A new day

December 26, 2005 at 9:53 am | Posted in The Good | 2 Comments

Wild Child is moving to a new server. I am not sure if I have blogged about this here. Gee, I have so many blogs, you’d think I’d know. LOL Well, even if I have, I am going to repeat this anyway. It bears repeating. WC is moving to a new server. This new server allows us to have an online store, sell ebooks, etc. Well, others would too, but not with the programs I have chosen to run on WC. Not only will we be selling ebooks come January 1st, but we will have a “line” of workshops. It’s rather exciting. ๐Ÿ™‚ And we will be adding a line of romantica ebooks under another name. That is in the works still, though, as we debate on names as well as what type of romantica.

It’s a new day for WC. But it’s also a new day for my sister. She has been an alcoholic for many years. On December 23rd, Sis was in an automobile accident due to driving drunk that broke one ankle and tore the ligaments in the other. When I have the photos on my laptop or easily accessible, I will post some. You will see from these photos that she is lucky to be alive. She knows this and has decided that she no longer needs to drink. Will she keep this vow? Judging from the conviction in her voice and the congruency of her body language to what she was saying, I would put my money on her. ๐Ÿ™‚ I will send her white light and love to support her new beginning.

That’s the beautiful thing about new days: we can start anew at any time. What we have done in the past, for the most part, does not have to be our future. With commitment to change, we can move forward in our lives, creating something beautiful… if we choose to do so. The choice lies with us.

So, I celebrate this day. It is a day of wonder, a day of possibilities, a day of new beginnings.

Yes, today is a new day.


I hate cockroaches.

December 21, 2005 at 11:01 am | Posted in The Ugly | 10 Comments

I hate cockroaches.

Have I mentioned that I hate cockroaches? They have a purpose on this earth, but I don’t care. They are gross, disgusting, and make my skin crawl.

Around 1:45 am, I rolled out of bed to take a shower. (Once again, I had fallen asleep putting Aurora to bed.) I couldn’t stand the feeling of my hair sticking to my head (slight exaggeration) any longer and decided that, despite the hour, I had to take a shower. I walked into our restroom and opened the shower door to run water. Lying on its back in the middle of the shower was a medium-sized cockroach. (About an inch long and a quarter of an inch wide.) It had managed to squeeze itself through the grate above the shower leading into the attic to meet its death on our shower floor. (Just cleaned by the way.) I am glad that it was dead, although as I swept into the tray to throw out outside, it moved. (shudder) You know how they do that. (shudder… again) I threw it out and rinsed the shower down with scalding hot water before climbing in. If we don’t get rid of them soon, I am sure this will be the scenario:

It’s another late night. I am exhausted, but determined to shower. I open the shower and turn the water on, anxious to rinse the dirt of the day off of me. Groggily, I step nude into the hot shower spray, sighing with relief. I lean back, allowing the water to rinse over me when I feel something land on my face then slide off. I am screaming bloody murder. I look down at my feet and there is this brown, inch-long cockroach running around the shower floor. It climbs up my leg. With a ferocity that surprises me, I get it off, but it continues to run around the shower, unphased by the hot water as it tries to escape the psycho, naked woman who has lost all common sense due to one bug 1/68th of her size.

My husband comes rushing in, thinking an intruder is in the house. He’s no more thrilled than I am to find yet another cockroach in the shower and goes to the kitchen, telling me to keep an eye on it. I jump out of the shower, looking for something to keep that beast from following me out. My husband returns with a glass vase to trap it.

In the meantime, Aurora is crying while I am dripping water all over the bathroom floor. My husband traps the damn bug, but now, I’m not so sure I want to chance a shower.

Four days later, I decide that taking baths isn’t such a bad idea.

Tomorrow morning, I call our exterminator. Maybe this time he’ll be able to kill all of them.

Okay. I’ve indulged myself long enough. Time for bed.

Delusions of grandeur

December 18, 2005 at 4:48 am | Posted in The Ugly | 2 Comments

I suffer from them at times. Actually, I suffered from them a good portion of my life. I went to school to be a singer, thinking I was extremely talented. BAHAHAHAHAHA! Well, tonight, I watched a video of one of my cabaret shows. Need I say I sucked? It’s true. I did. I sucked major big time. And this after years and years of training. It’s sad that I wasted so much time on something I was never good at. (sigh) My last teacher was right. I was a good actress, not a singer. (sigh) Several thousand dollars later I realize the truth.

Yeah, I am feeling a bit piteous at the moment. Any one want to join me in my pity pool? LOL


Seven hours of sleep? I’m in heaven!

December 12, 2005 at 5:50 pm | Posted in The Good | 1 Comment

Last night, my daughter slept for eight hours straight. Now, that may not seem like much to you, but she has never done that before. Since her birth in July of 2004, I have been lucky if I sleep six hours straight. Some nights, it’s four then an hour then an hour then an hour then… until we rise. By the end of the week, I am exhausted and a bit bitchy. ๐Ÿ˜€ It’s not her fault. She has nightmares, but also, when she was first born, she didn’t latch to the breast quickly which resulted in her having jaundice. The midwife told me to wake her every two hours to nurse until she healed. So, last night was a milestone… maybe. We’ll see if it continues. I am crossing my fingers because I feel great! LOLOL

The tree I promised a picture of? Well, here it is. I never found the tree topper, and the photo includes the family, but you at least get to see the tree, which doesn’t look nearly as decorated or as pretty as it is. (sigh) Be that as it may, it’s how it’s going to stay. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Christmas 2005

We had an interesting experience with Wild Child. It’s not the first time it’s happened. You know, when a person submits to a magazine, he/she should expect to have their story edited or to receive editing suggestions. If they are a serious writer and want to be published, you follow the suggestions, unless they completely destroy the story. Most editors, though, make suggestions with the intent of enhancing or improving the story. Inexperienced authorsย  don’t understand this. They become so attached to the piece that they believe no one else knows what they are talking about when it comes to the story. These authors are accustomed to hearing their friends and family tell them how wonderful the piece is. That’s fine, but if you want to be published, you have to be willing to listen to critiques with an open mind. If you can’t, you are in the wrong business.

Being an artist is not an easy life. (By artist, I mean singer, painter, writer, sculpter, etc.) The biggest challenge in an artist’s life, I believe, is learning to let go. It’s hard, I know, but it has to be done if the artist desires to do well.

In any case, this is not the first time we have had an author respond this way, although it is rare. I am sure it won’t be the last. It’s just a part of publishing.

Well, folks, it’s time to make breakfast.


Theme tree or hodgepodge tree?

December 7, 2005 at 3:54 am | Posted in The Good, Uncategorized | 4 Comments

That’s what I ask you. Which do you prefer? My preference is definitely a hodgepodge tree. My reasons are many, but the main one is that on a hodgepodge tree, there is always something new to discover. I have known a number of people over the years who do themed trees. While quite pretty, they just don’t do it for me. But then, I grew up on the hodgepodge tree.

One year, my sister had a themed tree. She was into the Victorian that year. (It was the early 90’s after all.) She spent quite a bit of money on the ornaments and bows for her 7′ tree. It was very pretty, but it’s not the same. When I have finished decorating mine, I will post a picture. I think adding a red bead garland adds a certain panache to the tree as well, making it seem richer than it actually is. LOL I am still in the process of putting that on. As we have our tree backed up to our built-in bookcase, it’s not easy reaching around the back alone. The last thing I have to do is find my tree topper. It’s somewhere in the storage bins. I just haven’t found it yet. ๐Ÿ˜‰

My husband bought a new digital camera Sunday. While there was nothing wrong, per se, with our old one, it was about three years old and seemed to be getting slower with every passing photo. Adults might be willing to smile for four or five seconds, but a child with a play agenda on her mind is not. With our old camera, I was almost always just missing that smile and catching the side of her head. LOL This one is much faster. I am still playing with the camera, but I like it much more than the old one. What is it? A Canon A620. It may not have the 10x optical zoom of our old camera, but it is 7.1 megapixels and very slick and easy to use. And, it was cheaper than our old one when we bought it new. Don’t get me wrong. Our old one was a great camera for its time (Olympus C-700) and was wonderful to have with us on our honeymoon in Tahiti. There were several places where the optical zoom was a nice bonus, but now? Now, we need something with a little more zip, higher megapixels and more compact. The view finder is also larger on the Canon. I am enjoying the new toy. LOL Of course, my husband, Mr. Gadget Boy, was beside himself with excitement. LOLOL

Some photos from the new camera:

The Tongue Brigade

The tongue brigade
Smiling with Daddy
Daddy and baby
Sweet, huh? ๐Ÿ™‚

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