Today's thought...Thanksgiving and ... a series?
To those of you who know me, and to those that don't, I'm a writer. I have two published works in paperback, one in Kindle and another on the way. My two books in paperback go together but they're not a series. Well I'm working on one right now that I can just...if you've ever written you can understand...I can FEEL the series coming! And I'm really excited about it! I know where I want this character to go, and she keeps pulling me that way. She's young, and in college, and I can't WAIT to explore how she's going to develop in this line of books to come. And I'm not even done with the first one! LoL! My brain is going to have to start and not stop for a little while here. :)
On another note, my family is down/up for Thanksgiving. My parents arrived on Tuesday, my aunt on Wednesday and with the ole man's family, we had fifteen people here yesterday! It was awesome! I love big Thanksgivings. Growing up where I did and with my family, it was a huge event. With all of the family and all of my cousins/aunts/uncles/grandparents, we easily had fifteen people every year, around this HUGE table in someones living room for the adults, and a small table next to that, for the kids.
In a way, it's strange, being the one to host the dinner and have all of the people around my table/in my living room. But it was so awesome having some of my family here. Who knows, maybe next year, we'll have ALL of my family down for the holiday. And considering there are marriages and kids with a couple of cousins, I can't imagine how we'd fit. But I know we would. And it would be awesome! I hope one day I can do that at my little half way point in the world.
I miss my family fierce a lot of the times and my husbands family is great, don't get me wrong, but they're not my family. I didn't grow up with them, spend every Sunday with them, go to church with them...eat donuts with them. All of those things that I grew up with, that I miss some days worse than I can imagine. I try to do some of that now with my in-laws and they're really great about it. I want my daughter to have those memories. To have those moments where she can look back and remember going to Great Grandma and Grandpa's after church on Sunday and getting a Coca-Cola in a glass bottle with some Cheese Puffs. Being dragged to massive Christmas parties, and getting together with her cousins/aunts/uncles/grandparents on those special occasions such as birthdays and summer picnics. Being picked up mid summer to go spend the day at the beach.
Those are the moments I miss. I think I'm going to just win the lottery and move everyone here with me. Yep. That's what I'll do. The whole lot of them. We'll all move to the southern half of the United States and we can have those old times like we used to. :)
Anyway, this was just a random thoughts post that turned into a walk down memory lane. LMAO! Ah, these are the times! Anyway peoples, holla! Peace out!
Friday, November 23, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Todays thought...Shout out to the cuz!!!
Okay so this is gonna be one of those funny story moments. Not long, enough to make you laugh and think, damn, that's pretty cool! So you all know the cuz and I autocross. We race a Miata, we've talked about doing a rally cross soon and of course Targa Newfoundland is the ultimate dream.
Moving on, our last race of the season was Octoberfest. It's a two day event. Well we get there like way early Sunday morning (like we always do, to get the best spot) and we start unloading the car and getting it ready to pass tech when one of the guys comes out and starts talking to one of the heads of the league. And you know me, I don't mention names so I will go by nicknames. Now we know Solo from the many times at the track and we're both on a first name basis with him though sometimes I'm sure he doesn't remember our names. No big.
Anyway his buddy comes out from behind one of the cars and is like "Hey Solo!" Solo turns around. "Hey Ralph!" - "What are you doing here today?" - "I'm not here! I'm a figment of your imagination!" To which the cuz and I reply IN UNISON "You've got a pretty damn vivid imagination!" and of course the whole parking lot got quiet, then everyone laughed. It was awesome! To which of course Frog goes "Get outta my head! Geez lady!" LMAO! I laughed about it for days!
That's about all. Nothing major to report as of late. Family is coming in for Turkey day, oh but on that note, saw a Facebook post recently that just tickled the snot out of me. Figured I'd share. "Shot my first turkey today. Scared the crap out of all the people in the frozen food section. Happy Thanksgiving!" On that note, I'm outty homies! Peace Out!
Okay so this is gonna be one of those funny story moments. Not long, enough to make you laugh and think, damn, that's pretty cool! So you all know the cuz and I autocross. We race a Miata, we've talked about doing a rally cross soon and of course Targa Newfoundland is the ultimate dream.
Moving on, our last race of the season was Octoberfest. It's a two day event. Well we get there like way early Sunday morning (like we always do, to get the best spot) and we start unloading the car and getting it ready to pass tech when one of the guys comes out and starts talking to one of the heads of the league. And you know me, I don't mention names so I will go by nicknames. Now we know Solo from the many times at the track and we're both on a first name basis with him though sometimes I'm sure he doesn't remember our names. No big.
Anyway his buddy comes out from behind one of the cars and is like "Hey Solo!" Solo turns around. "Hey Ralph!" - "What are you doing here today?" - "I'm not here! I'm a figment of your imagination!" To which the cuz and I reply IN UNISON "You've got a pretty damn vivid imagination!" and of course the whole parking lot got quiet, then everyone laughed. It was awesome! To which of course Frog goes "Get outta my head! Geez lady!" LMAO! I laughed about it for days!
That's about all. Nothing major to report as of late. Family is coming in for Turkey day, oh but on that note, saw a Facebook post recently that just tickled the snot out of me. Figured I'd share. "Shot my first turkey today. Scared the crap out of all the people in the frozen food section. Happy Thanksgiving!" On that note, I'm outty homies! Peace Out!
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Todays thought...One of those moments where I'm going to just let it out.
Ignorance irritates me. So much so that this is one of those times that I'm going to rant and just get what irks me off my chest. I am a die hard Conservative. I had a friend who is not. She voted the Democratic route. In this election, you can see where this could be a problem. The first thing I noted was that upon posting that I didn't think it was right the Panthers were standing guard outside of a Philadelphia polling place, I was called and flat out called a racist.
Now for those of you reading this that don't know me, which apparently she didn't though I thought we were friends, my great grandfather on my moms side, was a black Spaniard. My great grandmother on my dads side, one was either an Erie tribe member or a Seneca tribe member, and the other one was french creole. And I mean she was DARK french creole. I love my family and am damn proud of my heritage. I have never looked at color of a persons skin. Ever. So where, do you get off, calling me a racist? I have a serious problem with this! So then last night, we get into a heated argument about the president elect.
Again, I don't like him at all. I don't like the way he runs things and I can't stand that this whole damn country thinks that this race was all about race. Let me tell you something. I don't like what he's done with our economy, I don't like what he's done about our job market, and I don't like what he's done about defending our country. I'm sorry, you cannot make peace with someone who has nothing to lose. It's stupid to even try. I'm worried about where this country is going to be in the next four years and guess what, it has nothing to do with the color of the mans skin. It does have everything to do with the fact that if the spending keeps on like it has, we are going to go down in a burning ball of fire just like Rome did centuries ago because that is EXACTLY what started their downfall. You think times are hard now, this is just the beginning. In ten years we're going to look back wondering just how in the hell we thought that this was bad.
His administration has lied to us about attacks and I'm worried about how my family is going to survive now, and how my daughter will survive when she gets older. So getting back to this, once again it comes down to race. Now, I'm a racist because I don't like him. Because I don't respect him. Oh let me tell you, I may not have to like the man to respect him. I'm not going to walk up to him and spit on his shoes or something and if I met the man face to face, he looks like a pretty decent person, even if he is running our country to the ground in my opinion. But that being said, I don't have to like it and I DAMN sure don't have to keep my mouth shut about it.
So then, I wake up this morning, to a Dear John letter in my Facebook from my "Friend." Yep, that's right. Instead of calling me like she did to call me a racist, she sent me a Dear John, we can't be friends anymore, letter. Apparently I've crossed too many lines with things I've said. Really? We wont even get into the times I thought you crossed lines and didn't say anything. And do you know why I didn't say anything? Because my friendship to you was stronger than that. It meant more than just the way you felt on one subject or aspect of your life. But nope. You refuse to see that so you just deleted me and sent me a Dear John letter. Because I'm racist. Well you know what I say to that? GET BENT! All you're doing is projecting your feelings onto me and that's bull crap! ANYONE that I know and that knows me knows you couldn't be further from the truth, so you do what you've got to do. I'm moving on. Lesson learned. You really can't be yourself around everyone, even when you think they're your friends.
That's the end of my rant. The more I've thought about it the madder I've gotten and I felt it needed to be put out there regardless. I've cleaned up my language quite a bit from what I actually felt, but the purpose of this is just to put out there, you'd better know who you're talking to and what you're talking about before you just throw something out there. And there is a reason I'm doing it here and not on Facebook. No one knows who I am, where I'm from or who my "friend" is. So I can essentially be as candid as I want, with out worrying about offending anyone. But honestly, if this offends you, sorry for your luck, don't read my blog any more. It offends me that you think I would be a racist or any facsimile there of. Like my mama always said, with friends like that, you sure as hell don't need enemies. Delete my number, lose my email and happy trails. I really do wish you the best of luck but you just shot yourself in the foot if you think we will ever be friends again.
Ignorance irritates me. So much so that this is one of those times that I'm going to rant and just get what irks me off my chest. I am a die hard Conservative. I had a friend who is not. She voted the Democratic route. In this election, you can see where this could be a problem. The first thing I noted was that upon posting that I didn't think it was right the Panthers were standing guard outside of a Philadelphia polling place, I was called and flat out called a racist.
Now for those of you reading this that don't know me, which apparently she didn't though I thought we were friends, my great grandfather on my moms side, was a black Spaniard. My great grandmother on my dads side, one was either an Erie tribe member or a Seneca tribe member, and the other one was french creole. And I mean she was DARK french creole. I love my family and am damn proud of my heritage. I have never looked at color of a persons skin. Ever. So where, do you get off, calling me a racist? I have a serious problem with this! So then last night, we get into a heated argument about the president elect.
Again, I don't like him at all. I don't like the way he runs things and I can't stand that this whole damn country thinks that this race was all about race. Let me tell you something. I don't like what he's done with our economy, I don't like what he's done about our job market, and I don't like what he's done about defending our country. I'm sorry, you cannot make peace with someone who has nothing to lose. It's stupid to even try. I'm worried about where this country is going to be in the next four years and guess what, it has nothing to do with the color of the mans skin. It does have everything to do with the fact that if the spending keeps on like it has, we are going to go down in a burning ball of fire just like Rome did centuries ago because that is EXACTLY what started their downfall. You think times are hard now, this is just the beginning. In ten years we're going to look back wondering just how in the hell we thought that this was bad.
His administration has lied to us about attacks and I'm worried about how my family is going to survive now, and how my daughter will survive when she gets older. So getting back to this, once again it comes down to race. Now, I'm a racist because I don't like him. Because I don't respect him. Oh let me tell you, I may not have to like the man to respect him. I'm not going to walk up to him and spit on his shoes or something and if I met the man face to face, he looks like a pretty decent person, even if he is running our country to the ground in my opinion. But that being said, I don't have to like it and I DAMN sure don't have to keep my mouth shut about it.
So then, I wake up this morning, to a Dear John letter in my Facebook from my "Friend." Yep, that's right. Instead of calling me like she did to call me a racist, she sent me a Dear John, we can't be friends anymore, letter. Apparently I've crossed too many lines with things I've said. Really? We wont even get into the times I thought you crossed lines and didn't say anything. And do you know why I didn't say anything? Because my friendship to you was stronger than that. It meant more than just the way you felt on one subject or aspect of your life. But nope. You refuse to see that so you just deleted me and sent me a Dear John letter. Because I'm racist. Well you know what I say to that? GET BENT! All you're doing is projecting your feelings onto me and that's bull crap! ANYONE that I know and that knows me knows you couldn't be further from the truth, so you do what you've got to do. I'm moving on. Lesson learned. You really can't be yourself around everyone, even when you think they're your friends.
That's the end of my rant. The more I've thought about it the madder I've gotten and I felt it needed to be put out there regardless. I've cleaned up my language quite a bit from what I actually felt, but the purpose of this is just to put out there, you'd better know who you're talking to and what you're talking about before you just throw something out there. And there is a reason I'm doing it here and not on Facebook. No one knows who I am, where I'm from or who my "friend" is. So I can essentially be as candid as I want, with out worrying about offending anyone. But honestly, if this offends you, sorry for your luck, don't read my blog any more. It offends me that you think I would be a racist or any facsimile there of. Like my mama always said, with friends like that, you sure as hell don't need enemies. Delete my number, lose my email and happy trails. I really do wish you the best of luck but you just shot yourself in the foot if you think we will ever be friends again.
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