These two guys have a lot in common.
They both like to show off.
They both like to dance on the roof.
They are both gorgeous.
However, the second prince, despite all appearances to the contrary, is much more interesting!
Patriarch
Last night I rang Anthony and, instead of the usual commiserative, areyouokay? conversation, I blathered on about a whole bunch of farm/child/other problems I was having. My blah blah blah went a bit like this:
Can you believe it? The peacock man hasn’t come, I can’t find three of the girls so they’re probably nesting in a paddock or killed by the fox or maybe the neighbour has shot them and I am at my wit’s end!
Ming is fighting with me again; I think we should send him to bootcamp – what do you think? I can’t stand it!
Oh bloody hell now this other thing has happened and I don’t know if I can see you tomorrow because I have to …. argh!
You know that old lawnmower – is it worth fixing? What if it blows up? How am I supposed to figure all of this out? What! Are you crazy? How can you possibily help when you can’t walk – oh sorry, sorry!
Well of course I’m stressed – why are you chuckling? How dare you chuckle!
Yes, yes, yes, I know you love me. I love you too. Can we develop a new repertoire – this is getting boring!
Oh, all right, are you sure? Okay. Yes, I feel calmer now – thanks, Ants! G’night.
I miss the patriarch.
Comedy
Oh I just can’t stop laughing – I keep bursting into guffaws because of three things:
1. My BFF emailed me twice today to complain that he was getting bombarded with email notifications of my work-in-progress romance novel. His emails are shrill with angst and outrage to have such tripe enter his inbox. I have, of course, apologized and tried to eradicate him from the ‘list’ to no avail. We are having lunch in a couple of weeks so hopefully we can fix this but, in the meantime, I’m quite enjoying torturing him – ha!
2. In the romance novel that I’m editing and revising on the other blog, I thought it best to change Matt’s name to Bob. That’s because, when writing the first draft of this novel last century, I didn’t know a Matt. So now that I do know a real Matt, I thought it best to use that editorial ‘replace’ thing to get Bob into the story. The trouble is that every single time the word ‘matter’ comes up in the novel (with surprising frequency) it gets altered automatically to ‘Bober’ – do you see what I mean?
3. Then, tonight, around an hour ago, I rang and spoke to Anthony and he said, “When am I going to see you?” Argh!
That’s okay. It is fine and he is fine enough now and will probably sleep really well tonight after today’s ordeal.
Me – I am going to laugh myself to sleep!
Blogolitics
I am, once again, subscribing to too many blogs but I don’t want to unsubscribe (like I had to do once before when it all got too much and there was a software glitch) because I really enjoy those blogs and I’ve even found a few new ones.
This presents a dilemma that will be familiar to most bloggers: How do I keep up with all the reading, liking and commenting as well as write my own daily post(s)?
Well you can’t, can you, so don’t even try. Read, ‘like’ and/or comment on the blogposts that interest you on any given day and leave it at that. You don’t have to read everything! Check out the title of the post and if it appeals to you, read it; if not, it’s no big deal. It isn’t a crime to not read everybody’s blog posts (especially those daily people like me!) Take the day off and delete all of your email notifications because there will be more tomorrow. – that is guaranteed!
I lost a few ‘followers’ when my bird blog evolved into something more personal and that is fine. As a novice blogger I was initially a bit sad not to hear from a couple of people anymore but, as a more seasoned blogger, I completely understand. After all, why would someone interested in birds also be interested in Parkinson’s disease?
Blogging is a strange and beautifully unpredictable world. You make friends, find commonalities, offer support, receive support and you are allowed to say anything you want to say. I find this exhilarating, but, yes, risky and even a bit frightening. When I tiptoed into this blogging world a little over a year ago I had no way of anticipating that I would become so emotionally gripped by various bloggers/people. I had no idea that I would discover friendships that would alter my own little status quo and give perspective to my little life.
Who cares about the stupid statistics? That is the one thing I have begun to loathe about blogging – this constant, daily reminder of how many ‘hits’ you’ve received. Why does that matter to us so much – are we that desperate for acknowledgement that we exist? Why are we competing?
Give me a hug, virtual or otherwise, any day!
PS. If I have lost touch with your blog it has not been intentional….
December 1st
I was determined to do something fun this December so have decided to begin revisions of a romance novel I wrote a few years ago. I sent it to Harlequin Mills & Boon and the editor was interested but wanted some changes and I never got around to it. It will only appeal to those who are ‘into’ this genre, a genre that is often dismissed by the literati as lowbrow literature. This kind of writing doesn’t come naturally to me, so it was a huge challenge when I wrote it but it is going to be great fun revising on a daily basis. I hope you enjoy! I finished revising the first post this morning and it can be found here:
Disclaimer about potplants
In my earlier post today I mentioned ‘potplants’. This is an Australianism for a potted plant, not marijuana.
Thanks to those commenters who alerted to me to this possible misunderstanding.
I can’t stop laughing!
Mortification
I have just discovered that I made an unforgivable error in my post about Nicole Cody from http://cauldronsandcupcakes.com/ when I blogged about her gift of the beautiful necklace to me. For some reason I had written Nicole Brody instead of Nicole Cody. I was very tempted to tell Nicole a white lie and say that I knew a Nicole Brody and that’s why I made the mistake, but then I remembered that she is psychic!
Anyway, as a way of making amends, I googled ‘Brody’ and one of the urban dictionary definitions was this:
A person you can’t help but love. Kind, loving, caring, and adorable.
And apparently, there is an expression: He/she is a brody (meaning that the person is a fantastic person).
In this sense, Nicole Cody is definitely a brody!
Here is another picture of the necklace she made for me in case you missed the previous post.
Thank you so much, again, Nicole!
Cauldrons and Cupcakes
Despite the fact that I don’t like cupcakes, or any cake for that matter, and I am a little nervous of cauldrons, I have been following this wonderful blog for some time. Cauldrons and Cupcakes is a blog about “creativity, spirituality & life,” written by a fantastic woman, Nicole Cody.
Recently I entered her ‘win a healing necklace’ competition simply by commenting on this particular post: http://cauldronsandcupcakes.com/2012/10/22/win-a-healing-necklace-made-especially-for-you/
Well, I won!!!!!! The necklace arrived yesterday and it’s beautiful. Here is what it looks like:
In Nicole’s handwritten card to me she explained that the darker pink stones are Pinks Tarmaline “for joy and happiness – and to bring back your passion for living – it’s a great antidote to grief, depression and loss”; the light pink stones are Rose Quartz “for unconditional love, nurture, heart healing and emotional soothing”; and the Pink Pearls are “for spiritual guidance, Angelic realm support and connection, and acceptance of what is.”
I am crazy about the necklace and can’t wait to show Anthony.
Thank you so much, Nicole!
Oh and you can find her here: http://cauldronsandcupcakes.com/
And guess what? She is Australian, like me – yeeha!
The email worked!
The email I sent myself included the following suggestions. Here are my ‘answers’!
Get your act together.
I am not an actor.
You are doing fine.
No, I’m not.
Make a great meal.
I made chicken noodle soup from scratch last night – will that do?
Go for a walk.
I walked around the house and around the yard twice.
Forget about your NanoWriMo failed attempt – get back to your half-written novella.
I think I may have trashed that novella.
Make a list of things you need to do and put it on the frig.
The list needs several frigs.
Recharge your camera and start taking photos again!
I am still searching for the recharging thingy.
Get the paper work sorted into categories and do NOT panic.
I have found all of the paperwork and placed it neatly into a box.
Try to conjure something to look forward to.
Fame and fortune.
Stop being so hard on yourself.
I’m not!
Stop sulking.
Okay.
Practise smiling in front of the mirror.
This was a very good idea but I think I need one of my teeth capped.
Keep going.
I am, you idiot!
…………………………………
Is talking to yourself the first sign of madness?
The email
I received an email this morning that contained some harsh words and some kind words:
Get your act together.
You are doing fine.
Make a great meal.
Go for a walk.
Forget about your NanoWriMo failed attempt – get back to your half-written novella.
Make a list of things you need to do and put it on the frig.
Recharge your camera and start taking photos again!
Get the paper work sorted into categories and do NOT panic.
Try to conjure something to look forward to.
Stop being so hard on yourself.
Stop sulking.
Practise smiling in front of the mirror.
Keep going.
There was much more to this email but those were the main points. The sender’s voice was strong but loving because the sender was me.
Have you ever sent yourself an email?
jmgoyder 