The Good with the Bad

The day began with insomnia

drifted into lateness

and fell into despair

One found dead, the news feed reads

the reaper’s  prize

at last

sorrows grips friends

still other silent cheer the end of the road

two kids in a doctor’s office sick with the flu

 

two strangers cling to life

victims of happenstance

attended by the best

No news is good news or so the fellows say

No news is bad news worries the friends

beloved ones

Victory arrives late

lesson learned, acceptance obtained

a child born

new shoes,  credit extended ,

then end of an abusive relationship

 

No clever words need

or cliques expressed

Just another day

the good with the bad

the bad with good

perspective the only means of definition

 

 

Book Review: It Takes a Village to Kill Your Husband

A9nUfo4CYAAHCf8It Takes a Village to Kill Your Husband by Jethro Collins

Available: Kindle $2.99 and Paperback $9.49

This was just the brain candy that I needed to get me ready for the holidays. After a semester of reading literature to analyze for my students, I really needed this book. It was fun and flirty and even when I thought I knew where he was going, he managed to surprise me. And, like another reader, I kept going with the book just to see how ridiculous it was going to get.

The story follows the self-made decorator Hollis Whitney and her love-hate, but mostly hate, marriage to straight-to-DVD director Frank Fielder.  While lamenting her upcoming 40th birthday, she spies Frank diddling his latest starlet, she decides that Frank has to go.  The problem is, that Frank won’t go quietly with a divorce and would rather see her dead than let her go. So, Hollis opts for murder.  When her incredibly fake Hollywood friends get wind of her plot, things really go into high gear as the women, who were all just going through the motions of society life, begin to work together and form real friendships.  Just like the heist movies of old, every player in the tale brings something unique and necessary to the mix.

The book was a little rough in the beginning. I didn’t like Hollis and I didn’t like her friends.  Hating her husband was just too easy and really not worth it.   It took a while for me to get attached to the characters.  Not because of the writing, but because of the use of foul language in the disclaimer which was only funny after I got into the book.  Highlighting the word cunt, probably wasn’t the best of ideas.

In the end though, I loved this book to the point that I am buying it for Momma.  She loves romances and it may just keep her from killing Papa.

To learn more about the author visit him at http://www.jethrocollins.com/ or follow him on twitter.

Second Day of Gratitude

I am grateful for my depression. Grateful for the moments of joy that I feel in between the lows create by years of ugly mental paradigms, negative self-talk and off kilter brain chemistry.

It makes me appreciate the friends new and old who have stuck by my side when my brain has been in a negative loop and I’ve spend too much time dwelling on things I cannot change.  They haven’t punished me for things out of my control and see the woman fighting to get better and healthier as beautiful. They acknowledge my struggle and support me the best way they can.  When I go on too much they tell me or change the subject in a not so subtle way to let me know it is time to give it a rest. Sometimes they tell me where they are so I understand that I am not so alone.

1472978_576704382385047_77682498_nIt makes me appreciate that they aren’t perfect and I can’t expect them to be.  They won’t always have time for me and my problems which also makes me examine those problems a little more closely.  If it is really an emergency then they will be there as soon as they can be. If it is something I can handle on my own I do.  It may be frustrating to them when I don’t reach out when they think I should, but I am getting better at knowing when to ask for help and when I really can do it on my own.

My depression makes me less likely to sweat the little things as it were because my time and my emotions are simply too precious to waste on them. I need to spend my time working on the big picture and the details that really affect it not the other way around. It doesn’t matter if the picture frame is crooked if the roof is leaking. My priorities need to be in line with my goals.

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Smiles are precious things.  So are tears. And I have been learning that sometimes I just need to cry and say whatever ridiculous thing has been twisting my emotions.  Sometimes they are silly. Sometimes they aren’t.  But either way, it is far better to have them out than in.

“In 900 years of space and time, I’ve never meet anyone who wasn’t important before.” From  Doctor Who

And that includes you and me. 

Too Many Ideas

This month, I have challenged myself to write a blog post everyday until my birthday.

I thought two days ago that it would be difficult; especially since I was so tired I could barely keep myself awake. Today, however, my mind was flooded with ideas. The deluge didn’t stop even when I was in the shower.  I am faced with great ideas and not enough time to get them all down before they fade.

Fading thoughts is the curse of every writer.  Other well known curses include the Well Intentioned Friend Curse as well as the Aren’t You Done Yet Curse. I have experienced all three of these curses this month along with the Oh I Can See You Have Lost Weight Curse. The last was experienced within ten minutes of weighing myself and discovering three pounds has found their way back to me.

No matter where you leave excess weight, it always finds its way back home. Personally, I try to leave a false trail back to my annoying neighbors’ door. No offense, Mr. Smith, but your girlfriend was trying to pick up clients in my front yard again.

 

And Then Her Wig Fell Off – A Review

Review of Then Her Wig Fell Off: Sometimes We Just Need to Laugh

By Will Bevis

Available through Amazon for $1.99

This e-book delivers on its promise to make you laugh. Not just a chuckle, but a full body down to your toes laugh that heals the bit of our soul that life wears down. It is the true story of a man who went into get his haircut and came out with so much more. His “Magician” is more than just a stylist, she uses her magic to make all of her clients feel better.

I truly wish that I had this book when my mother went through her cancer treatments and plan on sharing it with her as soon as possible.  She has her own “Magician” who gives her more than just a hair. She makes my mother smiles and honestly cares about her.  I know because the last time she went in, I was there.   Life no matter how bleak always has a ray of sunshine. Sometimes getting your hair cut or nails done is more about the people doing it than the final product.

Bravo, Mr. Bevis, Bravo….

Testing Day

Getting ready to head out the door earlier than usual for the great FCAT test.  My classroom has to be sanitized of anything which might help the students. Plus, there is paperwork, I need to complete for my  evaluation.  Oh, and then there is the mound of grading begging to be completed.

The life of a teacher and a writer are truly similar; there is always something you need to do and never enough time.

Please let it be so..and can I have a few more hours in the day.

No TV….

There isn’t one in the house; no space has been preserved for a future one.  The reason is purely economic.  There are other more important things for me to spend my money on at the moment.  Paying down my debts, saving the money for a washer and dryer so I don’t have to truck my laundry across town, oh and getting some carpets for the new place.

I do watch TV on the internet which suits my schedule and doesn’t eat up all of my time. Occasionally, I become mesmerized by other people’s TV’s. Still it hasn’t enticed me to spend the money.

Would I like to have one? Yes, but it isn’t important enough to put my goals at risk.

Makes sense right? Then why do people look like I am nuts when the fact is revealed. The questions flow and then come to an abrupt stop when they realize that a) I am not bother by it or b) I still watch television shows just not like they do.

Eventually, they accept it even if they think it is strange.  I am just being me and living without a tellie is my choice.  Not a judgement of their behavior; keeping up with the Jones as no appeal for me. Maintaining the roof over my head does.