Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Santa's Coming
Since it's almost Christmas and I'm swamped with work, I'm going to take a vacation from blogging until the new year. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! See you then!
Monday, December 17, 2007
Characters for my New Novel or the Real Deal?
Unfortunately, these are real people. Check them out!
1. Full juvenile probation officer: ate 32 vending machine items in one day, consuming 7,000 calories, to raise $300 for charity. Will she be reimbursed for her medical bills after that feast?
2. Irrational cola employees: a Coca Cola and a Pepsi employee got into a punching parade in the aisle of an Indiana Wal-Mart—over shelf space!
3. Single robber: after robbing a Domino’s Pizza delivery woman, he called her and asked her on a date. Can we say: “Clueless”?
4. Comfortable carpenter: was seen pounding nails and cutting wood naked. He claims he keeps his clothes clean that way and it’s more comfortable. He doesn’t have to worry so much about hammering his thumb now.
5. Deceptive Taco Bell employee: passed himself off as an undercover cop and told the general manager, two shift managers and another employee they were going to be arrested. Reality check. Impersonating an officer only got him arrested.
6. Rich assembly worker: stole 1 million screws (about 7,000 a day) and sold them on the internet. It took the company two years to figure this out?
7. Dumb deputy: was charged by her own husband for driving under the influence. So, we know the law, but it doesn’t apply to us? Tsk, tsk.
8. Crazy car dealership owner: killed two employees because they kept asking for a raise. He claims he was under a lot of financial stress. He no longer has to worry about financial stress problems.
Suddenly, life doesn't seem so bad, does it?
1. Full juvenile probation officer: ate 32 vending machine items in one day, consuming 7,000 calories, to raise $300 for charity. Will she be reimbursed for her medical bills after that feast?
2. Irrational cola employees: a Coca Cola and a Pepsi employee got into a punching parade in the aisle of an Indiana Wal-Mart—over shelf space!
3. Single robber: after robbing a Domino’s Pizza delivery woman, he called her and asked her on a date. Can we say: “Clueless”?
4. Comfortable carpenter: was seen pounding nails and cutting wood naked. He claims he keeps his clothes clean that way and it’s more comfortable. He doesn’t have to worry so much about hammering his thumb now.
5. Deceptive Taco Bell employee: passed himself off as an undercover cop and told the general manager, two shift managers and another employee they were going to be arrested. Reality check. Impersonating an officer only got him arrested.
6. Rich assembly worker: stole 1 million screws (about 7,000 a day) and sold them on the internet. It took the company two years to figure this out?
7. Dumb deputy: was charged by her own husband for driving under the influence. So, we know the law, but it doesn’t apply to us? Tsk, tsk.
8. Crazy car dealership owner: killed two employees because they kept asking for a raise. He claims he was under a lot of financial stress. He no longer has to worry about financial stress problems.
Suddenly, life doesn't seem so bad, does it?
Friday, December 14, 2007
Judge Named Scrooge?
Is anyone following the Cynthia Sommer case? She’s a 34 year old mother of 4 (a baby from this marriage and 3 other children from a previous one). Her husband, a 23 year old marine, was thought to have died from a heart attack after the family returned from an amusement park. However, tests showed he had arsenic levels 1,020 above normal. How does one explain that? Well, a jury found Cynthia guilty of poisoning her husband, even though there was no evidence she committed the crime. Now, the judge ordered a new trial for Ms. Sommer because her former lawyer allowed prosecutors to produce evidence about her wild partying after her husband’s sudden death. There is also some question about juror misconduct.
Whatever the case may be, there’s a new trial set for next year. The thing is the judge won’t set bail for Ms. Sommer. I haven’t been able to find out why. This whole case is kind of strange. There was no evidence showing she bought, used or even researched arsenic. She’s either really smart or innocent. Apparently, she said in court she knew her marriage wouldn’t last forever. Would a guilty person admit that?
The fact that she slept with other men and had a boob job with her inheritance doesn’t make me believe she’s guilty. I think it’s normal for SOME women to go to men for comfort. We all grieve in different ways. She was also very responsible with the money. She paid off her debts and started a trust fund for the kids. She used the leftovers on herself. Who wouldn’t do that? Maybe we wouldn’t all rush out to get a boob job, but how is that so different from buying a new wardrobe or car?
I suppose one could argue she should’ve waited before using the money for breast implants because it may appear as a motive to murder. If you’re innocent, you don’t think about these things. Maybe she’s just so far in the dumps, she felt a boob job would make her feel better. After all, some people eat to feel better. For all we know, she might have had a pre-existing poor self-image.
Whatever the case may be, there’s a new trial set for next year. The thing is the judge won’t set bail for Ms. Sommer. I haven’t been able to find out why. This whole case is kind of strange. There was no evidence showing she bought, used or even researched arsenic. She’s either really smart or innocent. Apparently, she said in court she knew her marriage wouldn’t last forever. Would a guilty person admit that?
The fact that she slept with other men and had a boob job with her inheritance doesn’t make me believe she’s guilty. I think it’s normal for SOME women to go to men for comfort. We all grieve in different ways. She was also very responsible with the money. She paid off her debts and started a trust fund for the kids. She used the leftovers on herself. Who wouldn’t do that? Maybe we wouldn’t all rush out to get a boob job, but how is that so different from buying a new wardrobe or car?
I suppose one could argue she should’ve waited before using the money for breast implants because it may appear as a motive to murder. If you’re innocent, you don’t think about these things. Maybe she’s just so far in the dumps, she felt a boob job would make her feel better. After all, some people eat to feel better. For all we know, she might have had a pre-existing poor self-image.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
I'm Back... Sort of...
Sorry, I didn't blog yesterday. I was stuck in bed with a 24 hour bug. Now, I have to catch up on things I wasn't able to do yesterday. I'll be back tomorrow with a new post. Have a great day!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
One Mess of a Day
Yesterday, I had a bad day. It started when I was filling my twins' sippy cups with milk for their breakfast. I spilled the first cup just as I finished filling the second. Then, I knocked over the second cup as I was cleaning up the mess from the first. Of course, this had to happen when I was almost out of milk.
At lunch, I decided to give the twins grape juice for a change. Although, something told me not to do it. Remind me to listen to that little voice next time. They did like the juice and they loved the chocolate I gave them for dessert. However, it all came up as dark slime when they started to cough as the mucus from their sinuses drained into their throats. Surprisingly (and lucky for me), they managed to puke one right after the other, so that was another fun mess to clean up.
Then, I ended my day cleaning my bunny's cage. I reached in and gave him some attention only to have him lift his butt toward me and pee on my arm and leg. Nice.
Okay, maybe this wasn't the worst day I've ever had, but it seemed like there was one mess after another for me to clean up. Of course, now that it has all passed, I'm laughing about it. Who knows? Maybe it'll make a good story one day. :)
At lunch, I decided to give the twins grape juice for a change. Although, something told me not to do it. Remind me to listen to that little voice next time. They did like the juice and they loved the chocolate I gave them for dessert. However, it all came up as dark slime when they started to cough as the mucus from their sinuses drained into their throats. Surprisingly (and lucky for me), they managed to puke one right after the other, so that was another fun mess to clean up.
Then, I ended my day cleaning my bunny's cage. I reached in and gave him some attention only to have him lift his butt toward me and pee on my arm and leg. Nice.
Okay, maybe this wasn't the worst day I've ever had, but it seemed like there was one mess after another for me to clean up. Of course, now that it has all passed, I'm laughing about it. Who knows? Maybe it'll make a good story one day. :)
Friday, December 7, 2007
Cold Hearted?
I heard a very disturbing thing on the news last night. A man was charged with child neglect. I’m wondering if it shouldn’t be abuse. You be the judge. The neighbors saw his 2 year old and 3 year old children pounding on the door to get into the house. The father wasn’t anywhere in sight. Here’s the catch that made me sick. The toddler was only wearing a diaper (not sure what the other kid was wearing) in extremely cold weather. It’s been around 6 degrees plus a wind in that area lately. Heck! I wouldn’t even go out without a jacket, never mind no clothes.
The father claims he was sleeping, which implies the kids snuck out and couldn’t get back in. Seems a little strange. If they can get out, why can’t they get back in? I’m thinking there’s a better chance that this guy passed out or kicked the kids out of the house because he was mad. That’s just my gut feeling. In any case, he had no business sleeping while he’s supposed to be watching these little kids. Where was the mom? She was having some kind of surgery done. Imagine what must be going through her mind right now!
The father claims he was sleeping, which implies the kids snuck out and couldn’t get back in. Seems a little strange. If they can get out, why can’t they get back in? I’m thinking there’s a better chance that this guy passed out or kicked the kids out of the house because he was mad. That’s just my gut feeling. In any case, he had no business sleeping while he’s supposed to be watching these little kids. Where was the mom? She was having some kind of surgery done. Imagine what must be going through her mind right now!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Chewing the Fat
Whoever says a size 2 is fat ought to be force-fed 20 lbs. of junk food. If you're wondering where this is coming from, check out the recent news about Jennifer Love-Hewitt. She was on the beach celebrating her recent engagement, when some not so flattering pictures were take of her. Actually, seeing those pics made me feel better about my body because even someone as small as she is can have cellulite.
What's even more frustrating is how some teens may view this recent criticism of the actress. I can hear it now. "If she's fat, then I'd better go on a diet because I'm a size 4." Good grief! This is just one more example of how a healthy body image is no longer possible. I'm not suggesting we should all be 300 lbs. or anything, but what's wrong with a few curves? Back in the old days (sorry I don't know my eras), a curvy woman was thought to be a work of art. She was a baby-making machine. She was sexy and wanted by all men. Oh, how times have changed!
What's even more frustrating is how some teens may view this recent criticism of the actress. I can hear it now. "If she's fat, then I'd better go on a diet because I'm a size 4." Good grief! This is just one more example of how a healthy body image is no longer possible. I'm not suggesting we should all be 300 lbs. or anything, but what's wrong with a few curves? Back in the old days (sorry I don't know my eras), a curvy woman was thought to be a work of art. She was a baby-making machine. She was sexy and wanted by all men. Oh, how times have changed!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
The "F" Word
The “F” word is running my life. No, silly. Not THAT “F” word. I’m talking about fear, a writer’s worst enemy. Fear of failure. Fear of rejection. Fear of success and how it’ll change our lives. Fear our mother and friends will think differently of us once they see just how demented our minds really are. Yeah. That’s a lot of fear.
The perfectionist part of me is procrastinating with my synopsis. Maybe if I research some more, I’ll do a better job. Maybe I’ll wake up and realize I wrote it in my sleep. Maybe Santa’s elves will do it for me. Okay. Time for a reality check. None of that is going to happen. AND THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A PERFECT SYNOPSIS. I have to focus, focus, focus. Sometimes, an agent won’t even read the synopsis until after they’ve decided to represent you. Hey! Maybe that’ll happen to me. Maybe the manuscript will sell itself. Maybe I’d better stop coming up with maybe comments and get back to work on the synopsis. Alright. I’ll get to it… in a while. :)
The perfectionist part of me is procrastinating with my synopsis. Maybe if I research some more, I’ll do a better job. Maybe I’ll wake up and realize I wrote it in my sleep. Maybe Santa’s elves will do it for me. Okay. Time for a reality check. None of that is going to happen. AND THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A PERFECT SYNOPSIS. I have to focus, focus, focus. Sometimes, an agent won’t even read the synopsis until after they’ve decided to represent you. Hey! Maybe that’ll happen to me. Maybe the manuscript will sell itself. Maybe I’d better stop coming up with maybe comments and get back to work on the synopsis. Alright. I’ll get to it… in a while. :)
Monday, December 3, 2007
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