Ug...

Its been one of those weeks. The ones where at the end of the day your not sure who was holding the stick that beat you....you or everybody else. Ug, its the best two letter word I know to explain it. On the good side, getting to paint some walls to bless some friends, having a start date and location for the next Truth Project, and a meeting I was dreading that went great.
On the flip side, was painting some walls, writting hitting a wall (the solid 8 inch concrete kind) , alot of hard talk, and missing my family fifteen hundred miles away something fierce. Oh, and have I mentioned the number of major life questions I have floating above my head that I don't have answers to. Every so often a couple fall out of the thought bubble, hit me square on the head, and leave me needing four asprin.
In the midst of all this I also pursuid a white rabbit down a hole that led to something I have dreaded. An ugly saga and a snatched story idea from a few years back has reached its end. The person sucessfully got it published. I wanted to go on a rant. Find a very nice soap box and call it home for at least a four paragraphs. I had cause, my guts were laying strewn on the floor. And I even had notes prepared....how I learned some good lessons even if the hard way, about integrity and what happens when we cut corners for the sake of a prize. Now I'm not sure I even have the energy to step up, let alone rant.
My friend said it best tonight. 'you have no job, no home and no life....what are you stressed about?'. We both broke out laughing and I remembered why I drive seventy miles (in the snow! :-) to come play with her.

Found on BBC

At the one month anniversary of being home I am still itching for news from outside of this continent known as America. I was again this morning reading through a couple of international news sites, when I stumbled across this. Lynn Truss is the gal that wrote 'Eats, Shoots, and Leaves." & "Talk to the hand". The article this morning was about people having a cow when fiction isn't true. It was to good not to pass on.

You COULD make it up - Lynn Truss

Fun with Poi!!

Random tennis ball attack - No!
Newest Goth accessories - No!
It's Poi!
You too can have this New Zealand Maori dance element stuck in your hair! How? It's easy!!
First, make or buy your very own Poi. This ball and cord design is easy to assemble and available here for only 4 easy payments of 19.95!
Second, begin swinging. Instructional video not necessary. In no time at all you too could have this gleaming accessory as part of your collection!

Note; results may very. For best results begin swinging in a backward motion at hight spead and attempt to cross. The results listed above were accomplished my a sudo professional on a closed test track in the middle of winter.

Writing

In the midst of being almost half way thru my novel, and discovering I have to rework the last 4 chapters...I needed a reminder of why I love these crazy things called words. Here is a little of what I found and fell in love with. Sorry, I couldn't resist posting them.

But for any writer worthy of the name there is a moment during the writing process when the rest of the planet might as well have gone to Venus. And those moments are not for sale. - Maria Lenhart

A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult then it is for other people. - Thomas Mannd

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. - Rudyard Kipling

Writing is not a profession, occupation or job; it is not a way of life: it is a comprehensive response to life. - Gregory McDonald

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. - Douglas Adam

Sometimes I think my writing sounds like I walked out fo the room and left the typewriter running. - Geve Fowler