Living the Dream …

It’s not Tuesday morning, but it still is Tuesday at least. So that’s saying something for me!  Yay!mental self five

Next is: Yes, I want to write! It’s not writer’s block. It’s like the exact opposite. I need to write on Marigold, and Tarina, and Brink, and I get slammed at work (five months out of the year, work is very conducive for writing, but the rest of the summer and fall months ….), and end up getting there early and leaving late and then sandwiches for supper and Momma’s in bed by 9:00.

The weekend is laundry and keeping the mildew in the bathroom down to a transparent minimum and some grocery shopping for the next week of sandwiches. And Momma’s in bed by 9:30.

Yes, I hear you. You don’t have to sleep. Sleep is for the weak. Get up at 5:00 instead of 6:00. Stay up until 10:00 instead of 9:00. Mildew never killed anybody. That thing you’re writing is awesome – Go write on it! Thank you, thank you. But the horrible reality is that I’m no longer 20 something. Or even 30 something. Gone are the days I would raid on the EverQuest until 4:00 in the morning because most of my guildmates were in Europe, and then up at 7:00 and have a full day of fog-free work. Nope. No more.


It’s just. Gone.

Now there’s kids that think they have to eat every single day, and insurance to keep up, and colleges to apply to, and some sort of nameless spark plug problem that causes my car to go into “limp home” mode at the most inopportune times.

It’s enough to make you want to build a time machine and go back to your 17 year old self and update that smart-mouthed little know-it-all.

No, I shouldn’t have to wait until everything is pristine and perfect to write. That’s another , right there. So I’m trying to “sprint” method. At least to tide me over until I can do more than sprint. I write for 20 minutes. I do something else that needs doing (usually involving dirty dishes or dirty clothes) and then I come back and write for 20 minutes. Or in the case of work, I actually get breaks. I write what I can then (welcome to my lunch break) and then hope for the best.

Anything to keep me motivated. And to keep me from just throwing my hands up and saying: You know, my stress level would drastically decrease if I would just give up on all desire and aspirations.


So there we are. And here’s another opportunity suggestion to go get your copy of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. It’s worth it. I’m telling you. It helps me almost daily.


My dad’s birthday was Sunday. (That’s where I had the first homemade ice cream of the year. My mom found this recipe years ago when *I* was in college and now nothing compares. I’ll give it to you at the end of the post. It’s just that good. Eat some while reading Douglas Adams. Oh my.)


I won’t give away anyone’s ages. But my dad is 28 years older than I am. And I’ve been out of college over 25 years. So my dad would not be considered a spring chicken. He gets by. He loves what he does, where he is, and us. So all in all, pretty good. He said something while we were eating cake that came across something like this:

“An old man told me to put lime on my tomatoes to get rid of that blight. I don’t know if it’ll work, but I tried it.”

It took me a couple of times to run that sentence through my head to figure out what was rather odd about it and finally it hit me: An old man told me.


So someone told Dad something was a good idea and because he was older than my father, my father took his advice. Just like I would take someone’s advice who is my father’s age. Because they are older, obviously, they have some experience in all of the things. And so it’s just good sense to listen to them.

Now when does this happen? Because it definitely does NOT happen sometime after the individual turns twelve and before they move out of the house. (I have two teens. ‘Nuff said.) So it must be a Moving Out of the House rite of passage. I know for a fact, I knew everything by the time I was 16 and I’m pretty sure I remember thinking I knew everything even around the age of 22 or 23. Then I got a real job and moved to a different city and then I got married, and then I got a mortgage and … at some point I started listening to everyone and anyone older and more experienced than I was about lots and lots of things.

And that is MY rambling for today!

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I checked on my Go To writing inspiration source, DarWrites, and came across her


This was # 7:

Google any combination of the words fun and writing.  You’re guaranteed to get something interesting.

Writing FLow Chart

This lovely little chart from David Hunter Shaw’s Blog! Nice!

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Home Made Vanilla Ice Cream (The Best)

Vanilla Ice Cream 


2 cups heavy whipping cream
1 cup milk
¾ cup granulated sugar
1 tablespoons good quality vanilla
healthy pinch of sea salt


Place ice cream maker {bowl portion} into the freezer and chill according to manufac- tures instructions.
For ice cream base, measure all ingredients into a large bowl. Stir to combine and dis- solve sugar—about 3 minutes. Assemble ice cream maker and pour cream mixture into machine. Churn until frozen. Spoon ice cream into airtight container and freeze 4 hours to overnight to freeze completely. Serve as desired.