Thursday, September 27, 2012


It was only a few days ago that I was complaining that I had nothing to do and that the week was dragging along.  You'd think I'd learn to shut up by now.  The week (after sighing aforementioned words) exploded with insanity, chaos, and a little confusion (just for the fun of it.)  I won't blab about everything, but here's a few I'd like to mention:

Where to Belong will be the Free E-Book Friday giveaway title with World Literary Cafe this Friday (the 28th).  I meant to mention this earlier, but the whole insanity-chaos-confusion kind of got in the way and distracted me.  I nearly panicked last night when I thought yesterday was Friday and I missed the event and didn't even tell anyone about it.  Way to go, me.

And the reason I didn't say anything earlier today is because ...  I tried to color my hair last night, it came out pink, I spent today finding someone to correct my boo-boo, and still manage to do laundry, dishes, and all that other 'house wife' stuff. 

I think the reason this week went nuts is because I made a deal with myself to finish A&F by the end of this week.  I wonder if I can still do that....

Anywho, swing by WLC on Friday (the 28th) and grab your free e-copy of Where to Belong!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Class Action

I had a cute little Jetta awhile back.  I loved it.  It was like I never had to go to the gas station.  It had electrical issues, sure, but nothing more than your usual VW.  Considering all the abuse I put it through, I'd say it held up just fine.

The one complaint I had at the time was the clearance level, or lack thereof.  The oil pan met quite a few speed bumps throughout our time together.  I soon learned which ones I needed to slow down for and which ones to conquer at an angle.  The only other time I had a problem with it was catching the front bumper on stuff when I parked it.

I bring this up because a letter came in the mail yesterday that brought back memories of my Jetta days.  It was a notice of a class action settlement VW was made with Jetta owners.  Enough people complained about catching the front bumper that VW agreed it was their problem and was paying for repairs from such incidents.

No, I didn't join in.  But I did laugh.

I've always had SUVs of some sort since I started driving.  There is a big difference between maneuvering a car and an SUV.  At least there is for me.  It grew to be a bit of a joke, me learning to adjust to the car's capacity to handle obstacles in the road.  My favorite (because it happened too often) was parking without catching the front fascia.  I usually just grumbled about it when it would happen, but there was this one time...

I was grounded from Pier1 imports.  It was well deserved.  But I decided to sneak by there one afternoon when I got out a little early.  I didn't buy anything.  It was a mean tease.  With a mental note to come back on payday, I left.

There was an older woman parking beside me in a landboat of a car.  I waited awhile for her to get situated before I tried to back out of my space.  When she gave up, got out of her car, and stepped up on the sidewalk, I put the Jetta in reverse.  I knew I parked too far forward, but I thought I corrected that well enough.  Then came a disturbing crunch and snap.  I heard it more than felt it.  I knew what it was before seeing it, so I put the car back in park and got out to check the damage.

I did a good number on it this time.  Instead of the usual bowing from tugging too much on the fascia, I pulled it clean off on the passenger side.  It was still stuck on the parking divider.  I had to coax that loose before having to back up more to try to reassemble the front end of my car.

It took me longer than I'd like to admit to recover from my poor parking job.  Well embarrassed, I kept my head down and worked as quietly and quickly as the maimed bumper would allow.  All the while, the lady whom I inwardly criticized while waiting for her to park stood behind me on the sidewalk and jabbed a wobbly finger at my car, declaring loud enough for the entire parking area to hear, "Lady!  Hey Lady!  Your bumper!"  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.  She seemed more upset about it than I was.  I ended up wedging the bumper back in place and leaving with her still standing there drop-jawed.

When I got home, I figured I'd have to work a little more on the bumper to get it fixed.  I didn't mention it to the hubby, at first.  But after admitting defeat, I went in and asked for help.  He looked it over and messed with it for awhile before deciding it needed professional help.  Thank goodness his dad works in auto body repair.  He put it back together in no time at all, and it looked even better than it originally did when I bought it.

The best part was having to admit what happened.  And I ended up having to explain myself to both the hubby and the father-in-law.  Neither were surprised or frustrated about it, but laughed because they both had warned me about catching the front fascia on parking dividers, and mentioned my addiction to Pier1.  They haven't let me forget down to this day.  I'd like to say it wasn't a problem again, but I'd be lying.  Thus, when the letter came yesterday, and Colt opened it, he was sure to pass it on to me.  I tried to ignore it, so Colt took the time to read it out loud to me.  Thanks, Dear.

Friday, September 7, 2012

And Now It's Friday

I've neglecting the blogging world.  It wasn't on purpose, there just hasn't been anything to blog about.  Yes, the new kitten is all better and running around the house like sugar hyped toddler.  Yep, we're still working on a name.  Diesel goes back and forth between being a nice guy to being a big bully.  Oliver couldn't care less.  As long as he gets his spot by the window, life is grand.

And for the writing...
A&F has a few new scenes.  I'm trying not to look back too much at what is already written in case I decide (again) that I need to scrap the whole thing.  Then there's Quisling (Marcus' story in the blurbs).  It kind of came out of nowhere.  That one has been dormant for a long while, and now I can't get it out of my head.

Movie department...
I've made another trip to the video store.  They had another sale.  I need to quit going there.  Hidalgo was my aim, but when it's buy-one-get-one, more movies seem to jump off the shelf at me.  As for Netflix, I was threatening to turn it off again.  I've gotta be their flightiest customer.  Of course, before I clicked unsubscribe, they added a few titles I wouldn't mind watching.  Get out of my head, Netflix.  Oh, one movie I watched just out of curiosity was the Chinese version of What Women Want.  I didn't finish the American one when I started it awhile back.  It didn't really click for me.  But the Chinese version was a lot better. 

Earlier in the week, I finally watched the John Wayne version of True Grit.  Seems like a completely different story.  I couldn't pick one over the other.  Do you prefer a silly/grumpy Rooster or a grumpy/sly Rooster?