The Christmas Gift that Keeps on Giving

I drove by a store today that had a sign saying they sold dickies. I smiled. I thought, could it be, that essential item of the 70’s is back? But no, they sold Dickies a brand of worker’s clothing. I was upset. If anything was going to solve my Christmas shopping list dilemma it would be the dickie from the 70’s. The item that makes everyone think you are warm and toasty, but you have a secret…

True Fashion Never Goes Out of Style

True Fashion Never Goes Out of Style

Everyone will think you are wearing a turtleneck and you will be styling in a fake one! I can’t figure out why I can’t find a manufacturer that is currently making a dickie. It seems like it would be easy enough. Maybe I could start knitting some. Think of the money I would make since no one is making them right now. I would have zero competition.
Well, I have about a week and a half to learn how to knit and then I will start taking orders in December. I think I should be able to crank 1 out a week. So, I need three people ready to advance order rjlight’s fancy dickies for Christmas.  Any takers?

I’m a chicken

I have a story for 8-10 year old’s next to the computer. My children’s literature teacher has read it and likes it. I have made the changes she recommended and I don’t have the nerve to send it out. I like the story and I think it is one of my best and I don’t want to send it only to get a rejection note — or worse no response! I have researched the market and know where I should send it. And yet it sits next to me. I have proofed it, my kids have both read it and like it and yet it stares at me everyday.

I was getting used to the rejection letters. They got a bit more hopeful and then I started getting no responses again and that is just plain depressing. I have changed the date on my cover letter 4 times now. I keep saying that I am waiting for the right time. The right time for what? I don’t know. There is no right time for another rejection letter.

So I must forget about the other rejections or lack of rejections and act as though this is my first submission. What do I have to lose? Even if it is rejected by one publication it doesn’t mean another children’s magazine won’t like it, right? I am weary today. Somedays I just don’t feel like I have any talent to write and it is discouraging.

The Doctor is In?

I don’t go to the doctor much. Let’s see in High School when I had an epidectomy, 3 babies and just those routine woman visits. I’m not the kind of gal to run to the doctor every sniffle. So, when I was in horrible pain this weekend and my husband begged me to go to the doctor, I did not want to go. I have the internet — what do I need to go to the doctor for? I was already partially diagnosed and had a few more websites to go. But, I went.

I called the nurse on the phone and talked to her a bit about my back and leg pain. She asked me 5,000 questions and then maked an appointment for me. When I got to the doctor, the nurse asked me why I was there while she weighed me and took my blood pressure. Then the doctor came in and asked me why I was there. Why do I have to repeat this 3 times? Didn’t someone write this down in the computer somewhere? If I ever go back to the doctor again I have decided that I will give three different symptoms. To the lady who makes appointments: I need an appointment, my bursites is acting up. To the nurse in the doctor’s office: I think my tonsils need to come out, and to the doctor I will tell him both the other things and add constipation and a pain in my right baby toe. I don’t think it will matter. He will finally read my chart, see that I am allergic to amoxicillan and prescribe me something else–pain killer, anti-inflammatory, or some placebo and maybe the “catch-all” antibiotics so he fills he has made me happy.

So, I got the prescription and it sits in my pantry–just in case. I didn’t want drugs I wanted “Dr. House” to figure out why I was in pain and explain it to me so that I can prevent it the next time. Is that too much to ask? An actual diagnosis? No, I didn’t hurt my back and legs riding my bike. Something else caused my legs to be throbbing in pain. I know the difference between sore legs from overexertion and throbbing legs that just hurt. And I didn’t ride my bike for two days before the pain started. And my back and neck still hurt so now what? 

So now I will go to massage therapy where they will listen to my pain. Where I will hear soothing music and will feel better after I leave. I will not need to go to the pharmacy when I am finished. I will just be happy that there are people in this world with soothing hands–which will come in handy when my bursitis and little toe act up again.

Noises in the Night

I think I mentioned in another post about our loud fishes. We had them in the hallway outside of our bedroom, but we had to move them because they kept my husband up at night. Yes, two goldfish were too loud for my husband. Well, we got a puppy last month. Charlie is a doxie-min pin mix and he is adorable. He is 8 months old and learning the ropes around here pretty quickly. He sleeps in a crate (I’m sorry I can’t sleep with a dog) in our bedroom and sleeps so quietly. Except for the night that I mentioned to my husband how it was funny that the dog was quieter than 2 goldfish. That night Charlie snored. I don’t know if he had dug one hole too many and had some dirt up in his nasal passage or what but he was snoring. I had to get up and move him like I have to do to my husband to get him to stop snoring. Yes, the person who can’t sleep by the goldfish keeps me awake sometimes with his snoring.

Charlie’s snoring was actually a soothing noise. It wasn’t like a relative of mine. She snores like a freight train. She knows she does and she warns you, but one time I forgot the ear plugs. I’ll never forget that sound. It actually shook the walls. Anyway, Charlie’s snoring wasn’t so loud, but the thing about snoring is that it isn’t consistent. It isn’t like white noise which lulls you to sleep. No, with snoring you stay awake in anticipation of the next wave. And you wonder, will it be louder than the last one? Can I pretend that noise is the ocean? Is there a way to cover him with the pillow without suffocating him? Will it end with another  snort? Will I make it through the night?

The good thing is that I don’t snore or make noises in the night because my husband wouldn’t be able to stand it. I might have talked in my sleep once or twice and grabbed all the covers and hit him in the night, but I don’t snore which is good for our marriage.

Rambling between states

I traveled this last week to the Carolinas. It was for my jewelry business–I had a couple of shows. It is funny traveling during election time because you overhear all of these political conversations. None of them were terribly interesting though so I thought about my writing quite a bit as I flew. I even made a list of observations to write about but can’t find my list. I don’t know if they were even amusing, but when you are traveling across time zones you tend to think things are funny that aren’t.

I had a credit for my flight and ended up with a long flight. I had to switch planes twice and ride a bus to my terminal while pulling a carry-on bag filled with jewelry and catalogs. Even though the bag was heavy, the trip was much less stressful than traveling back and forth to Spain with three kids. I did have one leg of the flight that I didn’t like too much.

When I was in high school my first car (well, my dad’s car) was a 1973 Saab Sonnett –at least I think that was the year. This car was fun to drive. Well, as long as you didn’t mind the loud engine or could accelerate without the use of first gear. It also didn’t have a radio, but I improvised. I had a battery powered cassette player on the floor so I could listen to Emmylou Harris or The Judds (I went through a country phase)–talk about surround sound!

Oh yeah, back to the flight. My flight was on a Saab airplane. Now I imagined that my nephew could tell me that Saab’s are great airplanes and how they have been making airplanes since the 1930’s and blah, blah, but all I could think about was how much the engine sounded like my Saab Sonnet and wondered if any of the essential equipment was missing on this Saab. It didn’t help that the man sitting in front of me stared outside with the same concerned look on his face as I did. I did make it to my destination, but I think I heard Emmylou Harris singing as we landed.

When I was in the Carolinas my sister was telling me about this master cleanse mix that she took awhile back and how great she felt after she was on it for a week or so. She told me it was a mixture of lemon juice, water, cayenne pepper and maple syrup and you should be on it for 10 days. My niece and her husband apparently were on it for 3 hours but that didn’t seem be long enough for any benefits. We talked about trying it, but we had too many eating occasions that week so we decided to wait. I planned to start drinking it when I got home and after researching it a bit more. I can’t imagine not eating for 10 hours let alone 10 days. I couldn’t function — how could I exercise? Also, even more importantly I have a bowl full of Halloween candy in my kitchen. I can’t let my kids eat all of that. What kind of mother would I be? No, I need to eat some of it so they don’t have a mouth full of fillings like I do! So, the master cleanse might need to wait. I wonder if I could just do a minor cleanse and drink it in the morning and eat normally in the afternoon. I have never been a diet person, but I have this flab above my hips that I would love to disappear.

A friend told me about a “fat flush” diet. It is another drink only this one is with cranberry juice, water, and flax seeds. Apparently this is “Hollywood’s best kept secret” and I can have a svelte body by following it. “Svelte”, I don’t think that word has ever been used in the same room with my body–but it sure sounds good. Since I had the 100% cranberry juice and the flax seed I tried the svelte plan. I had such a horrible taste in my mouth I had to suck on an orange tootsie roll pop to get the taste out of my mouth. Hey, at least I picked a fruit instead of chocolate!

I guess I’ll buy the lemons and try the cleanse program tomorrow. I wonder if I add a bit of cranberry juice and flax seed oil if I can then have a svelte body and be master cleansed at the same time! Hmmm, just remembered tomorrow is election day. Is that a good day to cleanse my body? Probably should start cleaning after the elections are over. Yes, that is when the cleansing will be needed.