Free Writing Workshops
During the Glendale Chocolate Affaire
Glendale Civic Center Annex
10AM: Social Media Made Simple by Leslie Keller
11AM: The Art of the Short Story by Tina Radcliffe
Noon: Organized Pantsing by Patricia Batta
1PM: MARKETING IS NOT FOR SISSIES – How I’ve Failed to Grow My Readership with Costly and Even Free Promotions by Cathy McDavid
2PM: Rich Characters Require Research by Merle McCann and Susan Budavari
3PM HOW MANY PUBLISHERS DO YOU NEED, IF ANY? by Vijaya Schartz
4PM From Dreams to Reality by Ross Caligiuri
5PM Putting it All Together by the Butterscotch Martini Girls
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I live in a house with others. You know the kind. Kids. The ones who swoop in an take the last of something but graciously leave the empty box, carton, or just empty space.
And so it is with soap. Liquid soap, that is. I had 2 bottles of shower gel when the hubbinator and I went shopping on Friday. Then the hubbinator took a shower and poof all those bottles are gone.
Now, we’re left with the seven bars of soap we bought 2 years ago. It’s weird how one kind of soap can last a long time and others will be gone as if by magic.
I’ll admit I love the suds created by a soap scrunchie. And nothing works as well as liquid soap in creating those bubbles, especially bar soap. It is weird, as soap is soap, but that doesn’t change the fundamental truths. Liquid soap gives more lather.
Alas I am on a bar soap regimen for another week when we can venture to the store and restock. By then I’m sure to be down to 6.5 bars of soap at least for the next few years:D
Until next time.
We have a little white board on our refrigerator to remind us to pick up things at the store. The hubbinator wrote this on the board.
Naturally, I read that the hubbinator wanted shears from HoDe’s but then underneath I read that he wanted death aides and a clip.
I didn’t have a problem with this scenario, but obviously the guy at HoDe’s did when I asked him where he kept his death aides. He asked, what? And I repeated myself. Then he just kinda stared at me. The hubbinator chose that moment to round the corner and explained the garden shears were outside.
Truly, the best place to be in any ZomPoc scenario is a DIY store, as let’s face it, they have plenty of items to take care of zombies. And shovels are pretty handy in burying things. Dead things. That could make them death aides.
The hubbinator couldn’t believe I’d asked for death aides. In his defense, he says he wrote double sided clip.
But my story is better. 🙂
Until next time!
While watching BBC America on my fire stick, I saw this clip of a snownado. Yes, it really is a thing. Click here to watch
Having watched all five of the Sharknado, movies, I can honestly say if someone made it into a movie and had Yetis thrown out to kill, maim, slice, and dice people, I would so watch that movie.
And I would root for the Yetis!
Who’s with me?
It is done.
After hours of work, all the Christmas decorations are stowed away. The cats helped. At least that was what they claimed when I found their stash under the tree.
I will miss the house lights most of all. Between Halloween and now, we had lights on the house. It was nice to come home to their warm glow.
Now, the house is dark when we return form walking the dog.
Sure we still have the motion lights but what fun is that. Guess I have a case of post holiday blues.
And I still haven’t found that missing bin of decorations.
Until next time.
Every three years or so, I get a really bad flu bug. Apparently 2018 was my year because starting January 2nd, my temperature started climbing. And climbing. And climbing.
At its peak, I was at 103.6 and was starting to hallucinate about magic things happening on the fringes of my vision. I shouldn’t be surprised as my normal body temperature hovers around 97 degrees. But what always surprises me is that cold that seeps into your bones and no amount of blankets can take it away.
Even aspirin and Nyquil had no affect on the fever, although I did get to pass out so that works. I went to sleep shivering and teeth chattering and woke up the same way. Always fun. I did think I was over the worst and managed to work yesterday only to come home and discover I was at 101.2 again.
That explained why I was cold most of the day. I woke up this morning soaked in sweat but not cold. Well, until I walked the dog. Then it was the outside temperature that made me cold. And when I came inside I warmed up. Bliss.
Now I just have to wait until my food tastes normal again. (FMI about why food tastes off when we’re sick click here.)
Until next time.