Dear Rainy-day Drivers

Dear Rainy-day Drivers,

There is a happy medium between not speeding and not moving.  Please find it.

Thank you!

Cable results in bad habits

I don't like kids.  I don't have the same passionate hatred/terror that Colby has, but I don't really like kids.  People keep insisting that I would be a great mom, and I don't believe them at all.

In any case.

I've been watching TV much more recently.  Well, no, that's not true.  I've been watching about as much as I always have, but I've had more to choose from.  I've started watching TLC and the Discovery channel (they've always been my faves), and there are three shows that will get picked before ANYTHING else on TV:  Good Eats, Dirty Jobs, and Jon & Kate Plus Eight.  WTF?  

I have no idea why I love watching a show about a family with 8 kids.  It makes no sense to me.  And they're REAL kids, complete with whining and crying and screaming and hissy fits and dirty diapers (in the earlier episodes) and puking and EVERYTHING.  Despite that, I enjoy it.  Maybe it's because they're trapped behind the TV screen, and I know I won't have to deal with them in person.

The kiss

The lights shone down on the couple.  She looked up at him, her expression a mixture of shyness, apprehension, and excitement.  His face held somewhat less emotion, but there was still a sense of anticipation evident.    Her eyes gleamed in the light as she leaned forward.

He reached up and gently cupped her face in his hands.  Her hands, after a moment's hesitation as she tried to think of a place to rest them, came to sit softly at his waist.  He grinned briefly, slightly tickled by her touch, but tried to compose his expression to a more appropriately serious one.

She smiled back, still looking apprehensive, but less so than she had a moment before.  Briefly, she wondered if she should have brushed her teeth again, but dismissed the thought - it was certainly too late now.  

He leaned towards her, and time seemed to slow down.  He was aware of the softness of her cheeks beneath his thumbs, and she could smell the spiciness of his cologne.  Involuntarily, her eyes closed.  Their lips made contact, softly at first, tentatively, then more firmly.  Finally, both the man and the woman relaxed, letting themselves drift apart.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, half-expecting some sort of change in his expression, or perhaps a change in the way she saw him.  He was the same, though, if a bit less tense than he had been a few moments earlier.  He let his hands slide down from her face, following the line of her arms until he held her hands in his.  He gave them a slight squeeze, and she smiled again.

As one, they turned towards the audience, enjoying the sound of the growing applause much more than either of them had enjoyed the kiss.

The sun has gone to bed and so must I

You know I've been around a show too much when it's appearing all over my blog... and I've hardly spent any time at Sound of Music compared to Trailer Park!

But this makes two nights in a row that I've headed to bed well past my bedtime.  And, as it turns out, if I don't get enough sleep, I'm cranky.  And if I don't eat, I get cranky.  It seems I'm stuck as a three-year-old when it comes to mood swings... 

In an effort to be a reasonable human being tomorrow (when I'll be dealing with the first day of Tech Week), I'm going to bed now.  Perhaps tomorrow will be an early night.  Wow.  I'm either funny or ridiculously optimistic...  At least Monday will be a fairly slack day at work!

New look!

MUCH shorter!  The first cut took off about 7 inches.  But it feels great!

My favourite things

I'm not a big fan of raindrops on roses or whiskers on kittens, but there are a lot of things that I just plain like.  Here are some of my favourite things!

* Words spelled with 'u' - colour, favourite, etc.

* The smell of warm puppy (not to be confused with the stench of wet dog)

* A brand-new ball of yarn

* The itty-bitty home-wrapped ball of yarn left after I finish a project

* The crackle of bubbles in a can of pop

* Alpaca.  Need I say more?  (If I do, go find a yarn store and pet some alpaca!  Then you'll know.)

* My blog buddies - go visit the links on the sidebar there.  Go!  Go!

* Dad's old recliner; it's about 23 years old, but it's my favourite chair.

* Easter candy

* The smell of a new book

* Office supplies, especially coloured pens

* The crack a new book makes when you open it

* Getting into the flow of a story

* Stickers, especially as rewards for accomplishing little goals

This is tough!

Okay, so the blogging daily thing is really hard.  It's not so much that it's hard to find the time to sit down and do the blog (okay, sometimes that part is hard, too), but it's hard to find something to blog about.  Particularly when I'm going through a bit of a creative dry spell.

I really want to write.  More than anything, I want to write.  And I am doing some writing, really.  It's just not stuff that's aimed at the blog.  I really need to just take my black book with me and write more on Take Five, but I haven't been able to find time at work lately.  I'm working on my play, because there's actually a chance that, if I finish it before the summer, I might be able to have it as part of the 2010/11 season at the theatre where I've been doing all my stage managing.  Honestly, the chances of that are better than the chances of finding an agent for any of my other WIPs (assuming I ever get them edited), so that's where I'm focusing my energy.  However, there's just no way I could put that up online, so, well, unfortunately, my readers (assuming that I have any!) kind of get the shaft, and have to put up with reading more personal stuff than I had intended.

Sorry folks.

Since you've got to read stuff about me anyways, I decided that I would share my earliest memory with all of you!

I must have been about 3, because it was in the Hamilton house.  I was watching Sesame Street, and I wanted a chocolate chip muffin for breakfast.  My mom got one out of the fridge, and I watched her push the little round buttons on the microwave to warm it up.  She left the room (maybe to have a shower?  I can't remember).  My muffin was still cold in the middle, so I decided that I could warm it up.  I put it in the microwave and pressed the little buttons so that I made a 1 and a 0, just like mom did.  Ten MINUTES later, there was a blackened little lump that used to be a muffin, sitting in the middle of the microwave.   Oops.