Monday, October 15, 2012
Now I'm not saying my kids were/are perfect. They're not. No one is. Not even me--though I come close...lol The other day I went through the drive-thru at Wendy's for a grilled chicken sandwich for The Boy. I had zoned out and the girl at the window was trying to give me the bag of goodies which I didn't see.
Once I realized this, I simply grabbed the bag and handed it to The Boy. He gave me this stern WTF look and told me I should have apologized for leaving the girl hanging like that.
I'm rolling my eyes here. Yeah, at some point my just-don't-give-a-damn works more than fine. I tried to explain to the boy that I was tired and cranky and it was just a small oversight on my part, but he was having none of it. We ended up getting into a heated argument with me on the stupid side, of course.
You can't teach a kid to have respect for all, to use social skills in every setting, and then fail miserably at it. He'll call your ass on it every time. He informed me at record pace that a minimum wage burger flipper's feelings were just as important as a high-priced attorney or a cop trying to give me a ticket.
Well...he was right and I was wrong.
In the meantime, he has friends galore who are in and out of my house who are rude and quite frankly socially inept. I have a new neighbor who is socially inept. I'm surrounded by people/kids who simply don't know how to socialize. One of the boy's friends has something to say for every single thing I say. He thinks he is correcting me. He's not, but it's weird. He comes across as this know-it-all who knows nothing and constantly embarrasses himself. Another one uses my house like it's his own. Last weekend I found him in my bedroom lying across my bed talking on his cell phone. He said he had needed more privacy. I keep my handbag complete with wallet in that room. I wasn't happy. He's also the same kid who used The Boy's toothbrush and brush. Uh huh... Caught him in the act.
Another kid saw that I had a load of clothes washing and stripped out of his and tossed them in--then exited the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. I can't tell you the number of times I've sent a text message to The Boy asking him to come downstairs because "we need to talk".
Bottom line? I keep asking him where he's finding these kids. He keeps telling me that all kids are like that. I keep saying "so you use other people's toothbrushes and wash your clothes at will and go and get into their mother's bed when you're at their house?"
To which he replied: "I'm not normal. I'm the exception. I'm too well-mannered and don't exactly fit in. But this is high school and I'm just hanging out. Just chill and keep telling me when they do something stupid. I'll keep them in line."
This weekend I realized that I had become a taxi for about a half a dozen kids. My entire weekend was shot all to hell because of me giving rides to and from home--to and from the park, the mall, and movies, to all of The Boy's friends. That stopped Sunday afternoon at 4 p.m. when I declared myself exhausted. So I informed The Boy and he said he understood. Said he realized that I was doing everything and other parents were simply ignoring their kids and didn't give a damn where they were or who they were with or how they got there.
And that said it all.
Why are these parents not more involved in the lives of their children? Hell yeah they may be 16 but that doesn't equate to FINISHED!!!! There are two of The Boy's friends who have asked to come and live with us. No, they weren't joking. It was pitiful. They flat out told me that their parents had no time for them. For the first time in my life, I honestly didn't know what to say. I remained quiet for the longest time.
I hope I said all of the right things to these boys. Informed them that time gets away from you. That their parents loved them but work and general responsibilities involved with day-to-day life can really take up a lot of room in a person's life. I suggested they try talking with their parents. Try watching a movie with them and engaging them in conversation. I said a lot. But I was ill-equipped to deal with it really. Shocked.
My kid says he's lucky--even though I can be a pain-in-the-ass. lol He says sometimes I am just too involved in his life. I just looked at him and told him to get used to it. 'Cause it sure as hell ain't gonna stop any time too soon--hmmmm...maybe when he's 80. LOL
Monday, September 17, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
I left the shop thirty-five dollars poorer and hair up to my freaking ear lobes.
As I said, the last good haircut/style I had was about ten years ago. When I went back to the same stylist two months later she effed my hair up. Could not give me the same cut or style. I brought a picture with me, too.
Am I the only one who has this problem? For the last three or four years now, I have just let my hair grow quite a bit before giving in and getting it cut. I wait nine or ten months. I had to do it this time because I had started putting my hair up in a pony tail cause it was so damn long and always in the way. And that gave me a freaking headache. sighhhhhh
I hate my hair. And yes, it will grow. And yes, I'll try again in another nine or ten months. But if I tell another stylist that I want my hair touching my shoulders and she cuts it up to my damn ears?????
I AM NOT GOING TO PAY!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
In other news: Something Wicked This Way Comes, Vol. 2 comes out in print tomorrow at Ellora's Cave. This book (also available in ebook) features some super hot stories. Tinderbox, my addition to the anthology, is a shifter menage. You know how I love those guys who turn 'furry'. LOL
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Adjusting to that strange new world called FLORIDA is quite the thing ya'll. First off, it's not hot here. Yes, I'm sure the natives would beg to differ but having lived through many a Texas summer, this stuff is not a big deal. The folks back home say the temps are hovering around 105 degrees and positively sweltering. Here in my new place, I'm loving the more moderate stuff. Of course it's humid. Oh dear LORD! Now that's something new but there are definite benefits to that. My hair and skin looks a whole lot better these days. And rainy season? Um. A few weeks ago my daughter and I were shopping for groceries when a thunderstorm hit. Our eyes got big. I mean big. RAIN!!!! Now that's something to celebrate in West Texas so I'm sure the folks at the store wondered why we seemed so damn happy about the deluge of wet stuff. With Tropical Storm Debbie hovering around, we've pretty much been drenched every day and even had to break down and buy umbrellas. Who'd a thunk it????
Settling in good and proper now. We've found the best places for breakfast, lunch and dinner and now where to find the best shopping. What more could a girl ask for? And friends? Yes, I've made a lot of those too. Nice thing, friends. I'm beginning to feel right at home. Hard to believe I've only been here a month.
Now that the settling in has been accomplished and most of my furniture has arrived, I've found the creative energies are beginning to flow again. Getting a divorce and moving clear across the country can have a way of stalling a person out, for sure. But YAY ME...stories are forming and needing to be told. I'm beginning to feel like my "new self"...the old one was pretty fine but this new me is pretty awesome, I think. I'm feeling braver, more sure of myself and yes, more creative. It's a good thing.
When forty-five-year-old widow Tess Garrity decides it's time to reevaluate her stale life, she rents a charming cabin in the mountains, little expecting her entire life is about to take a drastic turn. She's very drawn and more than a little sexually turned on by the sinfully handsome man next door.
Daniel Rios is captivated by the stunning older woman. She is sweet, funny and sexy enough to make him yearn to fuck her. He wants her more than his next breath but his first order of business is getting rid of an unwanted houseguest. Then Daniel moves in on Tess, tempting her to take another chance on love — with him. It's a naughty, edgy, seductive challenge he is fully prepared to take.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Of course, you know how any kind of move-in is. Disruptive! Anything that can go wrong usually does. We've had minor issues with the apartment and everything we order tends to be a matter of hurry-up-and-wait kind of deal. You know how it is. I suspect that a month from now, I'll have my furniture in place and will have settled in all comfy and cozy.
One thing I have noticed is that my worries over leaving Texas were just silly. Sometimes I think we tend to believe that 'home' is associated with a place rather than with people. I've found folks in Florida friendy, helpful and fun. I've felt so at ease here. A good thing. My smile comes quicker and my writing (yes, I'm writing again) is richer and more complex. If we are surrounded by people we love, it helps bushels. Naturally, I'm missing my son and my mom but hey...who knows? Life has an odd way of changing on us when we least expect it.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Yep, down here in the Myrtle Beach area we just finished up a couple of weeks of Biker Fest. I had heard horror stories about it. Well... turns out it really wasn't bad at all. There was a lot of noise, and I had trouble getting in and out of my street, but all in all it wasn't bad.
The police presence was overwhelming. Never saw so many in one place in my life. State helicopters flew overhead and barricades on residential streets were up. Overall, the police seemed to be in a pretty good mood. They smiled, laughed, and joked whenever you had to go by them in order to get home. And I have it on good authority that one particular dude in uniform got my oldest's phone number. LOL
I did see one biker trying to pop a wheelie on busy busy Hwy 17. He was in the lane next to me and when the stoplight turned green he popped it. Fool came very close to laying down that bike. AND! He wiggled his ass back on--wiggling the bike, too--for a good ways down. If he had fallen? God. I can only imagine the carnage.
The other thing that I had to deal with really only upset me on Thursday night (the 31st). The barricades weren't up yet in my area and bikers used the avenue next to my bedroom window for racing. I didn't sleep all night long. I thought about calling the police but just didn't. I worried someone was going to get hurt. But I also kept thinking that they were only trying to have some fun. You know... YOLO!
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE!
Last night we walked down to the beach about dusk. There was a guy with a parrot and he put it on my shoulder. I felt like a pirate. LOL I love the smell of the ocean. I just stood there watching those waves and the long shoreline with the twinkling hotel lights. Watched the last remnants of daylight fade to black.The stars are so bright here.
Doesn't get any better than that!