Lots of things on my mind, and I think it'll be cleansing to just let 'er rip here on the blog, so if you're not in the mood for a gripe-fest, kindly move along to the next blog. If you are in the mood for a Manic Mish-Mash Gripe Fest, continue on:
And yeah, I know my mom is gonna read this and she's gonna need a refill on the Xanax, but really mom, it's okay. I love you and dad, hence I have to love the dog.
Dog's name is Lovey.
It's a Jack Russell Terrier.
It's not nearly as bad as the usual JRTs are, as Andie mentioned in a previous comment post, but confession time here:
I Cannot Handle Dogs.
Give me three kids ages three and under, and I'm Wonder Mom. Give me a dog to pet-sit for nine days, and I cannot do it. The thing is, the dog will not poop for me, and I've spent the better part of let's say, five or six hours combined time trying to coax a turd outta the sucker.
Yes, it has shat a few times, for the kids, and Tukey will come runnin' in the house with a grocery bag haphazardly filled with the crap, cheering that the dog went.
Today, apparently Diva took it out and it went green diarhea (spelling wrong, oh well).
It climbs in my bed and hovers under the covers between my legs, and here I am thinking I'm getting lucky but nooooo, it's Lovey, searching for a warm place to lay its head, which just happens to be right in between my legs under the covers.
Then it'll jump out and hours later she will catapult her 19-pound body onto my bed and chest, scaring the sleeping crap out of me, and start licking my face. Dog breath is not my favorite scent.
But overall, she's okay, she's good with the kids, but she HATES any other dog she comes across, and if you live in my 'hood, there's one or two per household so she's running into a lot of pups these days.
The reassuring thing about watching Lovey. My parents know she's 'kinda' being cared for, and I know it's a great favor to my mom and dad and they totally appreciate everything I'm doing for them. That's why they're making a special trip out here the week after Labor Day to watch the kids so Hubby and I can get away for a few days.
So, I'll suck it up and keep feeding, walking, rubbing, coaxing Lovey until my parents come back for her.
Mom and Dad--COME BAAAACK!
End of rant one.
I have an addiction. Yes, besides this blog! Books and bookstores. I'm going to start a list of all the books I have purchased but have yet read, and I will post it on my main web site, which I am not sure too many of you know it. So, this addiction lends itself to my depression, cuz I'll go to the bookstores, and salivate over all the books I want, touch the covers, feel the insides, read the acknowledgment page and the "about the author" page, scrutinize the author pic, wonder if she (or he, on rare occasion) had the photo professional done, and wonder, "WHY CAN'T THAT BE ME?"
I think I'm working hard to get my novel published. I wrote it. Doesn't that count for something? (No answer required there.) I have sent it out, agents are looking at it. I am thrilled when I don't get my SASE returned in the mail daily, but I am bummed out that I cannot do more to get to the place I wanna be. An Author. It is frustrating as all hell.
I bought Stephanie Klein's Straight Up And Dirty today. And did you hear she is pregnant with twins? I'd post the link but am too lazy. If you don't know who she is, just google and her blog, Greek Tragedy will come up. I used to be angry at her because she seemed so self-involved, but hey, it got her to where she wanted to be: Blog/Author Stardom.
I need to read a ton of books I've purchased, here are a few recent ones:
The Truth About Forever
Secret Society Girl (GO DIANA!)
Straight Up and Dirty
Dirty Little Pretty
Orange something or the other... Oh yeah, Blood Orange (that's been on my floor for a while)
These are the ones that just come to mind quickly. And if I look at my bookshelf, I've got to read:
Running With Scissors
Disturbing the Peace
The Dive From Clausens Pier
Adultery for Beginners
She, Myself and I
The Living Bible (haven't gotten quite through that one yet, but it's on the shelf)
The Matter of Grace
And these are just the books from the first shelf!
Down one more shelf and I find I need to read:
My Life on a Plate
Gap Creek (which I am most likely never going to read, just because)
The Room Lit By Roses
Mapping the Edge
Having it and Eating It
Story of O (will never finish; just made me run for my night-stand drawer)
The Virgin Suicides
Lost in the Forest
Escaping into the Open (A writers' novel I should read!)
Me and Emma
Devil Wears Prada (only got to page 56 and now I've seen the movie, so why bother. Note: Diva calls it Devil Wears Products!)
Oh funny, next shelf, first book I need to read also has Devil in the title:
Devil is in the Details
The Naked Truth
The Tenth Circle
Dating Dead Men (I probably won't read this one; got it free at a conference. If I'm not reading the books I WANT to read, then why bother with this one, but I'm sure it's a very nice book).
Next shelf is pretty well repped here with books I've read like Jen Weiner's stuff, but I have not read these:
What Are You Looking At?
Couldn't Keep It To Myself (the Wally Lamb Let's-Have-Inmates-Write-A-Bestseller, which PISSED ME OFF! Cuz, why should inmates get the honor of writing with, and learning from Wally Lamb?)
Getting Over Jack Wagner
Nine And A Half Weeks (Again, saw the movie, but I did buy the book on a sale rack)
White Bikini Panties
Next freaking shelf:
The Art Of Mending
Bird by Bird (again, two birds... two birds in the hand... do what?--This is one I should read to get me outta the funk I'm in)
Second Helpings (I LOVE Megan McCafferty, but haven't gotten to her sequel to Sloppy Firsts, and therefore have resisted purchasing Charmed Thirds)
Riding The Bus with my Sister
Crooked Little Heart
Sam's Letters to Jennifer
The Glass Castle
Slave to Fashion
Okay, as I'm sure you are, I'm over it too. There's another whole shelf but I don't feel like doing this anymore. Maybe it's therapeutic for me though. It sickens me to think of the money I spent on these books and I haven't even read them, but I love the fact that they are here in my office, surrounding me, giving me hope that someday I might do what these authors have done.
Lastly, Diva and I were getting ready for bed, and she asked me:
"Mom, how old were you when you had surgery to make your boobs bigger?"
How sad that she lives in a world where she thinks that is the norm, and she's seven for Crying Out Loud!
"Hey baby, this is all me sweety cakes! All me!"
Peace out. Yo Dog. Hey, this pun is intended: This post might be boring to you all, but it felt really good to get it all off my chest!
Candy bars tomorrow!
xo Manic's really manic tonight!