Where is the rule that sickness and holidays go hand in hand?

Once again as a holiday rolls around some one or 2, in my house is sick. And my mom and Boss Lady. I swear every blasted holiday someone catches a disease or goes to the hospital. I am starting to wonder if this is a rule written somewhere? Did I miss a meeting or an email about it? Did I accidentally eat the last Ho-Ho and am being punished? It’s not much fun. My cupboards are so full of vitamin C, Zinc, cold and sinus meds, Sprite, Gatorade, canned soup etc. Good thing I have a drug store close by.

Maybe I will start a fake holiday to fool the germs and co-pay gremlins into attacking when I don’t have plans with work or most of my family. Hmmmm I usually have February open….

Curiosity of others

I realize as a beginner blogger I made a large error and did not post for a..uh…while. I am now going to try my best to not do that again. Please forgive me my most awesome readers!

I was thinking about something over the last few weeks. Boss Lady writes and draws LOTS of different things from many different genres. She also ( as I am sure most of you know from reading her blog) reads all the time. I do as well. So do our spouses. We all love to read. It got me thinking why people read the books they do. Why do some of us only read specific genres? Why are we as individual readers not more experimental in what we read? And what does make us take a chance on a new book/style? When did our choices change?

Their is no judgement in my questions. I just want everyone to read something. But I would really love some insight into other peoples choices. Because we all do it. Even Boss Lady and I.

It’s true about the odd places

As I previously stated I apparently need to be involved in something else in order to be creative. But last week it managed to get even odder. Boss Lady asked me to write some publicity items for her-nothing super flowery or fictional. Just a standard press release. I had been trying to make something sound exciting and new. That is kind of hard for us as her and I have discussed how boring, average and addicted to chocolate we are.

I put the assignment down and was going to discuss it with Boss Lady at our weekly meeting. On I went with my home tasks. I wrote out my grocery list and rounded up the family in the car to head to the Costco.  I am very addicted to that store. Anyway, I am in the car for literally two minutes and the damn writers bulb goes off blindingly. So on the drive I wrote it out. On my steering wheel in between lights. Next time I hope the light bulb goes off in a safer place.

I love my job

I am totally going to brag…. I LOVE my job. I know that most of us don’t get the luxury of doing something they actually care about but I am one of the privileged ones.  Of the many jobs that I have had the only other one that was as enjoyable and didn’t require a uniform was my first one. I worked at a saltwater taffy and fudge shop. Insert fudge packing joke here…..

I tried to think about what I really love the most about this job the other day while Boss Lady and I had a meeting. I am not sure that it is any one thing. I have flexibility, awesome perks, lots of speaking and valued input. We go to rocking conventions and meet awesome people from all over. It has given me much-needed validation in my life. I love my family, heck we all do, but let’s be honest, a stay at home wife/mother gets little respect or gratitude.  There are many days where you lose yourself in the monotony and sloppiness of the job ( I have left the house in baby vomit clothes).  I was able to get a lost part of my self-worth and spirit back thanks to the work I contribute. Maybe that is what I love most. That my job is an extension of who I am or at the very least whom I want to be.

So I will brag about my job. I FRIGGIN LOVE IT.

My Tuesday Night

Something odd is happening. My kids are asleep; come to think of it so’s my husband. I have a favorite soda, an amusing show to watch on the telly and all the uninterrupted lap top time I want. And my brain is empty. I can write a blog in peace and quiet and there is nothing up their to put on the page. Am I too relaxed? Do I need multiple activities to be able to….well lets float my ego and say- be creative? Or am I worried that I really have nothing to say?

Well, I know it’s not the last one. Just ask Boss Lady. I never shut up. And I have a TON of opinions. About everything. Even the stuff I know nothing about. I love having my opinion (which we can thank my dad for). They have gotten me in more trouble in my life than chocolate but have also made me feel strong and real. I just need to master balancing them with the actuality of opening my mouth. Just like with chocolate. Now where did I leave that piece of cake?

Internet Brain Sieve Syndrome

For the last week I have been trying to get out of my computer shell. I have been checking my email very regularly and replying to those that warrant it. I have been keeping tack of some other comics as well as ours. I have even made book marks for all the sites so that I don’t forget which ones I use. But I still find myself getting on the web and after the 5 minutes it takes me to look through everything most days, staring at it thinking “What now?”. If I am done with what I needed should I still be looking for stuff? Am I just uninterested in anything else in the world? Why can’t I seem to enjoy the thing we are now all connected to at all times?

So far I have no answers to those questions. I figure that more exploration will come in time and with recommendations. It seems that I have to have someone show me a site before I will ever find it on my own. Thats how I found the five I have bookmarked. But the other problem that I have and I think it correlates, is my  Internet Brain Sieve. It feels like my brain is a large holed colander for search information. I can remember whom ever I need to call, all the items on my grocery list and what page I am at in the 3 books I am reading but not what I wanted to find on the internet. The hubby and I will be talking and I will say “Oh I want look that up later” or “I have been meaning to price those out” something like that. Then in the quite literally, 30 seconds it takes for me to get my laptop and click it open I have managed to completely for get my purpose. It slipped right through those dang holes. I sit there completely spaced out. Wait what was I doing. I did that 4 times yesterday before today, realized it was posting my blog. I need to find a cure for this. Its annoying and worrisome. What the heck else have I forgotten?! Oh yea.. now I remember..no wait….

 

A technophobe cracks open her door

On May 30, Beth allowed me to post to her blog. She then had the awesome idea of creating my very own blog.

See www.zbpublications.wordpress.com for the original post.