Thursday, August 26, 2010

WHOSE Bright Idea Was This?

So you know how I mentioned that I signed up for that beginners writing workshop? Well let me be the first to admit that writing because you have to is not nearly as easy or fun as writing just because you feel like it. God help me, I just thought it would be easier for me than it is.

Part of the problem is me. Trying to find the time to write when work requires that I’m up early and back late. And in the time after, I’m trying to balance cooking dinner, some sort of quality time with the husband and then work on the writing assignments. And hell, who feels creative after a long, crazy day? I don’t.

But I can’t blame it all on work. There have been times on the weekends when I’m completely alone in a quiet house…an atmosphere where you’d think would find me writing up a storm, but oh no kimosabe. Instead, I spend FOREVER staring at a blank screen. So then I get tired of staring so I’ll get up and wash dishes and then come stare some more. Play solitaire, then stare some more. Go grocery shopping…then stare some more. Are you getting the picture?

I don’t know WHAT my problem is. Why can’t I focus and knock this stuff out? I should be good at this! I THOUGHT I’d be good at this. Apparently I was wrong.


Our upcoming assignment will involve writing a 500 word piece…but I have yet to decide on what. What do I want to write about? If I’m struggling to write a 100 word description of a lit candle…how am I going to manage 500 words about something else????!!! Stand back people…I’m freakin’ out!

I suck.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Better Late Than Never

Ugh. I hate's giving me fits and won't let me type anywhere above here unless I type in blue underlined writing. I tell you what...I've had more problems posting lately than I ever have! But I digress, we just got the pictures back from the photographer so I wanted to share some of those with you!

Our wedding was a very laid back, southern wedding and because we didn't have much money, pretty much everything you see here was homemade by me and our families...down to cakes, centerpieces, favors, name it and we pulled it together. The reception was in his Aunt's backyard (some backyard right?) and all the posed pictures were done at his grandparents farm. Hope you like them as much as I do.

I started a creative writing class this week and am really excited about it. I'll try to work on a proper blog post this weekend so never fear!

Friday, August 6, 2010

The Definition of TWO Rooms

I have a confession.

I am a married woman sleeping with three men.

I know you're thinking...WTF?!

Well, it's a funny story....

Oh who the hell am I kidding. No it's not.

My husband had a convention in Indianapolis this week and I came along so that we could get some 'away time' and explore a new city together. A couple of his friends were also attending the convention so one of them volunteered to take care of booking the rooms for everyone.

So on Wednesday after a 9 hour drive,the husband and I checked into our hotel room and then headed out to grab dinner. When we returned to our room a short time later, I stretched out on the couch....grateful to be free of the confines of the car when my eyes fell on a suitcase sitting in one of the chairs. I thought we left ours next to the bed. Didn't we? A quick glance to my right confirmed that my suitcase was indeed next to the bed. WTF? Only then did I begin to notice other things around the room that seemed out of place.

"Um, Jess...that's not your suitcase." He glanced at it and then turned his attention back to the TV. " Nope, it's not. Mine is in the bedroom." I spared him an exasperated look and said, "That's my point...why is THAT suitcase in OUR room?"

I could almost hear the comprehension registering in his head, "Ding ding ding ding ding!!!!!" He whipped out his phone and within seconds we are clobbered upside the head with a "Are you fucking kidding me?" moment.

The long and short of it...his friend is an idiot.

When the trip was orginally planned, the hubby said to his friend, "Ok so you got two rooms right? One for you and your buddy. One for me and my wife?"

"Oh yeah yeah. It's all taken care of."

Now, to most of us...'two rooms' would mean just that...two different hotel rooms. Be they next to each other, down the hall or on different floors even. However you want to spin it, the end result is the same...two seperate living quarters.

Little man's definition of two rooms: One hotel room equipped with two sleeping areas (ie: a fold out couch situated around the corner from a bed.) In case I have been unclear: IT IS NOT THE SAME F'ING THING!!! Oh-was-I-mad. So much for any privacy or easily attained vacation nookie.

Instead, I'm sharing a shower with a bunch of strange men...and before you say, it is not a woot woot kind of situation. It's a 'wear your flip flops in the shower' kind of deal.

Only me....