Thursday, February 16, 2012
You've probably been seeing posters like this one...
I think most of them are hilarious, but there's no proper poster that explains the life of a writer, fictional or otherwise. I am inspired, and I thought I would put one together for your viewing pleasure. Here we go...
What my friends think I do:
What my mom thinks I do:
What society thinks I do:
What my husband thinks I do:
What I think I do:
What I really do:
To all of you writers/bloggers out there,
Hope you enjoyed this!
Check out this post from another writer, explaining what writers really do.
Doug is feeling better. He was able to return to work today. Unfortunately, I think he and I had two completely different illnesses because I woke up this morning with a sore throat, cough, and that oh so lovely stuffed up feeling in my head and chest. At this point, I fear I'm never going to get unpacked and settled into our new place! I can't live like this!!!
This is exactly how I've been feeling!
See, I told you I was going to whinge...I just want to unpack. Why can't I be well until AFTER I unpack? Then I'll do all of the lying around that my body wants!
I love the cottage, especially the shower. It has a rain shower head, and it feels just lovely. I am also happy to report that there is an endless supply of hot water. Normally, I am the type of person who showers to get clean. I don't stand under the water and do nothing, I have a purpose in that shower, and that purpose is to do just that, shower. The first shower I took, I stood under the water and sighed happily. I kid you not, one half hour later, the water was still hot! I was shocked. In our apartment, our hot water supply lasted sixteen minutes. That was my six minute shower and Doug's ten minute shower.
Got the living room straightened up a bit yesterday. Our living room is bigger than the one in the apartment. I also like the location because the sun doesn't stream through the living room windows and blind us, even with the blinds open. We had constant sunlight blinding us while we tried to watch television at the apartment, and the bedroom is nice and dark to promote sleep! If we open the blinds in the bedroom, we get a nice amount of sunlight. Everything is so cozy and relaxing here, yet, I feel terrible...
I was hoping to get some writing done, and I just might because I can't seem to sleep. I've had two chocolates trying to perk myself up, but I'm not really hungry.
I feel like I'm going all over the place. Maybe I shouldn't write today. *sighs* Did I mention I'm feeling terrible? Please accept my apologies for whinging. I need prayer. I feel like I'm going down hill...I'll be thirty...*coughs* in April. I'm too young to be going down hill!
I know, I know, complaining isn't going to help anything...I guess I'll just lie in bed, which has been the norm lately. *sighs*
Forgive me for whinging, I'm just sick of being sick and exhausted...
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Doug was a nervous wreck until he was standing at the altar. I had been through this before, so I was calm, cool, and collected UNTIL I got to the altar.
It was a rainy, gray, overcast day, but around 55 degrees. Nobody could decorate the car for the rain. Doug's uncle, Bill Sommerville, threw a streamer on the back. The only reason it stuck was because of the rain water that had collected on the trunk.
I wanted a tiara and for my hair to be down. Doug wanted me to have a veil and for my hair to be up. These were the only two things he requested, so I obliged.
I had originally planned on carrying a lit candle down the aisle, but my candle holder broke, so I decided I wasn't going to carry anything. A friend of mine couldn't stand the thought of me walking down the aisle with no flowers, so she went to Michael's and selected six red roses, and that's the only reason I had a bouquet.
It was a very small wedding. Five people sat on the bride's side, and only two were my relatives, where as forty people were on the groom's side. Most of them, aside from Doug's family, were choir members. They had choir practice after the wedding. Doug and I were choir members, but were exempt from practice that night.
My gloves were covering a very large bruise on my left forearm. I was in the hospital a few days prior to the wedding, and sustained the bruise from the IV. The gloves were a last minute decision, but if you looked close enough, the purple bruise did show through the matte material.
Our wedding ceremony was entire forty minutes long. I walked in to "My Heart Will Go On," instead of the traditional wedding march. A lady in the choir sang the theme from Romeo and Juliet. She also sang the Lord's Prayer. Doug's father was his best man, and my brother's girlfriend of almost eight years was my maid of honor. They wed on June 9th, that same year.
Doug and I paid for everything except for the photographer, the tuxedo rentals, the bouquet, and Doug's mother's dress. In 2001, a small wedding cost a total of $16,000.00 and we did everything, including the dress, the cake, the food, the decorations, for $2,000.00. We didn't buy everything at once. We shopped over the course of three months. Doug's dad bought the red heart shaped cookies, and Doug opted a red velvet groom's cake. (He takes being a southerner seriously.) We garnished the tables with cinnamon hearts wrapped in tulle and bubbles, and there was a large heart shaped candle, alternating red or pink on each table. We also had lace doilies and used Doug's paternal grandmother's china to serve food from at the reception. Someone asked if they were supposed to throw the red candy hearts at us.
I threatened to get the marriage annulled if Doug smashed the cake in my face. Doug didn't find that as funny as I did. *lol*
Doug was true to his word and didn't smash the cake in my face. (On a side note, I look like my mother here. The older I get, the more my father's DNA is kicking my mother's DNA in the face.) We toasted with Welch's sparkling red grape juice. We ran out of punch before we did food, which according to the bible was the worst thing that could happen at a wedding.
It had stopped raining, but was still damp out. We had guests blow bubbles instead of throwing rice. I still have that dress, and it still fits. Guests from left to right are Nancy Harmon, Betty Jo Kimble (who lost her husband, George, recently), and my mnl, Ruth Ann Townsend.
Doug insisted we have a dance. I can't dance, no seriously. Several guests stayed and helped with the clean up, Doug and I even stayed and helped until his parents insisted we leave. I can't seem to leave a mess behind...
That's pretty much it. Thanks for attending!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone out there. As for me, it's also my eleventh wedding anniversary!
I wanted to share some odd but true facts about anniversaries. What do you get a couple for their eleventh wedding anniversary? Let's look at the Hallmark Anniversary Gifts List that the company always features in the back of their calendars.
Traditional vs Modern:
1st: Paper/Clocks (How does one operate a paper clock?)
2nd: Cotton/China (How does cotton china work?)
3rd: Leather/Crystal (An odd combination, antonyms, like naughty and nice.)
4th: Fruit or Flowers/Appliances (Nothing says "I Love You" like some apples and a new blender.)
5th: Wood/Silverware (Or you could get wooden silverware, kill two birds with one stone.)
6th: Candy or Iron/Wood (But you got me wood last year!)
7th: Wool or Copper/Desk Sets (You have more than two choices at and after the 4th anniversary.)
8th: Bronze or Pottery/Linens or Lace (Or a divorce, which seemed to be the tradition in my family for a while.)
9th: Pottery and Willow/Leather (Not leather again!)
10th: Tin or Aluminum/Diamond Jewelry (Let's see, Reynold's Wrap or Diamond Jewelry? That's a tough decision right there.)
11th: Steel/Fashion Jewelry (Or Illness in mine and Doug's case. We gave the gift that keeps on giving!)
Between the 16th and 19th wedding anniversaries, you no longer receive traditional gifts. If you make it to the 20th, you get China/Platinum. The 25th is the Silver Anniversary. The 40th is the Ruby Wedding Annivesary (celebrated in England mostly). The 50th is the Golden Anniversary. The 55th is the Emerald Anniversary (Also not as celebrated in this country, but should be). The 75th is the Diamond Anniversary. Anything after that is all diamonds, and if you make it to a 100th Wedding Anniversary, you get a ten karat diamond. My question is has anyone made it to their 100th? It's seemingly impossible. And that's all you get? I would want a parade or something. *shrugs*
Anyway, eleven years ago today, my husband, Doug, accepted the terms and conditions of me when he said, "I Do." There's something amazing about that. Eleven years isn't that long really, not compared to what it felt like when I was younger, but with marriage being taken so lightly these days, it is an accomplishment. Anything after eight years in my family is an accomplishment. But marriage is a covenant. Eleven years ago, I entered into a covenant with Doug, then I decided I was going to do my own thing. I had been married once before, and it didn't work out. When I entered into the first covenant with my first husband, I had a picture of what a wife was supposed to be. When I got divorced barely two years later, I blamed myself. Maybe I wasn't a good enough wife, but I did all of the right things. I cooked and cleaned, packed lunches, had dinner on the table every night, but my first husband wasn't interested in that. So when I entered into a covenant of marriage with Doug, my perspective of what a good wife was supposed to be was ruined. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. There were different rules, a different playing field, but ultimately the same game. And I don't know if I'm a good wife. I have a better idea of what's she's supposed to be, but have you read Proverbs 31 lately? I'm always going to miss the mark according to that. For starters, I can't sew. Seriously, I can't make clothing out of flax. But I digress...
So Doug took all of me, my flaws, my issues, my quirks, my eccentricities, he accepted all of the terms and conditions of me, and I'm so thankful for that. God really does give second chances, and He really gave me a gift.
That's about it. I will now assault your mind with images from a wedding.
Here we are!
I will give out the facts and details of our wedding day later. I think I need a nap. I'm exhausted.
By the way, Happy Valentine's Day again!
If you want to look at some of the wedding pics, you can go here on my Facebook page.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Just a few pics to get a glimpse of our new place. They were taken on my mobile phone camera the night we moved all of the large stuff in.
The welcoming message on our front door.
Kitchen. Notice the back door. Ignore the boxes to the left.
Blueberry Cobbler candle on the kitchen table. It's never been lit up, and the entire house smells like blueberry cobbler!
Bedroom wall just above our bed...
One of the inspiring messages on our bedroom wall.
Sand and shells on the back of the toilet in the loo.
Another view of the loo. Love the sign. A friend gave it to me!
The living room! I set the pics up. I have to set these three pictures up in order for it to feel like home.
The couch and some of the art on the walls of the living room! Thinking of putting blossoms on that tree according to the seasons. Snow blossoms would look striking on that black tree!
A closer look at the phrase on our living room wall, so true. There's no place like home...
And that concludes our tour. I will take more pictures of the bedroom and kitchen when everything is cleaned up and put away. I'm just too sick to think of doing that right now.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
I have so much to share with everyone. I may condense it a bit because I'm ill...which sucks, for lack of a better word.
This is about what I look like. Just imagine the girl in the picture with red hair minus the ugly sweater, and pretend she's laying in bed, because she's too sick to get up and get on the couch. Yeah, that's bad, but it's true.
This is what I've been doing for the last two days, except I do not have a plastic bubble. I think I may have infected my husband, but he's not exhibiting the same symptoms as I am, plus, I went from zero to sick in 60 seconds. His symptoms are coming on gradually. I have huge plans for this week, but now I'm stuck in bed, doing the above activities. I was going to work out. I was going to start unpacking and setting up things at the new house. I was going to shop for some things we need for our house, but instead, I'm here, stuck in bed. *sighs*
"New house," you ask. Yes, new house. It's actually a cottage. Things kind of fell into place. It's much cheaper than our apartment was, and it's so cozy! There are inspirational quotes on the walls in the living room and bedroom. As soon as I saw them, I fell in love. This is the perfect place for a writer to live! Unfortunately, I haven't really been able to write much since we moved. The move took three days. It would have taken two, but the U-Haul broke down. Thankfully, U-Haul was nice enough not to charge for the extra day. That was a blessing all by itself.
Our landlady is wonderful. She is 90 years old and as sharp as a tack. Doug and I really like her. Her son is a writer, and as soon as I told her I was working on a book series, she pulled out his book. Her son is a child psychologist and quite an excellent writer. Just what little bit I read had me intrigued. We hit it off instantly.
I don't really miss the other apartment. Right before we moved, neighbors moved downstairs, and they played music so loud that my cats were afraid to sit in the floor. One night, their music was so loud that Doug called the police. We could hear the lyrics to the songs! There were people going in and out of there at all hours of the night. I figure they were doing or selling drugs. Whatever the case, I'm glad to be out of there. I think the things I miss about the apartment would be the dishwasher, the pink dogwood tree with its petals raining down when the wind blew, sitting on the balcony on those foggy fall mornings, and being close to our church. That's really it. Doug says we can plant a pink dogwood tree and eventually buy a dishwasher. We do have a huge yard, and the swing on the porch, and Doug can grill in the backyard, and our table is out there, and our bird feeder, and there's a window by the sink so I can watch the birds eat while I do dishes. This is just a place of peace all around. I've never been happier. I'm a bit agitated that I'm unable to get everything set up right now so I can truly enjoy it, but that's just the OCD talking.
I do have some pictures, but I will have to post them later. Maybe just a few...
JUST KIDDING! I actually found the series of pictures from two blogs on blogger, the owner of this cottage and her sister. You can check it out here. But I've got chicken noodle soup calling my name and I'm actually hungry, so I'm going to close for now.