You know what sucks? Running out of ideas because your a mom and your A) To busy to take a moment to breath, let alone think and B) to GD tired!
Between work, upkeep of home, sports, fundraisers, dogs and dinner (plus a few more) I haven't had a single idea pop into my head. You would think that Shmoe would say "take a break honey, I can see your tired, and need a moment to decompress" you would think that too wouldn't you (then your a man reading this). But it will never happen. Sounds a little like the fifties.
Writing is my passion (and after 10 years with Shmoe I need to have SOME passion!!) but with work (which i love since I'm out of my house for a bit), Playoffs, and TWO baseball seasons starting, Plus everything else I have no time to think! I write in my sleep, and when I check my blog I think "oh yeah, that wasn't real". Hope to get back my cha cha chah soon.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
My (Trashy) Little Secret....
Everyone one has their vice, their go to thing that makes them feel better when they need it.
It's escapism, a stress reliever, that which makes one feel better.
In this day and age who doesn't have one vice, I don't know anyone without one. They can range from smoking, to gambling, fishing, and drugs. Even odd ones such as smelling clean wet jeans, make up and hair to, I don't know eating dirt, laundry soap (now that chic had problems) and pottery.
Mine just happens to be a bit more embarrassing, and a bit trashy. I am addicted to trashy romance novels, especially with a glass of wine and a full tub of bubbles.
I cannot help it, I love to read, and I read other genre of books, but I just CAN'T walk away from a story of an epic love affair. Some of these stories (the ones hidden at the back of the store, behind other books) are dirtier than that of some (ahem) movies (so I've heard). And they tell a story of two ordinary people, (with descriptions of men that I have dreamed of, but know do NOT exist) who happen to cross paths and realize they are meant for each other (if only in real life). And in their courting, some (cough cough) rather steamy boudoir scenes!
These stories have all to do with the romantic buried (deep, deeep deeeep) down inside me. I know nothing in real life can compare to this so I don't get my hopes up.
But this is one of those things that only the closest to me know. Romances are my kinda Kryptonite. I cant walk by and not but the one staring me down.
Guess its better than eating cigga butt ashes?!
It's escapism, a stress reliever, that which makes one feel better.
In this day and age who doesn't have one vice, I don't know anyone without one. They can range from smoking, to gambling, fishing, and drugs. Even odd ones such as smelling clean wet jeans, make up and hair to, I don't know eating dirt, laundry soap (now that chic had problems) and pottery.
Mine just happens to be a bit more embarrassing, and a bit trashy. I am addicted to trashy romance novels, especially with a glass of wine and a full tub of bubbles.
I cannot help it, I love to read, and I read other genre of books, but I just CAN'T walk away from a story of an epic love affair. Some of these stories (the ones hidden at the back of the store, behind other books) are dirtier than that of some (ahem) movies (so I've heard). And they tell a story of two ordinary people, (with descriptions of men that I have dreamed of, but know do NOT exist) who happen to cross paths and realize they are meant for each other (if only in real life). And in their courting, some (cough cough) rather steamy boudoir scenes!
These stories have all to do with the romantic buried (deep, deeep deeeep) down inside me. I know nothing in real life can compare to this so I don't get my hopes up.
But this is one of those things that only the closest to me know. Romances are my kinda Kryptonite. I cant walk by and not but the one staring me down.
Guess its better than eating cigga butt ashes?!
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