we're all mad here

or rather, sick as dogs.

Larry is the worst, having had a terrible impacted tooth and now a bad tummy

Shawn and I seem to be sharing a cold

on the good side I sent out the ugliest, coolest mixed media witch ornament last night. I should have taken pictures. Sigh. It's awful, and wonderful, and the person who gets it had better appreciate it :D

need sleep

up and ready to jog, but my sleep quality has gone way downhill. Even my nightly magnesium is not helping calm the racing mind. I keep having these very lucid very close to waking dreams. Argh

I have to get edits done that were due last month, and now I have an extra story that popped up. Yay.

Sighs. Some days I think I'm catching up and then boom.

On the good side, I have now jogged at the park (I ran for a total of 10 mins, but in 3 min and 90 second intervals, with 20 mins of walking), walked the dogs, bathed, and am ready to go get groceries.

Not bad for 11am

Running amok

went and got my hair did

shopped Michaels

dude, we can spend some money on stuff to make cards and miniatures and inchies

I got my first swap doolies today, and they were very neat. 2 sets of inchie art and a random package with a dishtowel to x stitch with a puppy booklet that has a basset pattern and a buttload of floss colors. It was very cool.

Well, I've been lagging on this post for hours. Time to go smother the basset

so much better today

I think it was the sugar. I mean, it's wrapped up in hormones (nods at B) and in my liver function which is iffy, but it doesn't seem that logical when you're in the midst of the meltdown.

Today I have done the couch to 5 K leg, walked the dogs, edited a short story, and packaged up book orders

I have also snuggled my dogs, pulled out my cashmere hoodie, which is 3 sizes too big this year, and found my little orange planner under my desk, which Sonny has eaten.

It has been brought to my attention that I neglected one basset member of the family, so here she is. My Sadie. She is not a motherfucking beagle. I intend to get her the t-shirt that says so.

completely overwhelmed today

feeling completely overwhelmed and out of control. I think I may be losing it. Weepy, whiny, and not terribly thrilled with myself. I have no idea what's going on, except that I went on a sugar bender yesterday, and now I feel like crap.

I'm just at this place where I feel like I'm always ten steps behind, literally and figuratively. I can't catch up, catch my breath, or get my head on straight.

tired but not bad

a little pooped. I think I have that bug that Larry has been hauling around the last 3-4 days

though coffee perked me up

Man, I need to get my shit together. I know I keep saying that, but I just seem to keep digging in and slogging and getting nowhere. What the heck does it take to get ahead? If S can't do it, there's no hope for me, right?

I miss the Goober. I was missing him today so bad. I love Sonny, and Sadie is ever and will always be my girl. But I miss Goober's face. It's been 6 months, which is just impossible to believe. Still, his memory makes me smile, and that's all we can ask, right?

Let it seem like all I am is down these days, I'm not. I just write about the bitchy stuff

Basset Origami

still alive

been pondering the blog as performance art versus the blog as a place to record thoughts.

Decided to say screw it and blog anyway


Basset hounds. I've been pondering that, too, since I started reading the Pioneer Woman. http://thepioneerwoman.com/

She has one. We have two, and have had a total of three. Bassets are challenging, but utterly rewarding dogs. This morning, Sadie is more of a challenge than a reward. We were out for several hours last night at the George Strait concert, and she's barky and needy today.

Obstinate dog.

Seconds later, she is sound asleep, having achieved her goal of moving her bubba out of her bed and convincing him to give up his rawhide.

Life would be so much simpler if everyone was that easy to please. From screaming harpy to sleeping, drooling contentment in 5.0 seconds

tired, grumpy, and hormonal

which is when it seems like I tend to post

I've lost the ability to knit. No, really. Everything I've cast in in a month or so has been an unmitigated disaster by row 10.

I had a terrible binge last night, wherein I ate a box of cookies, a bag of chips and a couple if Clif bars. Now, mind you, this is far less than I used to eat on a binge, but the act of it makes me far more physically uncomfortable now than it ever did ten years ago, and I know it's not worth it. I know it. So why?

I'm not an unhappy person. I have a lot of things to take joy in, and I try to. So why am I grumping all the time? I don't like to think I'm one of those people who's only happy when I'm bitching. Sighs. Maybe I just need to take the happy pills ;) I know I need to go back on our vitamins.

grins

okay, it's the next day and I feel better. bored now

bye!

I need a new blog

somewhere where business people aren't

professional courtesy

You know, a little courtesy goes a long way.

If you're sending me a professional email? Treat me like a human being. A salutation, a 'hey I have a quick question"... these things go a lot farther with making me want to help you than a terse 'you suck because bye'

Even if you think I'm trying to fuck you, which if you know anything about me you know I'm mistake prone and absent minded but not an asshole, you can give me the benefit of the doubt, just like I do you, even if you've done nothing but bad-mouth me. You can also give me the benefit of acting like this is a job, and treating me like you would anyone at your day job...

Of course, maybe you ARE treating me like you do everyone. If that's the case? I feel sorry for the people who have to deal with you more than I do

a meme

Put your iPod or other music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the NEXT button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got this from.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY-

One Foot in Front of the Other – George Strait

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?

Here Comes Your Man – The Pixies

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?

Mustang Burn – Jack Ingram

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?

I Need You – Tim McGraw

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?

There is a God – Trent Willmon

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

Cheapest Motel – Tracy Byrd

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?
Drunker than Me – Trent Tomlinson

WHAT IS 2+2?
Whiskey and You – Tim McGraw

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

He Must Have Really Hurt You Bad – George Strait

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

All You Ever Do is Bring Me Down

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP??
How 'Bout them Cowgirls? George Strait

Denver

So. We get to Denver. As predicted, it's 60 degrees and sunny. Lovely. We hit the rodeo, did some shopping at the stock show (waves to Jack, whose art we adore) and found a neat Mexican place to have supper. (For those who might not know, wheat allergies/celiacs is fairly easy to accommodate at Mexican places, as corn tortillas generally don't have wheat flour in them).

The next day, we decided to go to lunch, then go early to the stock show. We get to Beau Jo's Pizza, which is a Colorado institution *and* they have gluten free pies, and there's white flakes gently drifting down from the sky...

Shawn looks at me, utterly offended, and says, "Lorna. There is SNOW falling from the sky. What is UP with that?"

Cackles. I've only been away from Colorado for 3 years, so this was not surprising to me. The 30 year Texan? Rejects snow as a reality.

By the time our three day stint at ALA was over, we had 7 inches on the ground, and a certain Texan did not want to go outside

We also ate at a place called Panzano's, which had an entire GF menu, and gluten free crostini! Uhn.

ALA went well, and this time around we have a plan for follow through. We have a ton of places wanting review copies, which will be expensive, but it's the only way to make Prizm viable, I think. We had some lovely invitations to go to the GLBT round table social, but it conflicted with our supper reservation, so we had to bow out. Next time, guys. I'll be putting a detailed con report up on the TQ and Prizm blogs at some point.

My dog? Pouted after I got home. For hours. Then I laid down on the couch and she got up on my legs and held me down. She also slept on me all night.

Lord

All in all, it was a decent trip, but man, 10 below zero? Is fucking cold

ponderings

I've been down a bit lately. For various reasons. Hormones (this whole peri-menopause thing can go fuck itself), family things, doing royalties (which always depresses me, because it reminds me what assholes people can be)

So I've been pondering. I know I've been trying to blog gratitude, but today is a day for things that make me go hmm...

The cowboy way? Used to be to police your own. Not fine someone 7500.00 for throwing a facemask or force someone to wear a helmet to ride roughstock. Whenever someone cites the cowboy code as a reason for doing ridiculous shit like that, especially someone I used to think of as the best all-around cowboy who ever lived? Well, it's the end of an era, and it makes me sad

I've also been pondering why meeting me and Shawn in person seems to be the kiss of death lately. We've always joked that once you meet us and see that we are what we are, you either love us or hate us, but that wasn't a challenge to the universe. It really wasn't. We weren't asking to turn people off just by existing. And no, this isn't a woe is me, no one loves me. I know I'm loved. This is a how can a good working relationship go bad just by meeting someone at a con?

Why is a venti soy latte so yummy?

Why is it that people with agendas seek us out? And what is it that Yankees can't understand about an explicit explanation of the way things happen? Why is that they feel the need to "help everyone else understand" by asking questions that are designed to be leading and insulting, thus proving that they're passive agressive pussies, who can't just come out and say what they think to your face?

Bah.

Right now I really need to concentrate on ALA, the Denver Stock show, and the thought of some gluten free pizza at Beau Jos

been a bit

sunk deep in work. Send yarn.

my joint pain is still bad, but things intestinal have improved. So, both yea and nay.

okay, off to the bedroom for a bit to edit