Fun in the sun

Is there anything that says summer more than kids playing on a waterslide?

I’m disappointed with the photos, though. I had problems with the camera. Okay, the problem is me. I’m no photographer, and I have no eye for photo composition. And besides, I haven’t mastered the split-second delay when you hit the shutter, and by the time the camera decides to take the picture, the moment is gone

It may not look like it, but honest, the boys were having a great time Made me wish I was a kid again, but just to be sure no adult wanted to relive their childhood, there was a warning on the box not to try it.

What about you? If you could be eight years old again, what would be the most fun thing to do?

All alone am I

Well, I’m practically all alone. Seventy-five percent of my critique group has abandoned me. They’ve flown off to Dallas for the Romance Writers of America national conference - four days of workshops, parties, schmoozing, parties, editor/agent appointments … and oh, did I mention partying?

Can we say jealous???

I’ve missed the past three years because, well, I really didn’t feel justified in attending since I wasn’t writing seriously. But no more! Next year the conference is being held in San Francisco. I am SO there! The day registration opens, I’m booking my spot and my hotel room. I deserve it!

I should spend the rest of this week writing to keep my mind off all the fun I’m missing. The sooner I get started, the sooner I’ll have manuscripts on editors’ desks, and with any luck, the sooner I’ll be getting THE CALL!

If you want to read about all the action at the conference, Suzanne McMinn, Michelle Willingham and Kacey Pickens will be reporting in.

Now I’m off to feel sorry for myself

There’s no I in team

I heard that a lot over the weekend at the CPA Regional Pool Championships. Unfortunately my team lost in the quarter finals. :loser: I would have taken photos but when a player is focused on a shot, I don’t think they would appreciate flashes going off. And if nobody’s playing, there’s not much worth photographing.

So, it’s my match. Quarter finals. Two out of three. The score is tied 1/1. I’m at the table. My first instinct is to play a defensive shot. My opponent isn’t going to run it out, and I’ll get back to the table. But there’s another easy shot, and then the eight ball - the shot that could finish it. So I second guessed myself and decided to go for it.

The tables are really fast there, and the white ball kept going … and going … and going. It went into the opposite pocket. My opponent gets the ball, and wins the game.

No, there’s no I in team, but there’s an I in stupid. :wall: And no, I wasn’t the only one who lost and eliminated our team. But still … I had a gut feeling I should play defensive, and I ignored it. Lesson learned. Go with your first instinct. It’s usually right.

Do you ever feel deep down you should do something, and ignore it? And do you regret it?

Happy Father’s Day

I found a few interesting quotes about fathers while roaming around the internet.

* When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. - Mark Twain

* By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong. - Charles Wadsworth

* To be a successful father, there’s one absolute rule: when you have a kid, don’t look at it for the first two years. - Ernest Hemingway

* Never raise your hand to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected. - Red Buttons

* My father died many years ago, and yet when something special happens to me, I talk to him secretly, not really knowing whether he hears, but it makes me feel better to half believe it. - Josefowitz

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

Black thumbs

Okay, I admit it. When it comes to outdoor gardening, what I know would fit on the tip of my black thumb. Weeds never have to worry. If there are flowers involved - I do recognize dandelions - I assume they should be there, decorating my garden.

Now that we have a half acre of land that has been neglected for years, the weeds are taking over. :wall:At least I think they’re weeds. Are they? Anybody know?

At first, they looked like a ground cover that the previous owner had planted. But now, they’re out of control. .

Suddenly, flowers appeared, shooting out of the top. Are they really flowers? Weeds? Are the two even connected, or just two weeds fighting over the same space?

I have no idea, but unless I find out what they are, I know how I’m going to be spending my weekend.

Anybody?

Scrambled or poached?

We found this robin’s nest hidden beneath some brush when we were clearing trees at the lake this past weekend. We waited …

and waited …

and waited …

and waited …

Momma robin never showed up. Since the temperature dropped to zero every night, it was safe to assume the baby bird wouldn’t survive.

Our seven-year-old grandson (who is in a constant state of near starvation, according to him) had a brilliant idea.

Me: Since the mommy hasn’t come back, I don’t think the egg will hatch.

He: So what’s inside it? A dead bird?

Me: No. I suppose it will be like a chicken egg.

He (excited): So can we eat it for breakfast?

Me: EEEEEWWWWWWW!!! :yuck:

Happy Mother’s Day

It’s something every one of us has in common - a mom. We may not all have one now, but we all had one once.

Have a wonderful day.

I’m back

Happy May Day!

I’m back from vacation. I’m exhausted, and I now weigh more than the Goodyear blimp. But … I have a wicked tan :bananadance:

Can you hear it?

It’s the sound of the ocean - the Atlantic, to be exact.

I’m on vacation in sunny - and really HOT!! Florida, so happy that I’m not home where it’s still snowing. I’m lazing at the beach, listening to the sounds of the surf and the seagulls, and trying not to get burned … which isn’t easy when the temperatures are hovering around the 90 mark. Yep, it’s a tough life

I’ll be back at the end of the month, maybe with photos of where I’m staying.

Happy Easter

Wishing all of you who celebrate Easter a wonderful day.

Btw, I have it on good authority that all chocolate delivered by the Easter Bunny is calorie free :bananadance: