Normal

No one understands how much I like normal. Normal being no drama. But as a friend of my mine likes to say "Never a dull moment." Of course he also like to say "bring drinks".

I have to say today would be the day that there was never a dull moment but also a "bring drinks" moment.

Normal. I want normal. I like normal. Sometimes I feel doomed to live without normal.

The music in me!

Okay so the blog has been rather heavy on the music lately. Anyone who knows me I mean really knows me, knows I grew up in a musical household. My father influenced me with everything from Motown to Frank Sinatra to Stephen wolf to Brother Bob to Soca and calypso.

My mother and my Aunts filled in the blanks, show tunes, opera, classical music. Alas I don't create music I'm much better with the written word. I've rediscovered my love for the piano through getting ready to teach my kids how to play piano. Funny how that works.

I miss the emotions that used to pour out of me when I sat in front of that instrument. Long afternoons spent with the dogs sitting at my feet while I played. the freedom to pound on the keys or stroke them lovingly. Coaxing a melody out, sometimes haunting, sometimes angry. It made me feel free.

I didn't care if I passed a music exam I just wanted to be able to express myself. Funny how that now translates to writing. My mood is volatile these days. I routinely express my mood through music. Does music show your moods or do you use it to change it?

I was listening to my i pod yesterday and I felt particularly militant and the White Stripes Seven Nation army seemed to fit my mood. Enjoy.

Lazy Sunday!

Today is a day of rest. Could someone please tell that to my allergies?

I've got some good feedback from one of my critique partners. So I'm going to write a little later on. But first it's off to target to get the kids halloween costumes.

They both want to vampires. Though Alex the youngest wants to be a vampire princess. Not quite sure what we're, the hubby and I, are going to be. The last two years we've done a pirate and his saucy wench. We'll see what we come up with this year.

What are you going to be?

Interesting article on CNN.

Never thought of it this way:

http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/science/10/13/social.networking.class/index.html

Sometimes life knocks you down.

And all you can do is try to be strong.

I've been needing a song like this. I've had the week from hell.

From the desk of my husband.

Attack of the Squirrel!

As I went to my office today holding a pot of coffee (don't judge me!), I
unlocked my door and staring at me, perched on one of my chairs was
a little squirrel. Poor thing was terrified and must have been trapped
in there for the weekend.

I placed the pot of coffee down, talked to it in my most soothing voice
(didn't help much) and backed away while he started to spazz out.
I told everyone else to stay in the offices and closed their doors so
I could try to chase him down the hall and out the main door. Of course,
everyone decided to come over and look at the squirrel so he continued to
freak out and started running head first into my window. I tried to shoo him
out my door towards freedom but people kept coming over for a look making
him either hide under my desk, climb up my book case, or head butt the
window. Sometimes he would do all three in a circular route.

I finally cleared the numskulls out of the way and was able to escort him out the
building. Poor thing looked his chest was about to explode from all the
excitement.

This is actually the second time I've seen a squirrel in my office. The first
time he just poked his head down from a hole in the ceiling and after seeing
me ran away (sounded like someone was pulling cable in the ceiling). This
time the bugger must have fallen. He will have a lot of bruises in the morning.
He was a little pinball of fur.

He also shredded the top of one of my chairs. It was against the window so
maybe he was trying to scratch his way out. He'll have some stories to tell
his friends...