Veterans Day Celebrated

What a day. ..sunny, raining (sometimes when sun is not out obviously). . . feel pretty good about the day but am torn. Do I read, do I write, do I take the dogs for a walk, or do I work on stuff that will provide me with another dollar or two??? Hummmm.

Well, first I should make a to-do list. Love this "To do List" book. What a great idea. I should have people send me their lists of things "they want to stop doing". . .That would be even more novel. . . Say like 'this week I have to stop shoplifting', or 'yelling at my kids', or even better 'stop masturbating while driving as it can be dangerous'. Ha!

What is on your 'Must Stop Doing List?"

I recently started watching "Live with Regis and Kelly" while I do work. . . that should definitely do on my 'Stop Doing List' 'cause it makes me feel like I'm morphing into my mother, bless her soul. Loved her, but don't want to be her kind of thing.

Right now as I write I have one eye out on my deck watching the puppy digging up an planter and other other is on my monitor while I listen to my older dog eating his dinner from last night. Wow, I should turn on the radio.

Someone asked me the other night (the chick I was talking literature to) and asked me when I was going to start my novel. I'm pretty unimaginative so am worried it would be a big snooze. Wouldn't that be a comfidence smasher. Put all that work and sweat into a novel that no one would read. Would not be the first one though. . . Maybe I should write a how-to novel instead. How to write a novel no one will read. Put your heart and soul into it. Reveal all your family's deep dark secrets and then 'wham!' rejected.

Sorry. I'm rambling, but this is my blog and i'm allowed.

I love the show Dexter (and love, love, love the books!) what does that say about me? Twisted, sure. Sick, probably. Bored, definitely. Gotta get a thrill someplace.

Chopin, now I want some Chopin. Probably already have some but it was featured in last night's episode of Dexter and am going to have to do a rewind to see what piece Debborah was listening to at the gym. It was divine.

Wow, not a big NFL fan but last night's Charger's game against the Colts was heart attack material. My departed step-father's doctor would definitely have worned Dad away from that one. Poor Payton Manning, he sucked and he never sucks (or so I've heard).

Hum. Lunch time. Bye!