They Make It Look So Good

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Channel surfing. I know you’ve all done it. Four thousand channels to choose from from sixty different apps but you still can’t find anything to watch on TV. So, you start watching trailers hoping to find a good movie or a new series to watch. Sometimes you spend a good hour just watching trailers trying to find something to watch and by the end of the night you haven’t watched anything.

Get Out Of Your Head

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The writers police academy was quite the adventure. Lots of hands-on stuff. Lots of great insider information. Lots of really nice people. Not so much sleep. But it was all worth it. The workshops were great, the food was good, the hotel was adequate, the location was perfect, the guest speakers were fabulous. One in particular touched me with his keynote address on Saturday night.

The Great Confiscation – Damn You TSA!

So, I think you know that I recently traveled to Appleton, Wisconsin to attend the Writer’s Police Academy. It was a blast!! Met some amazing people and learned some super cool stuff. Getting there was fine; 3 flights, 4 airports, no food, and 2 really quick trips to the restroom while running through airport concourses to my next flight. But all-in-all, not too bad. Coming home? Not so much.

Just In Time For Christmas!

I know. It’s only June. But the book I’ve been promising, the one set around Christmas time, that should have been released near the end of the year holidays, is almost ready to be released. I’m bummed that I missed the Christmas release, and the Valentine’s Day release, and the mother’s day release, but, hey, it is what it is. The book just wasn’t ready.

So Much Sensitivity Nowadays

I feel about cars how I feel about computers: They’re great when they work, they suck when they don’t. Before we moved to Mississippi I leased a Nissan Rogue, which I loved. My lease was up right about the time we sold our house, so everything worked out almost perfect in that regard. For about the first year of our innkeeping experience, we only had one car. It’s all we needed. But then my husband took a job outside the home and it wasn’t convenient for me to drive him to work every morning and pick him up every evening. Neither was it convenient for me to be stuck at home without a vehicle.

Wanna Get Away?

I’m being lazy this week. Well, not lazy so much as strapped for time. It’s been a busy week and in my “spare” time I’ve been relaxing because I’m exhausted by the time I have “spare” time. And, by relaxing, I mean, I clean out the dishwasher, fold the laundry, set the table for breakfast, and make dinner for my family. Those are my “relaxing” chores. I don’t actually have time to fully relax by definition of the word.

A Trip To the Oligocene Epoch Right Down the Road

A few weeks ago, I time traveled. I wasn’t gone very long and I didn’t travel very far, but I definitely went back in time. Back about 36-38 million years ago in fact, if scientists are right. It wasn’t as exciting as I thought it might be but it was interesting none-the-less.

It’s Not the Wattage, It’s the Whitage

Let’s talk lightbulbs. We use a lot of them here at the inn, especially those little specialty ones for the chandeliers. Those fancy ones that come in individual little boxes and cost a fortune. Yeah, those. I have 14 chandeliers and each one has at least 10 bulbs. We spend a LOT of money on lightbulbs.

I Still Wanna Believe

There are so many dishonest people in the world today. So many people with harmful agendas. So many people out to make a buck. I think you’d be somewhat foolish if you weren’t always a little leery of people selling stuff. There are thieves who will take your money and disappear. But I also choose to believe that there are still good people out there too. People who are just trying to make a living. People who come by their money honestly. People who aren’t trying to trick you into buying something they have no intention of delivering.

Generational Sounds

Every generation has its unique sound. Music is the first thing that comes to mind. Who doesn’t remember the Big Band sounds of the ‘40’s, the beatnik rock and roll era of the ‘50’s, the mellow ‘60’s,  the groovy ‘70’s, or the always popular bitchin’ tunes of the ‘80’s? I’m not sure if you noticed what I did there, but it’s not just the music that represents the sounds of a particular generation. It’s the language, the slang, the terms the popular kids used at school. There’s a distinct sound for every generation.