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I’m going to get all woo-woo for the new year, so here goes:
Being good at something does not obligate you to do it.
I worked full time while going to college at a computer store. This was back in the 80’s and you couldn’t one-click a MacBook on Amazon or stroll into Best Buy and come out with an HP laptop. Back then computers were sold in pieces that didn’t always play well with each other. “Portables” weighed over twenty pounds and didn’t run on batteries. You even had to buy the damned keyboard and operating system separately. People went to stores, sat down with a sales person to discuss their business needs and budget, plonked down 10k for a system with a text-only monitor and a 10mb hard drive. Then they waited two weeks for all the parts to come in and the tech dudes in the back room to assemble and install everything. It was fun selling computers. I liked meeting interesting people, helping them solve their problems, and making some money doing so. There was no hard close because people were there to buy, I was just telling them which pieces to choose. Continue reading
While you were busy wrapping gifts and doing that last second shopping, book 4 of The Templar series released. It’s one of my favorite of the series to date. I know you’re going to love it.
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Remember my fixation with Airstream campers? Yeah, well remind me never to go to a Home Goods again.
In other news, Exodus is now available in audio. If you’ve purchased the e-book from Amazon make sure to pick up the audio at a super reduced price. Otherwise, it’s on Audible.
Dead Rising is currently .99, so if you haven’t begun the Templar Series, this is a great time to get your toe in the water. Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo.
I’m in first grade, and there’s a boy who follows me around, tries to sit next to me at reading time, tries to hold my hand. I ignore him. I scoot away and turn my back on him to talk to my friends. I hurry to the bus to get away from him. I tell my mother of my frustration, and she thinks it’s cute that this boy has such a crush on me. She tells me to be kind and not hurt his feelings.
My mother who is smart, confident, capable, who wanted to go to college but couldn’t because her parents had limited funds and it was more important to send the two boys to college since they’d need to support families. College for women was an unnecessary extravagance. They’d never use that degree. They’d get married and be homemakers and stay-at-home-mothers. It was a waste of money for all but the wealthy. My mother who felt strongly about equal rights for women had inadvertently told me that this boy’s feelings were more important than mine – that I shouldn’t hurt his feelings, even if that meant I needed to suck it up and put up with his very unwanted attentions. Continue reading
This is me, only with boobs and a lot more profanity.
It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times. Sorry Dickens, there is no “best” in this story. It’s just bad times, badder times, and worst times.
“The toilet’s clogged,” my 10 year old told me. He’d been using the master bathroom because my eldest was taking a shower in the other one.
“Did you poop?” I asked, because with three boys in my house nothing is TMI.
“No, I just peed.”
Huh. My toilet is one of those ‘can flush a small Hyundai’ toilets that seldom clogs. The one in the kid’s bathroom seems to clog on a daily basis. I’d always blamed it on having three boys, and made sure the plunger and a coat hanger were strategically placed nearby. But my toilet?
“I’ll plunge it once Nick is out of the shower,” I told him since we only have one plunger.