To anyone who saw the post that I deleted, please diregard that as ramblings and just apprehension on my part....I am just trying to find my way out of my own messes, and things will be alright soon.
I did post up a web page that I started...and it is put into the side bar here so that you may get see what I have been up to....it's a work in progress, so just keep that in mind.
Everything is going well, except work...and maybe that is why I have had such problems with my faith....you see, my boss and his treatment of customers and fellow employees leaves me questioning his work ethic and his humanity....I am trying to work and keep myself balanced with my faith, and how I was raised....I need my job, and I need the benefits, so I keep my mouth shut, but it's hard to watch him lose customers the way he does, or even treats them the way he has.
Anyway, BY THE RAVEN'S PEN is the name of the new webpage, and it is going to be fun. I am thinking that I want to maintain it as a sweet friendly site for friends and anyone who wishes to have conversations about just about any and everything....from books to what's on Robin Hood tonight! LOL I am hoping that it will be a success.
I may add in a prayers page or something...just in case there is a need. I am also thinking of many other possibilities, but I need ideas and plans....lol
Oh...I just had a thougth for a page...MY FAVORITE THINGS...and yes, among them is yon Robin, dear Mountain Celt!!! LOL
Anyway, I am off to find food...I haven't eaten all day, and pasta salad sounds fun!!
http://raven1746.webs.com/
~Karol Lynn
30 June 2008
25 June 2008
Remembering With Love-25 June 1924
I often have spoken of my late grandfather...a man that I loved so very much....a man who could love anyone without thought...
Today would have been Grandpa's birthday. He would have been 84 years old....June 25, 1924.
I am thinking of him today, not just because it would have been his birthday or that I am lamenting his death 21 years ago, but for other reasons.
You see, Grandpa could find many reasons to laught...even in his seven year battle against first, colon cancer then the spreading throughout his entire body.
In his day, Grandpa loved to dress in his suits and enjoyed his daily clean up...he loved being a clean cut gentleman. My great grandmother told me about my grandfather as a child that pretty much summed him up perfectly:
"When he was a young boy, he hated getting dirty....he would always have a handkerchief in one pocket and a comb in the other. When he played marbles in the day, he would put down a piece of paper under his hand because he didn't want to get dirty...did the same thing with his knees. He hated getting his clothes muddy and dirty."
My grandfather was half Cherokee. (I think because there is definately Cherokee blood coming from his mother and I think there was some from his father's side...either way, I am 1/8th Cherokee and the rest is a combination of Scots, Irish, English and German, and the unknown which was my father's mother), he had this awesome skin that would tan in the summer and his neck would actually turn red (he was born and raised in southern Kentucky...so that makes a bit of sense..lol), his smile was amazing...I think that my mind always associates handsomeness because of his smile-it reached his eyes and he always found a reason to be happy or to make someone else laugh for a while.
His mother was beautiful. No one believed me when I told them that she still had black in her gray hair in the end...nobody believed me when I told them that her hair was past her waist at the age of 78 years old...until they had to cut it when she died. She was 78 years old, three years younger than her beloved husband, and he was 78 when he passed on to the Summerlands...my grandpa died 6 months before she did, and in my heart I know that she was way to healthy to died when she did...she died of a broken heart, her husband had been gone 3 years, and she had her children at least-until she had to look into a coffin bearing her first born son-even though he was 62 when he died, he was still her baby...her little clean boy and the second love of her heart....
I am thinking of all the things my grandfather has done in his life, and his love for me....and his ability to control a "spoiled rotten little blue eyed brat"....
When I was little I was prone to temper tantrums. When that would happen, my grandfather turned on the old home movie camera and I would jump up, dry my tears and start preening and posing for the camera....funny!! He would also get me just as I was about to smack my brother in the head...sometimes it actually stopped my from hitting him, sometimes not (actually what stopped me was when Len learned to run, and my mother gave him permission to hit me back-and ONLY me-BACK)
Grandma told us how she loved Grandpa, but there were times throughout their lives together that she would wake up in the morning and not like him...even wish he weren't there, but then she would think about how lucky she was because he was the most handsome man in the town, and he had chosen her over all the other women in the town-and there were many that were prettier...and she felt lucky to have him. This was a rare compliment for my grandmother to give anyone, but it was true....even as he aged, Grandpa was a handsome man. She said that marriage wasn't always perfect, and it wasn't just illness that can cause issues in relationships, but many other things...that it's alright at times to not like your spouse, as long as when you go to bed at night, you remember how much you do love them. My grandparents married when she was 17 and he was 18...October 16, 1946, he would bring her red roses every year on their anniversary and never forgot....when he passed away, Mom tried to do that for her, but it wasn't the same. I sent her whlte roses instead of red ones, and she loved that, but it still made her a bit sad, so I stopped (and I was broke half the time anyway lol).
Alright, I am rambling today...it's just that I am remembering a great person who shaped my life and my world.
Am I like my grandfather? I couldn't say...we have the same nose, and the same skin pigmentation in the summer....I wish I had his dark hair (I probably do), and his awesome eyes. I know I have his smile, and his zest for life....I want the world to have a reason to smile, even when the world is spitting nails at you!!
I also have some news to share soon...and I don't think some of it will be surprising to many that know me...the other will be great fun...I think...oi!!!!!
~Karol Lynn
Today would have been Grandpa's birthday. He would have been 84 years old....June 25, 1924.
I am thinking of him today, not just because it would have been his birthday or that I am lamenting his death 21 years ago, but for other reasons.
You see, Grandpa could find many reasons to laught...even in his seven year battle against first, colon cancer then the spreading throughout his entire body.
In his day, Grandpa loved to dress in his suits and enjoyed his daily clean up...he loved being a clean cut gentleman. My great grandmother told me about my grandfather as a child that pretty much summed him up perfectly:
"When he was a young boy, he hated getting dirty....he would always have a handkerchief in one pocket and a comb in the other. When he played marbles in the day, he would put down a piece of paper under his hand because he didn't want to get dirty...did the same thing with his knees. He hated getting his clothes muddy and dirty."
My grandfather was half Cherokee. (I think because there is definately Cherokee blood coming from his mother and I think there was some from his father's side...either way, I am 1/8th Cherokee and the rest is a combination of Scots, Irish, English and German, and the unknown which was my father's mother), he had this awesome skin that would tan in the summer and his neck would actually turn red (he was born and raised in southern Kentucky...so that makes a bit of sense..lol), his smile was amazing...I think that my mind always associates handsomeness because of his smile-it reached his eyes and he always found a reason to be happy or to make someone else laugh for a while.
His mother was beautiful. No one believed me when I told them that she still had black in her gray hair in the end...nobody believed me when I told them that her hair was past her waist at the age of 78 years old...until they had to cut it when she died. She was 78 years old, three years younger than her beloved husband, and he was 78 when he passed on to the Summerlands...my grandpa died 6 months before she did, and in my heart I know that she was way to healthy to died when she did...she died of a broken heart, her husband had been gone 3 years, and she had her children at least-until she had to look into a coffin bearing her first born son-even though he was 62 when he died, he was still her baby...her little clean boy and the second love of her heart....
I am thinking of all the things my grandfather has done in his life, and his love for me....and his ability to control a "spoiled rotten little blue eyed brat"....
When I was little I was prone to temper tantrums. When that would happen, my grandfather turned on the old home movie camera and I would jump up, dry my tears and start preening and posing for the camera....funny!! He would also get me just as I was about to smack my brother in the head...sometimes it actually stopped my from hitting him, sometimes not (actually what stopped me was when Len learned to run, and my mother gave him permission to hit me back-and ONLY me-BACK)
Grandma told us how she loved Grandpa, but there were times throughout their lives together that she would wake up in the morning and not like him...even wish he weren't there, but then she would think about how lucky she was because he was the most handsome man in the town, and he had chosen her over all the other women in the town-and there were many that were prettier...and she felt lucky to have him. This was a rare compliment for my grandmother to give anyone, but it was true....even as he aged, Grandpa was a handsome man. She said that marriage wasn't always perfect, and it wasn't just illness that can cause issues in relationships, but many other things...that it's alright at times to not like your spouse, as long as when you go to bed at night, you remember how much you do love them. My grandparents married when she was 17 and he was 18...October 16, 1946, he would bring her red roses every year on their anniversary and never forgot....when he passed away, Mom tried to do that for her, but it wasn't the same. I sent her whlte roses instead of red ones, and she loved that, but it still made her a bit sad, so I stopped (and I was broke half the time anyway lol).
Alright, I am rambling today...it's just that I am remembering a great person who shaped my life and my world.
Am I like my grandfather? I couldn't say...we have the same nose, and the same skin pigmentation in the summer....I wish I had his dark hair (I probably do), and his awesome eyes. I know I have his smile, and his zest for life....I want the world to have a reason to smile, even when the world is spitting nails at you!!
I also have some news to share soon...and I don't think some of it will be surprising to many that know me...the other will be great fun...I think...oi!!!!!
~Karol Lynn
14 June 2008
Defying Gravity/Wicked
Everyone knows how much I love Broadway...and the Phantom of the Opera...but Wicked had it beat by a million miles.
I loved the fact that Elphaba-the Wicked Witch becomes a person moved along by circumstance and things beyond her own control, until she stands up for herself.
Glinda was a follower, but Elphaba was not going to continue to try to keep herself into a mold she could not fit herself into...she had to be herself...and that is how I see myself.
I thought that Glinda the Good Witch was a ditz, but she had a heart of gold. She never truly hated the Wicked Witch, they were friends and nothing could have ever change that....it is so sweet!
The other personage of this musical was The Wicked Witch's sister....there was a history and a reason behind her as well. Again, another person caught up in another's grand schemes and unreasonable circumstances....a poor woman hurt by the thoughts and feelings of others...in turn becoming wicked herself....
But the question remains: its there anyone out there who is TRULY wicked? Is there any one out there who is TRULY good? I think we already knew the answer to this, we are witches ourselves, and the truth is that the balance is always inside of us...and this is what I truly believe the message of Wicked was....
Mr. Gregory MacGuire may have twisted Mr. Frank L. Baum's fairy tale, but he gave us something that Mr. Baum didn't...the lesson that there are always reasons behind why things are as they are...there is a story behind everyone....and thanks to Mr. MacGuire who gave his book to become a musical....everyone who sees Wicked will walk away with a lesson in their heart and a great feeling....oh, and a new perspective on the Wicked Witch.
I feel for Elphaba...and I could connect with her right away. I loved her. I loved the fact that she finally took a stand against what she felt was wrong.....
In this video of my favorite song "Defying Gravity", Elphaba takes her stand, and refuses to back down. She wants Glinda to go with her, but Glinda has already made her choices, but their friendship and bond is not broken despite the opposite paths that they will take....
Here is The Royal Variety Performance of 2006 and the cast doing "Defying Gravity"...
AND MY FONDEST WISH IS THAT ALL OF YOU FIND A TIME IN LIFE TO "DEFY GRAVITY!!!!
http://wickedthemusical.com/
http://www.gregorymaguire.com/books/wicked.html
I loved the fact that Elphaba-the Wicked Witch becomes a person moved along by circumstance and things beyond her own control, until she stands up for herself.
Glinda was a follower, but Elphaba was not going to continue to try to keep herself into a mold she could not fit herself into...she had to be herself...and that is how I see myself.
I thought that Glinda the Good Witch was a ditz, but she had a heart of gold. She never truly hated the Wicked Witch, they were friends and nothing could have ever change that....it is so sweet!
The other personage of this musical was The Wicked Witch's sister....there was a history and a reason behind her as well. Again, another person caught up in another's grand schemes and unreasonable circumstances....a poor woman hurt by the thoughts and feelings of others...in turn becoming wicked herself....
But the question remains: its there anyone out there who is TRULY wicked? Is there any one out there who is TRULY good? I think we already knew the answer to this, we are witches ourselves, and the truth is that the balance is always inside of us...and this is what I truly believe the message of Wicked was....
Mr. Gregory MacGuire may have twisted Mr. Frank L. Baum's fairy tale, but he gave us something that Mr. Baum didn't...the lesson that there are always reasons behind why things are as they are...there is a story behind everyone....and thanks to Mr. MacGuire who gave his book to become a musical....everyone who sees Wicked will walk away with a lesson in their heart and a great feeling....oh, and a new perspective on the Wicked Witch.
I feel for Elphaba...and I could connect with her right away. I loved her. I loved the fact that she finally took a stand against what she felt was wrong.....
In this video of my favorite song "Defying Gravity", Elphaba takes her stand, and refuses to back down. She wants Glinda to go with her, but Glinda has already made her choices, but their friendship and bond is not broken despite the opposite paths that they will take....
Here is The Royal Variety Performance of 2006 and the cast doing "Defying Gravity"...
AND MY FONDEST WISH IS THAT ALL OF YOU FIND A TIME IN LIFE TO "DEFY GRAVITY!!!!
http://wickedthemusical.com/
http://www.gregorymaguire.com/books/wicked.html
09 June 2008
Working On This Site Again/Mists Of Avalon
I have not been here in a while...I just had so many other places that needed my attention, and I really needed to take care of this place. It looked so bare sitting here alone.
I have been having some issues with self lately, but they are being resolved as I realize the truths that I cannot hide from myself. I will probably explain this at a later date.
However, finances being what they are...July 1 is the target date for getting my own place. I have been saving like crazy whenever I can these days...and it looks really good for me.
I have decided to give Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley another try, and I am finding it a very enjoyable read.
I am thinking of starting my own forum in the next few months, for Marion. I realize that the lady in question passed on some years ago, but she has many titles and a co-author that may provide some great conversation concerning the novels...I want to start some sort of reading group to encompass a few authors of the same style of writing and genre-fantasy/Camelot/history/novel...it might be fun. I wouldn't be able to begin this until I have moved into my own place and able to keep an eye on it all of the time, but the ideas are piling up in my head.
This is a very hot day...I don't think that I have not experienced a moment of non-sweatiness all day...all week!! I would keep complaining about it, but why bother...it only makes the situations worse...lol
I will also begin to write again. I am reminded of the things that Diana Gabaldon has written about writing and being a writer, and I realized that it's not enough to want it, but to do it.
So, computer or not, I have been working on my writing. I am putting pen to paper in the old style, and it is so much fun! Eventually I may find a really great site to showcase my work, but I want to take this one step at a time....
Tonight, I plan to sit back, have a cup of coffee, and continue to read-I am torn between my newest love of Mists of Avalon, or Rosalind Miles' Guenevere trilogy...lately, I have been enamoured of Avalon and Fair Camelot!! Either way, they are great authors and I will enjoy my evening after a much needed shower and supper!!
~Karol Lynn
I have been having some issues with self lately, but they are being resolved as I realize the truths that I cannot hide from myself. I will probably explain this at a later date.
However, finances being what they are...July 1 is the target date for getting my own place. I have been saving like crazy whenever I can these days...and it looks really good for me.
I have decided to give Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley another try, and I am finding it a very enjoyable read.
I am thinking of starting my own forum in the next few months, for Marion. I realize that the lady in question passed on some years ago, but she has many titles and a co-author that may provide some great conversation concerning the novels...I want to start some sort of reading group to encompass a few authors of the same style of writing and genre-fantasy/Camelot/history/novel...it might be fun. I wouldn't be able to begin this until I have moved into my own place and able to keep an eye on it all of the time, but the ideas are piling up in my head.
This is a very hot day...I don't think that I have not experienced a moment of non-sweatiness all day...all week!! I would keep complaining about it, but why bother...it only makes the situations worse...lol
I will also begin to write again. I am reminded of the things that Diana Gabaldon has written about writing and being a writer, and I realized that it's not enough to want it, but to do it.
So, computer or not, I have been working on my writing. I am putting pen to paper in the old style, and it is so much fun! Eventually I may find a really great site to showcase my work, but I want to take this one step at a time....
Tonight, I plan to sit back, have a cup of coffee, and continue to read-I am torn between my newest love of Mists of Avalon, or Rosalind Miles' Guenevere trilogy...lately, I have been enamoured of Avalon and Fair Camelot!! Either way, they are great authors and I will enjoy my evening after a much needed shower and supper!!
~Karol Lynn
07 May 2008
Manic Monday...It's Always Something
Monday was a hectic and frustratingly good day...this is what I was going to tell you about yesterday before the computer that I was working on decided to eat my blog as I finished it...lol
Monday morning, I got up to go to work...I wasn't feeling too well, and thought that if I got physically ill, or I didn't get rid of the upset stomach by 10:30 a.m. I was going home....
My wonderful, beautiful, amazingly awesome (I'm being fecitious here) car had a flat tire...I must have gotten it on the way in to work, because I don't remember having one when I left.
My first thought was that I wouldn't be able to go home right away...damnit!!
I ended up calling my insurance company's "free roadside assistance"...my friends, the call for this service is free, what they failed to mention in those lovely ads is that the "assistance" itself isn't...great!!!
I'll start off by saying that the guy sent to fix my flat tire got lost...and he admitted to living off the major road where I was at...nice....fun, lovely!! I had to talk the guy into the complex.
The guy gets out of his van, one leg at a time wearing flip flops, and I am thinking "great, they've sent a real Boob to do this for me"...I was wrong....the rest of Mr. Roadside Assistance, Knight In Shining Armor gets out....
Ladies, I think my heart skipped several thousand beats!!! This guy was HOT HOT HOT!!!! We are talking 6' of dark hair, huge chocolate brown eyes and a smile that made the sun want to cry!!! OMGDS I was lost!!!
He was very nice, and his name is Michael (a name I can not escape in this lifetime for some reason), and he comes inside about 10 minutes later with bad news.....my SPARE TIRE IS FLAT!! Ok, friends, I had just gone through this with that old car not long before I let it go to it's grave!!! Can you say and embarrassing AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!
Anyway, Michael offers to take the tire to see if it will hold air, and I am thinking that there would be no point, I may as well go ahead an buy a new tire-get it over with. I tell him no, that I would call my Dad (my true Knight in Shining Armor) to see if he could help.
When I asked Michael how much it would cost, he said he normally charged $45 for the service, but since he couldn't do more than put on and take off a dead spare tire, that I should only pay him what I thought was fair...and it would be an "under the table" job for him....
Sucker that I am, I looked into his huge chocolate brown eyes, and he smiled, and I paid the full amount....couldn't help myself. When I did, he blessed me and smiled even bigger...and my brain because fuzz!!!
My dear friends, fellow healthy, normal, red blooded ladies...the man started flirting with me, and I MISSED IT!! I am a shame and a disgrace to my kind...poor Lunawolfseeker bowed her head in shame as she heard that!!! I cannot believe that I totally missed it when he was asking me if the town on the check I was writing to him was my actual home...he was trying to engage me in conversation, and my fuzz brain totally lost it...I blame the man's smile and those eyes!!!!
Well, he left, and I called my dad who was not having a great day with the men who were installing his new furnace (they were supposed to be gone by 4:30 p.m. and were still there around 7:45 p.m.(, so I had to wait for my step mom to get home from work before Dad could come out. He said he would call me later in the afternoon and let me know he was on his way.
Well, around 4:14 p.m., I get a call on my cell phone that I don't recognize...and I have my Dad's number in my address book and in my circle network so his calls come through identified...but I answer the phone...it's Michael...he's on his way over to me and on his way home because he "accidentally drove off with my car keys...he is soooooo sorrrrrryyy!"
I just laughed and said that I hadn't been out to the car yet, and thought that he'd left my keys in the car...to which he told me he would NEVER do that, especially to a woman....
Michael gets there to give me my keys, and I thought that would be a perfect time to rectify my earlier mistake...maybe flex my flirting muscles. My friends, it wasn't meant to be...my boss came in two seconds before Michael, and I couldn't flirt....*sobs*
Anyway, to end this crazy story, I got off work and waited for my dad for about an hour and 45 minutes, and it turns out he couldn't change the tire on Monday night because it wouldn't be ready until the morning...so Dad had to drive me home from work, drive me in the next morning, go pick up that waaaaayyyyy to expensive tire for my car, and put it on my car...I didn't get home until around 7:45 p.m. and didn't get to go to the library to check out my other treasure (the one I will be telling you about soon)...and ran down my cell phone battery checking my favorite sites- WritersCafe.org, Jonas Armstrong Fansite.net...especially that one..lol
You know what? All day Monday, as I was feeling sick, and the flat tire, the missed flirting opportunity...I kept thinking of something.
You may not know this, but Gilda Radner is one of my heroes....she married Gene Wilder (the original Willy Wonka). She was a comedian, and a cast member of Saturday Night Live in the 1970's with some of the original cast...she fought cervical cancer for many years before passing on from the disease.
Gilda played a goofy role...a character named Roseanne Roseanne Adanna who always had a commentary on the news section of SNL...she would always go nuts and say crazy things because she got one word wrong in the news story itself...when someone would finally correct her, she would look at the camera and say "Never mind!" with a silly smile on her face.
However, this isn't what I was thinking about all day long as I was going through my crazy Monday...to which I am now certain that Mondays, vehicles and myself are doomed whenever we meet...it was another catch phrase of Roseanne's.
You see, Gilda had a very loving, funny and sweet Jewish father that she writes about in her book (she passed away weeks after it's release) and she took Roseanne's other catch phrase from him...a phrase she used in her life, even when she was at her worst...and wanting to be funny in the face of her disease...
I know that my situation is not as bad as hers was...or my other friend's are at the moment, but in my mind it was bad...but this phrase got me through Monday...as it has gotten me through other bad times.
You see, no matter what we do, where we go....
"IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING!!"
Monday morning, I got up to go to work...I wasn't feeling too well, and thought that if I got physically ill, or I didn't get rid of the upset stomach by 10:30 a.m. I was going home....
My wonderful, beautiful, amazingly awesome (I'm being fecitious here) car had a flat tire...I must have gotten it on the way in to work, because I don't remember having one when I left.
My first thought was that I wouldn't be able to go home right away...damnit!!
I ended up calling my insurance company's "free roadside assistance"...my friends, the call for this service is free, what they failed to mention in those lovely ads is that the "assistance" itself isn't...great!!!
I'll start off by saying that the guy sent to fix my flat tire got lost...and he admitted to living off the major road where I was at...nice....fun, lovely!! I had to talk the guy into the complex.
The guy gets out of his van, one leg at a time wearing flip flops, and I am thinking "great, they've sent a real Boob to do this for me"...I was wrong....the rest of Mr. Roadside Assistance, Knight In Shining Armor gets out....
Ladies, I think my heart skipped several thousand beats!!! This guy was HOT HOT HOT!!!! We are talking 6' of dark hair, huge chocolate brown eyes and a smile that made the sun want to cry!!! OMGDS I was lost!!!
He was very nice, and his name is Michael (a name I can not escape in this lifetime for some reason), and he comes inside about 10 minutes later with bad news.....my SPARE TIRE IS FLAT!! Ok, friends, I had just gone through this with that old car not long before I let it go to it's grave!!! Can you say and embarrassing AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!
Anyway, Michael offers to take the tire to see if it will hold air, and I am thinking that there would be no point, I may as well go ahead an buy a new tire-get it over with. I tell him no, that I would call my Dad (my true Knight in Shining Armor) to see if he could help.
When I asked Michael how much it would cost, he said he normally charged $45 for the service, but since he couldn't do more than put on and take off a dead spare tire, that I should only pay him what I thought was fair...and it would be an "under the table" job for him....
Sucker that I am, I looked into his huge chocolate brown eyes, and he smiled, and I paid the full amount....couldn't help myself. When I did, he blessed me and smiled even bigger...and my brain because fuzz!!!
My dear friends, fellow healthy, normal, red blooded ladies...the man started flirting with me, and I MISSED IT!! I am a shame and a disgrace to my kind...poor Lunawolfseeker bowed her head in shame as she heard that!!! I cannot believe that I totally missed it when he was asking me if the town on the check I was writing to him was my actual home...he was trying to engage me in conversation, and my fuzz brain totally lost it...I blame the man's smile and those eyes!!!!
Well, he left, and I called my dad who was not having a great day with the men who were installing his new furnace (they were supposed to be gone by 4:30 p.m. and were still there around 7:45 p.m.(, so I had to wait for my step mom to get home from work before Dad could come out. He said he would call me later in the afternoon and let me know he was on his way.
Well, around 4:14 p.m., I get a call on my cell phone that I don't recognize...and I have my Dad's number in my address book and in my circle network so his calls come through identified...but I answer the phone...it's Michael...he's on his way over to me and on his way home because he "accidentally drove off with my car keys...he is soooooo sorrrrrryyy!"
I just laughed and said that I hadn't been out to the car yet, and thought that he'd left my keys in the car...to which he told me he would NEVER do that, especially to a woman....
Michael gets there to give me my keys, and I thought that would be a perfect time to rectify my earlier mistake...maybe flex my flirting muscles. My friends, it wasn't meant to be...my boss came in two seconds before Michael, and I couldn't flirt....*sobs*
Anyway, to end this crazy story, I got off work and waited for my dad for about an hour and 45 minutes, and it turns out he couldn't change the tire on Monday night because it wouldn't be ready until the morning...so Dad had to drive me home from work, drive me in the next morning, go pick up that waaaaayyyyy to expensive tire for my car, and put it on my car...I didn't get home until around 7:45 p.m. and didn't get to go to the library to check out my other treasure (the one I will be telling you about soon)...and ran down my cell phone battery checking my favorite sites- WritersCafe.org, Jonas Armstrong Fansite.net...especially that one..lol
You know what? All day Monday, as I was feeling sick, and the flat tire, the missed flirting opportunity...I kept thinking of something.
You may not know this, but Gilda Radner is one of my heroes....she married Gene Wilder (the original Willy Wonka). She was a comedian, and a cast member of Saturday Night Live in the 1970's with some of the original cast...she fought cervical cancer for many years before passing on from the disease.
Gilda played a goofy role...a character named Roseanne Roseanne Adanna who always had a commentary on the news section of SNL...she would always go nuts and say crazy things because she got one word wrong in the news story itself...when someone would finally correct her, she would look at the camera and say "Never mind!" with a silly smile on her face.
However, this isn't what I was thinking about all day long as I was going through my crazy Monday...to which I am now certain that Mondays, vehicles and myself are doomed whenever we meet...it was another catch phrase of Roseanne's.
You see, Gilda had a very loving, funny and sweet Jewish father that she writes about in her book (she passed away weeks after it's release) and she took Roseanne's other catch phrase from him...a phrase she used in her life, even when she was at her worst...and wanting to be funny in the face of her disease...
I know that my situation is not as bad as hers was...or my other friend's are at the moment, but in my mind it was bad...but this phrase got me through Monday...as it has gotten me through other bad times.
You see, no matter what we do, where we go....
"IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING!!"
06 May 2008
MEL To Graduate Saturday...Magna Cum Laude
On Saturday, 10 May, 2008 my youngest sister, Mary Elizabeth will be graduating from Kent State University.....MAGNA CUM LAUDE!!!!!!! WOOHOOO!!! There's more, and I will share that with you soon as well...but let's just say, my little sister "done good!"
I miss my "little sister" being little, but my sister is amazing!!
~Karol Lynn
I miss my "little sister" being little, but my sister is amazing!!
~Karol Lynn
03 May 2008
Rosalind Miles, Reading
I have found a new author....Rosalind Miles.
Her novels are set in the times of Camelot and with women in particular....
The difference between her work and Marion Zimmer Bradley, however is that while novels center around women, she does not insult any religion-Christianity and Guinevere come quickly to mind here.
The novel I am currently reading is a trilogy (everyone knows that I am the great lover of trilogies, lol) about Guinevere...Guinevere, QUEEN OF THE SUMMER COUNTRY.
I am enjoying the richness of the novel, and I cannot wait to read the rest of the series. I will add a blog about the novel and my reviews on it soon...(that just gave me a brilliant idea!!!)
I have joined a new site for reading, hoping to gain something new in my world of reading: Library Thing. I will add it to my side links in a while....but this place proves to be a nice place to find others like myself who love reading!!
~Karol Lynn
Her novels are set in the times of Camelot and with women in particular....
The difference between her work and Marion Zimmer Bradley, however is that while novels center around women, she does not insult any religion-Christianity and Guinevere come quickly to mind here.
The novel I am currently reading is a trilogy (everyone knows that I am the great lover of trilogies, lol) about Guinevere...Guinevere, QUEEN OF THE SUMMER COUNTRY.
I am enjoying the richness of the novel, and I cannot wait to read the rest of the series. I will add a blog about the novel and my reviews on it soon...(that just gave me a brilliant idea!!!)
I have joined a new site for reading, hoping to gain something new in my world of reading: Library Thing. I will add it to my side links in a while....but this place proves to be a nice place to find others like myself who love reading!!
~Karol Lynn
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