Inspiration

As I was busy at work yesterday making cupcake creatures to put in the cake case I saw a very tall bald man walk by. He glanced in my direction so I smiled and said hello. When he smiled back a cold shiver went up my spine. The guy was menacing at best. Instantly I had him as a character in my current project Case of the Missing Texas Star Who Took My Kinky? Then as I stood there creating the scenario that would bring him into the story I laughed at myself. Here I was working away and writing with out even realizing it. I love the creative process of writing fiction. Once I arrived home last night then let Mater and Bridgett out to play I made my famous Chicken Stir Fry (the secret ingredient is beer) I sat down and created this menacing fellow. The thing is should I make him a friend or foe? I guess he will have to wait for the finished story for that one. I have just one problem with this one. I really need a dose of Kinky to keep me inspired.

Love the Older Men

Last night as I was on my late lunch break I sat there trying to write more of my continuing saga Case of the Missing Texas Star Who Took My Kinky? but for some reason Kinky was failing me(maybe because he has been kinkynapped). One of the older gentlemen that I love to chat with walked up and started asking questions about the writing process. I like Dan he is a sweet fellow with all sorts of interesting stories. Somehow the subject ended up on genealogy and Texas History and I learned he is a direct descendant from a Gillispe that has his name on the San Jacinto Monument. I was fascinated as he told me of other ties to more important people in American History along with Texas History. I am the first to admit that I love Texas and her rich history. I remember the first time I had a huge let down was when I was in the sixth grade and my mother couldn't help me prove that I was from more than two generations of native Texans. I wanted to be a member of the D.A.R. but my father was the first Texan in his family and My mom wasn't for sure if she was the first or second. Maybe now that I am an adult I can research this to see. Needless to say Dan has convinced me that I need to have even more conversations with him.

It's Ironic

After getting a call from my youngest son Justin about their welfare after Hurricane Ike I felt a little better and less worried. The whole bunch of them fared well and the house is still standing. The sad thing was my beautiful peach tree that I lovingly named General Sam Houston, was blown over. Mickey and I had planted the tree years ago and I would talk to General Sam each and every time I would get in or out of my truck because I parked under him. Everyone laughed at me when I planted the little peach tree saying it would never bear fruit. I laughed in return when just a few months latter we had a bushel of peaches to enjoy. Each year General Sam grew more and gave me peaches to enjoy and share with the neighbors. Justin said Josh pulled it out of the ground which upset him terribly. Justin and Sheena struggled to get it back in the ground hoping to save it. He said that every time he saw that tree he was reminded of me. I replied Justin I moved I’m not dead.
Kikki called to tell me they were still without power but someone had ran an extension cord to their house so they had a refrigerator for the baby. Then she told me that my Texas fence blew down. The funny thing of that is I had painted all these pieces of tin with Texas Battle Flags and attached them to the back fence. When Ike came through he blew my fence into the Mexican families’ house behind us in bedding several flags into their siding. The Ironic thing is the people do not speak English so they didn’t complain when Tom and the boys went to retrieve the fence and flags well at least I hope the retrieved the flags. All this happened right around the time most people of Mexican decent are celebrating their independence from Spain. Viva Texas!
They say the area looks like a battle area with trees down everywhere and the power company is still trying to reset all the lines that are down. I can say I’m glad I do not live in Harris County anymore. To separate myself more I now have a Hill Country phone number thus being able to shut down my Harris county line.
The other day at work my Hill Country line rang and I answered it as I sat at one of the tables in the break room. As I talked on the dark pink Hill Country phone my light pink Harris County phone rang. I asked the person on the Hill Country phone to hold on while I answered the other line. Some one sitting at the table laughed as I talked on the two phones. Once I had closed both phones and placed them back in my pockets she replied “You must be important” I smiled real big and said” I am I’m important in two area codes 281 and 830 oh I’m sorry make that four I have my 713 phone at home but I gave my 832 to my x.”
We all had a great laugh on that one as I got up to finish my day at Wal-Mart.

p.s. Last night my son Justin called telling me that it didn't look good for the peach tree.Poor old General Sam just needed my gentle tough but I'm too far away to help. I guess that is just a sign that I am gone for good. My Harris County phone line now belongs to my daughter Kikki. I'm just severing ties that bind.

Painting Again

Well I have been feeling a little blue so I decided that I would paint a picture to lift my spirits. I searched through the little box of pictures that I was able to bring with me when I escaped Hell. I felt let down because I had left a huge container behind with the many photos I had taken over the years. I finally found a good picture of Mickey and used that to paint an 11x16 canvas. I guess this is my tribute to my best friend. I have been working on Case of the Missing Texas Star Who Took My Kinky? Once I get another computer I will finish typing in the finished Case of the Dead Husband so I can submit it to the Publisher in December. I'm keeping busy so I don't realize that I'm lonely. Actually I'm not lonely because I have Mater and Bridget to love me unconditionally.

The Three Stooges

Mater and Bridget have a new friend. Big Boy is a huge Pit Bull that thinks he is a kitten. He loves to give and receive love and climb into the unsuspecting lap. Lately he has been spending a lot of time in the back yard with mater and Bridget when they are out getting their exercise. After playing on the trampoline with Mater and Bridget yesterday I realized that they remind me of the Three Stooges. Mater thinks he is Moe of course and tries to tell Bridget (Larry) and Big Boy (Curly) what to do. The funniest thing is he jumps on the trampoline and barks at Big Boy as he walks under the trampoline to stay out of the sun. I have never really been on a trampoline before so I was not aware that when you are an older adult jumping on a trampoline makes you dizzy. I did however have a great time with Mater and Bridget on the trampoline as we sat there and hugged and wrestled. I guess you can say my day off was wonderful.

Moving On and The Check Was in the Mail

Well last week I finally was served with the divorce papers. The Constable laughed because I was so excited. He said he had never seen anyone so thrilled to be served a summons. I told him I had been waiting for this for a long time. He said they had called him twice inquiring if he had served the papers or not. Once he left I went into Pro Se mode then worked on sending my answer to the District Clerks office. Once the papers were noterized and in the mail I took a deep breath because now I know the next step will take me closer to my freedom and peace of mind. My kids keep calling to tell me of this woman that their dad is dating and like I told them I am happy for him I just hope he treats her better than he treated me. I have a bright future. To make matters even better I opened the mail box to find my first Royalty check from the publisher. Wow I have actually been paid for a book that I had written. Life is great and it just keeps getting better.