We had a fabulous launch party last week in Orange County. Thank you to all of my day-drinking friends who were able to attend and buy multiple copies of my book. We had a great turnout. Now, go give me a positive review on Amazon and share the link with your friends so that I can go buy some new shoes!
You can now order my book (and multiple copies for friends), Someone’s Always Watching Me Pee
on Amazon (and soon… Kindle)!
Add to your cart and then write me a glowing review!!!
Thank you to everyone for their encouragement and support as I waded though this publishing process.
My blog followers know my feelings about Crocs. Not only is the company name misspelled- but their granola design is off-putting to me as well. Take is one step further and wear them with socks, and you lost me. This illustration came across my desk and I feel it is quite accurate in summing up my opinion on fashion- most notably, men’s fashion…
I’m fairly certain that my daughter is now fully aware that she is smarter than her mother. When her questions begin with “Mom, during the Byzantine Empire….” or “Mom, if the cubic polynomial…” – I get a glazed-over look that I can no longer disguise as “deep in thought”.
Sure, I tried to fake it for a while, as I did when I was in the elementary school orchestra and would hold my bow just an inch away from the cello strings to “pretend” that I was playing. And now, when the computer acts up- I simply shut it down and then re-start it. 9 times out of 10 it works. If not- I wait for my husband to get home.
Now, you’d think that because I am such a Type-A personality and like things done WELL and done NOW, that this helpless attitude does not parallel the me that you know and love. I am a self-starter. I am a problem solver. But there has become an increasingly large pool of “things beyond my interest”. I have no interest in learning about cubic polynomials. I don’t care to learn the ins and outs of my desktop computer, and I certainly don’t pretend to understand the difference between C and CE on my calculator
I’ve never touched a drug. Probably because I was ruled by the fear of disappointing my elders (parents, teachers, etc.). I’ve never even smoked a cigarette. No one ever offered me drugs in the last 41 years, most likely because they thought I’d tell (which I so would!). But this is a good message for us to pass along to our kids who respond better to visual proof than lecture. If only Thomas could have been so fortunate.