Category Personal Tidbits

How a Cup of Coffee Got My Entire House Clean

(Originally written on my blog in 2006, when life was quite a bit different for me, but the whole thing is true!)

1419443_34313465Sleep is for sissies…

Which is why I’m about to go take a nap. I just wanted to pop in here first and explain to you the mysterious and wondrous attributes that are in a cup of coffee….

Yes, ladies and gentlemen – I will tell you the amazing story of how one cup of coffee got my entire house cleaned!

I really think that it started last night when I couldn’t sleep. With the central A/C out right now, and temperatures in the low 90s, night time is quite uncomfortable. Around 2 am it cools off enough with the windows open to relax, but before that, I find yourself laying naked on the bed, trying hard not to move and so help me if a blanket covers any part of me, with the ceiling fan on – just hoping for a slight breeze to blow your way. Sometimes around 2:30 am, during Murphy Brown on Nick-at-Night, I do believe I fell asleep.

Well, 5:30 am comes early.

And it s...

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Leave Me Be

There was a sound, I swear I heard it, softly it did break the gloom, of all the silence that surrounds me, from somewhere in the other room.932926_52893822

I rose to see, investigate, to find the mysterious source. It wasn’t loud, more like a whisper, much like my lover’s voice.

“Impossible,” I breathed the words, for my lover, he was here no more.

Peering through the darkness, no benefit of light, I searched to find the voice I’d heard, from somewhere in the night.

“Leave me be…” the voice did whisper once again, but not from in the house. No, the voice I heard came from within.

“Where are you?” I did ask the voice, but silence did reply. “Will you not answer when I speak? Tell me, please. Oh, tell me why?”

“Leave me be…” the voice did say, and I just shook my head...

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In My Lifetime, A Writing Prompt

I have watched many things transpire in my lifetime. I’ll start by going back in time a little bit, and talk about the things that my parents saw happen in their lifetime, and then I’ll move forward a bit.

The world has changed a lot recently, and I don’t think we truly are even aware of how much has happened in such a short period of time.

My mother remembers a time when there was no television. Today, I have a digital DVR cable box, where I can order on demand shows live, and pause, record and rewind over 500 different channels with the flip of a switch while streaming movies at the touch of a fingertip any time I want.

My mother remembers a time before personal computers even existed, when ham radio was all the rage as a new technology, when what computers did exist were so large as to ...

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Lucid, Vivid Dreams: Do Dreams Have Meaning?

I don’t mind dreams so much, even the weird ones. Sometimes, especially the weird ones. I’ve actually gotten some pretty good story ideas or at least some starting concepts, from dreams I’ve had. But here recently, I’ve been having the weirdest, oddest, strangest dreams–not really nightmares, per se, but dreams that leave me feeling quite unsettled. The weird art isn’t really even the dream, as much as it is that the dream stays with me. I mean, with most dreams, they’ll stay with you for a little while, but then over the course of the day, they begin to fade. If you don’t share them with someone else, by the end of the day, you might not remember them at all. But for me, recently, I’ve been remembering all my dreams. And they stay with me. Worse yet, they pop into my head at the strangest moments throughout the day. Another weird component of these dreams is that I wake up several times per night from these dreams. At least two or three times per night, I will wake up from one of these vivid lucid or near-lucid dreams. I hate that part most of all. I would love to sleep through the night!

A few of my dreams are recurring dreams...

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This Post Contains Strong Language

I was watching an old re-run episode of Dr. Phil on the Roku the other day, or rather, it was on in the background while I was putting around on the computer or something, not really paying much attention to it, when I heard at the start of the show an announcer say something to the effect of: “This show contains strong language intended for mature audiences only.”

Words are important. They aren’t powerful, truly, because they can only have as much power as we let them have, but they ARE important. How something is said is as important and sometimes more important than what was actually said. I love the way the announcer said that–strong language. They could have used any descriptor for that, any adjective would have done–vulgar, adult, profanity, etc. But the word they chose was STRONG.

I like that. I’m going to tell you why too.

When I was a kid, I was a bit of a ...

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Do You Beleive in Ghosts or Spirits?

cemetry-1021577-mWhat I’m about to tell you is not a fiction story–it’s a true story. It’s not really that exciting or anything, so don’t expect it to be this amazing ghost story or anything like that. It’s just a little something that happened to me last month that made me think about some things and I was wondering what you guys thought. I also was wondering what you guys think about what happened, maybe you can give ma a plausible and earthly answer for what caused the phenomenon I experienced.

So… for Valentine’s Day, I was fortunate enough to be treated to a weekend in a high-rise hotel on Clear Lake, just about a half hour from where I live. I love this part of Texas, with its oceans, lakes, greenery, flowers and birds. It is one of the best places in the US to bird watch–with so many varieties of birds and colors and sounds. I love birds. Anyway, we spent the weekend at the hotel on the water, I watched the boats and birds and ducks on the water and I watched the cars drive by on the freeway (I love to watch people–I’m definitely a people watcher).

Anyway, the hotel was lovely and the food was amazing...

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The Gift is in the Giving

Tonight (well, at the time I’m writing this, it would technically be last night–but I haven’t gone to sleep yet, even though it’s 4:50 in the morning–I really need to stop doing that, but the writer in me, she… argh!) Okay, let’s start this over.

Last night, I was lucky enough to get to go to The Melting Pot with my mom, her husband and my family. It was wonderful! For those who don’t know the concept, The Melting Pot is a fondue restaurant, with a cheese course and dippers, then a meat course in a seasoned broth fondue, and then a dessert course of warmed chocolate with dessert dippers. It’s awesome yummy, but it’s loads of fun. You all get colored skewers and everyone gets to put their meats and stuff in the pot, and you remember your color for your plate. The food is yummy, and it’s a fun time.

On the way home, it started sleet raining...

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Just WHO is the Pervert Anyway?

The other day, I was reading a blog post about someone who put up a gay pride flag on their flagpole of their house. The homeowner’s association was contacted by several other residents, who were complaining about the flag and wanting the homeowner to take it down. The homeowner’s association couldn’t do anything about it, because there was nothing in the HOA bylaws that made it against the rules to fly that flag–or really, any flag–on their own property.

One of the residents wrote to the HOA, and here is what he or she had to say:

[They]…have had their ‘gay pr...

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Fast Food Baby

A lot of folks don’t know this, but a few of you do: I grew up in the back rooms of restaurants my parents owned over the years. I literally grew up in the back room of fast-food restaurants. My first job for pay was for my parents, until I was old enough to get a job working for someone else. Our lives revolved around these businesses, from how we ate to how we slept and everything in between. “Don’t bother us during lunch of dinner rush.” “Can’t come to your band concert, ’cause it’s at the dinner rush hour and we’re shorthanded–I know you have a solo.” But I can also say, we never went without food or money. There were tradeoffs, but it was an interesting upbringing.


The first one they owned, I was three years old when they opened it...

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The Best Margarita(s) I Ever Had

Like many people, this time of year always makes me nostalgic. I think about the past, the present, the future, people I have loved, still love and who I might love some day. I think about love lost and friends gone and love gained and friends who are here. Life is about change, constantly, moving, in flux, and that’s not a bad thing. Memories keep me warm and make me laugh and better than that, they make great writing fodder. My best friend is getting on a plane today to fly to Denver to be with her parents for Thanksgiving holidays. As she was going out the door, she was stressed about making sure she had all her stuff, making sure she got to the airport on time, making sure she had her boarding pass printed, etc. I told her when she got on the plane, have a couple of margaritas. She

But it reminded me of a trip I took several years ago. We were flying from podunk West Texas to Anchorage, Alaska, and we had to change planes from Midland/Odessa in Houston, and then again in Seattle, Washington. But along the route in Houston, something happened and our plane took off before the other plane even got there. So we were bumped to another flight, and were worried we’d end up missing the next flight in Seattle out to Alaska too, ’cause now we were going to get into Seattle around ten, their time–we needn’t worry, but more on that later.

Plane Entertainment

We flew C...

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