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When White Lies Are The Way To Go

Posted May 21, 2015 By kmarrs

I try to go for a walk everyday.  Usually it’s at night, as late as the middle of the night.  Last Tuesday I took my walk at about 8:30PM and I invited my oldest with me.  There is a lot on his plate and I wanted him to have the chance to talk, which he did.

One of the first things that came up was girls,

*gulp*

It turns out there is a girl on his bus that he has his eye on and another girl in his class figured it out and told bus girl and basically asked her out for my boy without consulting if my boy actually wanted to go out with her.

Follow all that?

Ok.  The hitch of for the feminine plotting is that at almost 12, he has no interest in dating anyone.  Which thank you whatever power is watching over me.

So I taught him the first white lie of the night: “My mom won’t let me.”

In this case it’s, “My mom won’t let me date yet, but you can come over to my house and play sometimes if you want.”

He is out of the dating hot seat without hurting her feelings and without feeling pressure to be older than his 12 years.  Because dear God what the hell are 12-year-olds doing dating?

As the conversation continued I basically gave him the thumbs up to blame me saying no on any situation he didn’t want involved in.

That white lie becomes truth and changes to “My mom will kill me, have you MET her.” when it comes to drugs and alcohol.

Then I of course told him I’d rather have him be truthful to be when he’s older and experimenting with beer at parties.  As long as he drinks responsibly, I’ll be far happier over the “I need a ride home” phone call than the “He should have gotten a ride home” house call.

Id’ say he’s years away from there, but apparently not.  I’m just lucky (is this lucky?) that the situation with his aunt has taught him to be respectful of alcohol.  I don’t want him to fear it, I just need him to drink responsibly.

It was a good walk and talk.

 

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The Walking the Borderline Weekender

Posted May 16, 2015 By kmarrs

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I think one of my favorite things about the new house is the yard and neighborhood around it.  My desk backs up to 3 floor to ceiling windows offering me an easy view of the entire backyard and a chunk of the hood.

In relation to this, my 3-year-old is getting to spread her freedom wings a lot earlier than her siblings were allowed to.  With a view of the back yard in front of my, and the back door to my immediate right, she’s able to play out there with me watching from my desk.  She has no interest in leaving the backyard, because let’s face it, it’s a kick-ass backyard.  It’s safe out there, in a way that reminds me of growing up in the 80’s.

It’s kind of awesome to watch her explore her (controlled) freedom.

 

This week in my store:

Profits from my store go towards supporting my family.

Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog and my family at the same time!

 

Quote of the week:

Sammy: But why can’t I wear the other dress?

Me: Because it’s your special occasion dress.

Sammy: Like going to the doctor?

Me: No… Like Christmas.

 

In closing, this realization:

My husband is an ass.  I was actually out cold at a reasonable hour and he turned on the lights and shook me awake because he was alarmed I was wearing clothes.  I was wearing clothes because I had literally fallen face forward into bed and passed the fuck out because of how tired I was at like 7PM.

 

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Literary Time Travel

Posted May 15, 2015 By kmarrs

old_book_clip_art_20190This was due yesterday, which I thought was today, meaning I should have written this two days ago.  Though I couldn’t have because what I’m going to write about happened today for me, yesterday for you.

I blame the hormone imbalance of having started my period, but I’ve decided self publishing is way too easy as far as publishing itself goes, but horrid for any possible publicity.  So I’ve gone crazy-er and have decided to do this the old-fashioned, books smell pretty, way.  Of course I didn’t know exactly how one does this.  I still don’t.  But I do now know that the first step is to get a literary agent.  I basically need to convince them that my book is a great investment so that they can convince a publisher that my book is a great investment and then POOF published.  There is some magic in there.  And preying.

I’ve sent my Letter of Query, synopsis, a few chapters, and an author bio out to 10 different agents.  I have a list of many more I can try later.  However, I think I’m going to wait til I get these first 10 responses, see what they say, tweak my letter/synopsis/chapters/bio some, and then send to 10 new.

If all else fails I’ll look up the agents behind Twilight and 50 Shades.  I mean, come on.  If they can get published…

No.  That’s mean.  I mean they sold like crazy for their target market and made their agents very rich.

Who am I to knock that as a writer?

Now as a reader…

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Wordless Wednesday

Posted April 29, 2015 By kmarrs
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The husband, oldest, and I are playing a new game. It’s been awhile since I’ve played a mmorpg. But I’m enjoying myself and the escape from reality. Reality and I aren’t getting along recently. So this is great therapy.

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The Walking the Borderline Weekender

Posted April 18, 2015 By kmarrs

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So my monthly dinner party is tonight. The lovely Dez and Sarah will be joining me to celebrate spring! We’re going to be eating fresh and talking dirty. Wait. No. That sounds about right. Let’s just say the dinner parties imply we’re proper ladies, but well, only one of us actually identifies as a woman and the rest of us don’t keep the conversation clean for her sake.

Also, my hair is now blue. There are mini pics to the right. I’ll show something larger on Wednesday.

This week in my store:

My newest shirts

All items are now 15% off, and customer mother’s day gifts are 30% off! You do remember mother’s day is coming up, right?

Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog.

 

Quote of the week:

“Napping is like a time machine…”-Pat
“No, no it’s not…”-Sammy

 

In closing, this confession:

So Thomas (11) has wanted his hair dyed blue since he was little. And as it’s just hair and something he wants for him, and summer nears, and well there is enough in the jar I used on mine… Yep. Kid just has to get out of school.

Meanwhile Sambam (3) also wants blue hair just like momma. And if she still wants it when she’s 11 and is no longer just trying to be like momma, she too can have funky hair. That’s the rule. 11 and not just trying to follow someone else’s lead.

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Something Blue

Posted April 16, 2015 By kmarrs

Borderline Personality Disorder BPDSee it’s like this.  I dyed my hair black all through high school, but I always wanted to do at least my tips or roots or something (anything!) a funky color.  My mom said no and wouldn’t budge.  Once I became an adult I was working one job after another and funky hair just wasn’t an option.  You’d think that somewhere in time I’d have grown out of it.  But right now I’m in a spot in my life where I have no one to report to outside of my family, and I could use a little funky in my life.  Even my mom says it makes sense.  Not that I asked permission, but I did warn her.  Oh, she has loosened up some in the decade plus since I graduated high school so it would have been cool.  But as I said, I wasn’t looking for permission.  Just validation.  Which I got.  And I’m going with turquoise.

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