Living Life in Reverse

My kids are doing their summer in reverse. The first day of the vacation, they were doing the,
"Mom! He's touching me with his toe nail!"
"Mom! She's breathing on me!"

Now they're playing sweetly together and can't be nicer to each other. Their creativity astounds me, makes me feel like a complete hack. The semi-funny scene I churned out this morning is nothing compared to the elaborate games these two dream up.

It reminds me of the Dr. Seuss quote about adults being obsolete kids and that true success is the ability to bring some of a kid's freshness to adult life.

So I give it a shot. I ignore the pile of dishes, step carefully around the detritus scattered across the living room floor.

My foray into kidhood lasts about seven minutes before my blood pressure shoots up to dangerously high levels. The sharp corner of a lego in my foot doesn't help matters.

I wish I didn't care so much about clean, clear spaces, but boring old me does. It's okay though. My mommy brain is needed to go break up the argument in the other room about who gave who a wedgie first.

I'll have to save channeling my inner kid for when I'm older. Something to look forward to.

Home Again, Home Again

Jiggity-jig. There's nothing like a long vacation with nothing to do to make you appreciate the dump you live in.

I was crawling these four grimy walls two short weeks ago. Now, my fresh perspective on peeling paint, stacks of mail and broken washing machines is how wonderful.

We have gone to visit my mom's second home faithfully every year for the past decade. It's a nice place, on the water, lots of space and privacy. My husband relaxes by doing things like whacking back the jungle that threatens to swallow the house and chasing bees out of the gutters where they set up a sizable nest during the many months when no one is around. The kids used to entertain themselves by swinging from one antique table to another, but they've taken up other interests, like falling off the dock onto the rocks in the swampy pond and playing croquet in the poison ivy. I rested on the porch this year with the bees who also like the damp wood under the deck and enjoyed the scent of kitty litter wafting out from a nearby window.

 My mother is selling that house this year and I could not be happier. Is there any better feeling than having no regrets about letting something go?

IC Publishing Blog Tour

I'm taking a break from my usual hard-hitting reportage on things like emerging trends in the up-and-coming penis cozy market to participate in the IC Publishing Summer Blog Tour.

I must first say thank you to Louise Redmann for inviting me. Louise is the author of a medieval romance The Traitor's Legacy as well as numerous vignettes and short stories. I'm excited to read them all. You can find out more at her blog.

Now on to my assignment:

How do you start your writing projects?
My imagination has always been a problem.
I mean, being imaginative has never been a problem for me, except at school, work and other places where people expect me to pay attention and do the boring tasks they dream up.

I get ideas everywhere, like this little critter I made from the rejected ends of my daughter's snow peas:

My kids and I recently collaborated on a story about a coconut ice cream bar who lives in a tree house with her friends, cup of water, ear of corn and chocolate chip cookie. (Can you guess what we had for lunch that day?) Coconut loses her skate board, but ends up getting it back and making a new friend out of a sock monkey in the process.

My point is, you can make a story out of just about anything.

How do you continue your writing projects?

I love to write so keeping going is no problem. Rather, I would say, if I didn't have writing to look forward to, getting out of bed in the morning would be a lot harder. The opportunity to be creative energizes me.

How do you finish your project?

I would like to state for the record that I have never knowingly inflicted my stories on anyone from Finland. I can't say I haven't nibbled a few danish in my day, however...

What? Not that kind of Finnish?
As Gilda Radner would say, Never mind.

Finishing is tough. Sometimes I just have to say enough is enough. But with electronic publishing, I can always tweak… Oh, it's bad. Finishing is really hard.

Writing Challenge

You have just emerged from the bathroom in a public place to see two members of the opposite sex waiting to use it. You must explain why you were in the wrong bathroom.

I'd love to hear your responses. Post them in the comment section below.

Passing the Pen

I am thrilled to introduce Cayenne Michaels. A decade ago, she went to do a monthlong gig of fieldwork in Namibia. She is still there.
Cayenne is working on her first novel, entitled Life of Chi. I am so happy I got to go first on this tour because her blog puts mine to shame.

Cozies: they're not just for teapots anymore

Due to the smashing success of my last post about penis cozies, I am encouraged to continue the 'cozy' theme. You may not be aware of this, but there is a whole world of cozies out there. Cozies for toilet paper rolls have been around for a while of course, but there are also water bottle cozies, and cozies for cell phones. Just about anything you love deserves a cozy.
In a more unusual vein, there are cozies for turtles, also known as 'reptile warmers.' They actually serve a dual purpose: warmth and to make your pet easier to find when he disappears among the greenery.
Below are some animal cozies I cooked up.
The first is a banana wearing the penis cozy:

Below are stuffies modeling different styles. They could work for a variety of household pets: fried egg, blueberry pancake, smiley face, Belgian waffle and then psychedelic on the end. 

(Please note, the animal wearing the psychedelic model is a somewhat failed attempt at a kangaroo and joey, not a chipmunk with a hard on.)

* Note: No fruit or stuffies were abused during this photo shoot.
Get your orders in early. Christmas will be here before you know it.

The Next Hot Thing

In menswear is…Penis Cozies!

What, you are perhaps wondering, is a penis cozy? If the name is not self-explanatory enough, please see the photo below.

Even though it's warm out there, that is no reason not to don a penis cozy. They're perfect for just about any occasion. Well, any occasion that doesn't require decorum, taste, or pants.

So, okay, that doesn't leave many occasions when penis cozies are called for, but they're still fun, I predict they are the going to be all the rage among those lacking in the above mentioned items. In other words, a whole lot of people.

If my guess is correct, I will soon be relaxing on my own private Caribbean beach on a fortune made from crocheted penis cozies. However, since my prediction radar has been slightly off ever since my idea of pompom sweaters in 1981, I guess I won't book my flight yet.

Your mama was right

When she told you to wear nice underwear in case of an accident. I have lower standards. My advice: Wear underwear. Period.

I heard tell of a certain young lady who was shopping at a low end thrift shop. What can she say? She is addicted to these places. One never knows when one might find a hidden jewel. 

Hands in pockets, she had been perusing for some twenty minutes when a man missing a significant percentage of teeth called from three aisles away:

"I don't mean to embarrass you. I'm only telling you this as a friend. But your fly is unzipped."

The young lady could only be grateful it was not her favorite thrift shop.

Final warning: if you insist on going commando, for the love of all things holy, don a pair before shopping in stores where used underwear is sold for a quarter lest anyone think you are too poor to afford them.

A naked story to perk up your hump day

I always say there's nothing like a good running-naked-through-a-posh hotel tale so here goes:
A friend and I were out in Colorado and went to some hot springs. We brought bathing suits and were almost through the door to the soaking room when a woman stopped us and pointed at a sign that contained at least 30 rules. Number 27 was No bathing suits. (This was to keep the water 'pure.' They didn't want chlorine etc. in their water, which was understandable.) Why it came after 'no jewelry, glass bottles or pets' was a mystery to me.
Afterward, we wanted to do the mud bath which was located at the far end of the hotel. They provided towels that didn't quiiiite make it the full circumference around so we had to pick which strip of flesh we wanted to show. I don't care to think about how many people we flashed as we pranced through the lower level of the upscale hotel. When we got to the mud room...
"Bathing suits?"
"Yes. Bathing suits."
Some lucky hotel guests got two free shows.