Hi guys. I thought since my last post was TGIF, this one would appropriately follow as OCIM.
I don’t know if others have made this up. Probably a juicier expletive would be used, but I’m sort of a PG blog. I am most certainly not always PG in real life. Mmm. We just won’t rate it.
So, after practically a week of silence I spilled the beans that I am in a rut. A horrid, stinky, funky rut. Bleh. It smells like poop and mold.
Y’all are the best. Simply the best. You commiserated with and encouraged me. Because most of us are in ruts right now due to the general blah that is Januaryfebruarymarch.
One of the things I wanted to do over the weekend to rattle the funk out, was make something. You know, something crafty. I sat around looking at my beads, felt, ribbons and The Cursed Glue Gun and thought. And thought.
And thought some more.
And thought again.
And then said, “Screw it. I really don’t want to bother with all this hullaballoo. Give me a book.”
Well, guess what? It just so happened that a book came in the mail for me on Friday. Not just any book. Oh no.
This book was just published by my very own favoritest boss ever, Barry.
The dude is an oddball librarian who buys all of his workers and their kids Christmas presents every year. My husband and he go on Man Dates and come back reeking of cigar smoke and other spirits.
But all of that is beside the point. The point is, he’s also this closeted novelist. I’ve gotten to read a few of them over the years. He’d sneakily slide a giant stack of papers over to my desk–I’d open it and squeal. It took forever to get him to let me read one of his secret novels.
He’s a really great writer. Like, really really.
If you know anything at all about publishing you know that it is a pain in the arse and nearly impossible to get anything published these days. The folks who succeed have to jump through a thousand hoops, and often self-publish to avoid all of the chaos that ensues. It sucks, cause there are many gifted writers out there who just cannot get a deal because publishing is so dang difficult!
Well, Barry submitted his favorite of his seven novels to a publisher, and they offered him a book deal right away.
Yah, that’s where our jaws drop. You know it’s good.
So, did I get to read it?
Well, actually, no. I did not.
You see, my darling son somehow shoved his entire (maybe not entire) index finger UNDERNEATH my EYELID!!!!!
It was a freak accident of course, but OMG it hurt like a mother. I couldn’t open my eye for the rest of the day. It leaked tears constantly, and it hurt. So. freakin. bad.
Mama called the doctor and the doctor said: wear an eyepatch for 24 hours.
Now, in my head, I thought, “Cool! I finally get to wear an eyepatch!” It was a sort of bucket list type thing. But in reality? It was so not cool.
Matt kept sneaking over to my left side and freaking me out. Jerk.
My depth perception was so off. Found that out the hard way whenever I tried to pour a drink.
My right eye was exhausted! Seriously, that is some hard work just using one eye. I tip my hat to you, pirates.
So yah, I didn’t read the totally awesome book. But now my eye is better and I will start!! I need some cheering after watching the season finale for Downton Abbey.
Here’s to a new week, a new book, and two eyes!
And yet, you are adorable, arrrr!
Man, what an ordeal! Funks happen. I hate jan and feb, with a passion. Hang in there and I am glad you are on the mend
Thanks! I think this week is looking up ????
I’m so sorry about your eye.
The Bunny head-butted her friend (they were jumping and playing and BANG! Swollen black 4 year-old eye!) And then three days later, after the swelling came down and it had turned from beautifully and artfully designed blue and purple make-up, to muddy brown and green smudge on her eyelid, she turned, at speed, into the kitchen counter and blackened the other eye.
This, however, has introduced her to The Ice Pack… which needs to be used for EVERYTHING.
Ouch! I’m glad it healed up quickly though.
Ouch! I’m glad it healed up quickly though.
So sorry about your eye. So great that your boss’ book was published. Say a lot about the quality of his writing.
thanks a lot. now my eyes are watering.
Sorry to remind you. R.I.P. Matthew..WAAAAHH!
I agree with Ninja Mom!!! ???? But I have to confess something… When I first looked at your picture, I immediately thought of the “octamom”- ya know who I’m talking about? You look exactly like her in that picture!!! Now before you go bahzerk (sp?)… I know you are MUCH MUCH MUCH prettier and SO MUCH MORE adorable than she could EVER EVER EVER be!!! And I never ONCE thought you were crazy…It’s just what I thought of about that picture… LOL
Thanks for mentioning Barry’s book in your blog. I quickly snagged the library copy after you blogged and just finished reading it last night. It was really good and I hope he can get more of his books published! ????
I’m still reading it! He is such a fabulous writer. I will do a vlog once i’ve read the whole thing to sort of build more hype for it!
Once my darling little daughter CUT MY CORNEA with her fingernail! The eye doctor was like, “Wow, that’s deep and all the way across. You might be in trouble.” It was the most horrendously painful experience. It was worse than childbirth to me. She was maybe a year old at the time and I was so mad at her. Of course it was an accident, but still. SO.MAD.
Holy crap. That is terrible!!!