Word Rant

I often have days when I just can’t read enough or write my thoughts down enough. Then I have other days when I don’t know what to say or even what I want to do.   I wish I could blame it on things like being tired or hungry or even PMS… but not today.   I think I’d like to blame it on you.  Yes, you heard me right…  It is all your fault.

I believe that I know you pretty well, therefore, I have this immense and undeniable urge to talk about you. Because you read this, however, I feel a certain sorrow, maybe even a little bit of guilt about it all. I don’t want to be mean or cruel or even hateful. I actually don’t.  I’d like to be sweet and supportive, but I think that underneath it all, I’m just a little fed up and I need to vent some before I implode…

So!  In order to prove this theory to be 100% false, the gloves are off my friends. I’m talking trash about everyone and anyone and oh, yeah… you too.

Now that I have confessed that I want to vent my anger and frustrations, I am at a loss for words. For once in my life, I do not know what to say.  I don’t know where to begin.  The words are twirling around in the fog of my brain trying to find a way out… My fingers are poised just above my keyboard and the words are just itching to get out.

The names have been changed to protect the guilty….  this rant is actually just for my benefit because imploding really does not sound like something I really want to do.  In fact, it sounds quite painful.

Drama Queen… get a life.  The world does not revolve around you.
Big B…Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?  I talk like a sailor but get real…  You use words I have never heard of.
Baggy Drawers…pull your pants up!  Do you really know what that means?  I’m guessing that you don’t.
Rude School Mom… yes, you are late.  Your son is late. Quit cutting in line.  He is still going to be late.  Quit pressing the snooze button and get your ass out of bed….

OMG!

It isn’t working.  I have writers block.  I really know what I want to say but I can’t make the words flow from my brain to my fingertips.  Does this mean that I can’t let you know how I feel?  What’s wrong with me?  Have I gone soft?  Have I lost my edge?

Maybe I just want to rant and rave and have myself a good temper tantrum.
No, maybe it’s because I just want to DOT someone’s eye and I can’t describe that in words.

Yep…  that’s it.

Today may just be the day that I unleash my volcano of pent up fury at the source of my frustration.  Keep the phone lines open my friend…  I may need bail money or an alibi.  I’ll let you know which when I call.

Supporting our Soldiers

Pompous, Annoying, Irritating, and I So Wanted to Say Something to this Obnoxious Lady

I listened to a client this afternoon  who could have used a lesson in manners and in freedom.   It’s amazing how people spend thirty minutes  on an introduction when their message is approximately a whole minute long and apparently way off track.   Get a watch lady!

I hated her tone. I disliked her glasses. I believed she talked much too long. I resented her body language.  I despised her way of thinking…   Why on earth does someone I disagree with so much have to talk in such an alarming and  irritating way?  The sound of her voice grated my nerves to no end.  Remember Fran Dreshner in The Nanny?  Like that but worse.  Nails on the chalk board.  Screeching, scratching nails….

To satisfy all of your curiosity she was talking about the war in Iraq.  That’s when Mrs High and Mighty  got on her high horse.

She said, and I am seriously down playing this, that she did not support our troops or any of their actions in Iraq.    She spoke for another five to ten minutes, all the while, I am mulling over my responses in my head…  She said she’s been against war  for the last twenty-five years and is embarrassed that she wanted troops out. Period.  No ifs, and or buts about it….    Yeah, I want our troops out but as long as they are there, I will support them all the way.  Yep. That’s about it in a nutshell.  I won’t bore you or stir the hornets nest…

I am starting to get a little bit annoyed by now as my son was stationed in Iraq and he served his country with pride. My heart was broken when my son left for his tour but I am proud that he stood up for people,  to help the less fortunate than us.   We need to be thankful for what we have here and the freedoms we have because of soldiers like him.

Sometimes people need to be educated and set straight.  Not all the people of Iraq are terrorists.  There are women, children and men…yes, men, who are innocent in war.  They want their families to be safe, to be happy, to live normal lives….   And our soldiers there are trying to make this happen for them.  All the while, they are trying to make  it safe for our families and our children to grow up and be free.

Back off lady…  As the proud mother of a soldier, I say support them or shut up!  You are free because of them.

And, that is all I’ve got to say about that at the moment.

7 Facts About Me

1.) Avid Reader / Reviewer / Aspiring Author – I am absolutely crazy about reading. My favorite authors are Christine Feehan, Stephanie Meyer and J.K. Rowling.   I love all of Christine Feehans books, especially the ones about the Carpathians.    Stephanie Meyer is a creative genius who has captured my heart and got me to thinking about vampires in a new and sparkling light.  J. K. Rowling is brilliant!  The Harry Potter series cast a spell on me and I have yet to escape,  nor do I want to.   I love to read books and I love to tell everyone about them. Over the years, I have had dreams of writing my own books since I love them so much. Well, with the help of a friend and a gentle nudge (foot to the butt, shoulder shoving push actually), I submitted my very first short novella to Forbidden Publications. My book, The Ordinary Housewife, was released on December 22, 2006. I write under the name of Kaycee M. Jett. Can you believe that there is another author out there with the exact same name as mine and she writes books geared for the pre-teen/young adult. I chose another name so children looking for her books, would not stumble upon mine by mistake (the absolute horror of it).

by Christine Feehan

by Kaycee M. Jett (aka Teresa Toten)

2.) Collector of Sorts – I collect nutcrackers of all kinds. I have about 200 or so of them in my vast collection. Each year, I strive to get at least one more to add to it. This year I got four. I also collect books (surprise, surprise). I have enough books on my shelves and in storage to start my own library or book store… the only problem is that I can’t bear to part with them.  And since ebooks have come out, my computer houses about 5,000 of them now…  I so LOVE to read!!!

3.) Lover of Music – I absolutely love music. My very favorite artist would have to be Yanni. His music touches the very deepest recesses of my heart and soul and soothes my mind. I was able to travel to New Orleans to see him in concert. He put on a fantastic show. I also love Blackmore’s Night. They have one song that has inspired me to write a book based on the lyrics. I also love Mediaeval Baebes, Enya, Nils-Ole Finbak, Blue October, Faun, etc… I just love all music. I would love to learn to play the violin / fiddle and the mandolin too. The only problem there is that I can’t read music.

Blackmore's Night

4.) Dancer – well, I would love to be a dancer. I dance when no one is watching me. When I was a much younger adult, I took ballet, tap and clogging. Now that I am older, I would love to learn to belly dance. I have corresponded with many wonderful ladies who have provided me with a lot of great advice on the beautiful and graceful art of belly dancing. Maybe one of these days I will come out of the closet and dance so everyone can see me.

Belly Dancer

5.) Clown – Many years ago, I was a clown. Yes, I said a clown. I performed in parades, at parties, on television shows and did face painting as well as other comical acts of the trade. My name was Corky. I performed with my clown partner, Gomer.

Corky

6.) Outlook in Life –  I live in Mississippi and as you know, we were hit pretty hard by Hurricane Katrina here in Mississippi. This event caused me to look around and observe the wonders that are in nature and in everything else around us. Gas prices soared when the trucks finally made it to the area.  Grocery prices went up, food stocks went down….  I felt like there was so much more to learn. I am quite content now in my little niche and am happy with who I am and with the world around me. I am pro-choice. I think all people have the right to worship and live their lives in the way that suits them best. I do and feel like I am a better person because of it. I walk a different path in life now and I love it.

I love winter. If you look at myspace page, you can tell. I feel at home in the winter. I love everything about it.  There is so much beauty in the Winter.  Yes, I love Autumn when the trees are turning their brilliant shades of reds, oranges and gold.  I love the crisp edge of the approaching winter in the air.  But my heart delights when the nights dip low, frost covers the ground and the grass crunches beneath your feet.  I love the dreary, dark, gray skies.  I love to hear the wind howl outside my  windows as I curl up in my chair by the fireplace, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket , sip on a steaming cup of tea and read one of my favorite books.  I love the barren trees which stand out boldly against the foggy skies….  I love to breathe in deep as you see your breath on the air, the cold as it seeps into your lungs…  very refreshing.

Winter

7.)  College – After my older boys left home and my two younger boys started school, I came to the decision to start back to school myself.  I enrolled in college and an happy to say that I have about 1 1/2 years left on a Criminal Justice degree.  I have always been interested in photography and would like to turn that into something for me to do if I can.  I would love to be a Forensic or Crime Scene Photographer.  Who knows what I will do once I get my degree.  I may do nothing.  I really just wanted to go back to school for me.

There you have it…   7 facts about me.