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::Author::  Name::Jersey Girl 46 From::Tampa/Wildwood, FL/NJ, United States Just a Jersey Girl lost in the sea. Trying to find her place back. View my complete 
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Saturday, September 26, 2009 Private Jet... I am not that kind of girl I posted my long story on the private jet thing and I was torn apart in an email about how can I; little ole me who writes Romance Novels afford a ride in a private jet. Quite frankly, I can because I write Romance Novels that are published, and I pay cash for everything else, so I am sort of not living the American dream of debt and credit cards and such... I live like I make 300.00 a week. It's what allows me to pay for private jet rates. But regardless of all that, I wrote my post disjointed because I was processing the prospect of me actually commissioning a private jet, when in actuality, I am just a regular fly South West kind of girl. I love the element of surprise when I get the graham crackers shaped like planes, instead of crackers. I love being a simple girl that still loves to bowl and is a kick ass bowler. I will admit my matchy match outfits are a bit much, but nonetheless, I am a regular girl... So I decided to blow off the private jet for the parade trip, not because the emails were so nasty, because I know better. Besides, I would rather put that money into my trip to Germany, me and the man person are going to Germany for the Christmas markets, so Cuckoo clocks for everyone. And awesome chocolate...  
Rant... When is a private life really private. When a person makes a movie or is on tv or is a music icon... why does their personal life become an open book???? I am so sick of the media and people in general thinking they are entitled to know everything. Today it becomes big news that John Travolta's son had an illness. Who's business is it? Just like the ancient story of Jerry Lewis and why he is such a strong supporter for MD. It is a personal life and no matter who you are, you are given a private life that is precious. It is no one's right to know. I had a cyber stalker for many years and I know the invasion I felt. Clearly this society we live in needs to step back and remember everyone has a private life... It needs to stay PRIVATE.
Grrrr still sick I am sorry I haven't updated this blog with my latest and greatest things happening. I have been sick. STILL SICK. I have pharyngitis. I have had this since September 2. I get better and then I get worse. It's been a sliding time of it. Next month in celebration of my 45th Birthday, I cannot believe I just typed that out loud... I am having a wing ding of an event. I learned recently that life is too short to be sitting and waiting. Therefore I agreed to a mini (big) celebration. Plus with my latest book ready for the editor, I am a happy girl. More shoes more shoes... A sexy man is meeting me in New York City for Thanksgiving to watch the Macy's Day parade and do a little shopping, so I have been working out double time... That could be why I am sick??? No, that's not it.. I will be back in the writing saddle tomorrow!!!
Not the best babysitter in the world.... I have several friends that think I am the break under glass for emergency in the babysitting department. Clearly I like kids, I just don't own any of my own... But I will digress a moment and share a tidbit about my growing up. I was fascinated with gadgets. My grandmother would take me to the rummage sales at church and I would plead for hand mixers. Not the electric kind, the OLD kind. I would pretend they were telephones. I loved all kinds of gadgets and I would make them something other than there intended use. Now I was not underprivileged. I had horses, clothes, dolls, a real cash register for my little store and my own phone in my room. All the latest and greatest toys, but I really liked to use my imagination and play with odd ball stuff. I remember how it started. My grandmother had a box in the utility room with old pots and pans, and hand mixers (ooh my favorite) and I would take them outback and play with them. She also had a trunk of old lady purses and clothes and I played dress up in them. See that's what kids did, we used our imaginations... Well... fast forward to this week... I have babysat the Richy riches and when their Mother came early and saw them with colanders on their heads for helmets, I think she was mortified. (It's OK, they were actually playing Knights and Queens or something)... Anyway, I made them reynolds wrap clothes and swords made of paper towel cardboard... It was fun. The kids loved it, and they didn't want to go home. Hey I had to unwrap a lot of paper towel and wrapping paper for this project. My friend, my buddy, my pal said to me... I know you have money, and you were not raised by wolves, what the hell are you doing? Don't you have Playstation or Wii or something? Can't they just play on your computer???? Why yes I have PlayStation and Wii and DDS and videos and movies and games and computers, but... but... but... they were having fun. I didn't charge her for watching them this week, I fed them real food, taught them to bake a couple of things, made photo books on snap fish of our week and ordered and paid for them. Even took them to the mall today for a nice lunch at Too Jays. Some where along the line of thinking I was doing something nice and helpful; I became ODD; WEIRD; STRANGE; OFF MY EFFING ROCKER;... By the way, You're Welcome!!!! Labels: on my soap box...
I feel like I am cheating... I love recipe books, recipes and just plain ole cooking/baking... I love to create dishes and I like to remake a few of the old standards. However, I am feeling like I cheated. I love www.thepioneerwoman.com's website and her recipes. Even though she stopped responding to my email, I still think she is the cat's meow. I started to make her cheesy biscuit with bacon and onions, and immediately stopped and used a premade mix and just added more cheese, bacon and onions... I feel like I am cheating. I loved them, they came out so great and it was easy to make without having to use all the ingredients mixing and measuring. One package and I added to it. It totally rocked and I am a rock star. OK, not a rock star, maybe a pebble star, but regardless, life was great the biscuits were Divine and I cheated! Grrrrr it's all the Catholic Churches fault. I have all this guilt!!!!
Labor Day 2009 Many are out of work and today doesn't seem like a holiday. BBQ's that are customary have slipped by the wayside. The family down the street that always hosts the biggest end of summer party is not at home, as a matter of notice, they don't even live there anymore. Labor Day to me was a great 4 day weekend that ended out the summer and celebrated the day off for work well done. Today that doesn't mean the same to me. Many are out of work, or underemployed. Some wondering how will the electric bill get paid, or do I have enough gas to get to work until pay day. I am what you would call unemployed sort of. As it was my choice, I took a leave of absence and have been fulfilling other desires. Today I wonder about health care and job's that do not offer stability. I hope this Labor Day you can put away any fears and frustrations and celebrate for yourself. Life is not easy, it's just a constant!
Ahhh it's over... Summer is officially over in my world. I came home from my great adventure with many plots started and because Philly loves me so much, I have a cold. Yep, a rotten stuffed nose, cough producing, sore throat scratching, fever blazing cold. This summer was more than I could have ever dreamed of. Many situations produced additional situations and I really came out stronger for it. I am suppose to leave for Hawaii for a writers meeting/strategy planning, but to tell you the truth, I would just as well meet in Tennessee right now. I have no desire to fly anywhere. NOT even back to my love escape of New Jersey. While most people can't wait to leave Jersey, I am the only known idiot that can't wait to get back there, but not today. Hopefully my cold will go away, and I can get back on the horse that is taking me to new territory. Yeah yeah the Hawaii thing sucks, but I cannot fly like this. My nose looks like an Irishman on a drunk. So back to the grind for me... stay tuned...
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