Since my daughter graduated high school and I am no longer required to get her out of the house in the morning or take her to voice lessons or club activities or whatever, I seem to have lost track of time. I have no idea what time of day it is. I just wake up when I wake up and go to sleep long after I probably should.
Compounding the issue, my daughter is away on a trip so I have nobody in the house with me except for Snickers. As I do not have a regular job right now, I seem to also have lost complete track of the days of the week. This is a general irritation when it gets to the weekend because I like to go to church on Saturday evenings but have not seemed to be able to remember that it is Saturday until I am talking on the phone to a friend... oh... right about the time my church service is held. Thus, I have attended Sunday morning services for the last few weeks.
Not having any television reception, I turn to the internet for a few episodes of my favorite shows. (Still no reason to keep track of time!) But the episodes seem to be never updated so, even at only one show per night, I am almost out of new things to watch. So with all this lack of activity, one would think I would have plenty of time to blog. Right?
No. No activity means nothing to write... Well... I did have that one interaction at the ONLY Mexican restaurant in town. Go for lunch once a week for a couple of weeks in a row, just go alone, and what do you get? Some guy asking you to write your telephone number on your check. Geesh! Do I really look so desperate that I would give my number out to my waiter... and for free? Not.
Seriously, though. This is the second time this has happened in just a matter of months. (Both at Mexican restaurants, too!) I seriously need to hire a hot, male escort to take me out to lunch every now and again. But I digress. Let's get back to my rambling about having nothing to do.
A few days ago, I began writing lyrics... for a rap song. I do not listen to rap. I do not really even like rap. It has a nice rhythm and all, but no real tonal quality. Besides, it is generally too violent for my tastes. My personal taste is Country music. Still, I must be really bored because I was thinking about promoting my romance books and came up with these corny rap lyrics. My intention, get this, is to spend a little time videoing my dog barking and growling and so on. Then cut the video into small clips, paste them together and add a voice-over to make it look like the dog is rapping my lyrics. LOL
(Yes, I have submitted a job application. What I really ought to do, though, is work on this correspondence
course I paid for. That and/or finish painting my rooms and putting away my things.)
Now, whose voice will I use for my voice-over? I have no idea. I'm sure it will all work out. (Maybe that Hispanic waiter will want to help me out? Maybe my horny, old neighbor? Maybe one of my girlfriends' male relatives? Maybe one of my readers? Somebody.)
Just in case any of my readers wants to try, or not, here they are for your amusement:
Adultry is legal
It leaves houses torn
Our famlies are broken
And this is the norm
Divorce and remarriage
Jesus says is a sin
But we don't care
What state our soul's in
Love withstands injury
Beth Durkee writes
But that don't matter
In the dead of the night
[See how I mention not only my name, but also an event in The Disposable Noble Wife? I feel very clever!]
Repentance, forgiveness and love born anew
Are gone from our lives now
That we can just sue.
Corny, I know. Sigh. Well, it is Friday night. I have sweet champagne, strawberries, chocolate and a "chick flick" awaiting my attentions. Have a good weekend.
Compounding the issue, my daughter is away on a trip so I have nobody in the house with me except for Snickers. As I do not have a regular job right now, I seem to also have lost complete track of the days of the week. This is a general irritation when it gets to the weekend because I like to go to church on Saturday evenings but have not seemed to be able to remember that it is Saturday until I am talking on the phone to a friend... oh... right about the time my church service is held. Thus, I have attended Sunday morning services for the last few weeks.
Not having any television reception, I turn to the internet for a few episodes of my favorite shows. (Still no reason to keep track of time!) But the episodes seem to be never updated so, even at only one show per night, I am almost out of new things to watch. So with all this lack of activity, one would think I would have plenty of time to blog. Right?
No. No activity means nothing to write... Well... I did have that one interaction at the ONLY Mexican restaurant in town. Go for lunch once a week for a couple of weeks in a row, just go alone, and what do you get? Some guy asking you to write your telephone number on your check. Geesh! Do I really look so desperate that I would give my number out to my waiter... and for free? Not.
Seriously, though. This is the second time this has happened in just a matter of months. (Both at Mexican restaurants, too!) I seriously need to hire a hot, male escort to take me out to lunch every now and again. But I digress. Let's get back to my rambling about having nothing to do.
A few days ago, I began writing lyrics... for a rap song. I do not listen to rap. I do not really even like rap. It has a nice rhythm and all, but no real tonal quality. Besides, it is generally too violent for my tastes. My personal taste is Country music. Still, I must be really bored because I was thinking about promoting my romance books and came up with these corny rap lyrics. My intention, get this, is to spend a little time videoing my dog barking and growling and so on. Then cut the video into small clips, paste them together and add a voice-over to make it look like the dog is rapping my lyrics. LOL
(Yes, I have submitted a job application. What I really ought to do, though, is work on this correspondence
course I paid for. That and/or finish painting my rooms and putting away my things.)
Now, whose voice will I use for my voice-over? I have no idea. I'm sure it will all work out. (Maybe that Hispanic waiter will want to help me out? Maybe my horny, old neighbor? Maybe one of my girlfriends' male relatives? Maybe one of my readers? Somebody.)
Just in case any of my readers wants to try, or not, here they are for your amusement:
Adultry is legal
It leaves houses torn
Our famlies are broken
And this is the norm
Divorce and remarriage
Jesus says is a sin
But we don't care
What state our soul's in
Love withstands injury
Beth Durkee writes
But that don't matter
In the dead of the night
[See how I mention not only my name, but also an event in The Disposable Noble Wife? I feel very clever!]
Repentance, forgiveness and love born anew
Are gone from our lives now
That we can just sue.
Corny, I know. Sigh. Well, it is Friday night. I have sweet champagne, strawberries, chocolate and a "chick flick" awaiting my attentions. Have a good weekend.
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