The Dog Days of Summer

The days of summer...  Hey!  Where are they?  We had rain on the first day of summer here in the Pacific Northwest, and there have hardly been any days of sun!  We had like, a week of sun this spring, ok, five days, and one or two a week since!  Whenever I get a day to lounge in the sun and get a bit of a bronze, the color fades before the next sunny day.  This El Nino thing is getting old. This is what my surroundings should look like a week before the Fourth of July...

...and this is how they actually appear...

Ahh well, s'mores are good in any kind of weather :)

And a hot tub with your loved one is that much more pleasurable when it's storming outside...

You are beautiful

Sometimes life is going so good, you get that oh-so-long-deserved promotion; the guy you have been eyeballing (in secret) finally makes a move and asks you out Friday night, etc...  You are relishing in the glow of your newly gotten whatever.  Then it hits.  Every planet crashes down upon you.  You were made privy to some unfortunate turn of events and someone you know is in a lot of hurt.  You are in pain for this person, as you do not know how to help them.  You are there for them, you offer a shoulder and some words of advice, and then you...cry.  Stay up at all hours of night with nothing but ridiculous ideas on what action to take.  Then...cry some more.  There is nothing else.  There is nothing you can do for them, well besides what you have done.  I have heard SO many times that being there is enough, but when it is someone who is so close to you, you cannot help but feel helpless.  Useless.  Feeling their pain cuts you like a knife.  Watching their sorrow is honestly worse than being in sorrow, IMHO.  It feels like watching someone you love drown in a lake of sludge, and you are shackled to a tree by thirty pound chains on the shore.  Theres gotta be something I can do.  You try to cheer them up and show them the lighter side of the situation- "At least you don't have to remember to take those retched birth control pills anymore."  Then you try to get mad and show them the reasoning behind-"He will get his!  I'll bet he has gonorrhea within a year-the slut!"  but nothing , not even scientific facts "one in FOUR marriages will disassemble within the first two years if that union was forged while one partner was cheating on their girlfriend."  But in the end, you just cry, and lose a little of yourself.  'Cuz no matter what, you forge a kind of bond with those who you are especially close with, and when they are devastated, you yourself physically feel it.   I am sorry for your hurt.  I am sorry for your pain.  I wish I could take it away-send it to the darkest reaches of the universe where a black hole will consume it and the troll within will eat it for dinner after pounding it with a mallet.  i wish.  You don't deserve this.  You are beautiful, wonderful, exciting, creative, exponential, and most of all-you are a human.  A loving, peaceful person.  I love you and I will wish and pray...
And I will ALWAYS be here...

Rich enough

June 12 means it's SUMMER!

Time for lazy days working on my tan and penning the next great novel.  I aspire for this one, more on it below, to be the one read on the rug by the light of the fireplace this winter, with a glass of wine and soft throw. 

The City Girls Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse eBook is about ready to be sent out into the interwebs.  Yay!  It will be up shortly, and I will post the link here.  It has been quite the interesting journey, and I cherish everyone I met along the way.  It is always sad to send your little ones out into the world, after you spent so much time, and shed much blood, sweat and tears over, but alas, they soon grow up and you must send them on their way in hopes they will become everything you dreamed they would...

So I began my newest venture today...  A biography and documentary about the legendary Willi BriscoeRay, better known as Coach Bumblebee. A former boxing champ and trainer of inner city youth in Seattle.  You can learn more about Bumblebee Boxing at his website and please like his Facebook Page

I also began a fiction paranormal YA novel a few years ago, and am revisiting it and making that my newest 'baby'.   Stay tuned for more...

Everyone is a house with four rooms, a physical, a mental, an emotional and a spiritual.  Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but unless we go into every room, every day, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person.