Trunk or Treat: I got fangs

The band does a Trunk or Treat every year but I had never participated until this year. I decided this was the year I was going to do it! And so I came up with this idea. I was inspired by a couple of Pinterest posts. I needed/wanted something easy to do  since I’m short on time and don’t have a lot of funds to put into something elaborate. I went to JoAnn Fabrics and spent a small fortune on red and white felt but IT WAS SO WORTH IT BECAUSE LOOK. This is the end result. My husband helped me with the sketch of the fangs. I did that first. And then I had to figure out how to make them big and get them on the white felt. So I made a pattern and used that to cut out the white felt. The tongue was super easy. As you can see, it turned out great! I was really happy with the end result. And I had a lot of compliments on it. I loved handing out candy to the little kids (siblings of the older band kids or children of the band directors) and the band kids themselves. What I that was pretty wonderful was how each and every band kid said thank you every time I put candy in their sack. These are a bunch of great, hard-working kids and they SO deserved to have some fun. Overhead: “Okay, we’ll start at the fangs and work our…

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Paying it Forward

Recently, a coworker offered me front loading washer and dryer. They were moving into a new house and the W/D came with it and they didn’t want it. The only caveat was we had to pick them up and they lived about 30 minutes away. Really no big deal. From the pictures, they looked like they were in really good shape and practically new. Mine were over a decade old and I knew the dryer was going to die at any minute. The husband loads up his truck with his moving gear and we head out on beautiful Saturday morning. I showed up with a thank you gift of wine and a restaurant gift card because in my book, it’s just rude to show up empty handed when you’re getting something like that for free. The pictures didn’t lie—they were in extremely good shape. The dryer was fairly easy to get into the back of the truck and went in first. That was probably our first mistake. The washer weighed about 300 pounds and took four people to load into the back of the truck. This thing was a monster. Oh, I should mention they came with the pedestals already attached, so I’m sure that added to the weight. So we head home. And because of the load, he took side streets so he wouldn’t have to go 60 mph on the highway. We made it! And then the issue became, how the bloody hell are we going to get…

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How to blackmail your #teenager

Over the summer, my son and I came to an understanding. He did what I wanted. He’d get to game. Teenagers aren’t the most cooperative, though. Anyone in the history of the world knows this. We were having a particularly rough battle of wills. This was before school and summer band started in full swing and I was determined to make him a little human. Or at least a little more respectful of his mother. He’d been spending an inordinate amount of time sleeping and gaming. I wanted to break that cycle. I told my husband as we were getting ready for bed to change the WiFi password. He stared at me a long moment and then said, “All right.” I think he secretly loved the idea. I should mention my husband delights in coming up with some really creative passwords. The one he came up with was very relevant to the situation at hand. Something along the lines of “be nice to your mother” will well placed special characters. The next morning, when I got up to get ready for work, I wrote a list of chores I expected the teenager to do before he could get online (see photo). This went over like a lead balloon, let me tell you. The kid was not happy at all, judging by the tone of his texts. Really, if I could have reached through the phone and throttle him, I would have. He did perform the chores I listed and sent…

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Introverts United

You probably know most writers are introverted. It’s why we picked that profession—because we can do it alone, in our homes without having to put on real clothes and no one tells us what to do (except our characters but that’s another blog post for another day). When I was a kid, I was painfully shy. I know that might be hard for people who know me well to grasp, but it’s totally true. I would rather miss out on opportunities than face people or interact with them. I was never popular and I sure as hell wasn’t the kid who would be in charge on the playground. I was a doormat for a lot of years. From elementary school through high school. I was naturally drawn to people who were more outgoing than me. These were the smart kids. The ones who were in theater. Me? I’m just the one lurking in the back of the classroom trying to get through the day without really talking to anyone. As I’ve matured (have I?) into adulthood, I’ve realized that life will pass you by if you don’t interact with people. Also, they think you’re an asshole. Or because you’re the quiet one, you’re silently plotting someone’s demise. “It’s the quiet ones you have to be wary of,” they say. Well, YEAH. That’s true. The quite ones are the ones you never know about. And if we’re a writer, we likely ARE plotting someone’s demise that pissed us off—by putting them…

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Throw Like a Girl, Cuss Like a Sailor

I’m not a girly-girl. It took me a long time to be at peace with that. No matter how hard I tried to be “girly,” it just never worked out. I hate spending time getting ready for work in the mornings. It takes me about 10 minutes to put on my make-up and maybe another 10 minutes to dry my hair. I don’t have a super fancy hair-do because, let’s face it, I’m super lazy. I want to blow and go. My hair is straight. Spending time with a curling iron is generally a waste of time because the waves never, ever hold. And I dislike hairspray, mousse, gel and any other hair product that leaves my hair feeling icky. And as far as make-up is concerned? I have no desire to stand in front of the mirror and paint my face in various stages of application (base, powder, concealer). I don’t spend a small fortune every month at the Clinique or Lancôme counter, though I can drop some serious cash at Sephora for Urban Decay eyeshadows. THEY are totally worth it. I pretty much hate shopping for clothes, even though my current wardrobe is super boring and mostly the same color. Yeah, I’m boring. The only thing I really do love are designer handbags and, well, my bank account doesn’t allow me to spend frivolous amounts of cash on them. Neither does my husband. There are a couple of women in my office who do their hair in these…

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