Monday, April 01, 2013

Foolish Monday

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Rabbit, Rabbit! No April Fool’s Day here. I don’t like pranks. They always seem mean to me, no matter how tame the prank. It just feels wrong to intentionally make someone feel like a fool. It’s like bullying to me. I have always had good ideas for pranks, though. Like for today, I thought it would have been hysterical to walk into my old job as if nothing happened and see how people would react. I once worked with this guy who used to pick on me and make comments about how big my boobs were. He was a big, goofy sort of guy. I went out and bought a huge bra and attached it to the bumper of his car. When he discovered it, he quit. I was seventeen. He was twenty-eight. I felt so guilty, I never took revenge again. I still feel guilty over it.

I’m really curious about how such ingrained and deep feelings of guilt are developed in a person. I think I have more guilty feelings than is normal. It’s excessive. I wonder if it’s a certain kind of self-centeredness. I feel guilty over everything and think that I am responsible for affecting the entire world around me as if I had control over everything.

I didn’t get my book done by the end of March. I didn’t do much of anything on my book. I have lots of excuses which is not good. Yes, things happened that were unexpected and took up lots of my time but if my writing is going to be my business and not my hobby then excuses won’t fly. All successful people have consistent persistence in common. It is the number one key to success.

It’s Camp NaNoWriMo this month. If you want to play with me, my username is goldennib. I will write 2,667 words per day on my book to reach the 50,000 by the end of the month. I know I can do that. One year, I wrote 30,000 words in a fifteen hour writing day. This is no joke. I will NOT waste this opportunity.

We had a lovely Easter. It was pleasant and the boys were excited. There were so many Easter gifts it was like Christmas. I got a beautiful plant for my sun porch from my sister-in-law and one of those AsSeenOnTV Flex-Able Hoses from my parents. The boys hunted for 132 eggs. They got kites and bubbles and tons of chocolate. We had ham with cheesy potatoes and green bean casserole for dinner with peachy Ruby Relaxers for cocktails. There were four different desserts. We have way too much food at our celebrations. It was so good, though.

QV didn’t go. He caught a very bad stomach virus. He was up all night Saturday night. I’ve finally gotten him to drink ginger ale when I got home last night and through this morning. He seems to be keeping it in.

I have the windows open. I love fresh air. It feels like it’s been years since there’s been any in the house.

My father’s 82nd birthday is Saturday. We are having a non-birthday party for him at my house on Sunday. He doesn’t want any more birthdays. I thought it would be fun if we give him his gifts wrapped in Christmas paper. He has become a bit of a gambling addict in his later years. He loves scratch offs. I’m thinking we can have a casino day.