Weekend Shenanigans

Thought I would give you all a good laugh and tell you about my face plant yesterday. I should give you some background first on a previous incident I had. I'm not the most graceful person in the world, ya know?

So about a month ago, I was leaving for work and realized I'd forgotten my cell near the head of my bed. I tried to reach forward to get it. I had one knee up on the bed, it slipped and thus so did I. I fell ribs first into the corner of my mattress. THEN to top THAT off, I fell backwards against my dresser with my hip and lower back...yes the exact area where I previously had two surgeries. Fun times!

Which brings us to yesterday...

This time I was going to hop up on my bed to relax while watching t.v. The space next to my bed is very limited because of a dresser so I was climbing up from the bottom of the bed...WITH a piece of Casa de Fruta peach pie in one hand. Somehow my foot got caught up on the comforter that was hanging off the end of the bed and I feel literally face first into my bed. Almost like a belly flop. I could've caught myself but that would've meant flying pie and I was not about to give up that pie. I almost went face first into it, however. Narrow miss. I hurt my foot and back but I saved the pie.

And now something completely unrelated...

My hubby went to take out the trash to the communal dumpster, which is located inside a man-made dumpster holder shed looking thingee. The trash was overflowing. He noticed something dark at the front and proceeded to try to push it in with the bag he was holding, thinking it was just some garbage. THEN the thing moved and started to turn around as he was pushing it. He did not waste any time trying to figure out what it was but came inside and told me. I, of course, had to investigate because that is just what I do. As I opened my front door a cute little raccoon face popped over the top of the dumpster. I spied another snout coming out of the bottom of the dumpster area. My hubby had actually been pushing a raccoon into the dumpster! I can't believe they didn't clobber him!

Alas, these are things that would only happen to me and mine...

Cheers!

On Poetry...and Publishing?

Ok, so here I am on a Monday holiday, still in bed, just woke up, pondering...

So here is my dilemma...

I wrote a poem for my Grandpa to be read at his memorial service this past Saturday. My Aunt Wendy read it beautifully as I didn't have the guts to do so. Plus it sounded so much nicer with her lovely English accent. It couldn't have been done any better.

Several family members have asked for a copy of the poem which I am glad to share. My mom thinks I should try to get it published. Part of me wants it out there for people to hear, as I think it may resonate with them in times of sorrow. And if I'm completely honest with myself, I think its really good and I want it out there for the world to see. But part of me wants to keep it private as it is something special written just for my Gramps. I put the only paper copy of it in the box with his ashes to be buried with him. I also don't want it to be critiqued and torn apart; I don't think I could handle that.

I'm entering a writing contest with a deadline of May 1st, so I have some time to figure this out. I think what I really need to do is pray about it. I love the idea of it being out there and honoring my Gramps, but I hate the idea of it becoming commercial like some of the so-called holidays. I'm torn, plain and simple.

I would love to hear your feedback...

On Life...and Death

It's been a busy weekend, for sure. Saturday was my Gramps' memorial service. There was one at the cemetery here in Monterey and one at Casa De Fruta where he lived. It was great seeing family I hadn't seen in ages, but my heart is heavy today. I finally went into my heritage genealogy site and put his date of death, something I'd been thinking of doing for a couple weeks but couldn't quite bring myself to do until now. It seems so final putting that date in.

I am so unsocial that I always try to avoid family functions, yet when I actually do go to one, I have such a great time. I don't know what my problem is. I've realized there are some family members I would really like to get to know better. And I intend to do it! Beware, family!

Today I met with my writing cohort, Courtney, to discuss goals and contests to enter. She is such a great writer, a true inspiration to me. I keep having "false starts" in my writing. I can write a great intro but I never finish ANYTHING! Courtney has given me the task of writing between 2 to 4 pages by Wednesday when we next meet up. Now I just need to find some inspiration! Maybe I need coffee. I'm determined to start something...TONIGHT! If nothing else, at least I have a blog post to show for it, right?