More “Some Days You Shouldn’t Talk”
- At June 24, 2013
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Roxanne Writes On
- 2
So, Pik is having a bad day. You know the kind. (In the words of Nicole Kidman’s dead soldier-husband in The Others, “Sometimes I bleed…”) And my Pik is not one to suffer in silence. I don’t know where that comes from. Must be her dad’s side. Anyway, this morning, she’s moaning about the various hardships in her life.
Pik: “I can’t predict the weather! Too hot for pants. Too cold for shorts.”
Me: “How about capris?” I’m very helpful that way.
“I’m too bloated!” she wailed. “I can’t get into them!!”
I’m feeling a touch smug, reveling in the crone-zone, glad to be done with that business. But still sympathetic, of course. Of course!
“Plus,” she added, “I’m out of my favorite tampons! Now I have to use the gross cardboard kind!”
Me: “Please. That’s the only kind I ever used.”
Pik: “Well, Mom, come on. You are a little… looser… than me.”
The image of a flag, flapping in a brisk breeze, pops into my mind. Poof. Sympathy gone.
“I meant,” I said, “that’s what I used… when I was your age.”
Pik: “Oh.”
Conversation over. Have a Happy Period. Suckah!
What Would You Do?
- At February 21, 2013
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Life, Roxanne Writes On
- 0
Life with my Mr.(Always)Right and the Saffrines has its ups and downs, naturally. Some I share here; some are hidden deep in the vault. Typical, ordinary stuff of life.
Not like this.
This will make you wonder how some parents survive…
SERENITY NOW!!
The final week of October looms ahead, and with it, Hallowe’en, which used to make me excited and these days just makes me tired.
But this year, it also makes me scared. But not for the reasons little kids get scared.
No, it’s not zombies and ghosts that scare me. Not even having those convenient, bite-sized chocolate bars around the house. It’s my October 31 deadline for the second book in my Three River Ranch series, for Entangled Publishing.
Is it ready to submit? No.
Will it be ready to submit? Yes.
On time? Hell, yes.
I haven’t missed a deadline yet and I don’t intend to start now. But dang, I wish I could work at some kind of reasonable, regular pace.
So I’m putting my nose to the grindstone, shoulder to the wheel, pen to paper, butt in chair, hands on keyboard…
… and now and then, when I comeup for air, I’ll do a little yoga. Because if ever I needed, in the words of Frank Costanza “SERENITY NOW”… it’s NOW!!!
PS: If anyone interrupts me this week, and it doesn’t involve arterial blood…. well, it will.
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