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Holy Freakin' Crap! For the third time, this Reunion outfit has spammed my ENTIRE EMAIL list and even my blog! Unbelievable. This is so humiliating. It takes approx. 3/4 minute to delete one entry from my so-called "friends," and I've spent over 3 hours deleting less than 100 entries, with 700+ to go. People keep emailing me asking, "what's with reunion?"

They're marketers, so go to the bottom and opt out if you get one of these missives. Ah god, editors, agents, classmates, co-workers, professional contacts, fellow writers, 830+ strong. People I would really rather not annoy or have my name conjure up a bad image. I may set my hair on fire.

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Sour Grapes About Sarah

I have to confess. I'm jealous of Sarah and mad as hell that no one nominated ME for VP. After all, I was a PTA president, ran a lot of charity benefits (people and organizational skills). For fifteen years I was a project leader in an IT department. Technology! Organization! Difficult people skills.

Lots of trips to Europe, speak German and dabs of French and Spanish. Hey, I have even read Proust. Ergo, good international skills. Once I even confronted East German customs officials.

Hmmm. What else? Yeah, I'm a mother, but my philosophy of motherhood is that any woman whe can lie still for a few moments can become a mother. Motherhood qualifies you for ah--people skills, detail oriented, well, those have been covered already. Cleaning up vomit doesn't count, does it?

I wrote five books. Granted they are computer crime mysteries, and that and ten cents will get you zilch. But doesn't that show attention to detail and big picture person. As well as someone who can work independently with butt planted in chair?

For the "common touch," I like to garden, pet my cats and I cook up a hell of a meal of fried spam, canned peas and macaroni and cheese from the box.

Onceupon a time I served on the boy scout troup committee. Also a great Books Leader. Oh! I forgot. Sorry, no one reads great books anymore. People read--no, people don't read.

Sheep! I can herd sheep, because I can herd cats. Haven't we become a nation of sheep? BAAA!

My parents passed on a love of watching someone else fish.

Native American Blood! Cherokee and something the Canadian French intermarried with--starts with an "A." Not Abysinnian.

Conservative roots: Mennonites! Another great grandpa rode a mule through North Georgia preaching the gospel. Six uncles in the military, no make that seven. Another uncle built Boeing Bombers as did the aunt. Two uncles worked on the railroad. Mother from Kansas. Grandpa who chased Pancho Villa! On a mule! Obviously no elephants in the family. Hmmm. Same grandpa had a still in North Georgia. Those North Georgian roots are pretty interesting.

My Mom was a personage in Denver Republican politics. Ah, there's the elephant. But I don't think the Republicans would have me. Move over, Joe.

Hey, I got creds, real creds. So how come I haven't been, you know, nominated? What kind of country is this, anyhow?

Think I'll go read some Proust. Yeah.

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Luckiest Woman Alive

Everyday I win a couple lotteries. Today, I hit the jackpot and won 5, count 'em five. Nor only that, but there are at least half a dozen Nigerians per day who are willing to pay big bucks for my compassion and assistance.

You know, of course, that I am talking of SPAM. My email address gets harvested by every spammer/scammer known on the net. Bah, humbug. I do worry about those who actually open those emails and find themselves conned.

In our household, we've always had a healthy (heh heh) liking for SPAM, sliced and fried until brown and served with tiny canned peas and Kraft Macaroni and Cheese in a box. This meal is the perfect antidote to any food snobbery that might be lurking in the raddichio. Naturally we buy low-salt Spam.

Once an adult male relative (AMR) was unexpectedly visited by a friend of ours, and alas, there was no food in the house and she was at the door at dinnertime. Did he falter? Nope. He opened a can of SPAM, scored it like a ham, poked cloves into the scoring, made a nice glaze of mustard and brown sugar and baked it up. She said it was good. You just need the right about of Sang Froid to pull off a thing like that.

After all the whining and bitching and moaning I've done lately, an agent wrote today asking for the full manuscript to World of Mirrors. He had liked the first 30 pages, and so obviously the query and/or the synopsis did not send him running for the hills. Hope ye olde printer will be up for one more big run.

It is hot and humid and the mosquitoes are bad bad bad. We have a bunch of very tiny goslings in the slough. Have seen the geese feeding down there all spring. I hope that they will be all right. There were two goslings with their ma by the side of the road on route 140 in a very bad spot, where traffic isn't likely to stop. I have seen geese with young 'uns in some crazy places.

Big Mama, aka Maggie, the largest of the Highland Scottish cows looks preggers again. She is still nursing the calf from late last fall.

I always find something to worry about. So it goes.

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