These spam comments I get are meshugah! (Yeah, I know, mixing my metaphoric languages.)
“This is my first time i stop in here. I create so innumerable absorbing stuff in your blog especially its discussion. From the tons of comments on your articles, I imagine I am not the just individual having all the joy here! keep up the good work.”
Honey, I hope you are not the just individual having all the joy here!
Nope, the truth is, I have all the joy here! My best friends are my fellow authors, to know you is to love you - and then there’s Chris from Stumbling Over Chaos, who joins in when she can and posts the most delightful pictures of her hilarious cats over at her site. Hey Chris - when I pull my cat Yoshi’s ears back, he’s the spitting image of King Tut! I swear King Tut has been reincarnated as my cat!
Last night hubby came to bed, where I was all snuggled up with our German shepherd, and he asked me a loaded question - Who do you like better, me or the dog?
What could I say? I told him the truth. I like you both the same…I love all my family and that includes my pets. I know, right? Yo estoy muy loca. Fortunately, hubby has known me since I was fourteen and he understands me better than anyone.
I’ve always preferred animals to people. Animals don’t disappoint in the same way people do. I’m also not afraid of wild animals except for sharks and grizzly bears. When I hike in isolated areas, it’s not mountain lions I’m concerned about. It’s the occasional creepy guy I run into. Thus the amazingly powerful dog by my side.
Continuing this rambling post, here’s what I think. Once upon a time, I got my daughter a little brown pet mouse and she named him Chocolate. She carried Chocolate everywhere - in a pocket. He was a really smart guy who never pooped in her pocket and acted remarkably human. He was a sweet, kind, gentle mouse. After Chocolate died, we found Kitty, a young cat who gave birth to kittens in the same daughter’s closet. From the moment Norman was born, we knew he was Chocolate reincarnated. Chocolate got to move up the karmic ladder! Norman lived for fourteen years and after he died, I wondered if he’d come back as a dog, but no, he decided to return to us in cat form - you know, cats are a very highly developed life form - Rico, one of our twin black kitties, is Norman. When we look into his eyes, it’s Norman looking back. Rico’s brother Yoshi, on the other hand, is King Tut.
I’m not close to many people outside of my family - my family by definition includes humans and animals. The most remarkable thing about writing romance and blogging about it, is that I’ve made so many friends online. I have met great people, authors and readers and bloggers. When I meet them in real life, as I met Anny Cook, it’s amazing.
According to Dan Buettner in his book, The Blue Zones, a sense of community contributes to good health and long life. I’m not much into the community where I live, nor am I into any of the communities where I previously lived, but I do feel a sense of community and kinship with you.
Yup. I am not the just individual having joy here!
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Chocolate in my pocket. That just sounds adorable and rhyme-y depending on your pronunciation of Chocklate.
Also, I am just of having all the joy here too and I can’t wait to see you in person. Three months, baby! PS. Remember a long time ago when you were jogging with your pooch and you think he scared away an attacker on the trail? What happened with that when you called it in?
I didn’t ‘think’ he scared away an attacker, he ‘did’ scare away an attacker. Anybody who’d go after someone with a German shepherd is insane or on major drugs! Many having all the joy cops came but they couldn’t find him. However, I think he moved on to another park where I’ve heard about sightings of a guy in a ski mask.
Chocolate was such a good mouse…sigh…
Maybe I’ll try to see you sooner?
LOLOLOL!!! “having all the joy cops” Now THERE’S a visual. I see prancing be-uniformed cops, 12 leaping footpads, 11 dancing trafficers, 10 twirling detectives… and a having joy Chief of Polii-iiice!”
Plus GRRRRRRRR, RUFFF at the attacker. Good boy!
Yeah!!! Come see me sooner. Don’t know what we’ll do, but July is wide open.
Heh, being reincarnated as a cat probably sounded good to him, since cats were still revered as gods back then…
Mia, it was kinda like that - one of the cops waded across the creek (water up to his waist), another cop got his patrol car stuck in the mud so I had to push him out…but they were very nice about the whole thing. Filled with joy!
July is booked for me until later in the month. How might that be?
Chris - especially if you get reincarnated into my house! I’m a slave to my cats!
Works for me! August does too. September is the conference so by then, I’d suffer through a wait until I got to see you.
Okay what conference are you two meeting at? I’m jealous. I want to meet you both.
As for the commentor - umm, I just don’t know.
I remember your dog scaring off the attacker. Gotta love animals.
Authors After Dark, New Jersey. Registration is going to close soon. Any chance you’ll make it Amber? Would love to meet you in person.
Imagine the craziness we could all have together. heh heh heh.