Let’s face fact the middle class can’t catch an even break. I finally get home for the week only to find out I have to sign up for the great white hope of America. ( yes I as m being very sarcastic)
I have a really bad case of allergies. My van has a recall on it. And Obama Care turned me down.
I have no local Dr. My highly appreciative six month term health is threatening to turn me off. Because I can’t get into my doctor who is never in his office.
So I don’t care whether try out think our dear pres is the great white hope.
He has screwed this country. If you don’t like my opinion. Don’t read my blog.
Because he and the democrats/ no let me correct that. I firmly believe he thinks he is doing a great job. I will defend his right to his beliefs. But I reserve the right to tell him to take a long walk off a short very deep hole. So I can throw the first shovel of dirt on top of him.
I spent a total of eight hours trying to get health insurance being hung up on a total of four times before I even got to talk to anyone.
To quote westside story. Officer Krumpke krump you. Mr. Obama please apply this to you.
Today started with a fast trip to go to Missouri for my job. But I got to where I was to pick up and the freight wasn’t there.(I haul for a package company. Within 300 miles of Indianapolis) So seems the load they sent me after had been sent out the day before on a national logistics company. It had arrived and been signed for by 11:21 this morning. Before they had even contacted me but the message had not got to the right people.
So I go to the the home office e where they tell me that they don’t have anything. So I get almost home to find out they have a load if I want it going up by Fort Wayne. So I go back get the package at rush hour and head North.
Traffic is horrific I get into bumper to bumper traffic and have to hit my brakes to keep from hitting the guy in front of me, who is avoiding the semi in front of him. But the girl behind me doesn’t see me hit my brakes. So she hits me.
So I spend the next hour dealing with the paperwork and the cop. Who puts the wrong insurance down on the report.( that is going to be a hassle to straighten)
Then I spend another hour trying to get past the local concert venue that must have had a Really Big Show( to quote Ed Sullivan)
So I get to my destination only 28 mins late. (The customer wasn’t upset thank goodness.
And I get back into town just in time to deal with the traffic from the concert that has just let out.
So what makes this a blessed day?
Well the customers were not Unhappy they each got the packages they needed. Both will use us again.
As far as they accident I go e praise to God for no one getting hurt. In that traffic it could have been a massacre.
And I truly hope the concert was good for as much traffic that was going to and from it.
So I guess it’s a matter of perspective. What I learned was don’t panic and give God the praise even when the worst is happening. It will work out one way or another.
Maybe not the way you want but it will work out.
I stay in contact with one or two younger authors that are just starting out. One asked me not to use her name she has her contract but has not picked the name she is using to publish under yet. And the second woman like me Isn’t worried about things.
The debate in question was and I quote “Why is it so hard for new authors to get reviews to help them out. Jane told me that she can’t even get her sister to read her book. And Terri (the lady with the contract) said that she had lots of critique buddies so she has lots of review help.
In my own experience I seem to have people that are buying my book but don’t want to help by putting up a review? I have even gone as far as (like any author) and bought the books and sent the books out for review and still nothing.
Jane believes that it is because family don’t want to believe that the person has done well. Terri thinks it’s pure shock that a new author has got the contract to begin with.
Well I don’t have critique partners because I drove semi and never got to join a critique group because I never felt it was right that someone would help me and then me not be able to participate fully with the group.
So how does one motivate people to review?
Time money and effort or pure tenacity?
Thoughts, discussion or how about a mud flinging contest?
There are so many things that I could use right now. But here is a list that matters most.
My Faith in Our Lord Jesus to be stronger with each passing day.
Everyone to have a safe and prosperous year, (military, Government and anyone that is ill)
For the unemployed to find jobs (those without jobs, those coming out of school those waiting on their certifications.)
Everyone to have their dreams come true. Be it writer’s getting their first story Sold, or taking that trip to climb Mount Everest. Go live those dreams.
May our Children know that a) their parents love them, B.) I f they have left home may they find their way back home and Those that are missing be remembered for ever.
May our Parents that are ill either physically or in some cases mentally find the health they need, and may they also realize that their families love them.
Yes I could make be noise about what I need. But what I need. may sound over used and folks Christmas is over But I’m going to say it anyway.
Let’s have some Peace on Earth and Good will to men. Bless us all everyone.~ thank you Charles Dickens.
This weekend things happened that I can not begin to say 1.) I understand and 2.) want to understand. The hurt that the families are feeling from the explosion on the south side of Indianapolis is beyond devastating. A beloved teacher from a local elementary school was killed in it along with her husband and the saddest part of it is no one knows for sure why the explosion that leveled two house and did maybe millions of dollars in damages even happened. 29 -35 homes are totally destroyed, damaged beyond repair, or will have to have major renovations. These people are without homes, their pets, their simple life necessities. The community is pulling together and starting to see about clean up.
The same night that the devastation happened a childhood’s friend found out that his son committed suicide. I have tried to get my head around the families loss. I can’t begin to know what they are going through. I wouldn’t even begin to try to say to these people that I do. The loss of a brother, son, father, husband, nephew would only be unimaginable in my mind. How can some one be so close to you and not know what they were feeling so they could be helped. I wish I could say I understand I just don’t. It is a horrible thing to be hurting so bad you can’t explain it to others.
So Kim, Ralph, Sheena, Angie, I would include his wife and child’s name but I don’t know what they are. I pray for each of you. I hope that you find the answers you need. May God Be with each and every one of you.
I offer an apology for not understanding. But please know that I am with you in thoughts and prayers.