Everyone ponders and ruminates on the perfect, catchy, clever name for their blog. I'm no different. We all want that HOOK that entices others to check us out and marvel at our pithy pondering and ingenious insights. I chose to use a derivative of MANIAC because it's synonyms include enthusiastic and fanatical, not the typical connotation of one who is a little, well, insane.
So herein, I shall pour out my heart about my passions, which are numerous. I'll rant and rave and carry on. I'll dazzle you with my thoughtful brilliance. Or . . . I'll chase you away screaming, "Run for your lives! She's a maniac!"
I have indie published the two books that are on this site and I'm so thankful for sites like Createspace.com that do the on-demand printing so there is no out-of-pocket expense for me to do so. I have a few more books I'm working on and I'm entering one of them in the Amazon.com Breakthrough Novel Contest, which I'm very excited about. Here's hoping.
It's called Grimm's Last Fairy Tale and I'll post as soon as it is published.
Anyway, today's musing: I was thinking today about women. I am not a man-basher and don't allow the practice of man-bashing in my presence. But as my wise daughters have taught me, sometimes you just need your women. It could be the women in your family or a group of friends. But women need women that they can call on when they need comfort or consoling. I remember when my first marriage was falling apart. I was devastated and this amazing group of friends I had--we called ourselves the Luncheon Committee--invited me out to lunch and told me about ways they would have him killed. We were not serious, but it was a great release. It was nothing against his gender as a whole, just against him and the grave injustices he dispensed on me and my children.
When one of my daughters was nearing the end of her pregnancy, she had decided that she didn't want her mother-in-law in the room with her. We schemed and devised ways to get her out when the birth was imminent. She just wanted her husband, myself, and her older sister there. So when the time came, we had clued the nurse to come in and dismiss everyone. Then, as everyone was leaving the room, she yelled, "Sis, mom, hold on a minute. I want to talk to you."
It was perfect. The mom-in-law headed to the waiting room, assuming we would be there shortly. We remained behind to get her through her task at hand. The unfortunate part of the situation is that her husband, who was called out to talk to his mother, was kept out there for some time as she tried to save his soul. He did, however, make it for the birth and it was a lovely event for all of us. Sometimes, you just need your women and only your women.
I naively thought that having my husband as my best friend was a great idea and neglected many opportunities to bond with friends. No matter how wonderful a marriage is, one should still have friends that they can rant to about the man they would never consider leaving, but who, nonetheless, can be as annoying as the day is long.
Conversely, however, I must say that men need their men as well. And we, as women, need to understand that and not only allow it, but encourage it. Friends can talk you through things, listen without judgment, and encourage the best in you. So ladies, here's to our women!
So herein, I shall pour out my heart about my passions, which are numerous. I'll rant and rave and carry on. I'll dazzle you with my thoughtful brilliance. Or . . . I'll chase you away screaming, "Run for your lives! She's a maniac!"
I have indie published the two books that are on this site and I'm so thankful for sites like Createspace.com that do the on-demand printing so there is no out-of-pocket expense for me to do so. I have a few more books I'm working on and I'm entering one of them in the Amazon.com Breakthrough Novel Contest, which I'm very excited about. Here's hoping.
It's called Grimm's Last Fairy Tale and I'll post as soon as it is published.
Anyway, today's musing: I was thinking today about women. I am not a man-basher and don't allow the practice of man-bashing in my presence. But as my wise daughters have taught me, sometimes you just need your women. It could be the women in your family or a group of friends. But women need women that they can call on when they need comfort or consoling. I remember when my first marriage was falling apart. I was devastated and this amazing group of friends I had--we called ourselves the Luncheon Committee--invited me out to lunch and told me about ways they would have him killed. We were not serious, but it was a great release. It was nothing against his gender as a whole, just against him and the grave injustices he dispensed on me and my children.
When one of my daughters was nearing the end of her pregnancy, she had decided that she didn't want her mother-in-law in the room with her. We schemed and devised ways to get her out when the birth was imminent. She just wanted her husband, myself, and her older sister there. So when the time came, we had clued the nurse to come in and dismiss everyone. Then, as everyone was leaving the room, she yelled, "Sis, mom, hold on a minute. I want to talk to you."
It was perfect. The mom-in-law headed to the waiting room, assuming we would be there shortly. We remained behind to get her through her task at hand. The unfortunate part of the situation is that her husband, who was called out to talk to his mother, was kept out there for some time as she tried to save his soul. He did, however, make it for the birth and it was a lovely event for all of us. Sometimes, you just need your women and only your women.
I naively thought that having my husband as my best friend was a great idea and neglected many opportunities to bond with friends. No matter how wonderful a marriage is, one should still have friends that they can rant to about the man they would never consider leaving, but who, nonetheless, can be as annoying as the day is long.
Conversely, however, I must say that men need their men as well. And we, as women, need to understand that and not only allow it, but encourage it. Friends can talk you through things, listen without judgment, and encourage the best in you. So ladies, here's to our women!