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She's Animated

Animated is code for happily inebriated in my family. My husband, RJ changed the meaning when he described me as animated on our second date.  Our first date was a blind date. (Maybe that explains it.) Animated is three to five drinks away from drunk. In our family, drunk is code for back to Al-Anon.

Animated is also code for cranky. I’ve been cranky all week.  My cranky kick-off was an in-service notification I received Monday about a Human Trafficking Seminar next month. Legal Services of Southern Missouri, sponsors of the seminar, state human trafficking is a serious issue affecting SWMO and “The word “slave” seems irrelevant in the Ozarks, but it’s not.”

It’s not enough for a hillbilly to make meth, beat his wife, abuse and neglect his kids? He has to have a sex slave, too?
 
Tuesday. The election. More crankiness and a little animation. I couldn’t control anything, including Red Room bloggers, whom I was convinced would blog about the election.   

Wednesday.  Post election. Highly animated and cranky. I also realized my ninety day probationary period in Red Room ended on October 22nd.  Nobody noticed. Not even me. I  gave myself an 81%. I didn’t deserve an A—no trophy.  I didn’t go viral, either, although I think I had a virus. It felt like day 7 of the 7 day flu—I rolled out of bed, relieved I was better, took a step and sat back down on my bed. My muscles were shaking.  I was lightheaded and felt half sick. Why am I complaining? I feel like this every day.

Thursday. Another KILLING FROST was predicted.  I didn’t care. I sacrificed most of my plants last week to save the fruit in preparation of the KILLING FROST, which didn't happen. Last night we harvested the red tip and romaine in preparation for the KILLING FROST and had a beautiful, savory salad for dinner.
 
Friday. The KILLING FROST was a Light Freeze. Flowers are still blooming. Broccholi is still living. The lettuce is resting in our refrigerator.

In the midst of a very animated week, I managed to submit work to two publications. There must be optimism somewhere because I’m looking forward to my rejection letters. Maybe I’ll get some nice ones.

Jules

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Funny

You are FUNNY!

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Funny...

Funny ha ha or funny strange? Funny dry or so you think you're funny?

How 'bout I shut up?

(By the way...thank you.)

Jules

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Thats it

Funny, just darn FUNNY, don't quite know how else to say it!!!

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So that's what it is

Man, I didn't know it, but I've been feeling animated and cranky since, oh, 1997.

Good luck on those pitches, Jules. Maybe you'll be surprised and have happy reasons to get a different kind of animated.

Best,

Chris

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A Slider

Thanks, Chris

I studied my Writer's Market for six hours today before I submitted two  articles. It's like DateanEditor.com  

As of today, I could receive six or seven rejection and/or acceptance letters and all the combinations therein. (Actually, as of a month to three months from now. Those editors are slow readers.)

Jules

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I used to say I knew I

I used to say I knew I wasn't working hard enough unless I wasn't getting at least a rejection letter a day. That was back when editors were at least considerate enough to actually send rejection letters.

It is maddening, isn't it. But persevere. Your stuff's great. Keep on truckin'.

Chris  

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Made me animated...

funny, funny, funny. Reading this was just what I needed with horizontal rain 4 days running here in Ireland.

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Animated Irish

Four days of rain makes me...I was going to say insane...too rhymey.

Isn't Ireland known for rainy spells, like Seattle? Accounts for the verdant, green hills?

My great-grandfather, Granville James Boyle, came to America in his early twenties at the turn of the century. He grew up on Liz Moore Castle Farms in County Waterford. So I'm an Irish lass (at least a quarter of me is.)

My mom's been back to visit the cousins. I hope to go someday.

Sandra, I'm always happy to help with animation.

Jules

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Visiting the Cousins

Well you are welcome to come and stay with us any time (if we last..). Apart from the rain you have to put up with Ronan our cat who is very demanding (and uses the human toilet, you have to wait in line sometimes)... but we have tons of space :-)

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Rewind

Ha! just read this again, might have laughed a bit more this time around. Not sure if its how you make light of your own daily plight or your amusement with your disconcerting surroundings. Either way its haha! funny and strange, in a good way, hilarious. Sorry to say it is terribly sunny out here is Southern California, lot of fruits and nuts but we do have good weather

I think you're going to surprise yourself with responses you get from your work in the near future. I don't have a crystal ball but I have been known to guess with pinpoint precision on occasion!!!

Hope Saturday and Sunday went well!!

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No rejection here

Can't you tell we love it? Don't stop believin' ... sung to the tune of "Don't Stop Believin' ..."

Barb

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Singing

I'm glad I don't have to sing "Don't Stop Believin'" to some other tune, like "Do you Believe in Magic?"

That's more than my pain-filled, pain-pilled, muscle-relaxed brain can handle.

What is the "it" we love?

Jules

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My goodness

Yesterday I walked around humming '"don't stop believin" Now I'm afraid I'll be skipping to" do you believe in magic" No safe place to hide!! You guys are both busting me up here!

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"It" is, of course ...

... your writing!!!! (Is that enough exclamation points?)

Jules, I'm glad you and Ron are both singing or humming, "Do you believe in believing," or alternatively, "Don't stop believing in magic." And I know the pain is making you sarcastic. I can handle it.

Barb

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The Pain?

Barb, I honestly didn't get that "it" was my writing. I appreciate your confidence and "I Believe in You" too.

And, yes, of course it is the pain making me sarcastic. I wouldn't know how to be sarcastic without it.

Jules

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Thats it !

Pain breeds sarcasm!"
Really, that's funny?" you think as you're hunched over holding your back watching the little gypsy finagle coins from all the fascinated onlookers.. "How about I take your monkey and wrap it and it's leash around you and your accordion and glue his little hat onto your nose. Now thats funny" People turn and look at you as you are gingerly easing your position into the park bench. At first your thinking "have you never seen a women struggle to sit down before?" then you realize your last murmur "oh I'd put a coin in the damn primates cup for that, yeah, that would be funny" is actually audible and intelligible enough for all of the organ-grinders audience to hear. Your right, that's funny!

How is your back? Better I hope!

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Organ Grinder

Ron,

Thanks for asking...my back feels like there's an organ grinder in there.

Going to the hospital Monday for an outpatient procedure; transforaminal selective epidural nerve root block. I won't be awake during the procedure. Phew.

But that means I'll miss the dancing monkeys.

Jules

 

 

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Ah!

I feel for you. I don't want to ask if its necessary but I hope its all good. Let me know how it goes.