Miss Delacourt Has Her Day  

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Phew! I finally got that chicka married off! That's Heidi-speak for I "finished writing Miss D Two!" Yay! Can you believe I wrote the last third of the book (about 20,000 words) since I quit blogging? (It might look like I'm blogging now but don't believe it.) I love and miss you guys but I am so happy to get that done! I finished it on Friday so I beat my June 21st completion date by two days. Woo hoo! To celebrate, I am selling off my surplus of Miss Delacourt Speaks Her Mind for $18.00 which includes shipping (as long as supplies last). (I've always wanted to say that-it sounds so official.) If you are wishful to buy (I like that one too) email me at write2me@heidiashworth.com and we'll work out the details.
Meanwhile, the Middle Child has been smiling (though, sadly, not for the camera), I'm loving having The Spouse at home for the summer and my flowers are loving life. I have a little bit of tweaking to do before I submit Miss Delacourt Has Her Day to my editor and there are still those trellises to paint . . . any volunteers? (Seriously, though, thanks sooooooooooo much for all the prayers, emails and encouragement!)

Bitten By The Bug Of Perfectionism  

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I’m not blogging at the present time in spite of this post you’re even now reading (you are reading this, right?) However, my contract with BlogHer requires me to post once a week. I had pretty much decided to get rid of the ads but then I GOT PAID. It’s only the second time I've seen money in the eight months I’ve had ads in my blog and it was mere pennies. Yet. Pennies do add up to dollars (should you leave them in your hand long enough to accumulate. Woe is me.) So, now I’m waffling (and blogging). (Plus, Lisa asked me to post once in a while and say how things are going here at the Hellevator and I really should do as she asks as well as link to her as often as possible since she is one of the half dozen or so people required to teach me how to link to stuff.) (True story.)

Meanwhile, I am re-evaluating the whole blogging thing (which isn't to say you should). However, the thought of never blogging again makes me feel panicky. Yet, the thought of blogging at the same level I was before makes me feel panicky. In fact, every scenario I can think of in between makes me feel panicky. The only time I feel calm is when I don’t think about it at all. I’m such a mass of insecurities.

However, I must say, blogging has taught me much! For example . . .

1. I’m not terribly funny when my blood sugar is low.
2. Eating lots of sugar in order to be funny (or to even attempt it) makes your rear fat.

3. Ditto for sitting at the computer all day long.
4. No matter how good you (think you) are there is always room for improvement.

5. Inspiration always seems to strike when your hands are covered with chicken fat or are melting chocolate or engaging in any other equally inconvenient activity. (I am so making lunch as we so-to-speak.)
6. (Most) children are wayyyyyyyyyy capable of “getting it themselves” (Big Guy excluded).
7. It’s possible for children to learn to despise technology (as long as they think you love it more than them).
8. Houses do not clean themselves. Not even sometimes. (Talk about inflexible!)


Meanwhile, things are looking up. The Middle Child is feeling better (thanks so much for all of your prayers--do you think now you can step it up and pray that she starts smiling once in a while? Thanks!) . . .


***********Middle School Graduation Day for the "I AM smiling!" Middle Child**************
. . . my new meds are kicking in, and things are getting done! The last of the annuals are all planted, all of the blog contest giveaway items are PACKED UP and holding their collective breath until they get to go for a ride in the car to the post office AND I am 1,400 words away from reaching my goal for MD2 (though it’s going to take more like 6,000 to finish the story. Miss D must have her day!) (Click "her day" to see Ginny's wedding dress . . .)

Beware The Hellevator  

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Whilst busily occupied trying to convince the Middle Child that life is worth living via many trips to the mall, the movies, the munchie-factories and the mental doctor, and casually inserting comments into countless conversations regarding unrequited love such as “dying by your own hand is WRONG and BAD and worse yet, STUPID, because if you were to do that, you would go straight to Hell via the "Hellevator” (thanks Big Guy for the cool new word---coming soon to a dictionary near you!) (which of course I don’t believe is true when you are young and your brain chemistry is addled but I am heartily invested in making sure she believes it because DUH!) I have been thinking about blogging. Or more precisely, not blogging.

Perhaps a few of you have noticed that I haven’t been around. Like, at all. So, no, it’s not just you I haven’t been visiting (just in case you were feeling personally rejected). I have a lot of anxiety about blogging and coupled with this malfunctioning thyroid thing and the Middle Child thing and plain ol’ being run ragged, I just haven’t had the time or energy or brain-power to blog. However, I realize I have left some of you hanging with the Situation around here so I just wanted to assure you that all of us here at Dunhaven Place are still amongst the land of the living.

Meanwhile, I miss you all so much! I hope to be blogging again just as soon as the MC is out of danger. And my book is finished and my thyroid is functioning and I finish planting my flowers in the yard. And I paint my trellises.

And I mail the stuff people won in the contest in APRIL.

And the dishes. I really ought to do think about doing those . . .(so don’t hold your breath—unless, of course, you live here, in which case it’s pretty much the only way to get through the kitchen without passing out . . .)


P.S. I wrote 4,100 words on Miss D Two on Tuesday. Is it weird that it makes me feel slightly dirty?

My Favorite Joke And Yours  

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There once was a preacher who realized he was boring his congregation. One day he saw a sign advertising a seminar for preachers who had lost their sparkle and decided that he would give it a try. The teacher of the class, also a preacher, suggested a great joke for faithful men everywhere and it went like this. “All of my life I have lain in the arms of only two women.” Well, this certainly got the preacher’s attention. The punch line went: “My wife and my mother!” The preacher thought this was hilarious and decided it would be a great joke for him to use in his next sermon.

The happy day arrived and the preacher stood at the pulpit and faced his audience. He felt a little nervous about telling the joke but decided to forge ahead. “All of my
life, I have lain in the arms of only two women!” This certainly got the attention the preacher had hoped for. In fact, people seemed rather startled and it made him so nervous that he became a bit discombobulated. As he looked around the room noting the looks of anticipation on the faces of the congregation, he said, “One of them was my wife, and . . . darn it! I can’t remember who the other one was!”

(The above is my favorite joke, probably because it was told to me by my 82 year old father who has heard every joke ever written (about 81 times). It isn’t often that a joke impresses him but he laughed so hard telling this one, we were both in tears before he even got to the punch line. For months afterwards, all I had to do was think of that last line and I laughed until I cried. In other words, if you didn’t find it terribly funny, I don’t care. He’s my father, dang it, and he’s 82 years old!)

Here are the best jokes sent by my faithful readers. You know—the ones who really care. (JK. Actually, they don’t really care, either.) (JK) (For reals this time) (And thanks so much for the loving emails and virtual hugs and the insistence that you would bring/send chocolate cake if only you lived closer/had any kind of will-power at all whatsoever.)

P.S. No, we did not dress up like vampires for our engagement picture or for any other occasion except for Halloween of 1982. (In point of fact, I lied.) (gasp!) The next year we went as Pinkie and Blue Boy.

From Becky at Scripture Mom: A Frenchman walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder. The bartender says, "Wow! Where did you get him?" The parrot says, "Well, there's millions of them in Paris."


From Wendy Kae at Baxter and the Bonz': California vintners in the Napa Valley area, which primarily produce Pinot Blanc, Pinot Noir and Pinot Grigio wines, have developed a new hybrid grape that acts as an anti-diuretic. It is expected to reduce the number of trips older people have to make to the bathroom during the night. The new wine will be marketed as "Pino More". (I heard it through the grapevine!)

From Sabrina at Superfluous: A Dolphin goes to visit a fortune teller and asks: Can you please tell me my Porpoise in life?

From Melanie J. at Write Stuff: What goes “ha, ha, ha, ha, thunk!”? A man laughing laughing his head off.

From Kim of Temporary?Insanity: "I was working in Seattle, where it's constantly overcast. When I looked up the five-day weather forecast on AOL, it said, "Duh." - Frances Dilorinzo

And the winner is . . .from Heather of The Extraordinary Ordinary: “I think you look really beautiful in the vampire picture in your last post.” (Give her a virtual round of applause people b/c, clearly, she’s hysterical!)

(Both my daughter and I are feeling much better and I am pretty sure it has to be the prayers, because, let's face it, the jokes just aren’t that great.) (In other words, an extra big thank you for the prayers!)

I Really Should Have Eaten It Straight Out Of The Can  

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It’s hard to be hot when dealing with end-of-the-school-year preparations that rival the stress of Christmas, a school teacher spouse who has report cards to get out, a dog full of those sharp, sticky weeds, a gravely depressed teenager (pun intended. Oh, what a card am I!), the Big Guy ('nuff said) a looming-ever-faster (albeit self-imposed) book deadline, a malfunctioning thyroid gland resulting in an ever-slowing metabolism and major, ever-growing financial stress. It’s enough to send me to huddle in a dark corner whilst gibbering and biting my nails ‘til they bleed beneath a sign that reads:
Will emerge for chocolate (and a really good joke).

(Do you have one? I really good joke, I mean? Email me your (clean) jokes at write2me@heidiashworth.com. I’ll post my favorite with a link to your blog on Wednesday. Meanwhile, you can send the chocolate to:

Heidi Ashworth
Dark Corner Littered With Detritus Of Nails
One Joke Shy Of Madness.

And make it Costco Chocolate Cake, ‘kay?)