Cast Away

Today marks five weeks of having this blasted cast on my right arm, and tomorrow will be the unveiling. Or as I call it, my Tom Hanks experience--hence, cast away. I am placing myself on a "deserted island" so I can bang out the edits, pages, and newsletter that have been vying for my attention since February.

I had to have X-rays last week that my doctor should have in hand tomorrow morning. I have no clue as to whether or not I'll require surgery--hopefully not--or have to wear a brace--better than the alternative. Either way I am going to push for NO CAST! Keep your fingers crossed, send good karma, and pray for me!

Five lbs of This Makes 20 lbs of That

For my birthday, my dad sent down a 5 lb Hershey's Chocolate bar. He knows my *addiction* need for chocolate is so I *keep from choking people* stay sweet. Mind you, 5 lbs of this:



Makes 20 lbs of that:

And Hershey’s Chocolate really stands for:

Enjoy. I know I will.

Wearing of green (Wiki)

Wearing of green

St. Patrick's Blue, not green, was the colour long-associated with St. Patrick. Green, the colour most widely associated with Ireland, with Irish people, and with St. Patrick's Day in modern times, may have gained its prominence through the phrase "the wearing of the green" meaning to wear a shamrock on one's clothing. At many times in Irish history, to do so was seen as a sign of Irish nationalism or loyalty to the Roman Catholic faith. St. Patrick used the shamrock, a three-leaved plant, to explain the Holy Trinity to the pre-Christian Irish. The wearing of and display of shamrocks and shamrock-inspired designs have become a ubiquitous feature of the saint's holiday. The change to Ireland's association with green rather than blue probably began around the 1750's.

Some Protestants have begun wearing orange on St. Patrick's Day as a mark of defiance. This relatively new tradition has its roots in William of Orange (William III), the King of England, Scotland, and Ireland, who defeated King James II, a Roman Catholic, in the Battle of the Boyne near Dublin. William's victory would ensure Protestant military dominance on the island and has been a source of tension ever since. Although the "Orange" in William's name actually referred to a province in southern France, the colour reference of orange for Protestants stuck. This is why orange now appears in the Irish flag - to symbolize the Protestant minority in Ireland. The first group to take part in the tradition of wearing orange on St. Patrick's Day appears to have been the Orange Institution, a Protestant fraternal organization more commonly known as the Orange Order. Some members of the order wore orange in various parades on St. Patrick's Day as a mark of defiance.

New Title, Same Sass and Humor

I've updated my title, though the sass and humor are the same. I've used my old blog name for quite some time. It served it's purpose, but didn't make a statement about my writing. This title reflects the sexy, sassy, adventurous elements I like to write about. It makes me smile. It also makes me want to go shoe shopping. Yay!

Holy Writer's Cramp, Batman!

In the past couple of days I have written, rewritten, edited, revised, deleted, added, and wrote some more. My little 50K book has turned into 85K and going! I can't be more pleased with the hero in this one. He's definitely more alpha than my last.

With all of this typing I have incurred serious writer's cramp! My lefty isn't use to working a double shift. I'm working on my second synopsis and third query letter. I tell you, having a broken wrist has given me more time to write. I mentioned quite often that I needed a break...careful what I wish for!

Off to write!

Murphy's gonna get it!

I'm so over Murphy sneaking up on me and playing his little tricks! I had every last detail of my work on our chapter newsletter complete and what happens? Murphy stuck his foot out and tripped me...again! I didn't break any bones this time, but I lost some important data that I needed to post. It is retrievable online amongst a mass of other posts, and I'm one-handed trying to type it. Fun. Copy and Paste has new meaning in my life. I've become lazy by doing it because it's just easier now that I'm down an arm. Ha! If only I could copy and paste a skinnier body on mine! Working out hasn't been, well, working out!

I never realized how much I use my right hand, even while running or talking. Seriously, try talking without using your hands. Go ahead, I'll wait...now talk with them and have someone judge the difference. It's hard!! I'm not a hand talker, or at least I didn't think so until I was in a meeting trying to get my point across and almost knocked the person next to me out with my cast.

Murphy needs to find a new friend.