Heather Rae Scott’s Blog

your inherited 1993 Chevy Lumina’s doors are frozen shut and it’s a whopping 8 degrees out. I couldn’t come up with 13 reasons or 13 swear words to express the utter joy I felt when this happened this morning and my usual warm trip to the bus stop was bitterly cold. Nor did the hot water I poured onto said driver’s side door help–in fact, I’m quite sure it made things worse. /sighs Some days it doesn’t pay to get out of bed.

Sometimes, as a writer, I need to put my creativity in another place to make the words flow again. The result?

These cute buggers.  They light up as well.

Whatcha think?

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

:whine:

Tomorrow is D day, or G day. I get to drive into Pittsburgh to the airport and retrieve my Gma. She’s been in Alabama for the last twenty-something days. It was to give me a break…okay, so she went to visit, but I anticipated a much needed break. I thought without all the phone calls and doctor appointments and shopping trips that I could get some work done–have some peace.

:shake:

She’s called. A lot. In the first week alone, we wondered if she’d truly gotten on the plane. We weren’t convinced until we heard my Uncle. I mean no disrespect to her. I love her. I just…it’s just…

She. Drives. Me. Crazy.

They’ve been shopping almost daily in Alabama. I can’t do that up here. I won’t do that. Yes, I still have to go Christmas shopping, but it won’t be with her. I hate buying things around her. She sifts through my cart, she’s literally up my ass when I’m checking out so that she can get a closer view of what I’m buying or God forbid she missed seeing something in there. I told my mom that one of these days I was going to toss in a couple of boxes of condoms. My mom said she’d just embarrass me. She does talk rather loudly sometimes.

:chair:

Today was shaping up to be a total wash-out. The rain came. The thunder and lightning came. The newly redone sod…well, let’s just say that when they lifted the tarp that was supposed to protect the field was lifted, so was the paint. The field much like my day, looked like it’d taken a beating. I won’t whine about the events of my day, but I will say that Becky and I both vowed that if The Pittsburgh Steelers lost to the Miami Dolphin’s we were NEVER watching a game again. Ever. Okay, so maybe we’d peek. Despite me wanting to go down to Heinz field to personally take out ex player Joey Porter for his trash talking, despite the field coming apart, despite the rain…with 17 seconds left in the game, el Jeffy Reed scored the winning field goal. :cheer:

Gotta run, I have a Callie tapping her foot…OH! I almost forgot. I have a working tagline for The Last Thing I Needed.

A man who lives his life by the law, just found his heart arrested

Whatcha think?

I survived Thanksgiving weekend, so if I can just get past today and then Thursday when my Grandma comes home from Alabama–although in all honesty, she’s called so much it’s hard to say that I missed her being around. Anyhow, tomorrow the kids don’t have school here because of the First Day of Buck–as in Deer Hunting starts. I guess so many kids skipped school over the years, they decided why fight it and just let them have the day off. No one in this house is going hunting tomorrow. In fact, the last time My Guy went hunting was right after my youngest was born–9 years ago.

My oldest son tried to break my foot today. I was walking past him and he scooted his chair back from the table in this fast upward and outward motion–exaggerated, mind you–and it landed on the side of my foot. I thought I was going to pass out. It’s not broken, but it sure felt like it was when he did it. It’s a pretty shade of purple-blue with a small cut. I’ll survive.

I have to fix my Sven challenge thing because I do have quite a few more words written and plan on diving back in just as soon as I write my blurb for it.

:whine: I no likey writing blurbs. I detest them–I suck at them. The unofficial word is that in June, The Last Thing I Needed will be out in ebook. :cheer:

Then, I have to figure out what else I’m going to submit. :sign0163:

If you know me, you know that I’m a huge football fan. Okay, so let me reiterate that, I’m a huge Pittsburgh Steelers fan. I was born a Steelers fan. I’m not sure what happened to my baby brother ( he roots for the Patriots ) or my nephew ( no one understands why, but the kid’s a Dolphins fan).

The NFL and JC Penney’s have a program–contest– Take Your Favorite Player To School. I kept wanting to enter my youngest son’s name into the fold and just never got around to it. I couldn’t find it. One of the other mom’s did find it and I’ll be sure to ask her where exactly she found it after all is said and done, but her son won. He played baseball with my son and they’re both in the third grade. How very exciting for this nine-year-old to take his favorite football player to school with him.

Now, I adore our Quarterback Ben Roethlisberger. He’s a cutie. I like what he does and he seems to have a nice personality. However, I :love:, :love:, :love: wide receiver Hines Ward. He’s the kind of guy who gets pummeled on the field and comes up smiling. And it’s such a cute smile. Like, I would give away my first born for a chance to just shake his hand. Especially on days when the fifteen year old is pushing my buttons. ( I’m joking. I think.)

Guess who the kid that won picked as his favorite player?

HINES WARD!!!!!!

I had to sign my child’s life away just so he could participate in an assembly with Hines Ward. I am not allowed to go. :sorry: No parents allowed. You would think they’d want a little extra help with a big name like Hines coming, but no. The teachers have strict rules that they have to comply with or the NFL at any time can remove Hines and leave. Our school will receive a $2000 grant to apply towards our gym program, which is uber cool and the kid who won gets to show Hines Ward his bedroom and ride to the school in a limo with Hines Ward. We’re excited for the kid who won, excited that my kid gets to see one of his heroes and maybe shake his hand or do something cool with him…but man, I want to go! I know I can’t pass as a third grader…hell, who am I kidding? I can no longer pass as a fifth grader and my children need me here when they get home from school instead of in jail because I broke the rules to catch a glimpse of my favorite football player.

To see that smile up close and personal. *insert sobbing here*

Seriously, though, I wouldn’t maul the poor man. He might step in my drool, but I wouldn’t do anything stupid around him, despite what Dee thinks. It might be the opposite. I might have what she calls ‘Forest Rae’ and he’d seek me out, ask me if I was the romance author who wrote a book about a Quarterback and want to know if I need to research him as future reference…and I could tell him that he chose a wise name for his gorgeous baby boy. My baby shares his name. It’d be fate, I tell you.

Isn’t he adorable?

A girl can dream, can’t she?

He’s going to be nine minutes away from me, walking through my child’s school and I’ll be here at home watching the noon news to see if I see my kid on the television and hope he remembers to scream, “My mom loves you!”

Who would you love to meet?

One of my oldest son’s friends and I were talking one night on myspace–she doesn’t have IM, so she was bored and emailing me, wanting to know what I was doing and I said that my muse left the country. She wanted to know what my Muse’s name was and I said I wasn’t sure. She came back with he had to be a he because he fled the country and that Leonardo should be his name–Leo for short.

The muse sorta came back.

I was feeling semi-sorry for myself because of life and not doing so hot on my Sven challenge thus far when I thought about Lisa Kleypass’s speech during Nationals about the Armadillo. If you ever get a chance to hear her speech during the luncheon, it was well worth it. It entailed how the Armadillo never seemed to give up and that that was something we as writers should remember. So, I guess you could say a lot of us walked away thinking “Armadillo, Armadillo” in our heads.

Danica bought me my own Armadillo. He’s so ugly, he’s cute. He’s perfect for Leonardo. Leonardo the Armadillo. Perfect, right? So, from now on when I’m writing, Leo is going to be close at hand, reminding me that I may be down some days, but I’m not out. What does he look like? My daughter thought it amusing if Leo had a hat, because she said he looked a little plain. He’s not happy because he thinks it looks girly, but with this cold Pennsylvania weather, he’s grateful for it.

 

 

Yesterday, my Grandmother called to tell me something I already knew. “Your mom is sick.” Then she asked me what I was doing Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday. So, I gave her the low down on my evenings. Monday, parade. Tuesday, nothing, Wednesday, Trick or Treat with the kids. “No, I meant during the day.”

“Oh,” I say. That’s easy, I think. “I’m writing.”

I love her, don’t get me wrong, but man is she sucking the life right out of me.

“Well, I need to have my hearing aids cleaned and I need to get batteries before I leave.”

She’s going to Alabama on November 5th and honestly, it can’t come soon enough for me. I finally stuck up for me and laid down the law for today. I will take her to get her hearing aids cleaned, which she assured me would only take ten minutes and that was it. Nothing and I mean NOTHING only takes HER ten minutes. Ever.

I explained that my writing has suffered the last couple of weeks and she never caught on that it was because of her. Her endless trips to doctors, for prescriptions, for this, for that. Two trips to Macy’s for clothes that she should have/ could have tried on.

So, wish me luck that this whole ordeal from the time I pick her up until the time where I drop her off will at maximum take me a half hour so that I can get back to Callie.

Callie has been a hard nut to crack.
Callie: I heard that.
Seriously, she’s not the easiest character to work with. She’s stubborn, and that isn’t even the right adjective for her. She’s had a lot of false starts and has morphed and evolved over the years since I first started this series several years ago. I always knew she’d be a hard-ass, but I had no idea what I was going to do with her once it was time to give her her own story.
Here’s the conversation I had with her as I pulled up her notes this morning:
Me: I hope you’re ready for this.
Callie: There’s nothing you can do to me. There’s no way in hell I’m going to fall in love like Grace and Tory.
Me:Oh, you will.
Callie: Anyone you give me, I’ll make them suffer.
Me:I’m aware of that, however, everyone has one man that brings them to their knees.
Callie: If he’s lucky, he’ll still have his knees. Seriously, Rae. Give it up.
Me: *rubbing hands together* I found the perfect man for you.
Callie: You thought that before and then I chewed him up and spit him out for breakfast. I hope you prepared him for his funeral.
Me: I knew I had to come up with someone better than an accountant. So I did.
Callie: I’m shaking in my boots.
Me: Mock me all you want.
Callie: What did you do?
Me: :happy0194: What is the worst thing I could do to you?
Callie: You wouldn’t.
Me: I already did.
Callie: :finger:

My guy and I went to a Halloween party. Can you guess who we were? We came in 2nd place for funniest costume.