Why Can’t You Take It With You?

material things

I am talking about material things.  Specifically my dearly departed mother’s things that she left.

My sister and I spent half the day trying on clothes that were too small for us. Mom was a very petite woman, but there were a few things we hoped would fit us since we had lost some weight last year. We were wrong. The awful truth was I had put some of the weight back on. This was painfully obvious seeing my undressed self in the floor to ceiling mirrors that cover mom’s closet doors. Gag.

I just lost my mother. A huge storm battered the outside of the house. Sis and I are overwhelmed with legal crap to take care of, as well as moms things. Many, many things.  I was already depressed, and now I am confronted with flab.  We didn’t bother to try her size 5 shoes on. The woman’s shelter residents will be very well dressed. The size 6 petite women, that is.  However, everyone there can have a new purse.

You think you know pretty much everything about your mother’s life. Then you find things that make you blush. Mom was even more interesting than we already knew. I can’t wait to snoop in the other half of her closet tomorrow!

secret things

How Do You Say “Whoops!” in French?

Dearest Readers,

I owe you an apology.  I have very bad spelling and proof-reading skills.  I messed up the address (URL) to this blog during registration.

This is where you went if you spelled my URL correctly

French Private Blog PageWhen I registered the URL “http://notpretending.wordpress.com/” a typo occurred. “Pretending”  became “prentending”.  So…. the URL I advertised was the one I thought I had. Unfortunately, the correctly spelled URL had already been registered with WordPress. Three years ago. In France.

Why does crap like this happen to me??  Now I need to change my URL and I am not sure what to do. “notpretending2besane” is too long. Maybe I should chuck the name of my blog altogether and start fresh. (Then I could be Freshly Pressed at last – Ha!) I guess I will sleep on it and decide in the morning.

I am not blaming WordPress for what happened, but their form to register a blog URL obviously needs a spell checker. For dolts like me.   “Dammit, Jim! I’m a writer, not an editor!” [original Star Trek series reference for young folks in the next generation]

I know they are laughing out loud about this over in WordPress  support. Especially James – who deserves to laugh because he figured out the mystery that eluded me for months!

Please stay tuned. You can find my new URL by doing a search on “Not Just Any Job”

Sincerely yours,

Jodi Lea

Thinking Too Much About Nothing

Thinking too much about nothing.

ConcentrationIt is really hard to get started on my blog when it’s been days since I could steal the time to write. My mind turned into a vast wasteland the moment I sat down in front of my computer and clicked on the “New Post” button. This has happened to me before .  I think that button has the power to suck the brains out of my head.  One click and my inspiration and ideas disappear.

With all the good PostaDay2011 topics available, I should be blogging up a storm. Not so. Tonight the questions about my perfect Sunday, or which album would I want on a deserted island, or do I want to live forever- remain unanswered. I can’t make up my mind, so how can I write about them?

Now what? Sit here and stare at the blank post form? Surf other blog sites? Give up and watch recorded TV shows on my DVR?  Sigh… It’s times like these that make me question my calling as a writer. Am I wasting my life working on mediocre writing that no one wants to read? Why can’t I figure out what I want to say?

Maybe I am just too weary from working 12-hour days this week, most of those hours in front of a computer monitor.  Forgive me, but I think I will climb into bed and get some rest. Who knows? I may wake up full of it and write two blogs tomorrow.

It could happen…