Friday, May 29, 2009

Rescue Me

art = Tea by Mary Cassatt, 1880, oil on canvas

This tip from Janet. Ever lost anything down a sink drain and either lost it forever or had to take the sink apart to retrieve the item? Watch
this little video from Family Hack dot com.

Pet fish not wanting to come out and play? I have a betta, and
this site is useful.

Bad hair day? Back when I was (ahem) much younger, girls used baby powder on their scalp. I didn’t, because I just couldn’t stand the thought of smelling like a baby’s butt. But girlfriend Debby did, and her hair always looked good. She had extremely oily hair that didn’t do well with constant washing, so she’d shower and wash one day, use the powder the next. Jump ahead years later. Another friend with oily hair, only she uses dry shampoo. Say what? Anyway, she’s using
one of these right now, and it seems to be working for her, but read a review from someone who used a dry shampoo (not the one my friend uses, but…I thought it pertinent enough to post):

I've tried the Oscar Blandi stuff. It's expensive, but very much like baby powder. It definitely de-greases the hair, but it turns your scalp white (!) and takes a lot of work to brush out. It makes a big mess too if you're not careful. I think I'd try baby powder first, and if that doesn't work, then maybe move on to a dry shampoo.

Writing…ever want a visual thesaurus? Know what one is? – lol – A writer friend showed me a
visual thesaurus, which is basically word mapping (for lack of a better term), but it’s pretty cool.

I know I’m reincarnated—just not sure from what or whom, but I definitely have some ideas that are strange to my generation, my sex, and my place on the planet. When I think of all the above, there’s some smartass part of me that surfaces and whispers…find a man, eat the fish, put your hair in a ponytail or snood or wear a friggin’ cap, and sit down, read, educate yourself if you lack a good vocabulary, and work on your goddamn penmanship or typing skills so you can post some letters…or manuscripts.

till next time,
Sunny Lyn, The Ancient



At 1:45 AM, Blogger Sam said...

Reincarnated, eh? That's an intriguing thought. My mother has always insisted, since she was a child, that she was Jew gassed during the war in her last life. (We're not Jewish, which makes her belief all the more bizare - but she is adament.)
I went to a fortune-teller once who told me I had lived before in Old New Orleans, had been poor, and had died of pneumonia. So much for being the reincarnation of Cleopatra...

At 9:53 AM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

I tell ya, after watching "Sophie's Choice" years ago, the thought of some prior lives scared the shit out of me - lol. Who knows? Maybe your mother is right. Guess we'll all find out some day, heh?

As for your poor life in N.O., at least you made up for that in this one. :) You have a lovely family and home, and you've led a fascinating life, no? I think I could live vicariously from some of your photos and tales - lol.

I think you were a famous photographer in at least one life, back when sepia prints were in vogue and later when women traveled to Egypt not as the companion but as the archeologist commissioned to find treasures and unearth history's secrets.

Yeah. I like my version better than the fortune-teller's. *smirk* One thing's for sure, Ms Sam - either you were gifted with a tremendous imagination, or you are recalling some things. Cell memory, perhaps? (I just turned in a book dealing with cell memory - wish me luck - new publisher if they bite.) At any rate, the thought that there were/are princes and princesses, magical things and's rather comforting.

When psychics or fortune-tellers grab my hand, they tell me I'm from another star or planet. *sigh* It confuses the hell out of me, because they usually hit on a high note at least once or twice and make me go hmm a few time or even WOW now and then. So when I get the news that I'm alien, not just foreign, it kinda throws me.

hugs, woman - great to see you.

At 7:02 PM, Blogger Liz Wolfe said...

I love that visual thesaurus. And I wanna know about the cell memory manuscript!

At 8:34 PM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

well, as a CP just might get a copy - lol. i more or less whizzed through it and sent it off without any crits (ack), but i'm sure i should have gotten 'em.

(ducking) will send ASAP.

At 12:42 AM, Anonymous Betta Fish Care said...

That visual thesaurus is pretty cool, but not as cool as the idea of reincarnation. I've been reading a lot about karma and dharma lately. I never really considered reincarnation as plausible until now.


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Monday, May 25, 2009

the book shelves

Just finished...a nonfiction called French Women Don't Get Fat by Mireille Guiliano - thought it was delightful, insightful, witty, and fun - and I'd love to hate the heifer for being a skinny French woman, but...can't. She includes recipes.

SPEAKING OF RECIPES...learned a neat little trick from Carol Lynne over the weekend. One of those inexpensive packages of Ramen Noodles (chicken flavored) and a couple handfuls of broccoli stems - boil water, toss in the noodles and veggie together (Carol says cauliflower works well, too). Pasta and broccoli are done at the same time. Drain, salt and pepper to taste, and the dish makes an attractive presentation on a plate. You can add chicken or whatever else you like, but it's a tasty and quick dish.

Okay, back to the drawing board. What I am reading now: I have two I'm waffling between digging into. Friend Carla Cassidy has one that looks good called Broken Pieces. And there's one by Madeleine Wickham called Cocktails for Three that appeals.

Have food on the brain. Gretchen and I had lunch Saturday at Fred P. Otts, and I fell in love with their burgers. Here’s a peek at their menu (it scrolls, so just click the arrow on the right to see what’s what).

Till next time, hope everyone has a pleasant start to their week.
Sunny Lyn



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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Tweaky & Geeky

"Walk a mile in my shoes....." (channeling Joe South)
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Smoking is indeed a habit, and I'd wondered what people did with their hands when they quit. I have found one thing to be true—they fill them with something else.

Food, for instance. Not me, I decided. I’d fill my palms with the Wii controls and head-butt soccer balls or stand in strange Pilates poses, but chocolate would not melt in my hands or in my mouth.

At least I didn’t smoke in the house the last few years. I mean, once you’ve smoked in the house (where you also eat, right?), you commit unpardonable sins. Smoking and eating were never meant to be joint activities. Lighting a celery frond or dipping a cigarette into ranch dressing is just a no-no.

Sucking or chewing on plastic straws comes to mind. I’ve annihilated at least a straw per day. Gross, you think? No, gross are the stains on my teeth that I never noticed. Gross = the snipes I thought I’d tossed. Never ever in a million jillion years thought that I would re-light a cigarette butt.

Fish. Now I have your attention, don’t I? Well, with cigarettes five to six bucks a pack (and higher in other states, I understand), I had a bit of extra money, so The Girl and I stopped off at a pet store for dog food and those compressed dog bones. And there they were. A rainbow of male betas. I want to type ‘betta’, and my computer keeps changing the word back to ‘beta’. So you choose.

Anyway, Bleu and I (well, he IS blue, and I’m tired of naming characters, so he gets an easy one) are writing mates now. He gapes at me through his watery place on my desk (and I’m sure that there’s some feng shui law that I’ve broken by placing water near anything electronic), and I vent to him during a rough scene or weep during a sad one and he commiserates.

Patches – those all-day suckers that are supposed to keep us from geeking for nicotine? Ever tried them? Ever fallen asleep with one on?! HORRORS. Worse than any acid flashback you had in the sixties or eighties or whenever. Ten times worse. In Technicolor and Surroundsound, at that. I’ve dreamt of everything from kissing ugly people to being one, from having wild animals chase me to not being able to find a bathroom in time. Every childhood terror imaginable has torn through my subconscious to find me if I am wearing a nicotine patch if I decide to nap and forget I have on ‘the patch’.

Other cigarettes. (hanging my head in shame) Damn, but it’s difficult to break this habit. Whine, whine, whine – yeah, I know. But it is damned hard. I like breathing without hacking. I like being able to actually taste my food and smell better, so why the desire to create worse health and havoc in my life?

Going back to writing now…for real. I’ve just completed another novella that seeks a specific home and have been asked for others. I’m not sure why, but the short fiction is easier for me to write during spring and summer months. Maybe I’ll do something different this year, though. Quit smoking, quit complaining, and write 300 pages of something longer instead of looking for the instant gratification.

Wow. Epiphany.



At 10:46 AM, Blogger Liz Wolfe said...

Quitting smoking is HARD. A doctor once told me he has more success in keeping addicts off heroin than off cigarettes. I've quit so many times only to go back to it again. But I think I've found the answer. Electronic cigarettes. They mimic smoking and you get the nicotine but without the tar and the other 4000 chemicals. I've been using one for a little less than a week and I've cut my cigarette consumption in half. My brother who is a trucker used to smoke 3 packs a day (yikes). He's down to about half a pack of cigs with his e-cigs now. My plan is to only use the e-cigs within a month.

At 1:36 PM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

oh wow - never heard of those!

this is difficult, and I hate admitting I even have a problem, but I DO. damn it.

it's so good to 'see' you. hope you're writing. need a new liz wolfe fix.

At 10:13 PM, Blogger Gretchen said...

Hang in there girl, you'll make it I know you will.

One other thing. I can't wait until I get to meet Gorgonzola...I mean Bleu. I'm really good at pissing off fish. Just wait. You'll love this trick.


At 10:49 AM, Blogger Kate R said...

just don't beat yourself up for lapses. Do the tooth brushing thing for quitting smoking. So you forget to brush your teeth once? Eh. Bummer. But you'll do better tomorrow. Lose the emotional crap.

--a sort of quote from my friend who quit

At 10:51 AM, Blogger Kate R said...

clarification: she quit smoking, not quit brushing her teeth.

And hi, Liz!

At 12:25 AM, Anonymous Heather Rae Scott said...

Quitting is damned hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up--you've cut back, have you not? That in itself is progress.

I'm proud of you for kicking ass on these novella's. Maybe this is what you need to do for now, to gt back into the motion.

Cut yourself a break. And you say I'm hard on myself?!?!

*ducks and runs*

At 9:05 AM, Blogger Liz Wolfe said...

Hi to you, too Kate!

At 12:46 PM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

:) thanks, kate & heather (LOL at the teeth brushing *snort*)

you're all correct - I am my own worst critic. feel like a failure if I can't conquer it first time or something.

gretchen, I am afraid to ASK about pissing off fish. trick?

gah. went in for something at Quick Trip a while back and had to search for change. guy behind counter asked if I was good at sweeping or something (to make up for not having the penny). told him (and he had a buddy there listening) that no, but I did tricks.

they haven't quit laughing - every time they see me. dumb, dumb, dumb.

At 11:08 AM, Blogger Trace said...

Tough habit to break :( My addiction is chocolate. I make my own with splenda because I'm a diabetic. But that's how desperate I am to have my chocolate. *Sigh*

At 2:01 PM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

cross posting to your blog as well in case you go there first, Trace (of course you will - lol - what am I thinking?)...

wanna know how to make diabetic chocolate. speak fluid Splenda and would love a recipe of two. you can post here or send to confession pays email addy on yahoo. *rubbing hands and salivating at thought of a good recipe for diabetic chocolate*


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Thursday, May 14, 2009


The first from Janet: A REAL man's BBQ.

The second one from Mary Ellen, who knows I love nun jokes.

Yes, I'm procrastinating. I've done two chapters in the past three days, though, so I'm due a little fun, right? I've given up chocolate, smoking, and some pretty good rationalizations the past month, and I've only cheated (pick one) a few times. :)



At 8:04 PM, Blogger Gretchen said...

virgins in heaven...{SNORT} That one had me laughing out loud...Love grill too.


At 8:04 AM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

it's nice to have warped friends, isn't it? - lol (referring, of course to Janet & Mary Ellen - never to you)

*rolling eyes*


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Saturday, May 09, 2009

Kismet Kibbles & Kudos


1st KUDO = for fellow friend & author Gerrie Shepard, who wrote the cover story for New Love Stories' premier issue: The Admirer's Secret

2nd KUDO = for Gretchen, who is on chapter 8 (or who knows by now) of her new, intriguing novel that doesn't star Maxine

3rd KUDO= for Heather, who knows why - no, I won't give it away, but let's see how often every friend named Heather that I have will get bugged for the plug *ggg*

4th KUDO = for Jamie, who by all accounts is goin' great guns as an editor

5th KUDO = for moi, for getting 10 good pages done while The Kids are in Oklahoma for another funeral - it's like the 5th one within a few months
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addendum: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, whether you are one, have one, or just have a special woman or two in your life...celebrate.


Shout out to Charles, who outted himself. I like summer, too. And half-naked men pushing lawnmowers - lol. It was nice meeting you.




At 9:47 PM, Anonymous Heather Rae Scott said...

LOVE the Pooh Picture. After a long day with relatives who drive me bonkers, I so needed that.

YOU should be the first kudos. Those ten pages were ROCKIN'.

Happy Mother's Day!

At 12:18 AM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

aaw - thanks - and a very HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to you, my friend. love you.

At 8:50 AM, Blogger Gretchen said...

A big kudos to you for everything you do for everyone. You make us all happy! Happy mothers day.

BTW - I'm not up to Ch8 yet but I got seven pages done in the last two days. Hit P. 75 last night before I went to bed. AND I blogged.

That Pooh he's got an attitude don't he.

At 11:10 AM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

Gretchen, many thanks. congrats on the pages. and yeah - ROFL - gotta love Poo.


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Friday, May 01, 2009

photos from the EC Author Party at RT



At 12:27 PM, Blogger Kate R said...


At 12:32 PM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

oh hell - I dunno - I was just snappin', not rappin' - didn't get names, just photos.

kill me quickly. I'm on the patch and afraid I'll die anyway. one from lack of hand-to-mouth motion, two, from some weird allergic reaction to adhesive or something.

still wish you'd have been there. I miss you.

At 8:14 AM, Anonymous Kris Starr said...

Glad you had a good time! Looks like it was a blast! :)

At 12:21 AM, Anonymous Heather Rae Scott said...

Lex looks like she was ready to give somebody hell.

I'm winging you a cyber hug since I can't be there in person. Proud of you for quitting smoking. You can do it. I know you can.

PS If you get a chance to read my blog in the am, it's pointed towards you. You'll see when you read it.

At 10:18 PM, Blogger April said...

Looks like you had a lot of fun!

At 2:06 PM, Blogger Lyn Cash said...

thanks, kris, heather, and april - it WAS a lot of fun.

have no clue what lex was discussing, but she was animated, no? *grin* she probably got sick of me taking her photo every five seconds at that conference, but the novice photographer in me had a ball with my inner child that week.


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