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Literary Lunacy….and It’s Not My Fault!


I heard about it but never believed it..no I guess I believed it but never thought it would happen to me..and it did…and it’s not my fault.

I marveled at Stephen King in his book ‘On Writing‘ and a multitude of other well known, even famous authors who talked about a story coming to life when the characters take over their own life/story/tale.

It all started a few months ago, about April I think when my brother asked me out to coffee.  I adore both my brothers and will spend as much time in their company that they can stand.  I am thrilled!  Bro had been reading my blogs and it seemed he liked them enough to think I could help him with a story line..actually a book.  You see he had this vision for a book he had been thinking about for some time and by the time we met he was able to describe intricate characters and events.  No that’s not the lunacy part.

He didn’t have names but he sure had events and sequence and as he related it he stared off as though actually recalling events, places, times.  No that’s not the lunacy part either.

I took as many notes as I could and by the time he finished speaking I could see it..the story..the people.  The first few weeks I did considerable research on a whole bunch of things I needed to know.  In digging into the location out west his name, the main character I mean, came to me.  Then his mom and dad and sister.  Then I began to fill in the gaps between the events my bro described..but it didn’t seem to be me..it seemed to be the characters telling me.  No that’s not the lunacy part either.

Anyway my son’s Royal Wedding came up in May so I had to drop it for a few days.  I worked a little more on it then my move to Hamilton came up and I shelved it fora few weeks, but continued to think about these people.  Okay the lunacy is getting a little closer.

These people will not get out of my head – that’s the first lunacy AND they are changing the story..just a bit..the basic premise remains the same and I can see the changes enrich the fabric of the story..but here is the lunacy..for all to see…..

I am up way too late because I have lost the argument to these people in my head.  I cannot in good conscience make drastic changes to the story without at least letting my brother know.. ..So I started typing out the story line and events and people to him..because …LUNATIC HERE…they, the characters will not let the story go any further without Bro’s being aware of it.

I mean dear brother..there is no point asking you for approval..it’s out of our hands, I must now do their bidding…all the events stay true…for the most part as you saw it…

Real Lunacy = Me hoping now they will let me get some sleep.  It’s gonna be a long long day tomorrow!!


The Real Royal Wedding

Coming Soon!
Y’all will remember The Real Royal Wedding that took place May 14, 2011 and the MOG (Mother of the Groom).
Fascinators were at a minimum probably because Princess Beatrice was unable to attend but the Royal Chef truly rocked. I have had requests for more about this culinary delight, his business and where you can find him.
So I thought I would whet your appetites by letting you know  I am in the process of setting up an interview so I can accurately portray the story and skills of this incredible man and his team.
Hopefully I will have the delicious details soon!


1947 and 9 Reasons Why I was not a Star Back Then

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1947 and 9 Reasons Why I was not a Star Back Then

When the future Queen of Hamilton, and the Granny Nanny of the next millennium was born there was a fair bit of joy and celebration across the land.  Actually there was a fair bit of joy and celebration across the street, but in my mind I prefer to think of it as ‘The Land’.  But regardless how far the joy extended there were other events that stole my thunder and made my arrival less auspicious than it should have been.

Yup  William W. “Mac” Brazel a ranch foreman found debris.  Air Force Colonel Blanchard instructed another Colonel to notify the media they had a “crashed saucer”. Well the rumors and contemplations have not settled it to this day. *  Now how’s a girl to compete with that?

Uh huh a Royal Wedding.  That of the then future Queen of England and her dashing Prince Phillip stole the spotlight.  And it was one of the last Royal Weddings that stuck. Sort of.  There were always rumors of his dalliances and of course I have no proof but in 1974 ish I stood not more than ten feet from the man and he exuded pure sexual attraction.  It’s a good thing he had a tight schedule else I could have been more famous than I would have liked. In my mind anyway.  But when his blue eyes met my brown it aroused a..curiosity in me.   It might have been all me..I’m just sayin……

My BFF Wikipedia also reports…Seaman Harold Dahl claims to have seen six UFOs near Maury Island in Puget Sound, Washington. On the next morning, Dahl reports the first modern so-called “Men in Black” encounter.
Really now…UFO or me?

Wikipedia – Cold War: U.S. President Harry S. Truman signs the National Security Act of 1947 into law, creating the Central Intelligence Agency, the Department of Defense, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the National Security Council.
*Since I do not want to be crossing CIA and all I have no comment on their intrusion on my fame.

After being shut down on November 9, 1946, for a refurbishment, the ENIAC computer, the world’s first electronic digital computer, is turned back on again. It then remains in continuous operation until October 2, 1955.
*Neither do I wish to negate any computers that would some day lead me to POF adventures.

Wiki again..Thor Heyerdahl’s balsa wood raft, the Kon-Tiki, smashes into the reef at Raroia in the Tuamotu Islands after a 101 day, 4,300 mile, voyage across the Eastern Pacific Ocean, proving that pre-historic peoples could hypothetically have traveled to the Central Pacific islands from South America.

Chuck Yaeger breaks the speed of sound.  * I was barely breaking sound past goo goo ga ga.

Apparently was set?  Wikipedia says…The Doomsday Clock is a symbolic clock face, maintained since 1947 by the board of directors of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists at the University of Chicago. The closer the clock is to midnight, the closer the world is estimated to be to global disaster. As of January 14, 2010, the Doomsday Clock now stands at six minutes to midnight.[1][2] Since its creation, the time on the clock has changed 19 times.[3]
*****So now my competition for fame is a doomsday clock?  I was born and they felt the need for doomsday???

The first of the Dead Sea Scroll discoveries occurred in 1947 in Qumran, a village situated about twenty miles east of Jerusalem on the northwest shore of the Dead Sea. A young Bedouin shepherd, following a goat that had gone astray, tossed a rock into one of the caves along the seacliffs and heard a cracking sound: the rock had hit a ceramic pot containing leather and papyrus scrolls that were later determined to be nearly twenty centuries old. Ten years and many searches later, eleven caves around the Dead Sea were found to contain tens of thousands of scroll fragments dating from the third century B.C. to A.D. 68 and representing an estimated eight hundred separate works.  **Now I also have to fight the bible book fame!  Thanks Wikipedia!

AtLeast there were some memorable ones!  
Gentleman’s Agreement, Miracle on 34th Street, Great Expectations, The Bishop’s Wife

Doris Day, “Confess”
Al Jolson, Al Jolson Album
“Woody Woodpecker”
“A Fellow Needs A Girl”
Frankie Lane, “That’s My Desire”
Glenn Miller, “Glenn Miller Masterpieces—Vol. 2”

Saul Bellow, The Victim
Gerald Warner Brace, The Garretson Chronicle
Martin Flavin, The Enchanted
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano
Thomas Mann, Dr. Faustus
Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism

So it seems there have been some hitches to achieving my destiny of world wide fame (and adoration).  Guess I had better get cracking!

MOG…Fascinators…Detox..Dress..Oh, No Dress..Rehearsal Party

MOG.. Fascinators…Detox…Dresses…oh, no dress..Rehearsal Party
My good blogging friend Merrilymarylee@wordpress.com messaged me, surprised somewhat that with eleven days to go to the Real Royal Wedding, I am still blogging merrily away. Well actually she is merrily doing things by virtue of her moniker. I guess that means I am burning…a..bridge ..or two…ss we most likely live up to our names. Or I like to think we do.
That got me thinking that perhaps I should do a little checklist to see how ready I am. Something tells me I should look at priorities first. And I would if I could figure out what they are.
Oh yes..

Fascinating Fascinator? Not

First – the fascinator issue. The guests of the OTHER Royal family certainly made a statement and it will be interesting to see if anyone dares don dinky headwear. Although judging by some, are you listening Beatrice, not so dinky and not so frivolous. After consulting the MOB ( that’s Mother of the Bride not the real MOB with guns and fedoras), we, the royal Mums will not be so adorned. Instead we shall be resplendent in our God given growing out of follicles, nature’s own. I believe she will visit a salon while this Queen Mum will wear a style nest described as what ever my hair wants so it will be. 

Detox Not

Second – Detox. Something that promised to perk me up, cleanse the systems liver and colon. Geez, stopped after four days. Gained four pounds and definitely not perky. Darned probiotics. Now working on getting rid of those effects!
Dress – Still haven’t got one but after the cleanse effect have decided to cave on the ‘I will never wear a Spanx’ issue. So will get one of those. Spanks yes. Dress, hopefully!
Rehearsal Party – as MOG I host this little soiree. Tried to get a caterer who did not return by calls or emails. The affair is in Toronto and I am not. The MOB, not the Mob with guns and fedoras, the other one came up with a fab idea so is helping.
Just have to get train tickets for sis, me and auntie and then looks like I am done
Yup, I have lots of time to blog. Come to think of it I guess if it was my wedding would still have time to blog?
The only thing left on my list for this Royal Wedding is…to HAVE FUN!

My dress Not

The Royal Wedding and Me

The Royal Wedding And Me

I just got a mini lesson on royal etiquette so I can be prepared for my attendance at the wedding of my old friends Will and Kate.  Actually they are too young but I always considered his dad as an old friend.  Okay not really. Truthfully as a very young child when I first heard there was a prince in England about my age I was convinced that someday I would be his princess.  I think I was five.  What did I know?

The mini lesson was on the evening news and aside from which piece of cutlery to use when and how, or curtsy the most important instructions were: don’t speak unless spoken to and don’t touch. Oh and don’t chew gum.  

It seems Kate’s mom came under criticism when she was spotted chewing gum at William’s graduation.  And First Lady Michelle Obama came under severe criticism when she met the Queen and in a friendly gesture put her arm around the Monarch’s shoulder.

Strange to say my invitation has not arrived which may mean that for some reason I was left off the list.  It might be just as well as I am not sure I could abandon my gum chewing shoulder hugging ways!

Oh yes…I never did find my prince..just the odd court jester or two!

Fitting in that skin..it won’t fit..it won’t fit!

Fitting in that Skin..it won’t fit..it won’t fit!

Some days you just can’t get comfortable in your own skin. (Please keep in mind that even though I appear to be speaking for all I really am speaking for me and just assuming you might have some idea of what I am talking about). 

See what I mean? My mind is all rambly.  Note I did not say my thoughts were rambling…it just seems to be part of being uncomfortable in your skin, everything is rambly.

It’s as though I am out sync with the flow with the universe, the rhythm of life, slipped a cog, lost my footing, have a screw loose, lights on in the attic but no one is home.  Good grief…..screws, footing, rhythm…I AM FALLING APART!  Now I am agitated, waiting for a limb to drop off next. Crap!

I felt it coming yesterday.  Not quite like losing my hold on reality but knowing that for a small period of time, if my life were a biorhythm chart, that all criteria were heading to the bottom of the graph with a huge kerplunk to lay knotted  and tangled. It happens a couple of times a year, I think.  I wonder if it was triggered by that crazy moon, or if the rudeness of those beastly people on the weekend put a dent in my aura of calm and peace?  Oh my aura.  I miss it.  I checked and don’t think I have any kind of aura right now.  Nuts does that mean I am aura-less?

I know this is rare and will pass and life will return to calm clear thinking; a person fully intact – aura possessed, common sense, able to make a declarative sentence.

Tomorrow is another day.  This day is not meant decision making or soul searching, operating large machinery, or even small machinery, or any machinery more than a tooth brush.

I can only hope that world leaders, nuclear scientists, brain surgeons, and the Royal Wedding planner can wait one more day before soliciting my much needed advice.