Live (as in "alive") Lawnmowers

First of all, I have to apologize to myself for not taking the time to write for me. I've wanted to be a writer since I was 7, and I've neglected this blog horribly. But sometimes you're just not "in the zone." However, that's all the more reason to write. I did order a book of writing exercises recently, and have completed 9 of them. So that's something. Through those exercises, I'm learning that perhaps I ought to focus on children's books. (Eegads, not that anyone else in the world wants to do that, eh?)

Nothing too spectacular to share today, except just a quick story of a hilarious vignette I saw on my street the other day.

As I was driving by a neighbor's house the other day, I was nearly accosted by a lawnmower, moving independently into the street, with no apparent aid from human hands. I glanced up from the menacing machine to see my blonde (I'm a blonde, too, but this woman is blonde) neighbor running toward the lawnmower as it came toward my car (intent on chopping me to bits, I'm sure), one hand outreached for the runaway, and the other hand...on her cell phone that she was still speaking on. People who cannot effectively drive while talking on their cell phones is one thing. People who try to talk and mow...folks, just don't try it. I think that task is best left to stunt professionals.

Quote of the Week

Okay, it seems there's never any time for me to write. But I know I need to just make the time. But I really need to make myself work, so I'm just going to post a line from a movie that I saw recently.

"We must have British nipples."

~Bob Hoskins as Vivian Van Dam in Mrs. Henderson Presents

If you haven't seen this movie, I recommend it. It is set in WWII London, and it has a deeper significance than nudity. To read about it, click here.