I'm Katie O'Connor and I am, among other things, a writer of romance and erotica. I live in the Great White North, Canada.
I love playing with words. I blog about any thing and everything that pops into my head.
Someday I want to publish a mixed genre novel. It is going to be an erotic, shape shifter, vampire, steampunk, sci-fi, murder mystery, adventure, romantic, western, historical thriller. It will be my biography.
Warning: On occasion I post things of an adult nature.
I'm sure you are familiar with the expression 'Shit rolls downhill.' If not, it refers to one of two things.
1. First it can mean passing your bad day onto the next person you meet. The boss gets mad at you, you yell at your assistant, and she goes home and yells at her husband ... it just keeps going. 2. It can refer to bad things escalating out of control. One off thing happens, then another and another and another. That's how my day started. Don’t you just love
a day that starts out a little off and gets worse?
This weekend is
Thanksgiving here in Canada, and that means family get togethers and lots of
fun and bickering. I love it.My daughters (The Spawn)
are grown up and moved out and starting families. This is means that they have
lives of their own. In keeping with this, we have chosen to celebrate
Thanksgiving on Saturday this year to allow them time to spend with their new,
extended families. We are also celebrating my hubby and one son-in-laws
birthdays. Good times!
So, I’m all pumped
and ready and raring to go. The cunning plan was to get up early get some
writing done and then clean and cook. I’ll just begin by saying … epic fail on
I slept in and when
I woke up, I lay there thinking that there was something I was supposed to do;
but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what it was. DH joined me in my
wee little bed and we talked a bit before he reminded me that I had company to
prepare for. I exploded out of bed like somebody shot a load of buck-shot in my
downstairs to make coffee, proceeded to dump wet coffee grounds beside the
garbage, (onto the floor I scrubbed yesterday). The coffee tin was empty and I
had to find a fresh can and I couldn’t get the lid off it. Much struggling
ensued and I only spilled a few fresh grounds on the floor. Okay. Coffee is
brewing, it’s all good now. It should be noted that I am almost non-functional
without my morning coffee.
I hear the shower
shut off. Hubby is finished, so I open the fridge to get some cream for his
coffee. Splat. Yup, you guessed it, I dropped the open cream on the floor.
Fortunately only a little bit spilled and it was easy to wipe up. So now a
little coffee and some writing. Surprisingly, that goes well. Mission
I decide I had best
clean the bathrooms before I shower and dress. I get off my butt (still in my
cozy red flannel night-shirt). I slip on a big ole barbeque apron to keep my
jammies clean and head into the bathroom.I spray the toilet inside and out with cleaner and let it work while I
clean the counter and mirror. I turn around and bend over to get the toilet
bush and sploooooooosh. My cell phone falls out of my pocket into the bowl.
Dang, golly gee whiz and gosh! F**K!
Right into the
filthy toilet chalk full of toxic cleaner. I so didn’t need this! Sigh! I scoop
it out and rinse it off. Yes, I rinsed it…figured it was likely buggered
already, so a little water to wash off the cleaner and the ick can’t possibly
hurt anything. So now it’s in a bag of rice to dry off. Stupid phone is only a
couple months old too. Sigh.
Moving on …
housework complete. Time to put the turkey in the oven. First we make the
stuffing. I open the crisper to be greeted by one completely green, furry and
somewhat liquid onion. Thank god there were also a couple of good ones. Shit, I
forgot to buy celery. There is no way in hell I am going to the grocery store
on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. A little extra onion and some celery salt
in the stuffing will have to do. I slap some butter in the pan to melt and drop
the rest of the square of nice soft, squishy butter open side down on the
floor. Crap. What a mess to clean up. It is amazing how far butter will spread
and how long it takes to clean it up; and how much help the cats are.
Next, open the
turkey and clean it out so that I can put the stuffing in it before it goes
into the oven.WARNING!Raw turkeys are wet
and slippery. If you lose your grip, they fly out of your hands; skid across
the counter and onto the floor. Did I mention that I had just scrubbed? Ever
tried to chase a raw turkey across the floor? It’s kind of curling meets
greased calf wrestling. Okay, turkey retrieved and well cleaned. Stuffed and in
Out come the mop
and pail and half a gallon of bleach. Does my house smell of the wonderful
aroma of roasting turkey? Hell no, it smells like some jackass went crazy with
a jug of bleach.
Is noon too early
to start sucking back Scotch? It IS a holiday.
Things went better
from here … the family showed up. We had a great dinner and enjoyed each
other’s company with surprisingly few arguments. All in all, a
pretty damned good day. If nothing else it was entertaining. The only thing
missing was a few good friends, old and new.
to everyone. I hope you have a fabulous weekend with the people you care about. If you can't be with them, hold them in your heart. (I know I am.)