Of Rubber bands and Waistlines

On March 17, 1845, Stephen Perry of the rubber manufacturing company Messers Perry and Co, Rubber Co Manuf London patented the fist rubber bands made of vulcanized rubber. Perry invented the rubber band to hold papers or envelopes together.

Why am I telling you this? Because the inventor of the rubber band should have a monument in every maternity section in every store across the nation.

Why do I say this? I noticed my pants were a bit tight on me. A bit tight last night, yeah right. They were downright painful!

So...today I had to change the way I wear my work clothes. Rubberbands through buttonholes. Definitely an expanding waistline.

Thank you so very much Mr. Perry. You've made it so I can wait til the weekend to buy my first set of maternities. :-) At 11 weeks and finally showing...not a bad thing.

I'm out.

Revision Requests

3 am rolls around...and I'm wide awake staring at the ceiling. Do I travel down the long dark hallway to the computer and log into my gmail? Do I look and see if Changeling has said anything about my novella? Come on...reject me already. LOL.

Of course I do.

So, I trudge to the computer, I just know I have a response. And I do. We are sorry but...

*sigh*

So, I go back to bed and wrap my arms around HTE, trying to ignore the pain ripping through my chest. HTE wakes up, puts his arms around me and asks the question..."What is it?"

So, I tell him, and I cry a little, letting the disappointment through some.

We get up then, my poor love, I'm so sorry. I get on the computer and lo and behold there's Kim, my talented author friend who asks me...what specifically did they say...

So I tell her.

And she says: well, here's the blog http://dawnmontgomery.blogspot.com/

Long story short...they want revisions then resubmit. Not a rejection. Wow. I'm spinning in shock.

LOL.

V Day: The Little Things

Well, for this Sidhe, Valentine's Day had never been very special. Historically, it's been one of the worst days of the year. I only say this so I can set the stage. *WEG*

I call home to speak with HTE. He informs me that he's up to "nothing," in that "I'm up to something but I'm not going to tell you" kind of way. *huge grin* I'm curious, it's my nature, so OF COURSE I ask him what he's up to. "Arranging stuff," says Himself. Hmmm. "I hope you like it." Uh oh. He's nervous...eep.

So...I'm DYING TO GET HOME, and see what the fuss is all about. I'd left him a little something behind the coffee pot, so I needed to know if he saw it. I came home and ... well, wow.

He'd bought us a head/foot board for the bed. So, while I was gone, he set up the bed and arranged all of our favorite things in the shelves by our bed. Now, for those of you who wonder why that's a big deal, let me explain.

I am a pack rat.

That is to say...I have a TON OF STUFF!!! AND, since we've moved, the bedroom has been the "I don't know where this goes, so let's put it in the bedroom" locale. Did I mention I had a lot of stuff? *huge grin* So, he's completely organized the bedroom, to include our PC workstation which had been completely overloaded with paperwork and such. But the most beautiful of all...he took the things that meant the most to me...a series of books that my grandmother and I had drooled over until we had the collection, the only picture I have of my brother whose long since passed, a beautiful crystal rose he bought me for V-Day, flowers he'd bought me when I was writing my novella, the gorgeous picture of a Harlequin that used to be his Mother's, the first scrapbook I'd ever made, my pics, my favorite books, my mask collection, and the bible my grandfather had issued to him in WWII. I don't keep many things from the past, but those that I do mean the world to me.

I cried. A lot. *laughing* You see, no one else ever got it. And with one very well executed plan, HTE succeeded in melting my heart into a puddle of goo. Remembering the shelves makes me tear up again, so I'll continue to the next part.

We went out to dinner that night. A very typical V-Day scenerio, I've been told. We ixnayed the trip to Chinese food, since I'd heard of a very inexpensive, yet delicious Italian Food place.

One word...PHENOMINAL. It was amazing! Seriously. I'm drooling just thinking about it. What a meal! LOL.

On a downside, I missed an IM from one of the Ladies in Arkansas. Lady C, I'm very sorry to have missed your IM. HTE and I have been trying to get a hold of you for a week. We miss you very much!

To all my friends, Thank you for your support during the novella submission.

To my love...you have one more gift yet to find. *WEG*