Everyone Wants a Piece

I'm sure no one will be very excited to see a new post (except my good friend Jason), but I need to write today. I actually needed to write all week, but my computer named Clinton (since Bill was president when the stupid thing worked like it should) decided that it didn't know what a modem was. I didn't realize that computers could get Alzheimer's, but apparently they do. Either that or Clinton finally decided to mess with me just because he can.

Anyway, words have been flying in my brain. I could see them as clear as can be because they are words I want to write. I tivoed Cormac McCarthy on Oprah (an English major's dream) and he said something about his stories just appearing in his head. So I figured my lifelong dream of being a writer must be real since that happens to me. Unfortunately, I don't usually write the words and stories in my head. But my point is that I WANT to. I just need to buy a computer. Or a damn pen.

Words have been haunting my brain for days now. Whenever I feel stress because of my husband's family, I want to write.

The stories are long and the problems are many, but let's just say that things have recently erupted in a melodramatic get-me-out-of-here kind of way and we are now not talking to ANY member of his family. I don't mind that part. What I do mind is the fact that they are using threats, guilt, obligation, and fear to get what they want. And they are blaming me for somehow forcing Dan to be angry. The latest threat is that if Dan doesn't speak to his father soon, his father will need to be hospitalized for a nervous breakdown. Yeah, no guilt there. It's like being stalked by a person who never really knew you. Dan and I are the Brad and Angelina of the in-law world: everyone wants a piece. And it sucks because I don't even have the full lips.

Unfortunately for me, as a writer, the thoughts that plagued my mind have wandered away.

But fortunately for me, as a wife and mother, the thoughts that plagued my mind have wandered away...

I Can't Even Ruin a Business the Right Way

Forgive me, Blogger, for it has been a month since my last entry. I guess it's time to come clean about my sudden dis-interest in my blog.

It started several years ago, but the story really gets good as of a few months ago. I was accused of ruining a business because of an entry from 2003 on my webpage, which no longer exists. The accuser, my dear, sweet father-in-law (please note the sarcasm), claims that I wrote negative things about his business closing and that those comments put his personal business in a tailspin.

I didn't write anything about his business, and although I don't like him, I wouldn't do something so heinous. But he obviously thinks I would. He carried this horrible accusation with him for four years and in the meantime smiled and pretended that he didn't think that about me. Just moments ago I did a search on Google for his business and saw glowing reviews for his _____ and just heard that he is doing well in the business.

Could someone ruin a business by writing negative things about it on a webpage that is seen by a couple of people at most? Who am I?! The Better Business Bureau?

So it's not that I'm intimidated, but rather sick and tired of the drama that surrounds my in-laws. One of my main outlets of my frustration was writing on my webpage/blog and I feel like I am...no, I AM editing it to a fault. I do not want him to be able to find this one, not because I write anything that isn't true, but I don't want the hassle.

So I can't even ruin a business correctly in their eyes. Man, I suck.

:)