Last assignment completed

It's done. Finally. Over 2 weeks late, I've finally finished my last writing assignment. It's packaged with extra stamps and ready to be dropped in the mail box. Thank goodness.

I think my muse has been on vacation since the snow fell. She was all "It's cold, then sun isn't out and I'm outta here!" I think she's somewhere in the tropics, getting tan and drinking margaritas. Bitch. So I had to tackle this last one without her. And that I did.

I'm not done with the class, I still need to get my instructors feedback and my certificate. (That's right. I get a certificate saying I completed this course.) But I've done all the assignments, and done them well I think. And now I need to figure out where to go from here. The publication world is HUGE! And I need to somehow narrow my scope and just pick a few to send my pieces to. And I need to rework some pieces and surly start new ones.

I gotta say, I'm quite proud of myself. This writing class was the first thing in my life I did completely on my own. No outside influences, not because I had to, not because someone told me so. It was all me. And I think I did a fine job. I've grown in my writing, my vocabulary, expressing myself, my ability to tell stories. Now I just need to practice, I don't want to loose all that I've learned.

And in the spirit of Dory from Finding Nemo, "Just keep writing, just keep writing, just keep writing, writing, writing."

Stupid fariytales

I need to find me an Aidan. From Sex and the City, Carrie's boyfriend who was way too good for her. I'm watching the episode where he won't sleep with her and she wonders why. He says he's trying to romance her, "Remember romance?" he asks. He draws her a lovely bubble bath with candles and everything. And doesn't even expect to sleep with her that night.

I don't think men like that exist. This is why it's so easy to fall in love with the Aidan's and the Colin Firth's from Pride and Prejudice and the Jake Ryan's from 16 Candles and all those other men from Hollywood, they're FICTIONAL! They aren't real and the real men in today's world don't play like that.

Robin Williams said once "God gave men two brains, but only enough blood to power one brain at a time."

I've said for over the last year that I'm going to write a book. You know, those books Something For Dummies; Facebook for Dummies, Knitting for Dummies, Cooking for Dummies. My book is going to be Women for Dummies. I'm going to write a book for men, to break us down for them. When we say we're fine, we're not fine, but we're not ready to discuss it yet. When we tell you our problems, it's not so you will fix it, 90% of the time we just want you to listen. When we say those earrings are pretty, pay attention and perhaps purchase them or something like them for the next gift giving occasion. I can keep going...

I don't want to say I'm waiting for my Prince Charming. Because my life is wonderful with me being single and fabulous. But part of me is waiting, hoping for someone to come into my life and share it with me.

Damn you Hollywood, for creating perfect men that we amazing women will never have because they aren't real. Curses! I shake my fist at you!

Our Leader

I am so glad that Barack Obama is OUR president. I just watched the State of the Union address and I got teary eyed. He is the first political leader that I really feel is speaking to me, in words and terms I can understand, about issues that matter in my life, and I feel like he really cares. This time last year I didn't expect all the stuff he promised during the campaign to be solved right away. Decisions like that take time and effort and surly lots of patience. I'm just pleased he is doing it. Something. Anything. He is making moves to better our country. I really feel like he is working for the American people, he wants us to be a community despite our differences. One of my favorite things he said tonight was "We were sent here to serve our citizens not our ambitions." I don't think any other politician has spoken for the general public as well as he does. I commend him, his words, his beliefs, his work. I still have the red "I Voted" sticker in my wallet. I intend on saving it to remind myself that I helped put a man in office who gave me hope, hope in our nation and hope in people.

Is there a phoiba word for this?

I'm not afraid of much. My biggest fear is fear of the unknown. I guess I'm what Kennedy was talking about "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." I'm not afraid of spiders - but I'm not a fan of them either. Small spaces don't frighten me, but it's also not like I'd choose to go in one. I don't like the dark and tend to turn on a light before I enter a room. But I don't need a night-light to sleep.

But I have a very substantial fear that I'm going to turn into the Crazy Cat Lady. You know, the one who has multiple cats, framed pictures of them, carries pictures with and shows them at parties, she continuously smells of cats.

And I just became a cat owner. I am currently sitting at the Crazy Cat Lady crossroads and do not want to go down it. I don't want to be given post-it notes with cats on it as gifts, and I am way to cute and way to funny to be the Crazy Cat Lady.

I think I'm blogging about this so that someone else knows about it, even though nearly everyone in my life has heard me talk about it. It's like I'm counting on someone to hold me responsible to NOT become that lady. A friend of mine says I can easily avoid this in two steps. One, never have more than one cat. And two, (this is for all facebook users) never have a facebook photo album dedicated just to my cat. She says pictures of pets are like pictures of your lover, naked. They're nice for you, but no one else cares. I think she has a very valid point.

I've read that every writer needs a cat. Well here I am. And here is my cat, on my lap watching the cursor crawl across the screen.

This here is my self-pledge to love my cat whole-heartedly (and so far, he rocks) but to love the fact that I am NOT the Crazy Cat Lady now and intend to stay that way.

My 15 minutes

I'm famous! But only in Minneapolis. And only for about 6 seconds. And only if my name is Stacy Rowly. But hey, it's me!!

Click here, I think I'm around the 1 minute mark.
And if that doesn't work here's the link to copy/paste
http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=837885&catid=391

They came into my store today, asking to interview people for the game this coming Sunday against the New Orleans Saints. Who knew I'd be one of them!?

And it's official, I really said "Dude" on television. Or actually Stacy Rowly said "Dude" on television.

Have a good giggle at me. I did!

I don't wanna!

I have an assignment, my last one, due in 2 days and I've got very little written down. I've been much more a fan of reading rather than writing lately. Thanks to my mom and me finally listening to her book advice and picking up a book called Outlander. It was so excellent that I bought the sequel and started reading it right away.

My last piece for the class is just sort of all over the place. I haven't got a focus, I haven't got a structure, I'm just sort of writing what comes to my mind and then trying to organize it. But from what I hear, that is normal.

As I write this, my cat's head is sitting on my computer, watching the cursor crawl across the page as I type. I've read that every writer needs a cat. Well I guess I'm set. Now I just need to get some inspiration.

I think my muse is on vacation. In some tropical paradise, I'm sure. Drinking something fruity with alcohol you can't taste. And getting tan. And getting hit on. Bitch.

She needs to come back. I'm getting nowhere without her. And it's starting to piss me off.

See? Even this post has no focus. Not wanting to do something, reading, cats, muse. I'm all over the place.

A good note from today, I found an Indian Head Penny dated 1902. It's over 100 years old. I kept it. It's cool.

OK. Yoga tonight. Perhaps that will help me focus. Perhaps.

My new addition

Ever since I moved into my own place I've been going back and forth back and forth on the topic of getting a cat. I was on board for a while and then off and then on. It's been a little annoying. And my mom has been fully on board with the whole idea for quite some time.

Well, last night I got me a little furry, four-legged friend and brought him home.



Ladies and Gents, meet Deets Augustus. Named for two of my favorite characters from Lonesome Dove.

I got him at the Humane Society, he's 7 months old, and he just sat right down in my arms in the visitation room. Seemed like a match made in heaven.


A little over an hour after being home, he was all tuckered out.


Can I get a collective "Awwwwww"?