Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Super Bowl for Indy in Just Days Away !
Being and living in Indianapolis my whole, well very close to it at least, life has given me such pride when I now can mention the name of the city to people around the country and they actually know where that is and the amazing events that we have held here. Not only have we always been known for the Indianapolis 500, and now the Brickyard 400. Now we have made a name for ourselves in the convention world with Black Expo and FFA and many others. Now an even larger viewing spectator sport of the Super Bowl has arrived and the energy is palpable! My husband and I are self employed and we purchased season tickets to the Colts games back when Harbaugh was QB and we were losing all the time. At that time, we gave the tickets to customers in order to be in their good graces. UNTIL PEYTON ... and of course it was frowned upon to give customers favors.
So needless to say, I got hooked on Peyton and our family has loved going to the games and tailgating together and sharing in the wonderful wins that brought our team to the forefront. Then the economy tanked and so did our business and it suited our needs to sell our seats for a profit instead of spending the extra money it took to go down to the city for the day. It was painful at first, but then when Peyton was hurt, I felt we would not be able to sell the seats. But they continued to be picked up for a wonderful price that helped us through some tough spots. I was hoping so badly that we would win a lottery of sorts that they have developed in order to decide which season ticket holders would get to keep their seats for the BIG game. We still haven't heard anything and we are a week away. So I guess it is not in our cards.
I am still so excited for our city and I can not wait to go down and walk through the Super Bowl Village and see all the bands and food and games and fun set up for all our visitors and for us. I know my daughter will most certainly want to do the zip line. She may even convince me to do it as well ;D
Indianapolis may not have the skyline of Chicago or New York, but it has a solid heart and soul of people who will support our Colts wether they win or lose and lose and lose. It is scary for next season to see so many changes in the program, but also exciting as I feel the change and new blood that can bring great things. I will miss my old favorites as Mitch just took down his Fat Head sticker of Marvin Harrison in order to paint his room. He has so many memories of games in his room and even a signed print of Peyton himself to Mitch personally!
It makes me a little sad to see some of his Colts stuff coming down, but Mitch will come home again. He is young, he likes the teams that win. Me... die hard til the end. So is Sam and she will be here to send off the Super Bowl in style with us ! Once in a lifetime opportunity and it falls on Mitch's birthday so a double whammy ;D
I hope you all get a chance to go down and experience our great city and see the good that Mitch Daniels and Mayor Ballard and the Super Bowl Committee have done to make us shine. My parents are so cool, they are volunteering! No big surprise... they are in their mid seventies and always take part in any history making events. Let's hope that the weather stays nice and people will come away from here speaking highly of our city. Yes, we wish it were us in that stadium. But at least one Manning is in there and he will kick some Brady Butt for sure !
Here's to a fun football week and weekend to follow!
Happy Super Bowl Peeps, we will be partying in safe style and we wish the same for you ;D
Go Giants !
Jo Lynn Sudenly
So needless to say, I got hooked on Peyton and our family has loved going to the games and tailgating together and sharing in the wonderful wins that brought our team to the forefront. Then the economy tanked and so did our business and it suited our needs to sell our seats for a profit instead of spending the extra money it took to go down to the city for the day. It was painful at first, but then when Peyton was hurt, I felt we would not be able to sell the seats. But they continued to be picked up for a wonderful price that helped us through some tough spots. I was hoping so badly that we would win a lottery of sorts that they have developed in order to decide which season ticket holders would get to keep their seats for the BIG game. We still haven't heard anything and we are a week away. So I guess it is not in our cards.
I am still so excited for our city and I can not wait to go down and walk through the Super Bowl Village and see all the bands and food and games and fun set up for all our visitors and for us. I know my daughter will most certainly want to do the zip line. She may even convince me to do it as well ;D
Indianapolis may not have the skyline of Chicago or New York, but it has a solid heart and soul of people who will support our Colts wether they win or lose and lose and lose. It is scary for next season to see so many changes in the program, but also exciting as I feel the change and new blood that can bring great things. I will miss my old favorites as Mitch just took down his Fat Head sticker of Marvin Harrison in order to paint his room. He has so many memories of games in his room and even a signed print of Peyton himself to Mitch personally!
It makes me a little sad to see some of his Colts stuff coming down, but Mitch will come home again. He is young, he likes the teams that win. Me... die hard til the end. So is Sam and she will be here to send off the Super Bowl in style with us ! Once in a lifetime opportunity and it falls on Mitch's birthday so a double whammy ;D
I hope you all get a chance to go down and experience our great city and see the good that Mitch Daniels and Mayor Ballard and the Super Bowl Committee have done to make us shine. My parents are so cool, they are volunteering! No big surprise... they are in their mid seventies and always take part in any history making events. Let's hope that the weather stays nice and people will come away from here speaking highly of our city. Yes, we wish it were us in that stadium. But at least one Manning is in there and he will kick some Brady Butt for sure !
Here's to a fun football week and weekend to follow!
Happy Super Bowl Peeps, we will be partying in safe style and we wish the same for you ;D
Go Giants !
Jo Lynn Sudenly
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Slow Start to 2012
I haven't been able to get myself to write in a while, and I'm sure it's because of how unsure I have become. I think if you attend a New Years Eve Party that rocks your confidence, you waste too much of the fresh, untainted year dwelling on details that won't matter to anyone in days maybe even hours, if it did at all. At my age, it feels as if I have regressed back in to that young awkward self doubting teen, that worried about what others thought of me at any given moment. Self involved and self absorbed and always assuming that you don't fit in. A friend told me that it was the opposite of puberty, it was an actual symptom of menopause. The reversal taking place and playing tricks on your rationality. I'm hoping it passes really soon, it was hell as a teen and it is hell now.
Some of my thoughts have a real basis for concern, as I know releasing a memoir exposing every gory detail of your life over the past 50 years can tend to make one paranoid. Wondering.... well what did they think? Do they still like me? Is is total garbage? Did they even bother to read it?
While other thoughts are those same insecure ridiculous questions in your head such as...Do I talk too much? Am I loud? No one got that joke. Do I have a stupid laugh? Do they like my shirt? I bet they hate this necklace and they are just not telling me. Why don't they like the same shows as me? Why do I feel like such an outcast? I bet my breath stinks. Once these thoughts begin, I turn in to the shrinking violet little girl and hide.
Trying to stay focused on the positive because there is truly so much to be grateful for in my life and let those little insecurities sink to the bottom of my glass half full. It's weird though, just when I begin to feel like I can step outside again, something is said or happens that turns me right back to being twelve again. Although even at twelve, with zits and fever blisters, I was able to fake my confidence in a room. I can no longer do that it seems. Stripped and naked, I stand exposed for all to see the real me.
I don't like the unknown, and I want every person who has read my book to tell me what they thought of it. Even if it ends up selling 10,000 copies, I NEED to know! You know how those Hollywood Movie Star types get all caught up in their work and just die over what the critics or the reviews say? That is what I fear I have become... one of those insecure jerks who needs a pep talk every five minutes. Lift me up, tell me how great I am, tell me that it was awesome. I can't handle the truth. Well the truth is, I don't like this feeling and it makes me self loathe, and left weak and crippled. I want my strong empowered woman feeling back and it better show up soon, or the next 3 months will be spent under the covers hoping my thighs don't get any bigger.
My website hasn't helped much because of the problems it has given me, and the fact that my wonderful son decided to download a gazillion episodes of Jersey Shore on MY MacBook. Leaving it full and slow and me enraged with HOW DARE YOU? Don't you know I'm a writer? Don't you understand how important that Mac is to me? Couldn't you have used your own Ipad that G-ma got you? or the HUGH in size and in memory gorgeous MAC you have sitting on your desk? Ok... so at least the kid is smart enough not to slow down his own property, but the lack of respect for mine he has shown, has sent me into a tyrant that is totally fixated on getting Snookie off of MY MAC !
I'm just in limbo right now, with the computer issues and thinking I may have to dump and restore the whole thing and worry that the things I really wanted on there won't be on my external hard drive when I'm ready to begin again. But also the frustration of not knowing how many books I have sold and no avenue to find out until February! So how am I suppose to sell myself and this book, if I have no compass as to how it has gone thus far? Do I spend our families money on more books when I have learned there are three mistakes in it? Do I spend the money to fix the mistakes? The same person did not notice all three, three seperate found one. So I'm thinking hey, thats okay. A LOT of people skim when they read and won't catch it right? UGH... no, I HATE mistakes!
So I thought before I have this blog linked to my website, which really should be working early next week, with a place for you to purchase my book directly from me and have it signed any way you would like, that I would give you a post of just how this newly published author is feeling on this 15th day of January already ! How can this time thing be moving so quickly? Does it have anything to do with Global Warming? I swear I can feel the earth turning faster, maybe because it is melting and it knows it better step up the pace if it is going to at least make it to the Super Bowl!
Thanks for reading my rant, and I will keep you informed as to wether my son lives or dies when I restore this Mac. I will write to you from his Ipad !!!!!!! So long for now, and let the good times be plentiful and light and the bad times be few, heavy and sink. Wish me Luck and tell me I'm beautiful ;D
Ta Ta for now,
Your whacked out writer friend, Jo
Some of my thoughts have a real basis for concern, as I know releasing a memoir exposing every gory detail of your life over the past 50 years can tend to make one paranoid. Wondering.... well what did they think? Do they still like me? Is is total garbage? Did they even bother to read it?
While other thoughts are those same insecure ridiculous questions in your head such as...Do I talk too much? Am I loud? No one got that joke. Do I have a stupid laugh? Do they like my shirt? I bet they hate this necklace and they are just not telling me. Why don't they like the same shows as me? Why do I feel like such an outcast? I bet my breath stinks. Once these thoughts begin, I turn in to the shrinking violet little girl and hide.
Trying to stay focused on the positive because there is truly so much to be grateful for in my life and let those little insecurities sink to the bottom of my glass half full. It's weird though, just when I begin to feel like I can step outside again, something is said or happens that turns me right back to being twelve again. Although even at twelve, with zits and fever blisters, I was able to fake my confidence in a room. I can no longer do that it seems. Stripped and naked, I stand exposed for all to see the real me.
I don't like the unknown, and I want every person who has read my book to tell me what they thought of it. Even if it ends up selling 10,000 copies, I NEED to know! You know how those Hollywood Movie Star types get all caught up in their work and just die over what the critics or the reviews say? That is what I fear I have become... one of those insecure jerks who needs a pep talk every five minutes. Lift me up, tell me how great I am, tell me that it was awesome. I can't handle the truth. Well the truth is, I don't like this feeling and it makes me self loathe, and left weak and crippled. I want my strong empowered woman feeling back and it better show up soon, or the next 3 months will be spent under the covers hoping my thighs don't get any bigger.
My website hasn't helped much because of the problems it has given me, and the fact that my wonderful son decided to download a gazillion episodes of Jersey Shore on MY MacBook. Leaving it full and slow and me enraged with HOW DARE YOU? Don't you know I'm a writer? Don't you understand how important that Mac is to me? Couldn't you have used your own Ipad that G-ma got you? or the HUGH in size and in memory gorgeous MAC you have sitting on your desk? Ok... so at least the kid is smart enough not to slow down his own property, but the lack of respect for mine he has shown, has sent me into a tyrant that is totally fixated on getting Snookie off of MY MAC !
I'm just in limbo right now, with the computer issues and thinking I may have to dump and restore the whole thing and worry that the things I really wanted on there won't be on my external hard drive when I'm ready to begin again. But also the frustration of not knowing how many books I have sold and no avenue to find out until February! So how am I suppose to sell myself and this book, if I have no compass as to how it has gone thus far? Do I spend our families money on more books when I have learned there are three mistakes in it? Do I spend the money to fix the mistakes? The same person did not notice all three, three seperate found one. So I'm thinking hey, thats okay. A LOT of people skim when they read and won't catch it right? UGH... no, I HATE mistakes!
So I thought before I have this blog linked to my website, which really should be working early next week, with a place for you to purchase my book directly from me and have it signed any way you would like, that I would give you a post of just how this newly published author is feeling on this 15th day of January already ! How can this time thing be moving so quickly? Does it have anything to do with Global Warming? I swear I can feel the earth turning faster, maybe because it is melting and it knows it better step up the pace if it is going to at least make it to the Super Bowl!
Thanks for reading my rant, and I will keep you informed as to wether my son lives or dies when I restore this Mac. I will write to you from his Ipad !!!!!!! So long for now, and let the good times be plentiful and light and the bad times be few, heavy and sink. Wish me Luck and tell me I'm beautiful ;D
Ta Ta for now,
Your whacked out writer friend, Jo
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