Seven things that may or may not relay my state of mind at this particular moment in time

I've been tagged by my friend Richard and he was chosen by his friend(the writer and gradual student) Jai Clare on her blog The Cusp of Something, and I've chosen to play also.

Seven things to do before I die
1. see my grand kids get married
2 see an actual extra tererstrial
3 get an agent
4 scare the hell outta folks because I did
5 go back to Tohatchi New Mexico
6 Avoid croaking before my time
7 finsih a tenth book

Seven things I cannot do:
1. listen to too much crap from high brow morons
2 solve the worlds problems, who'd listen to me!
3.I can't stop myself from trying
4 can't stop writing humor, it useless, I tried
5 I'm with him on the airplane! no way am I getting out while its upthere.
6 I can't stand to listen to Madonna, what a yuk
7 I can't stand one more cup of tea, give me some coffee! Folgers please!

Seven things that attract me to my mate:
1 his eyes
2 His smile
3 his wonderful sense of humor, married me didn't he
4 His biker attitude
5. his wild immagination
6 his sense of well being about where we are in life
7 his positive attitude about me and my stories

Seven books I love:
1. The bible
2 Joe leaphorn stories, tony hillerman
3. dragon books Anne Mc Caffrey
4 Everything by O Henry
5 I am spock, cracked me up
6 Rondy voo, my all time favorite book
7The Henry, yes I wrote them!

Seven things I say:
1. Cool.. say it way too much
2 morning humaoids, can't help it
3 I love ya gobs,
4wanna play?
5man! that sucks!
6Sorry
7 knock it off! yeah, that means you

Seven movies I've loved

1 Batteries not included
2. Dark crystal
32001 a space oddessy
4 Galaxy Quest
5 Ben Hur
6 Zone Trooper
7 Toy Story

Seven people to tag:
okay I'll get their websites tomorrow
okay whoever I tag, its your turn!!

My typical writing morning

My Writers morning
I don’t know about the rest of you writers out there but, until I have my first cup of coffee in the morning, my words just run together. First thing I do as I make my way to the bathroom, is turn the trusty ole computer on. Then while its loading I try and make my pot of coffee. Usually about then, husband stumbles into the room always with the same question; “So what you working on today?”

I haven’t even had one cup of my marvelous brain juice mind you. I smile at him, “Yes I have to smile or I would smack him!” I don’t bother answering. Okay, he sits there sipping his cup and begins the thousand question morning.

“Did you get that story done? What happened? How many have you submitted this week? How about those edits you were working on, how they coming along?”

Now I don’t want to hear that I am alone in this. You have to reassure me that other writers have these early morning quiz shows.

Finally, three cups later I make my way to my office to open my latest piece of work that still needs editing. Standing there in the middle of my desk is my cat. Her eyes are slits and her ears are laid back against her head. Before I can edit a word I have to move into the feed the critter mode. So the kitties are happy, word processor is hot and ready to roll.

A voice echoes through the house ending at my office door.
“Sweetie? What’s for breakfast?”

Okay, back to wife mode. My story sits and stews. The kitties curl in my chair and somehow some part of that furry creature begins to hit the delete button on the keyboard. Letters and words, one by one slowly disappear into the mists of a cyber trashcan. When finally husband is fed and happy I return to two words remaining on my screen

**The End**

Frantically I search for my trusty backup disc. Move the two cats now asleep in the chair and begin to download the same story I had been working on for a week. I use to complain because I had to work full time and write. Now it’s a full time job to try and write.

Somewhere along the way, something got screwed up, maybe it was me?

Anyone else have this problem?

someone said, tell us about time.

Heres my wierd thought on time;Time is an enemy or it can be a golden point in your life.Too often it works against us, too much to do, no time. Then for one split second, something happens to make it stand still. A smile, a flower a gentle touch from a friend. A moment frozen in time, never to disappear. Time is fleeting yet stands before you like stone. A time to laugh, minutes of everyday. These times are forever. A time to cry? These moments quickly erased. A time to be born, another bit of time cherished. A time to die; These times make us remember. So that when a loved one or friend dies, we regain time. All the minutes, hours seconds with that person once again spring to the surface. We gain minutes, hours, days and years of the things we almost forgot. Time is not an enemy but a holder of memories almost lost during our everyday life. Sometimes it's time..for time.

Tuesdays tempting treats

Well not alot of tempting going on. I met some mean folks on zoe and had to disinvite myself from his office. I'm not use to meanies. yuck. but enough of that, its up to me not to let anyone interfere with my day! I finally got my wonderful rejection form letter from Glimmertrain. Sheesh. Maybe thats why I am grumpy. I'm not grumpy at all, shall I repeat this one hundred times? Naw, I did submit lots of places though over this past week. So its a waiting game again. Oh lots of wonderful things have happened though! I have a new little motor bike, and I can't ride it! Wonderful huh! I will get this down pat yet! Mark my words..no don't. Heh heh heh
I finished another neat short story and also had fun playing in the woods, what great wierd weather were having. I submitted a neat story to amazon to go with my Amazon blog, go there if you have time and tell me what you think, ok? Go to search books, type in rondy voo and then go see my blog. Too many Peggy Johnsons out there to use my name. Pashaw! Thats okay, they write great books too! Well, I'm off to write an article or two and get them turned in. Have a wonderful afternoon and make a note to stop by when you can. I promise I will try not to be as boring as I am today!
Blessings!!

Fun with Fridays the 13th

"Fun and Freaky Friday 13th. I am so crackin up. Was thinking of maybe a bar b que later on.. looks like my kitty is up to it too .. Isn't she cuteCnn's been going on and on about Friday the 13th, all must be pretty durn good in the world if thats todays headlines. Its cold wet and rainy here today and I am stuck in the house. Bummer! Well, a day like today makes me really enjoy having all my cats in my office, fur balls and all. thats okay. I've submitted my manuscript and a couple queries this past week, so cross your fingers for me, okay? Still no rejection from glimmertrain, sure wish they'd get it overwith . No I'm not thinking negative, want to move on and get it to places that take multiple submissions. This wait 3 months drives me nuts, doesn't it bug you ? Well. so husband and I finished editing a few more stories so may just spend some time submitting them too. The more thats out there the better! Right! Well, better run and find those spots needing some fun stuff to read. Have a great day and think positive about something today. I'll do the same. See ya soon.

Mondays are like this....

Well, I've been trying to post a neat photo why I don't get as much writing done when its cold out.. hopefully I'll get it figured out eventually. Was a wonderful Sunday and today was almost as warm. There we go, by George I think I've got it!
I've been rescuing these neat friends for about 10 years, so don't bother counting. All the females are no fixed, except 2 babies I found. now I'm going to do the fellas, so they don't get hurt too bad fighting. Whats this got to do with writing? They are on My desk, thats what. LOL . when its cold out this is where they end up.. Hmmmmm.
I've been working on the new Cletus story all yeaterday evening, only about 1500 words, pooh, wrong music like I said. Well perhaps I'll get my Willy Nelson CD out, that out to put me in a good ole country mood. This old blog has been getting a few comments lately, thanks to all. I've got a story to work on, so this is short and sweet today. Live long and be phosporus. I love that heh heh heh

Sunday in the Ozarks

Howdy everyone! Got your coffee? Hows that for a view? Looks like a painting instead of the view out my window.
Well still no rejections from anyone, maybe tomorrow LOL! Well, I've been telling you about my redneck, fun bubba stories and how magazines aren't interested. I made a decision to put them all together and make a fun book. Lots of short and not so short stories about Brenda Sue and her husband Cletus. I make my self laugh when I'm trying to edit them. Put a few on Zoe and they are just cracking up too. Submit they say! Sure, to where? So I bet when they are all in one book, I'll have an agent or publisher git it out there. Maybe the POD thing I love to do. I just can't imagine running around having to promote a book, too many stories to work on..No way do I want to go to New York City for book signings. I have this aversion to crowds and well, can you blame me? Too many years in the woods. Naw, I've nothing wrong with me , just don't want to get rich and famous. Just sell words, thats what I want. Well, I need another cup of coffee. If any of you guys have any other ideas, throw them at me. I'm easy, I'm open. I'm also nuts Have a wonderful day guys!
Peg

What a great week end this is going to be!

Happy Saturday all. Should be great to play outside on this fine Saturday. Not too hot(I wish) not to cold (with 3 shirts on). This is a neat place I hike to, I call it deer camp, looks like other folks used it long ago for thaat. The colors are neat and it winds through the brush to a clearing. Neat isn't it. A bit of my Ozark yard. I spent all day yesterday revising and submitting stories all over the place. That way they're not just sitting there growing dust bunnies. By the way, what do you feed dust bunnies anyway? During my research I was in a way groseed out. I am not mainstream. Do you know what the fastest. most often site are that buy stories? Erotica, sy yuck! No offense. I can't imagine selling my self out just to make a buck. If I get really desperate, I'll sell more goodies on Ebay! So, that explains alot to me. Moral standards are comprimised by the market. What is the world is the matter with folks anyway? Look at TV programs, rehasing old shows, almost porn have we as a society degraded that much? In the movies all they are doing is making shows from old television sitcoms hopeing that the boomers(Thats us boys and girls) will pay money to reminise about youth. Give me a break! Okay, I'm off my soap box. For now anyway.
Well I have a story over at the P&E site up for vote. Short story from Hobart. Heavens I'm doing it again aren't I
I'm heading out to the woods to think up something fun to write. Oh yeah, I found a fun site too. Southern Humorists.. check it out..crack ya up good stuff too.
I'll try and get back soon, keep writing, don't sell out, stick to your guns and write what makes you feel good. Have a great week end!

A hiking we will go!

Mornig, afternoon. whatever the case may be. My oh my I do need to spend more time checking for typo's. I'll try, ..forget it, much more fun to just tell ya whats going on. Well still no rejection letter from Glimmertrain, should be anytime now. Finished another spur of the moment story yesterday, Retiremennt or something like it, or did I already tell you that, no matter. Its on its way to Amazon shorts, we'll see how quick it comes back and then off it can go again! It was a grand morning, chilly so I headed to the woods, thats when I get all my..wonder what would happen? stories. Heres a quick picture from the woods. I'm trying to get the GPS thing working, husband thought it might help me keep from getting lost. So far..so good.
Now whatever your planning for today, have fun with it! Don't take no for an answer either, if I had my first book would still be in a drawer somewhere for sure. So have fun, have a coffee and spend sometime reading or writing this day. Well, time to get the Processor, Brain? keyboard? maybe both working. I'll try and let you know whats happening in these Ozark hills tomorrow.
I feel a story coming on, see you later all. By the way, thanks for the comments, I do appreciate them alot.
peg

Meet my friend Fancy!

This is my friend Fancy, shes a wild kitty that found me, I sure do attract cats and Thank goodness husband is a patient man. well, back to work;
Well its a brand New Year and I've finished my book, now all thats left is mail out that synopsis and get budy! I have a blog post thing on Amazon next to the two books I already have published. That may help sales. I also am submitting at least two stories somewhere each week, lets see how long I can keep it up. I submitted a story to the Missouri review without reading the mag fist. Yuck, I can't write stuff like they like. Hope I get rejected..my mistake.
I've just finished a couple short stories and they are so funny and to my dismay..they are politicall incorrect..yep, thats what I said. My first rejection said; Very funny but relies too much on steretypes for humor.." Right! I live in the Ozark mountains and humor about the fun folks here is steretypical. Glad the locals love them. Well back to wwork again. Thanks for coming by. I'll show you a few more of my feline friends tomorrow. I have been getting them fixed as quickly as money allows. Its great!
God bless you guys for coming by. Ya know it wouldn't hurt to drop me a line sometime. Oh one more thing. Go buy my books on amazon if you get a chance. Lets get some regular folks books in the top 100. Funny I know. anyway Till tomorrow!

Well December is half over and where Have I Been?

I wasn't paying attention to where everyone went and lo and behold they were doing the nano nano thingie. Me? I finished my Novel and its all ready for the publisher, of course being I am lazy and have no wants of fame nore fortune I go the publish on demand way. Why? The waiting; send it off wait send it off wait some more. Nope I wanna be a paperback writer, sounds like the Beatles tune. The world has a story to tell and it is benefit all humanity. My goal to tell a story and make the world laugh, smile or maybe contemplate an alternate history. You guessed it. I wanted to put my stories here and the magazines keep telling me if its on a blog its already published. Say what? Then wheres my check.
Now I want to figure out how to put some photos here. I am bound to find some kind sould who says; Its easy, here do this.. so email me somebody. I'm finished like I said with the book so now I am on a Redneck Kick, I'm laughing my self silly writing these stories. Cletus has a bunch of adventures just waiting for the right magazine. So where does a ozark Lilly send some funny redneck humor anyway.

A subbing we will go!

Well, I figure if you don't submit you'll never get the words out there. Today and yesterday I submitted about four stories. A couple to glimmertrain, will let you know when the rejection letters arrive and a few others to some mags that were recommended. I'm not one to get disheartened easy, figure every now and then someone will have to like the story. When and if they do zI'll make sure they're not here. so now ya see them now ya don't. Have a wonderful day world. live long and well, you know the drill :o)
God bless!
peg

They said write a story that you were abducted by aliens

So heres mine, Just a little bit of fun

“I don’t care, take it back! This specimen it completely unacceptable! Get it away from me!”
I smiled at the gray I had no idea what it was going on and on about. “Hey, I let you experiment on me, so what’s the problem?”
I ran my fingers up its long slender arm. I could feel the static discharges as I touched it. It seemed to back away from me. Its eyes were so dark and large. I touched its cheek and my fingers circled it mouth. I guess it’s a mouth.
The gray handed a key to another and pointed at me, slowly backing away.
“If I come back here and It’s still here!! They’ll be hell to pay! Get that creature away from me!”
The smaller of the two gently took my arm and led me towards the door. With a push of a button and a flash of light, here I am.
“Even aliens don’t want me! I hollered as I stamped my foot.

Hobartpulp published my story!

You can go to their ezine and read it oo. www.hobartpulp.com/fiction
More than a little impressed
I hope you like it, it was a blast to write too.
Well I am off to work on my story. Have a fine Saturday world!
Peg

Well that should get me caught up for a while,

I have a few other things that have happened. I inquired to an agent and he requested I query him with my book..no respose yet.. I am not going to cry if its a no go..the whole object of writing is to be sure all the crazy stories I have are not lost. I think it would be neat if my grandkids had to do a book report and they chose one of grammas books. clean enough for kids, engrossing enough for adults. The world is a changin..but I'm not going to. I want the Good Lord to smile and say;
Well done daughter. well done.
Have a great night worl!
See you tomorrow.
Peg

A Shameless plug

since no one reads this I can go ahead and plug my books all I want.

Go to my website
www.rondyvoo.com and buy my books! They are fun clean make you laugh sort of books. Well maybe not the Henry; its a book about a ghost who doesn't know hes a ghost 3 lost skiers a trio of murderous brothers and the sheriff who gets caught in it all. a wonderful ghost story!

Rondyvoo a trip through time, literally! I'm sure many of you have attended festivals where folks dress up play the parts of pioneers and all that, well thats what I did for over ten years and this bit of fun has a twist. Real time travelers playing .. well lets not give it all away now shall we.
Go ahead order one on Amazon or ask your library to order it. Lets get some fun back into reading shall we?
Okay now, back to more stories.

What my cat thinks about me...

I watch her sleep, my human. So frail yet so wise. I know that if she stirs she will caress me softly. She will not know what I have done this night, she is content only that I am here. I have protected her sleeping form from evil. Evil Eight legged things that would harm her, not this night, not ever! I know that if she reaches for me, I will be there. For her this is comfort, I can do no more or less for her. I have seen her open the magical thing, the thing that hold such wonderous smells. Smells that send shivers from one end of my fur to the others. A delight to behold and feel.
Tonight she is restless, she moves back and forth, dreams plaguing her. I will softly knead my pads on her chest, softly sing to her. In those few moments before dawn when she is neither here no there, she will come and romp with me. Many times have we languished in tall grass together, played and hunted, in daylight it’s still unknown to her. A dream? Maybe, but a dream she cherishes. I will take her now to play with me, I can nap later through the day. Her comfort and love is what I was sent here for. The creator gave her to me, yes, just me. She sleeps now, a soft smile on her face. Her hand gently touching me again. I sing for her until finally we both sleep. I am hers. She belongs to me. No evil will befall her whilst I am on guard.Purrrrrr.

Now they want a short story,

that says, wait till I get my hands on you; I don't do murd“Just wait till I get my hands on you” I still can hear it. It’s echoing in my mind, right this very minute. I just didn’t think she meant it. No I didn’t think it possible.Turning the corner from the parking lot, I see the car. Its still parked there, the black Limo. I wonder how long before the cops figure it out. He ain’t coming back. It might be a few days before, well they smell it. I won’t think of that right now.The sky is clouding up, looks like rain. Darker and darker the clouds swirling above me, ominous puffs of a storm still to come. Better than the storm I am leaving behind me. I fumble with the key, it seems to have a mind of its own. I feel it turning and finally hear the click of the tumblers. Inside it dark, a pile of smelly dirty clothes sitting in the middle of the floor. The odor is horrendous, but I add to the pile as I drop my bloody shirt atop it all. I guess in my mind I realize, it doesn’t matter, no one will ever see it. The shower stall is coated with lime deposits, long past cleaning, another one of my procrastinations. It doesn’t matter now, no not at all. I can feel the hot water slowly form a fog around me, brutishly scrubbing the awful stench from me. I know its of no avail, nothing can ever remove it, not the strongest soap. Nothing.I hurriedly put on fresh pants and a shirt, the night is still young. I gathered up what few valuables I had, wadded the paper bag closed and dumped the trash out over the dirty clothes pile. Then I slowly emptied the container of aftershave on top it all, raising pieces to be sure and saturate them all. I watched as the flame from the candle gentle licked at the fluid, no not yet, I thought to myself. It had to be slow, to gently burn and then consume it all. No evidence could remain, no none.I left the light on in the kitchen, it would hide the small fire as it grew to life. Avoiding suspicion until too late. That should be it now, within a few hours all the evidence will all be gone.The bar was fairly alive with people. I found a small corner seat and ordered a boilermaker. The waitress smiled at me as she sat it in front of me. I watched her. She might be a good person to play with tonight.
. Slowly the bar emptied, it was almost two now. I could hear sirens in the distance, I knew the plan was working, all the evidence would be burned by now. . I would win this one for sure. Nothing to link me to him. Nothing at all would remain.The waitress flicked the light switch, signaling closing time. I paid for my drinks and smiled at her. She waved after me, a smile crossing her tired face. I waited, the game was about to begin again. I watched her as she locked the door and slowly walked towards her locked vehicle. Her hands fumbled for the keys, I heard them hit the ground. It was time.“Mam, can I help? I can see your having a bit of problems tonight. Here I’ll get them for you.”I’ll never forget it, never if I live to see parole. It was the eyes, black like the pits of Hades. The smile, short and evil, no longer the pretty woman from just a moment ago. It was evil, no other words to describe it. Nothing. That was all I can remember. Two punctures in my neck, comatose here on the street until the squad car pulled up. All I know officer is if I confess, tell the truth, you’ll have to protect me from her. You’ll have to! The last thing I remember are those words! “Wait till I get my hands on you!”ers well but..

They asked me for a western, under 1000 words,

went over a tad and boy was there trouble..this is an excerpt from my book "Only brothers"
felt the softness of the buckskin against my shoulder, it was like velvet from back east. Like the blue dress I wore the night I met him. I tried not to think of what would happen next, all I can do now was wait."He promised he’d come for me. I have to keep faith, I have too."Suddenly the darkness abruptly ended as someonethrew open the flap of a door that was my prison.“You will come with me now. I have a surprise foryou and my brother when he comes Blonde one!”“But why, why must you kill him? He’s your brother! You chose to live with your mothers peopleand he chose his fathers. I just don’t understand!”Harley could see the smoke in the distance. Somehow he knew that this moment would come. Grey Elk had made it plain that this night would be the end of it. This night one of them would die. The smell of the cedar burning was like a gentle perfume in the cool night air. The big roan Harley rode snorted, smelling something on the wind. Silently slipping from the saddle Harley dropped behind the rocks lining the trail.He could see the outline of the camp from his hiding spot, he could see her silhouetted by the firelight. His brother was taunting him. Daring him to make a mistake, to show himself. Grey Elk was stupid. Harley whispered. There was no way he was going to make any early moves, no matter what. Kayla’s life depended on him keeping his wits, following the plan.Kayla jerked from Grey Elks grasp. “Your hurting me! What do you want from me anyway? He’s not going to just waltz in here to you. You know him better than that> “A evil look crossed the dark face of Grey Elk. A smile that sent shivers of fear through Kayla’s very soul. He pushed her forcefully towards the fire.“He’ll come. You have made him soft. He’s no longer Lakota. He’s of your clan now. A man with no home, no people. You have done this, you have killed him! So Blonde one, how does it feel to kill? Your heart feels this? What will he do when I kill you? You think he’s not out there? He watches. You‘ll see him die first.”The big roan snorted again and pushed Harley against the rocks.“Alright boy, I see him. I know. Shh, lets not give us away just yet. Easy boy.”He slipped the Winchester from its scabbard and checked the chamber. Harley knew not to lock and load yet. The silence of the night was against him. Slowly he moved around the edge of the stone wall and tried to get a better view. Maybe pick him off from here. Grey Elk turned and faced the darkness. “so brother, you come. Why hide? She is here, you can have her. Come now brother, this white mans way is against you. I can smell you brother.”Kayla tried to see beyond the fire. The darkness encompassed them. The eerie glow of the fire cast shadows like evil spirits dancing around her. “Harley! Run, don’t come in! Run!”Grey Elk smiled and slapped her across the face. Kaylas fell backwards landing next to the burning logs.“Very Good Blonde one. Scream again for me.”She rolled over to her knees and looked up at him.“That’s your plan? You can go to Hell! There’s nothing you can do to me, I’ll not say another word!”Grey Eagle reached down and grabbed her hair and jerked. “Get up!”Harley watched as Grey Eagle slapped Kayla’s and watched as she rolled near the fire. Quickly he ran towards the small outcrop of trees near the campsite. Grey Eagle jerked her hair and their voices echoed in the darkness hiding the sounds as he ran. He could see his eyes now, see the glint of eveil shining there. Lost was that brother from so long ago. Lost was the man he had trusted. He tried to remember what had happened. Not now! His mind reminded him. “Ready Blonde one? He is near now. He comes for you. Your Sheriff, your lover!”Kayla knew that if Grey Elk was right she couldn’t turn around she wouldn’t give Harley a reason to rush to her. To rush to certain death. Kayla took a deep breath and spit in Grey Eagle face.“Go to hell!”Grey Elk brought his fist up and smiled. “It won’t work, he’ll come. You will call for him!” His hand slid to the knife waiting in its sheath. The firelight reflecting from the blade as he brought it towards her face. Kayla backed up feeling the heat from the flames licking at her legs. The buckskin dress beginning to burn . Suddenly, without warning the big roan horse galloped towards the fire. The sounds of it’s hoofs pounding like thunder. Grey Eagle turned and raised his knife.The horse brushed aginst him and it sped away into the darkness. The sounds still echoing as it disappeared into the darkness.“”Grey Elk! Step away from her. Move! Kayla back away, get! Now!”Grey Elk grasped her arm even more tightly. His eyes straining to see beyond the light of the fire.“Come now brother. Let us finish this. Let us leave this woman out of it. YThis is between you and me brother.”Grey Elk shoved Kayla away from him. She rolled on the ground, then crawled towards the shadows.Stepping into the firelight Harley dusted off his hands. The blackness of his hair and eyes almost glowing from the dim light. The shiney silver star reflecting from his vest. The Winchester clutched in his hand beckoning for use.“Grey Elk, it’s over. You can’t win. We end this tonight. You have a choice. Get on your horse and disappear. Go back to our people. Forget this day.. I don’’t want to kill you, but I will!”Grey Elk slowly raised the knife. “Today is a good day for you to die my Brother! There is no other way!”Harley could swear he could hear the knife as it made it way towards him. A sound like death slowly calling your name. Then there was the sounds of a gun.. He quickly dropped to the ground and rolled away from the incoming blade. The gunshots echoing around him. He looked back at the fire and where Kayla had been. She stood there in the darkness, the flame of the black powder as it exploded it shell out to it’s mark. The pistol she had retrived from the saddle. Into the chest of Grey Elk. Again and again a bullet slammed into him. Harley walked toward her and slowly took the pistol from her hands."It's alright Kayla. Its over now.”Kayla retrieved the pistol from his hand and held it firmly.“Your damn right it is! Its finally over.”

Another flash story, true..

They wanted a story about something that scared you, made you think of God.. this happened to me many years ago;
Just finished loading my groceries into the ole V dub when I noticed the oil light flashing. I pulled the tab and popped the hood. Looking around in the front truck there wasn’t one lousy bottle of half used motor oil anywhere. You can be sure if I didn’t need it there’d be three or four just rolling and bouncing about. “Well, it’s not that far home.” mumbling to myself. I just hoped that it wasn’t gonna be my fault if the old engine finally gave out.I decided to take a short cut, cuts about four blocks off the trip. Maybe not a lot, but enough for me. The road curved around to the left and the V dub just chugged along as if it was new. I could hardly believe that the oil light was still flickering. I stopped at the school crossing waiting for the busload of kids to get off, the light flicked again. This time when I finally put it into gear it stayed off. Maybe the stupid light was broken, maybe make a quick pit stop for some sodas.I remember that it was starting to rain, not a lot just misting. The oil light was still off when I parked at the quick stop. Wouldn’t you know it, four other people waiting in front of me and every single one had to get their stupid check okayed. What a bunch of crap. Why didn’t this old lady have everything ready. What a loser.Did you ever wonder why we gripe about what others do then turn around and do it ourselves?Yep, there I stood, out of checks and money too.Embarrassed I apologized and feeling three inches tall slipped in behind the wheel.I was fuming. Why if their stupid credit card machine was working. I think I was making a list by now. Everyone but me was at fault.The oil light flickered again.I was going to have me a heart to heart talk with the guy at the service station. Just why he hadn’t fixed this right? My old man was going to catch it too. What the hell was the matter with him, making me drive a piece of crap like this?It was still four blocks home, me and my short cut.I topped the crest of the hill, just below was the main thorough fare. The traffic was moving pretty fast. One last stop sign, make a right, go two blocks and wallah! Home.I slipped the thing down into second and put my foot on the brake. My foot hit the floor board. I pumped it, three maybe four times. Nothing. Instead of maybe shutting it off, turning the key, my brain quit working. The V dub seemed to speed up. The traffic roared ahead and I was going to head right into it. No way to stop. I little voice, a message? Something just told me, take the side of the road. Aim anywhere but down there!Quickly I spun the wheel to the right. The houses sat on hillsides themselves. The bug tried to climb the hill and began to roll. The voice, in my head whispered, it’s okay. Shhh.For some unknown reason, the drivers door opened. Just as it would have rolled right over. There I sat, in my car being held up by its door. I waited while the motion stopped. The rocking and creaking still echoing in my head. Hurriedly I slipped out and ran behind it and up to the house above. My heart raced, I tried to catch my breath to talk to the lady standing there. She too can’t believe that its parked precariously on the side of the hill.Finally my brain began to work again. The lady was so kind, she offered her telephone to me. She was the very same lady I had just complained about at the store.I called home and tried to explain. He just didn’t get it, I guess I wasn’t making a lot of sense. Maybe my explanation of where I parked the car is what had him so confused.Within fifteen minutes husband was there. He brought a buddy and they parked the big Dodge in front of the bug. Figured it might keep it from finishing it jaunt down the road.Finally they had it righted and running again. They checked the breaks, sure enough. They were fine. The engine oil light never did flicker. I rode home with the neighbor and let Tom drive the bug.All the way I home all I could think of was how I had complained. How I was so angry with what small little things people were doing around me.I was ashamed. Maybe we do have guardian angels. Maybe you have to have the fear of God to hear them. The fear of dying changes everything. At least for me.