Even Vampires Get The Blues: Musings on a hot summer day

Even Vampires get the blues, or just the stupids, or maybe even those out of sorts times when everything is just yuck.

I’ve was on the road for over a week. There were magnificent highs and low level lows. When we arrived home I was feeling out of sorts and blah. Then it all ended with a near death experience.

But today I am fine and said to myself, “YOU ARE THE MOM.”

I have teens but I’m still the MOM.

Not only am I the mom but I’m the wife, the one who checks in on the elders, the one who carries knowledge of all things, the one who makes everyone laugh, and the one who listens. I also change the litter box and feed the animals and water the plants.

You know, if you choose to live in a crypt, away from the world, away from everyone, life is fairly easy. You sleep. You get up at night and get blood from unsuspecting people. Occasionally you meet with your friends who also live in crypts or old houses. You don’t care about anything. You don’t love anyone or anything.

I’m not that kind of Vampire. Neither are the Vampires in my life. We’re not a bunch of friggin Shadow Creepers.

Oh, and speaking of Shadow Creepers, my kids have been talking a lot about politics. presidential politics.

The male child can vote (18) and the female child can’t (160) but is still is involved.

In their opinion a zillion people are running for president but they ALL SUCK.

The teens don’t like Hillary. They can’t relate to her. She says nothing. They think she should have dumped Bill and had a huge bonfire on the White House Lawn when Bill was doing saying “I didn’t have sexual relations with that woman,” or whatever. I tend to agree. Smart kids.

When Vampire cheat it hits the fan big time. But that is another blog post…

Garrett (the 19 year old) and I will not be voting for anyone who puts the issues of sex or religion on the roster. People who are obsessed by sex and religion, or the sexual habits and religious beliefs of others. It is sick. SICK. Unfortunately the majority of people running and people who support them are SICK.

Then they discussed foreign policy, social welfare…and oh boy, it all just hit the fan. I won’t go into details but the sixteen year old said:

White trash is the worst kind of trash because they have no excuse. They are white and in the USA. They are the most privileged people in the world. There is no excuse. 

And don’t we all know that. We’ve got Vampire trash (in limited supply) and don’t even get me started on Werewolves.  And mind you, trash has nothing to do with income or ethnic background. It is attitude. It is when a person or group of people choose to embrace ignorance and make it their way of life and the core of their universe. Suspicion, envy, and distrust rule their worlds along with iron clad clannish behaviors that can only be destructive.

So that concludes the political/social portion of this blog post.

I talk with my kids a lot.  I also am proud that they research the issues on their own and then report back to me on a lot of it. Their dad and I might now always agree but hey, that is OK. Your kids aren’t your clones. Even if they were clones they wouldn’t be YOU.

So tomorrow is a new night. I’m not digging the heat but I can deal with it. I have my family, friends and my creativity. I also have to clean out a fish tank, which is no small task. I have a novel to finish and …

Whoa, I just glanced outside and saw Nigel the Ghost sitting on a deck chair in the middle of the dead grass. I haven’t seen him for ages. He just flipped me off. I showed him my fangs and mouthed the words “fuck you.” Awww man, it is good to have him back. I’ll keep you posted.

We all need to ramble and have days to reflect and be random. We all need downtime.  We all need to spout off. We all need those late nights when we’re all alone. We still need others. There is no one absolute for anything.

So anyway, take care of yourself. Hug your kids. Kiss your cats. Remember your friends. And watch out for ghosts. I mean it… watch out for ghosts.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman



Driving in the Dark

I was sitting on my back porch tonight. Everyone was gone. I missed my kids. I missed my husband. They’d all be home in a few hours.

I didn’t see any meteorites or asteroids in the sky. No bats. No nocturnal eyes in the woods. The cats were sleeping in the laundry room on the clean clothes. The dog was inside on her bed. All I could hear was distant traffic and the deafening noise of frog songs.

The moon was a crescent, like a slice of honeydew melon. I love watching the moon but tonight it seemed cold and distant. A cold gust of air blew my way.

“Why the long face?” The ghost sat next to me and inspected my wine bottle.  He wore a WW1 Aviator helmet and a bomber jacket with a long white silk scarf. “Nice wine. Crappy label. What’s wrong oh Mistress of the Dark.”  I remember he’d been an artist before he died.

“I don’t know. And don’t ever call me that again.” I said to him with as much disgust as I could muster.

“Even Vampires get the blues.” He had the audacity to wink at me.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sad because you’re a blood sucking creature of the night?”

“Does it bother you that you’re an asshole?”

“What crawled up your…”

“Stop it. Stop it right there.” I snarled at him almost showing my fangs.

“You know our relationship is never going to be like The Ghost and Mrs. Muir.”

“You can go now.”

“We need a sound track. I’ll pick a song, then you pick one.”

Suddenly a guitar appeared in his transparent hands and he started singing.

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion’s gone away
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You’re faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life’s been way off line
You’re falling to pieces everytime
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

Cause you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a black sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

You had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I’m not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I …………………………………………….


“Stop it Nigel.” I stood up and glared at the ghost sitting in front of me. I think it was the first time I’d ever used his real name.

“No, you stop it.” He growled back at me. Then he threw me a set of key. “You have a screaming fast yellow convertible in your driveway. Let’s go for a drive. Just you and me under the stars.”

“You’re a ghost.” I said.

He smiled and threw his scarf over his shoulder. “And you’re a fucking Vampire. Come on baby. Let’s go for a drive around the lake with the top down and the wind in our hair.”

And so we did.




Have a good weekend everyone. See you when I get back.

Juliette aka Vampire Maman.








Musical Notes:

I was thankful he didn’t sing “Drive” because it still makes me sad that Benjamin Orr is no longer with us.

Lyrics by Daniel Powter – Had a Bad Day. Thanks to Daniel Powter even if he won’t ever see this blog. See the video on YouTube. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH476CxJxfg