Friday, November 30, 2007

TGIFriday *dance, dance*

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brought to you by the kitteh witness protection programme

OMG... Can it be? Is it really? *checks the calendar* IT'S FRIDAY!!!

*dance, dance, booty wiggle, shimmy, arm wave, moon walk*

All I have to do today is pay a few bills and I'm off the hook for the weekend. Woot! Feels like I'm going into a vacation. (I wish!) *lol* The guys get the grand job of taking ALL the storage boxes, a huge computer desk, m-i-l's dining chairs, and our old bed frame out to the new storage building this weekend... and I am NOT going to lift a finger to help. Nope. No I'm not. No, really. I MEAN IT!

Okay. I will probably help. (a little) But it will only be a supervisory position.

*sigh* Alright. Maybe I should just do it myself???

I hit the 11k mark on my wip last night, so I did myself a favor and went to bed at 10:30. Geez, that has to be some kind of record for me. *_* I slept like a rock, and I'm sure Mini appreciated that his Mimi didn't act like a snarling zombie right after crawling out of bed this morning. I actually REMEMBER making the coffee today. How about that! :P

I'm off to drink another cup of coffee and cringe at the numbers in my checkbook. I'm a'ready to get this day rolling! Happy Friday!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Time and Patience

I'm over the 10k mark on my wip, and I have only two chapters or so to write. I can see the ending, but demands just have not let up off me this week so I can get it done. I stayed up until well after 1 AM working on the story, and finished the chapter. But I don't know how I'll make this last mad dash to the finishline.

Today the storage shed is supposed to be delivered. (I won't hold my breath.) And although I've told my mother six or seven times on the phone I need to write this week, she is planning to come over and do her laundry here. What does this mean? No writing. Because she says, "Oh, no dear, go ahead and do your writing." but she fails to understand that I can't concentrate on writing, look at every cute thing Mini does for her every two minutes, AND hold a conversation with her all at the same time. Anyone else go through that?

Yesterday as I'm working at the desk in the dining room I hear someone drive up. It's hubby. What the heck are you doing home? He feeds me some story - and I think "playing hookie". See, he has all these Jeep parts laying around in boxes, all freshly delivered, and when he gets home in the evening, it's after dark. Soooo, I think he took off to put his Jeep together... since that is what he did all day. :P

However I was determined to do what I needed to do, and put Mini out with his dad and sat down at the computer. Then the phone rang (oh, what now?!) and it's the principal at Oldest's school. Seems Oldest was tardy to class, and wanted to argue with her over being late. It's not a democracy, Oldest. *head smack* So, the principal just called to let me know Oldest got a referral, his first of the year. Oh, gee, effing thanks. I hope Santa leaves him a pile of shit in his stocking, because that man gets entirely too much pleasure out of calling parents to rat out their kids. (Can you tell it's not the first time I've dealt with El Principal?)

HOURS after I originally started this blog post...
(So I guess the rest is kind of an update on my day. :P)
My post originally got cut off thanks to a BSOD. It seems Dell has serious a serious conflict with my wireless modem. Ain't that just the way? So here I am on dial up getting the job done.

Shortly after 10 my mom arrived with her laundry. About thirty minutes after that, the guy arrives with our storage shed on the back of a truck. (The shed is about 18x24.) Anyway, I leave mom in the house with Mini Bear and go out to show this guy where hubby wants it set. They guy looks around, says it shouldn't be a problem as long as he can pull out through this patch of weeds that is on the otherside of our property line in the neighbor's yard.

I told him I didn't think the neighbor's would have a problem with it, after all, part of their septic line clips across the far back corner of our property. Okay, the thing is - and I tell this guy so - I don't know what is IN that patch of weeds other than the obvious (and endless) cluster of poison ivy running throughout it. Well, the driver goes out and walks through it and doesn't seem to think it will be a problem. Sooo... he goes and pulls the truck around back, goes to pull through that patch of weeds and promptly gets STUCK. *forehead smack*

He had to call someone to come wench him out of there. Thing is, the company he's with is from out of town. So it took an hour for the folks to get here. Another hour to get the truck unstuck, and here it is now 2:15 and the guy just now got the building set up and leveled. Eh gads! All I can say for that... at least it is finished! I no longer have to worry about the delivery. *faints*

Now that this is finished, I suppose I should gulp down a few aspirin and put Mini down for a nap. Of course, there was no napping - not with a big truck present in the yard. There has been non-stop big truck chatter for the past four straight hours. After today, I swear need a long trip to the spa and a marguerita. Anyone wanna join me?

Hope you all had a pleasant Thursday!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Turn, turn, turn

I stayed up writing late last night, and managed to push my word count over the 9k mark by a couple hundred words. Woot! The story is moving along nicely, albeit a bit slow thanks to all the distractions. Today is going to be a big writing day for me, though, even if it means hauling Mini to his gram's for a few hours. It's time to get down to business!

I ordered a ton of cool books and interpretive card decks for Xmas gifts yesterday. The only book I couldn't find on my list was The Tokyo Look Book, which is a fashion-ish book I wanted to buy for Oldest because he's big into Japan and Japanese culture. Pooh. I guess I'll have to go to Amazon for that one. I also picked up my first gift of the season for hubby. A beard trimmer. *_* Yep. I know, I know... such an awful gift to give. But he asked for it so I am obliging. Especially since he is the hardest person to shop for in the entire family.

Not much else to report today. Mini is feeling like a spry fish this morning, and that makes ME feel better. I've been worried about the little kipper. He's been playing with, and running over my feet, with his Tonka truck all morning. Bless his wee heart.

I better get down to business. I have a ton of writing to do, and my house is in serious need of cleaning. Hope you all have a Happy Wednesday! (It is Wednesday, isn't it?) *_*

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

As the smoke comes curling out of my ears...

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KabbiT Dubbit Wubbit: Moar Zubbie Dubbie Wubba

I thought I'd be back on track by now, but it doesn't look like it. My fave routine in the world is getting up, putting Dora on TV for the Mini Monster, then sitting down with my coffee to blog. Thanksgiving has pretty much shot that to hell, and I haven't got it back yet.

Roughly two weeks ago, Hubby ordered all these parts for Mustard (aka, our yellow Jeep). This includes mud tires that must be shipped by truck, a new roof with the sliding windows, new doors, and some other such bunch of bullshit parts. Well, we were told they would be in the week of Thanksgiving, but see, knowing what I do about the laws of the effing universe, I knew these things would arrive the week AFTER Turkey day, and at the same time (thereabouts) that the storage shed would show up. All this, of course, the day after Hubby returns to work so I get the grand opportunity to handle all the deliveries on my own. (And of course, as an added bonus, Mini is still sick.)


Now, I told hubby LAST WEEK that I needed this week to write. He called me Monday to tell me the storage shed should be delivered that day. Well, I waited for this effing storage shed all day. It didn't arrive. However, by the time I stopped giving a shit whether it got here or not, Mini had missed his nap, I had lost valuable writing time, and the day was pretty much a bust. Around 2 pm I get a call from a man driving a semi. He has hubby's gi-normous tires and wants to know if a truck can get down our road. Oh, yes, definitely. There has been one or two that's nearly run me over on a hair pin turn. Come on down.

Well, Mini - who has an intestinal blockage and is bitchy to start with - sees this "big truck" arrive. Holy freaking cow. The kid is MAD for trucks, so he starts completely wigging out. It is freezing outside, and he is shivering, little goose bumps all over his arms, and I'm telling him "Mini, get in the house!" He still is standing at the door shouting, "Big truck! Hi, Big Truck Man!" and about a million other things in toddler gibberish. *sigh* Then he sees what the guy is unloading off the truck. "TIRES, MIMI!!!" You can even see the OMFG look on his face when the guy comes rolling them up into the yard. "Yes, honey," I tell Mini Bear, "they are tires for, Daddy's Jeep." (Renewed squawking.)

The truck driver is so tickled by Mini's "enthusiasm", he honks the horn when he goes to pull out. Do you know what mania looks like? It is a 2 year old with wide eyes, half hanging out of a front door screaming at an 18 wheeler like he's a 10 year old fan girl. I can only shake my head, and drag him into the house. (Which of course causes more chaos, because he wants to stand guard over daddy's wonderful, magnificent, marvellous Jeep tires.) ~_~* Oh, yes, I love my husband for leaving me to take care of this while he's at work...

So today was pretty much a big repeat of yesterday - more deliveries of Jeep parts. I'm wondering if hubby is secretly trying to build a 3rd Jeep at this point. Anyway, the jerks who we bought the storage shed from kindly called me today to arrange a delivery time - for Thursday. Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it. This is only our 3rd delivery date. Knowing I'll be tied up Thursday without a chance to get my errands run, I went ahead and ran to Wally world tonight and bought groceries. Another writing day bites the dust. And just to add a shining gem to the crown of all this mess, I have PMS. Yes. So far, I think it's safe to say, this week sucks.

On a lighter note, I am just over 8k on my current wip. It only has to be 10k to meet required length. I prefer to meet the baseline word count, and let the rest of the story ride - if it goes over, great! Now, however, I'm wondering if I'll meet the deadline. Since this is not my typical publisher, I can't get an extension. *sigh* I keep telling myself "one day at a time"...


Now for something else entirely: the news! Geez, the headlines lately... Has anyone been watching? I usually have kids or Hubby dominating the TV, so I can't just switch over to watch the round of news on CNN, but I did see on AOL that the 3 suspects originally arrested in the Natalie Holloway case have been re-arrested due to "new, incriminating evidence". However, I couldn't find any info on what was found.

And also, Baby Grace has finally been identified... They are awaiting the DNA evidence to confirm that she is a 2 year old named Riley. Such a heart breaking story... so terribly disturbing. When I first heard about the story it was by accident - in a hurry while surfing, I clicked the wrong link. Now that I've read it, I look at the pictures of Baby Grace and can't help thinking she was the same age as Mini when she was murdered. It's awful, complete, utterly devastating to think of it. I had NIGHTMARES about it last night.

How the mother could allow anyone to kill her child, much less the step-father... It just seems so damn crazy to me. After knowing you'd felt that baby move inside you at some point? After getting up in the middle of the night for changings and feedings with that child? After rocking them to sleep and all those firsts and bonding moments? After hearing them all you Mommy? For those that don't have kids - one of the most intimate and frightening steps into parenthood is the moment you hold a newborn in your hands and you realize and I mean it's almost like a physical punch - this little person relies on you COMPLETELY. Babies are so small and completely helpless, and so fragile feeling in your hands... When I think back on those moments when I held Oldest and then Mini for the first time, I cannot begin to fathom how a mother could stand aside and allow that to happen. I just can't. I know the press keeps bringing up "teen parents", but that's no excuse. Not at all. I had Oldest the day after my sweet 16th, raised him with hubby, and we are all very close. We're a very thick knitted family. There are no excuses. And I feel so sorry for that little girl; there really aren't enough words...

Monday, November 26, 2007

Monday. Definitely Monday

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Despite the fact that everything I've touched this morning has pretty much turned to doo-doo, I am still trying to pull my wip together to submit this Friday. I'm about half way + through the fairy story, and the rest is a plotted skeleton. The story is do-able if the rest of the elements (household and otherwise) would just let me get to it.

Today the storage building is being delivered. Hubby has the back yard already marked off for it. Good thing, too, because I am in no mood to make decisions. Or to wrangle with delivery people. Mini is still not feeling well, and I am so tired I can barely hold my eyes open. So, its a good thing I can just point at the spot in the yard and watch them set it up, otherwise no telling
where the building would end up. :P

Oldest was NOT thrilled to go back to school this morning. *lol* He was like a grumbling bear while waiting for the bus. He said it was too cold to stand outside, so he stood looking out the front door and getting snurly with Mini every time he'd approach. Pre-coffee, and just out of bed, it was more than I could handle. I barked a Mini to get his rump in the den and watch Sesame Street, and for Oldest to wrap up in a scarf and go somewhere people actually wanted to listen to his yowling. I then stared red eyed at the coffee pot, and waited for it to brew.

And that has been my Monday so far. Coffee, kiddos, and wip. I'm waiting for Mini's nap time - I've been watching the clock with an eagle eye. I'm sooo tired I think I'm going to stretch out with him and take advantage of the downtime.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Down On The Corner...

I don't know what the heck we were doing this weekend that made me forget the Christmas parade this year, but I woke up this morning and remember that it was yesterday. I have not, and don't plan to, inform Oldest of this. He would doubtlessly thing this faux pas was on purpose. *_*

Really it's all for the best we missed it; it has been raining for the past two days. (We normally have a rainy season in November and December - then an ice storm or two come early January.) Anyway, I don't think it would've been a very good idea to stand out in the street in cold, rainy weather despite Oldest's probably disappointment. We'd all be sick now, for sure.

I finished another chapter on my faerie story last night, and am working on another today. I've already got the first half of it down, and I hope to finish it off by tonight. So far so good. My dad is here now, playing in the toy room with Mini. (And so I have this chance to blog.) This will be his last chance to play with the kids until Christmas. He's going to be working 7/12s from now until the first of the year. I don't envy him one bit. :(

Mom called me just yesterday and told me one of her lil old men doggies passed away. His name was Bull, but I always called him Mr. WooWoo, because he had that face that always looked so sad. (woo woo woo) What a sweetie pup. At 16 years old, he lived a good long life. He was blind, deaf, toothless, and was warty and balding. No joke. He was a boston terrier mix, and had the absolute sweetest disposition ever. I loved him to pieces, the little gremlin. He will be missed.

Well, I should go check on Mini - make sure my dad doesn't have smoke pouring out his ears at this point. Mini has been going through an uber whiney phaze, and his Mimi's patience is wearing pretty thing. ~_~*

Hope you all have a pleasant Sunday!

Friday, November 23, 2007

I braved Black Friday...

...and came away with this: The Dirt Track Lightning McQueen Cars Car for Mini. Seems well worth getting up at 4 am to fight for, doesn't it?

Not really?

Honestly, I didn't think so either. :P But I did it anyway. As it happens, I wasn't going to go to the sales today, but on Thanksgiving when Oldest heard me say I was going to sleep in Friday morning he said, "Aw, Mom! But I wanted to go! I've been saving my allowance."

So what are you going to do? How could I say no to that?

I stayed up until about 1:30 am working on a faerie story. I must've been snoozing pretty hard when Oldest came in to wake me up at 4. He said I startled awake like one of our Old men doggies - which I translate as blood shot, crossed eyes popping open, and a moment of complete confusion written on one's face. Gorgeous visual, no?

So I pulled on some jeans, some sneakers, and my golgatha jacket and somehow managed to get us to Walmart in time to stake out the toy department. I didn't get a buggy, because I didn't intend to buy anything I couldn't carry out, but by the time I left the store I... *sigh* Well, I had a cart filled with junk. *_*

Anyway, it's been a pretty good holiday. I didn't get mauled during the shopping expedition, and Thanksgiving itself went fine as well. Hubby even came home with a suprise for me today - he bought a broadband mobilelink for my computer, so I now have high speed access. Muahahahahahaha! *thunder and lightning and evil villain music*

I'm off for now. Hope you have a great weekend!

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

I am, at this very moment, waiting to put Mr. Tom in the oven. I have "thawed" this effing bird in the bottom of my fridge since Sunday, and yet I took him out to prepare him for the oven and discovered he is still full of ICE. Oh bother. I have him in the sink in cold water thawing right now, and only just managed to get his giblets out. Ah, the joys of holiday cooking, no? ^_^

I am sooo looking forward to dinner, to napping, and to Black Friday shopping the day after. I am going to really take the time to be thankful this year. This is also the first year I have PROMISED myself not to get freaked out if I still need time to do something before the parents arrive. (After all, this happens every year. I should be used to it by now.) I have also vowed no stress cooking, so if we end up eating at 3pm, so be it. Muahahahahaha! *cough* So as you can tell, come hell or highwater, I am going to have a good turkey day.

Now a special shout out to all those up late doing a turkey cooking session - I hope you have an event free go of it. :-) *gobble gobble*

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Closing in on Turkey Day

So I woke up this morning sometime close to 9 and I wander into the dining room to find hubby at the table with his laptop. Oldest is playing games in his room, and Mini is settled down watching tv with some apple slices, and there's even a pot of coffee made. Talk about a way to start the morning! Who are these alien imposters and where is my family?

Sometime around 10ish, hubby looks over at me and says, "Isn't there some writing you need to do today?" Isn't there always? He says he wants to take the boys to the zoo - if I'll just pack the provisions.

I had Mini dressed, and a diaper bag packed in no time flat. Oldest shuffled around and got himself dressed; I didn't have to poke him with a stick even once. The minute they left, I dashed around the house, made the bed, ran a load of laundry, swept and tidied until it felt comfy enough for me to feel justified to slackass for a bit. I took my comp and sat on the couch and write something like 6 pages. Geez, I can't remember the last time I did that!

Around noon the post man showed up and he brought my new cabbage - yay! I pulled her (Aaryn) out of the box, and gasped. She is absolutely gorgeous! I checked her papers, buckled her sandals on her feet and took a few pics of her with my cell phone. (Darn, I need a good camera!)

Aaryn is my last RCK for the year. No more new babies for me until the new edition in 2008! (Unless Santa - oh, kind, gentle, Santa - leaves one under the Xmas tree... :P) Yeah, well, I can wish. *lol*

So anyway, I managed an entire chapter today and started on another. Wahoo! Feels pretty awesome.

Tomorrow is holiday house cleaning day, and I have to make sure Mr. Tom is thawed and ready for the oven. Gotta run to the fish market too - for crawfish! Hopefully I'll have time to pull off another writing binge.

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Oh but there are days...

What with all the insanity going on this week, I thought I could take today and relax a bit since Oldest is out of school, maybe get a little writing done before turkey day.

I must have been out of my effing mind.

I am still sitting around in my pajamas at 10am this morning, have just poured my first cup of coffee and settled Mini down after breakfast, and I hear a car drive up. Oldest is still in bed sleeping, and who is knocking on my door? His friends! I shout at Oldest to get his tail out of bed and answer the door, and I spend the next twenty minutes grumbling as I'm digging through the still unpacked laundry basket for a pair of comfortable jeans.

While Oldest's visitation is going on, I hang out with Mini. We watch Go, Diego, Go and all that jazz. No sense trying to work, because then Mini will seek out his Bubba and Mini is a chatterbox. He loves trying to converse with other kids. The combo of Mini and Oldest when friends are here = chaos. So, to preserve peace, I keep Mini busy. However, after a while Mini starts becoming fussy, so I glance at the clock and yep - 1pm. I take him on to bed for a nap, but he can't seem to rest. There are kids in the house and he wants to play. Soooo... We end up watching something on PBS in the master bedroom, and somewhere here and abouts Oldest wanders in and flops on the bed with us. He says to me, "Well, that was fun."

His buddies have gone, the Yugi-Oh battle is done for the day. That's fine by me. Glad the guys had a good time. Mini ends up chasing off to the living room again, so I go with the flow and follow the kids back into the other part of the house. They get involved with TV, so I sneak off to my computer and sit down to try to get in a few words. Just as I'm bringing up my wip, another car drives up!

I turn to see who's coming through the door this time and it is HUBBY. *_* "What are you doing home so early?" He tells me the big bosses have let them off this week for the holiday, and so he's home. He won't be back to work until Monday! I'm reeling in shock - thinking of the shortest paycheck on the planet, and how I'm going to keep Oldest and Hubby from locking horns after being stuck in the house for five days or more together. In the meantime, Mini sees his daddy is home and goes berzerk.

Short and to the point: My day has been all thrown off. The house is a disaster, and when I finally get Mini to bed and the house quiet, Oldest comes into the kitchen and announces to me, "C. is coming over again Thursday to duel cards."

Do what?!

I ask Oldest if he is aware that Thursday is Thanksgiving, and he looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. I remind him that we have family coming over. I will be up the entire night before cooking an effing turkey. Uh, still no sign of life behind those green eyes. Apparently, he forgot about Thanksgiving? *head smack* WTF did he think he was out of school for?

I tell Oldest that C. will have to wait because we have plans for Thursday. The little turd oblivious teenager then says to me in a very petulant tone, "Well, what time will dinner be over?"

Oh. No. You. Didn't.

I'm afraid Ms. Mama had to take her apron off this evening and remind Mr. Oldest that holidays are reserved for family. This, before another episode of Irish Smackdown takes place in the Zane household. Friends are always welcome to celebrate with us, but one thing is for damn sure - I will not put dinner on a schedule so Oldest can have a Yugi-Oh date. Our Thanksgiving dinners tend to be an all day thing, because my parents like to linger about their house in their pajamas for hours before getting ready for anything. It works for me, too, because usually I've forgotten something for the dinner, and that is my extra time buffer zone. It isn't until around 2 or 3 pm that we are ushering family out, and usually only then because Mini is tired and I'm tired and the house is a wreck and because we all Want.To.Take.A.Nap.

If Oldest's friend shows up after the dinner - fine by me! If he comes before then, I sure hope he likes crawfish dressing because you two knuckleheads are going to be sitting down for dinner. No effing Yugi-oh during dinner. And afterwards, when my old ass is dragging back to bed after an all night turkey roasting session, I swear on all things mighty and sacred: you boys make a peep in that bedroom and I will snap you both like pocky stick.


Now, honey. Has Mommy made herself perfectly clear? Good. I thought so.

On another note... Mini is feeling much, much better, (thank you to everyone who asked about him!!) but still he has his moments when you can tell he is still recouping from his bout of ick. However, sick and all, he's currently capable of testing the limits of my patience - he somehow found an orange crayon and has Picasso'd my living room wall. *sigh* Remember I just painted the interior of the house a few months ago? I guess I better add a new Magic Eraser to my shopping list. ~.~"

That's it for me - I had more on plan for writing, but I just noticed it's already 11pm, so I might as well call it a day... Hope you had a pleasant Monday!

Night, night, everyone!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Tangled Garden

What a weekend! Mini is still not feeling well. Hubby and I agreed if we can't get him tiptop by Monday he's going to the doctor. He'll be feeling fine one minute, then tummy cramps the next. It's an on and off thing that seems to get worse toward the evenings. We've spent much of the past two days, toting him around on our shoulders rubbing his back. :S

Then there is Oldest... Before I put the Mini Bear to bed last night, I drove Big Bubba to a girl's Sweet 16 birthday dance party.

As we got in the Jeep, I looked over at Oldest and saw his hands were empty. I got a bit miffy with him because he didn't buy the girl a gift. Not even a card. I mean, come on, Oldest gets $20.00 a week allowance, and he's known about this party for two weeks. He could have at least sprung for the card, right? A small box of chocolates? Anything?

So, on the way there, I dropped by the Dollar Store - which was the only thing open on that side of town - and sent him in to get her the nicest card he could find. He found one and brought it out and signed it. Much better. I don't feel so bad about my son going to gorge on cake and ice cream now. Thinking about it further - she is a teenage girl, after all - I decide to donate to the card, just to give her something to buy a gift with, but when I dug through my purse, I realized I only had two $20's. Urg. Oh, what the heck? I gave Oldest a $20, and watched him seal it in the card. It's not high end, no Prada boots or a Chanel clutch from us, but it's better than nothing. Feeling better, I drove him over to Barksdale Federal where they were having this party.

I dropped him off and came home, helped hubby get the Mini Bear to bed. I worried about that damned card. Maybe I should have had him pick up a chocolate box too? Too late. What can I do, you know?

With the house all quiet and to myself, I spent some time writing while waiting for pickup time for Oldest. I finished up a scene and left home around fifteen until 10 to go pick him up, and by that time it was raining.

I got in town and there is Oldest standing around under the vestibule outside with his friend C., who has come by the house a few times, but whom I have never met. Oldest brings him over and introduces him - he seems like a nice enough kid. I find out it's his sister who's having the party. Good thing Oldest got something, eh? Oldest piles in the car with me, and I ask him - "So, you gave her the card?"

In his bored tone, he tells me, "Oh, yeah." And nods. Then goes on to tell me it turns out he's the only person who brought her anything. *record scratch*

This girl is having a sweet 16 party and no one brought her anything? Is this normal? *_*

I could just be behind the times, but I admit that shocked me a bit. With my sweet 16 it was a close knit, family affair, but my best friend at the time came over when we were having cake. For a surprise, BF bought me an aqua blue Guess T shirt with pugs on it. I was over the moon with it. Oh, yeah, I thought I was Miss Supa Fly at the time with that shirt, but if she'd come with just a card I'd have been thankful. It is the thought that counts. So when Oldest told me no one brought a gift or a card, I didn't know what too think.

Have things really changed that much? Am I just old fashioned? Unless someone tells me to "bring nothing", I don't go to an organized party (particularly a birthday party) without taking something - whether it's an effing Keg (okay, that was a loooong time ago), a tray of cookies, a two liter of Coke, or a bottle of Chablis. Something. It may not be an expensive something, but out of respect, it seems like such a small thing to do. *shakes head* Ah, whatever... it wasn't my intention to rant...

Anyway, I have heard no word from my parents this weekend. I thought they were going to view a house, but with the rain, I'd be amazed if they did. They tend to batten down the hatches and hang out when it rains. Same here. We fried fish and made a gumbo this weekend. Oh, and watched Happy Feet. That's been the extent of it. *thumbs up* Gotta love those lazy weekends.
Next week while hubby's off work we'll be building a doll closet media center in the office. I've been begging for floor to ceiling shelves in there for the past year. Woot! Now I'll have room for files and the important stuff - like Cabbage babies! ^_^ Yep, I'm hopeless...

Today's pic is of the lavendar and sage in our stone garden. It seems odd the lavendar should be blooming this time of year. Is it a fall blooming plant? I can't remember. Whatever the case, this is from a few days ago - these things are sprouted up there. Just gorgeous! And the sage is full and leafy, ready to be harvested. Lovely stuff, and perfect for boiling in buillion for sore throats.

Well, off for now. Mini is a bit too quiet for my liking. Better go check him. I hope you all had a schnazzy weekend!

Friday, November 16, 2007

Things To Be Thankful For...

Mini is still not feeling tiptop, so I waited all day to run errands until my mom could drop by to watch him for about thirty minutes. She got here around 12:30, right after I'd put Mini down for a nap. I left with him napping, and did my best to be quick about getting home, but of course, as is the law of the universe: I run into every possible obstacle - from finding myself behind a sloooooooow moving tractor on the highway, to being blocked in town by a train. I made it through two errand stops before I finally gave up trying to hurry and just went with the flow of things. I made it back home around 2. So much for thirty-minutes, eh?

BTW, Mini is "driving" with his toy steering wheel in the laundry basket in that pic. ^_^

Since it's close to Thanksgiving, I thought I'd go ahead and start celebrating the season by posting some things I am thankful for:

1. I am thankful we have plenty of food. Because... I imagine our dogs are too grisley to eat at their age. (They are 12 and 14 human years old.)

2. I am also thankful for the law in the universe that says at least ONE of your friends is weirder than you. Because otherwise...

...this could very well be a picture of you, that one of your buddies found hilarious and has been mercilessly circulating around the net. ^_^

That's my story and I'm sticking to it! I will post more "thankful moments" as I come across them. Until then, Happy Friday, everyone!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

If I were a cat...

funny pictures

Mini isn't feeling well today. We've been alternately rocking in the recliner and twisting back and forth in my desk chair all morning. I just put him down on the couch because he wanted to watch Dora, so I better get to the gem of the day...

Thirteen Random Songs (from my Current Playlist)

1.)Words (of the Dying)- Controlled Bleeding
2.)I'mmortal - Skinny Puppy
3.)Daysleeper - REM
4.)Flies on the Windscreen - Depeche Mode
5.)The Dope Show - Marilyn Manson
6.)Camel Song - Korn
7.)3 Libras - A Perfect Circle
8.)Bells, Books, and Candles - Graeme Revel
9.)Goneja - Skinny Puppy
10.)Dead Heaven - Gary Numan
11.)Tubular Bells - Book of Love
12.)Relics (remix) - Bella Morte
13.)Lonely Day - System of a Down

Hope your Thursday is a bright one! ^_~

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Turkey Days Ahead

My mom is coming by today and we're going to plot the Thanksgiving menu. I guess it's a tradition sort of thing rather than one of actual planning, because the food duty is usually doled out the same way every year - I do the turkey, mom the dressing. I do cookies, she bakes a pie. That sort of thing. However, I do want to spice things up and make a small pan of crawfish dressing this year, which I love, but never take the time to actually make.

I read in the news this morning that Ira Levin died. What a devastating loss for the horror writing world! I remember when I discovered Ira Levin. I think I was about 9, and I was staying with my grandparents. All us grandkids would sleep in the den in front of the TV on beanbags (those were the days!), and grandpa always slept on the couch. So, here it is, something like 2 in the morning and I wake up to the sound of a dog snarling, barking. It's the ending of The Boys from Brazil on TV. My grandpa was watching it. I caught the ending and it totally Freaked.Me.Out. I wasn't old enough to understand the movie then, so I looked the book up later. It's about an underground agency who managed to clone all these copies of Hitler - by the time the hero of the book discovered it, the "boys" were teenaged, and showing deranged tendencies.

What a scary idea. I've never read another book remotely similar. The Boys from Brazil in turn lead me to read Rosemary's Baby, The Stepford Wives, and later Son of Rosemary. Isn't it wild how we can sometimes track an influential author as milestones in our own lives?

After writing today, I'm taking Mini-bear out to swing. IF the sun comes out. It's been so grayish and misty out. Damp weather, just perfect to get a kid sick. Oddly though, this is usually our rainy season, and we've hardly had a drop. In fact, it's not even cold. I'm running the air conditioner right now and wearing jean shorts. Still, don't want to take him out in the gray. We will see, we will see...

Happy hump day, everyone!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Dance Break

It's been a long day, so I'm taking a much needed dance break. Today's anthem? Three Little Pigs, by Green Jelly. (OMG, I can't believe I found the video to this. :P)

Should I admit there was a time I thought this was terribly, terribly clever? ROFL!

Happy Tuesday! ^_^

Ramblings of a Mad Writer

I finished editing another section just a few minutes ago, and decided to take a break. I hoped I'd have the whole chapter completed by now, but it's not going as fast as I'd have liked. I am making progress though, so I really shouldn't complain. In the past few days I've knocked out 4 chapters.

On the otherhand, Monday had it's ups and downs. The kids were great, we had a good time, but oy... it hit me that I haven't accomplished even a quarter of the things I'd hoped to do this year.

Not that I've exactly been idle or what have you, but every step I seemed to take forward, in turn, knocked me back two feet. Where, oh where, have I gone wrong?

I sat down with my wip last night, and in looking it over, very nearly chucked the whole thing in the recycle bin. I'd probably be sobbing right now if I had done that - thankfully I didn't. But oh, I wanted too. With a passion.

I honestly can't say what my expectations are - or even what they have been. In truth I never plan that far ahead. I did literally sit back tonight though and ask myself: What the hell are you doing? and What do you want? What do you hope to take away from all this?

I don't know. I have never known. And it bugs me because it feels like I should know what I want, and where I want to go. Doubt about my own writing runs through my mind - am I good enough? But then, how good is good enough? Is there even such a thing? And if there is, who measures it? The writer? The reader? The editor? The critic?

I have no doubt I will finish this current wip, probably in the next week and a half. That's if I continue to meticulously edit this thing as I've been doing. I learned a few hours ago I am going to get a looong and much needed writing stretch coming up next week. Hubby gets a four day holiday. I will pluck and prune and hone while he is here with me, although, I am not sure at this point what I'm going to do with the finished product.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Veteran's Day

Oy, I'm burnt out. All I want to do is veg out on the couch, but I know I have work to finish. I stayed up last night until I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer, then went to bed and sneezed for what felt like three hours straight. I remember staring at the clock around 3 am , wondering if I should just get up and try reading something. (A second later, I must've dozed again, because I darn sure never cracked a book.)

I sent off the adoption fee for a new cabbie cab this morning. She is my "spokesmodel" for today - Aaryn. I can hardly wait to see her in person! Anyway, I went up to the post office to send off for her, and found out it's Veteran's Day. I should have remembered since Oldest is home today, but it just... I don't know, but the concept didn't click until then. It would be much easier to remember if Veterans actually had a day off for Veteran's Day instead of the school kids. Everyone I saw in town was around Oldest's age, and hubby - an actual veteran - is at work.

Mom called me this morning - I was driving the boys to get an Icee - she said she found an old house in the country and was wanting to know if I'd seen it listed online anywhere. The house is empty, but there isn't a sign out front. She told me where it was, and I told her I hadn't seen any listings. I also told her if she was serious about the house she needs to go to the neighbors and ask them who owns it. I imagine she'll leave that for Dad to do. Or hubby. Or me. If no one can get over there by Friday to ask, I'll take a drive with her and go knock on the neighbor's door.
So we'll see where that leads...

Whew! Lunch break is over, and Mini is far too quiet for my liking. Silence is the sound of busy toddler fingers. :S I guess I better go see what he's doing. Hope your Monday is a bright one!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Home Alone - part deux

Hubster took the boys out yesterday while I stayed home to conquer the chapter of doom. What did the boys get up to while I holed up in the writing cave?

Why, hubby took them storage shed shopping, of course! No, really, he did. The new building will be delivered around Thanksgiving. However, after that, he took them to the military museum, and the Ruston City Park. My grandma used to live near that park, and the cousins and I would walk there to play. The place was pretty run down back in those days, but they've since fixed the place up. It's super nice now.

And here we have Mini vs. the tank at the military museum. Mini is mad about anything wheels, trucks, tractors, etc. Not sure if you can make it out very well, but there is also a helicoptor near the top right corner of the picture. Hubby didn't nab a pic of the airplane.

They went shopping after the park, and hubby brought me home a My Little Pony (Misty Blue) - woohoo! - and a quarter pounder with cheese from McD's. Good thing too, because knocking out the chapter of doom made me some kinda hungry.

I'm well into editing/doctoring the next chapter my wip, so it's safe to say Saturday was a good writing day for me. I feel much better after getting that finished. Now to do the other 90% of it...

Happy Sunday!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Home Alone!

It's Saturday, and I'm home alone!!! *runs amok* Hubby just took both boys out to go storage shed hunting. Woot! So now I must go write like the hounds of hell are... well, I was going to say "after me" but that doesn't make much sense unless I'm running while typing. Ah well, you get the idea.

On another note, I finished that afghan I started two years ago. Instead of an afghan, I crocheted the squares together and made a table doilie thing. For sitting vases on. And after I did this, I bought more yarn. Candle apple red Homespun by Lio Brand. The stuff is soooo soft. Muahahaha! Now to just get time to use it.

Happy Saturday! ~_^

Friday, November 09, 2007

Friday Fun

I'm not sure why I should be so chipper this morning. I haven't accomplished much of anything this week by-way of goals. I am still editing The.Same.Damn.Chapter. But I rolled out of bed in a pretty good mood this morning, especially considering I am still very tired from yesterday and didn't want to get out of bed at all.

Oldest reminded me right away he has only a half day of school today - which is a good thing, this reminder. It would not be the first time I'd come home from errands to be hit with a momentary skid of panic to find him lounging about. "What did you do, and why did they send you home?" *_*

They should pass a law - no school in November. Save us all some tax dollars. The kids hardly have five minutes in the actual class room this month. Today is half-day Friday, Saturday the school dance, and Monday they are off completely for Veterans Day. Then they get off an entire week for Thanksgiving, and let's not forget the "field trip" this past Wednesday. Crazy!

Speaking of Oldest... Two nights ago, we were going over his courses, determining how many credits he would have at the end of this year. The school doesn't have a guidance counselor that I know of, so it's not really surprising to me that he didn't know how many electives he was allowed to have. He was under the impression "6" was the magic number. That sounded like way too many to me, so we broke out one of the student handbooks from last year and gave it a peek. The kids are allowed 3 electives. Oldest was shocked. "But that means..." he whined. "It means you've pretty much exhausted your electives before junior year," I finished for him. He sagged.

Poor Oldest. See, he took agriculture last year to fill in a gap in his schedule. We aren't really ag folks - we don't raise anything, go to 4H lamb shows or anything like that - but I didn't see the harm in it. He got a half year of woodworking in that course as well, and an easy A on top of it. But I suggested this year he focus more on getting his core classes taken care of, and balance it with one elective class geared more toward graduation. I was thinking Business Math. Something like that. Oldest elected Home Ec.. He was under the impression he could flip a few omeletes, boil a pack of Ramen noodles, and score another credit.

Somewhere in the universe the Fates are laughing...

Okay, when I was in school, there were at least 10 guys in my Home Economics class. Just like Oldest, I took it for the easy A. The class consisted of three segments: sewing, cooking, and ettiquet. It was all one class, and counted for a solid credit. Well, it's apparently not the same these days. Oldest is one of 2 guys in his class, and he has learned that sewing and cooking count as two separate classes: Home Ec. 1 and Home Ec. 2. Since he is in his first year, he is basically taking sewing. There will be no cooking involved; oh, no.

I guess it has been quite a long time since this teacher actually taught any boys. Oldest came home a few weeks ago with a permission slip to go buy material. I thought "ah, for home ec.". I never batted an eyelash. However, he didn't tell me what he was making. Then a few days before Halloween, Oldest came into the den and draped this narrow swatch of fabric over his wrist. "Mom, what is your opinion on this?"

The fabric was thick, fuzzy, and leopard printed. Pimp hat, popped immediately into mind. I frowned. "Hon, what the heck are you making?"

He hesitated. "You have to promise not to tell dad."
Can you feel my concern growing? I asked him, "Why?"
His mouth quirked. "Because I know dad, and I swear he'd never let me live it down."

Huh? I didn't think Hubby even knew Oldest was taking sewing, but I shrugged. He himself took Home Ec, so I doubted he would care. "Okay. What are you making?"

He hesitated again, then said in this grumbly, mumbly voice, "Ms. ******* is making us all sew purses."

*lip quiver* *watery eyes* I tried sooo hard not to laugh.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! Snort, giggle, slap the couch. Oldest is standing to the side of the couch, glaring at me while I have my fit. On his face: the best, annoyed Garfield the Cat expression I've ever seen on a person. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I'm still trying not to laugh, but I can't help it. My eyes are watering, so I wipe at them. As I do so, I see Oldest reaching for a throw pillow to smack me with. It's all good. I can't help thinking about what he told me at the first of the year: But, mom, it's going to be an easy class... Yep. There's your omelete. ^_^

Oy, time's a'flyin. I better change out of my PJs and run hubby's check up to the bank. Maybe after all my errands, I can get back in time to repair a few paragraphs before Oldest makes it home and the weekend. Hope you all have a fantastic Friday!

If at first you don't succeed...

Thursday, November 08, 2007

A Thursday in November

Mini is such a little swindler. I was talking to his gram on the phone this morning and he came into the dining room whining about not having candy. I told him, "Why don't you say hello to your gram?" I put my cell down to his ear. He promptly says, "Hi, gramma, you bring-it some candy?" *_*

Only two years old and already using the power of cute to his advantage. How do they learn that so fast?! OMG, poor ol' Santa doesn't stand a chance!

I did pitiful on getting in a word count yesterday, even though I'm only editing. Blame the cold. I'm pretty sure there's scientific evidence somewhere that brain cells doesn't fire off quite so fast if the temperature drops below 60 degrees. :P

Today I have to make up for my poor performace over the past two days. I need to finish this chapter I'm currently on, and at least be started on the one following it before I can call it a day.

And since today is Thursday...

Thirteen (seasonal) things I like about November

1. the difference in the fall of light in the yard
2. hot cocoa
3. the leaves changing colors
4. the lack of mosquitos
5. clear nights perfect for stargazing
6. baking cookies
7. turkey and dressing - mm...mmm!
8. the way the house smells - always something yummy cooking
9. cranberries in everything
10.that crisp feeling in the air - I always associate that with change
11.spice candles burning late at night
12.pumpkin pies
13.the smell of nutmeg and cinnamon

Pretty much all the things that remind me of home. ^_^

Happy Thursday, everyone!

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

A Sweatshirt Kinda Morning

It's cold this morning. Fleece weather. Mini got me out of bed this morning around 5:30, and it was soooo hard to leave the blankets behind, but I trudged into the den anyway.

In the few hours we've been "awake", Mini and I have managed to take care of most of the important things. Like... spinning around in my office chair til we were both dizzy. We also sang Old McDonalds Farm and watched Wow, Wow, Wubzy. Oh, and we got in a massive tickle fight too. I am, of course, Tickle Fight Champion. *holds up mah TFC wrestling belt* Now Mini is having a PB&J break so I can blog. You know, at some point I really should work on my wip. :S

Oldest is back at school today - only to go on a field trip. I swear, do the kids ever spend any time in class? This is his fourth field trip of the year. Where are they going? To Wal-mart! Strange, but true. And after all this, Saturday he has a semi-formal dance he's going to as well.

Am I the only one that just realized this morning that Thanksgiving is only 16 days away? I just noticed that this morning. *_* I don't know what it is about this year, but it has just flown by. It still doesn't quite seem like November to me. I look out the front door and I could just as well imagine it's September, or October still. It simply doesn't seem like enough time has passed for it to be November!

All the same, I better start hunting out my holiday recipes. I promised crawfish dressing this year, and a mustard potato salad. The turkey is automatically my duty, since we're having dinner at my house again.

I am trying to get mom to go and take a peek at a house on Robin Street. I have no idea where that is exactly, but I loved the look of the place when I saw the for sale pics. Mom mentioned something about not being pleased with the neighborhood - which I'm not sure if she means the size of the lot (which is described as less than an acre), or if she knows where this place is and means the neighborhood itself. Funny she would get all choosy about that since she told hubby and me we were being too picky when we turned down that cute little house in the CRACKVILLE subdivision. :P

They still haven't found anywhere to go, and since we haven't found a suitable house in the area, mom told me instead of looking for a rental, she is planning to write to her landlady and try to allow for three extra months time. I think this is a horribly bad idea, but what can I do? When it all boils down to it, she and dad have to handle that business.

On another note, I saw an interesting ad in the newspaper yesterday. It's the people who offered to sell us their home for a certain price but wouldn't bring in an appraiser, or cover the bank appraisal in order for us to get the loan. They want the price they want. The End. They have their house still listed at the same inflated price, only now they've added "price negotiable" to the listing. That's what they told us as well. *shakes head* I wish them the best of luck selling. I don't guess they've noticed the same 5 FSBO listings in that price range have been sitting on the market for over a year now.

It's almost 10. I really should get started on my wip. And the laundry. :P
Happy Hump Day!

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

The Wisdom of Garfield

Oldest stayed home with me today; there was no school thanks to local elections. I'm sure Oldest didn't mind it one bit.

We lounged around a lot today, and around 3 or so this afternoon, I put on a stew for supper. I'd planned to spend the day wip tweaking, but haven't gotten around to it yet. Ho hum. I won't be able to break it out now until after Mini goes to bed now. I have some of it smoothed out, and I sent that on to my crit partner for a look-see, but I'm nowhere near where I wanted to be at this point. Hopefully I'll be able to makeup for any lost time this coming weekend.

On another note, tonight is supposed to be a supposed to be our first real cold snap of the year. I thought about that today while grocery shopping. It's hard to believe they already have Christmas items out, then I realize it really, truly is November. Santa time isn't very far away!

Monday, November 05, 2007

Monday Taggage

Oy Monday... where have you gone? I got up this morning, set a pot of coffee going, cracked open the laptop, got Mini in a fresh diaper and all that jazz. When the house was still, I sat down to browse the net a few minutes, while Mini is playing in his room. I'm looking up holiday picture backgrounds and all the sudden Mini shouts from the back of the house. "Someone in baffroom, Mimi."

"No, hon. No one's in there."

A brief silence, follwed by. "EE! Mimi, Mimi, someone in baffroom!"

Oh for love of Pete... I get up to open the bathroom door for him and let him peek around to see there's no one in the house but us, when all the sudden I turn around and there is this huge honkin' SHADOW falling over the front curtains, and I can see through the thin fabric that someone is OPENING.THE.EFFING.DOOR.

*heart palpitations*

Hubby steps into the doorway with an expression on his face that says I've clearly lost my mind. "I didn't feel well," he told me. "So I came home."

Well, gee. Thanks for the call.

Hm. I guess Mini heard something after all. Only it wasn't in the baffroom. It was outside his bedroom wall - the Jeep pulling up into the yard. Next time I vow to listen. Really, I will.

Aside from that, I managed to clean up a chunk of Chapter One that has been bugging me since I started writing the contemporary. It turned out better than I thought, it's definitely less mechanical sounding when I read it. Just a bit more tweaking and I'll be ready to fork it over to my crit partner and her red pen of doom.

A few days ago, Cass tagged me over at the Midnight Moon Cafe, so here's doing... it's a "things about me" kind of meme.

Two Men I'd Love to Date if I Were Single (and they were single):
Hm, I'm not really sure, but ...
1. they'd have a job and...
2. NOT be living with their mother.

I Am Wearing Right Now...
1. white T shirt
2. jeans

Two Things I Would Want EXPECT in a Relationship:
1. faithfulness
2. mutual respect - I do NOT dig drama.

Two of My Favorite Things to do:
1. hang out with the family
2. browse eBay

Two Things I Want Very Badly At the Moment:
1. to finish this effing wip
2. to see my parents get into a new place

Two things I did recently:
1. ate Mini's Mike & Ike's (oops!)
2. watched Wonder Pets

Two things I ate today:
1. mushroom kebab
2. grilled chicken

Two people I most recently talked to:
1. Dad
2. Oldest

Two things I'm doing tomorrow:
1. editing (yik)
2. more editing

2 longest car rides:
1. from Ruston, La to Fort Jackson, SC
2. from Ruston, La to Decatur, AL

Two Favorite Holidays:
1. Halloween
2. New Year

Two Favorite Beverages:
1. Sugar Free Cranberry Splash
2. Hazelnut coffee

Two Things about me, things you may not have known:
1. I've lived almost my whole life in La. Only one year residence out of state. I was five.
2. I have a lot of scars.

Two places I have lived:
1. Louisiana
2. Texas

Two of my Favorite Foods:
1. spinach pizza
2. grilled chicken salad

Two Places I'd rather be right now:
1. Scotland
2. Iceland

4 people I think will respond:
Hm... Since I don't know who's done this or not, further taggage is optional.

Today's post is going up late. So not sure if anyone will even see it. All the same, I hope you had a happy Monday! ~.^

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Diamonds in the Sky

I stayed up til around 2 am this morning working on my wip. I'm dragging today, but I'm ready to print everything up and do a second round of red penning. Urg. I honestly thought I'd never get to this point, but here it is. After this round of clean up, I'll send the whole mama off to my crit partner for further red penning.

On another subject... Tripp pants. They truly live up to their name. Yesterday, hubby, my dad, and the boys went off to the antiques strip to pick up the two wicker throne chairs I bought on our anniversary weekend. While they were gone, I wrote about 3k words, then decided to call a break so I could rearrange the furniture for the new chairs. One was to go in den, the other in the master bedroom. Cool beans.

I rearrange the den first with no trouble, then go about rearranging the bedroom. During all this, I'm wearing my comfy house pants, a pair of olive green Tripp pants that I have to roll up because they are waaaay too long for me. On a normal day, they have a tendency to get under the heels of my shoes (or my feet in this case, as I'm barefoot) because they have the buckle adjust waist, and a drawstring that holds up the slack. In other words, they slip off your butt without much effort on your part, and you forever have too much material pooled at your feet. And yet, I love them.

Anyway, I'm moving this wicker and metal shelf across the bedroom, and I get around the edge of the bed with it. I am shuffling the shelf toward the far wall, and as I do this step around the other end of the bed (there's only a small gap there between the TV shelf and the bed), and the huge cuff of my pants gets caught on this fine edge of metal that the boxsprings rests on. *_* I figure this out with one forward tug of the leg, which throws me into a kind of two leg shuffle to keep my balance. Since the cuff of my pants is rolled too much to tear, the bed jerks forward with me when I try to set my right foot down.

There is no where for my foot to go, because I'm trapped at the ankle. Somehow, I managed to prevent falling flat on my face, but I did this weird slow tip over to the floor. Landed on one knee with my pant cuff tangled on the bed rail right to the ankle. I ask, could anyone else accomplish this feat of mad dexterity? ~.~'

I'm just thanking my lucky stars the hubster did NOT see that. Or Oldest. For the love of Pete, I'd never live it down. *sigh*

We're grilling today. It's kind of cool out, but the sun is shining. Hubby loaded up Mini in the Jeep and their off to buy meats and veggies. I personally want a kebob. Yum. By the time Oldest gets back from his run with Gram, the food should be ready. *fork*

Todays pic is of Pluto, and it's moons Charon, Nix, and Hydra. Pretty, don't you agree? Well, I should be working, so I'm going to shove off. I hope you all have a snazzy Sunday!

Friday, November 02, 2007

Errand Day

lolcats and funny pictures

Woot, it's Friday! *dance, dance* I paid all the bills yesterday, so mostly I need to do a bit of banking today, pick up a few things here and there, then I'll be able to spend the rest of the day alternately writing and amusing Mini. Not bad at all! ^_^

So, what do you think? Is it a bad sign when you're working on your wip and you FALL ASLEEP? Seriously. With the laptop on your lap and everything? *_* That happened to me last night. After everyone finally made it off to bed, I determined I would sit up and write as late as possible since I have something like two sections left to fill in before I can take the whole thing and print it up.

Once the house was settled for the evening, I unplugged everything and went to lounge on the couch with my comp. I turned the TV off, tucked a pillow behind my back, kicked my feet up on the edge of the recliner - and woke up around midnight with my comp at 20% battery power left. I think I managed to write 300 words before drifting off into the sleepy zone.

Now that's one for the records, I gotta admit. I think maybe yesterday was just one of those nights when going on to bed would have been the better option. *lol* Well, today I plan to make up for it. I'm going to finish off those last few scenes. I'm gonna do it come hell or high water. I should have been doing clean up instead of filling in as of last week. Eh.

On a lighter note, I picked up a copy of Day Watch on DVD. I can hardly wait to sit down with this one! I'm pretty sure that will be the video of the evening once hubby makes it in from work.

Off for now! I hope you all have a fun Friday and a happy weekend! ^_^

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Sifting the Bounty

Last night I stayed up long enough to clear the 25k mark on my wip, so I'm officially in the word count clear. I've still got to go back and do a clean up of the entire thing, so I've gotta get crackin' with it this week and get it all together. I've still got two more unchecked chapters to sort through so I'm sure that everything is where it should be in the book. I don't want any surprises right at the end when I think I'm about to wrap things up.

Last night I read By the Waters of Babylon, by Stephen Vincent Benet. It's a post apocalypic short story about a young man on a vision quest. It's not often so I'm thoroughly taken with something I've read, but I know I'll never forget reading this story. It's one of those that sticks with you, a bit like Margaret Atwood's A Handmaid's Tale. Or Usula K. LeGuin's Lathe of Heaven. If you can somehow manange to get your hands on a copy of By the Waters of Babylon I highly, highly recommend it.

So has anyone else seen the trailer for Stephen King's The Mist? I wonder because it looks very much like Silent Hill or The Fog to me. Either way, I must see this movie. I'm of the understanding that it was one of his short stories, but I don't think I've ever read it unless it was originally titled as something else.

I also want to see that new Will Smith move, I am Legend. He's supposedly the last man on Earth, or something like that? The movie looks awesome, but it's kind of hard to determine exactly what the movie is about. I need to do a net search on it and find out more.

Well, it's that time again...

Thirteen Things (I Hope To Do Before the Xmas Holidays)

1.)Sell one more book.
2.)Shave my TBR list in half.
3.)Clean out Mini's Toybox.
4.)Clean out all the closets.
5.)Put all our tote boxes in storage.
6.)Make one HUGE donation haul to the local Salvation Army.
7.)Have all the Halloween candy out of the house.
8.)Have my office/doll room organized so I can fit a spare bed in there.
9.)Sort through all my yarns and fabric bundles.
10.)Finish that blue and white afghan I started 2 YEARS AGO. *_*
11.)Put new carpet in the den.
12.)Get all my scrapbooking tid bits into actual scrapbooks.
13.)And lastly... give away all those boxes of shoes I know I'll never wear. - This one is long, long, loooong overdue.

So that's my story and I'm sticking to it. I better get writing. Hope you all have a snazzy Thursday. ^_^