It's about 4 pm here, and I'm waiting to hear from hubby. He should know at the end of the day whether or not he gets to come home. So far so good, but if there are any surprises they'll be last minute. Oldest doesn't seem to notice much, but Mini keeps watching the front door saying, "Daddy is coming home today."
I worked on my CP's wip last night and today, and sent that off this afternoon, now I kind of need to work on my HQN story a bit. I've got it printing now. The ending is still open, and while I know where I want it to go, it's a matter of getting from point A to point B without too many short, choppy scenes. Urg. Then again, there are two POV's and four characters to take into consideration, so maybe those scenes can't be helped. We'll see once I start red penning this thing and making notes. I plan to add and take away scenes as I go, so my word count should level out around 14-15k somewhere. Truth be told, I'd rather go over and have to cut back, than run short, and the story feel stunted.
Oof. Mini just crawled up into my lap. Something about the sounds the printer makes when it's working draws him. Yep. I do believe this one's an editor in the making. ^_^ Anyway, I'm looking at two more weeks on this HQN story. That includes fixing anything major, and smoothing it out enough that I can send it to my CPs. If it is, I'll be right on target, time wise. I'd hate to have to take it on my vacation with me, but if feel like I'm "soooo close" I'd hate to put it down before it's sent.
On another note, I got two things in the mail today that was enough to give and old lady like me heart palpitations: the AmEx bill and Oldest's final report card. The AmEx bill - enough said. Oldest's report card.... He just made the B honor roll, and yet he has two Ds. How is that even freaking possible? Either way, he passed. My son is going to be a junior next year. OMG. *walking cane*
Anyway, the nice little note attached to the report card was what really caught my attention. Kids will be required to have gym uniforms next year. Ok. We had to have them at RHS, when I went, but we're talking about a huge school with male/female segregated gym classes that taught everything from tennis, to golf, to aerobics.
Where we live now, it's a tiny community, and the school has a consolidated number of about 200 kids, grades K-12. Oldest has told me what passes for gym class here: someone tosses a load of basketballs on the court, and tells the kids to get at it. There's not any real instruction for most part of the year. And they need gym uniforms? For what? School year book pictures?
This mess is just for show, and to top it off, if you don't buy the uniforms directly from the school you have to drive all the way to Ruston to get them. In my opinion, they should have taken the money behind this bullshit uniform idea, passed around a donation plate and put our hard earned cash into a summer program to teach the high school kids who are somehow miraculously passing year to year HOW TO READ.
That sounds bitchy, I know, but you would be shocked if you heard some of the kids in Oldest's homeroom class read aloud. You'd think with the popularity of za interwebz and txtng there would be this great surge of reading skills.
BUT! At least the kids will have effing gym uniforms next year, so it all balances out. Right? Right? Anyway, I digress....
Heart palpitations. AmEx. Oldest. Tums. Is it summer yet?
Last night I kind of took over the TV (omfg) and watched Doctor Who while waiting for BSG to come on. Mini had quasi-freak-out syndrome when the bratty little kid and his family turned into aliens. They basically cut this glowing skin suit off themselves and the skin kind of wrinkles off and here are these green bulbous monster-aliens. "Ahhh, Mimi! It's monsters!"
As if it isn't evident already that our TV rarely hits a channel other than Noggin....
"Yes, dear, I see that. They're just on TV. Come sit with me." I pat the couch. He climbs up and I cover his eyes.
I sat through this brief scene, hiding Mini's eyes, promising him everything was a-okay, that if there really are aliens they're definitely not going to come here - at least they won't if they're of the advanced intelligence as regularly proclaimed by the lofty imaginations of our noble screen writers. Hello? Aliens landing in the part of the state known as "The Sportsman's Paradise"?
By the time we got to Battlestar Galactica, Mini was whining on me to go to bed. I kept telling him "okay, baby, five more minutes". Commercial break. More whining and couch wallowing. "It's okay, sugar, only five more minutes."
Bad mommy, I know, but I did manage to see the entire episode, which ended with No Bleach Number 6 getting shot. Twice. (Damn, and I like her!) And with no resurrection ship to download to. Oh yeah, and the President, Starbuck, and Baltar on the cylon base ship - which hyperjumped the minute they plugged in the hybrid. Gah! I hate cliffhangers like this! They then followed up this grand scene by advertising the next new episode won't air for two whole weeks. After making us wait months for the series to resume.... Someone is going to have some serious karma to work off because of all this. Ain't no lie. ~_~'
So there it is, my Saturday post. Full of rambling, nonsensical, nerd-fabulousness.
Happy weekend, everyone!