Friday, May 30, 2008

Got To Give It Up

So, I've been procrastinating all day. Yep. Guilty as charged. I know there's work to be done, but I open my wip, take one look, and I'm like one of the kids when I tell them to clean up their mess. You know, that whole, boneless flop-down thing kids do? Yeah, well, I wanna do that when I open Word. I wanna flop bonelessly onto the floor and stay there. See, mom, no bones. I can't work. Nevertheless, I plan to - I need to - finish cleaning up chapter 2 and get it sent out for crit'ing. Even if it takes me to midnight. And at this rate, it just might.

Dr. Who and BSG are coming on tonight. Gotta see what's going on there, so I have to have all my ducks in a row by this evening: writing, kids, chores. I'm not so worried about the house today because it's looking like Hubby might not be able to come home this weekend. His boss wants the job finished next week if they can at all swing it, and that means putting in extra hours. I really don't mind it if it means he gets to come home for a stretch afterward.

Tomorrow I'm taking Oldest over to mom's to house sit their doggy. The parents are going to TX to bring home a living room set for me, but to also spend mom's birthday there. She'll visit gram and her brother and sisters and do a bit of catching up. She's hoping her baby brother will be able to drop in and visit, but she doesn't think he will. She called me today extremely upset because he had a heart attack only last week, and was told his heart valves are in a really poor shape. He's being forced into retirement because of his health, but he's swearing up and down he won't do it until he pays off his truck. Sounds like he's still got that fighting spirit to me.

I guess we'll hang around the house this weekend. I have to get some writing done for one thing, but there's a copy of The Mist in the den that I haven't watched yet. Oldest took it to his room and he watched it, told me it was pretty brutal, which is kind of a suprise since I thought it would be more psychological than anything. We will see...

That's it for me today. I hope you all have a snazzy-rific Friday!

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Thursday Meme

One of my writer friends, the lovely, Marley Delarose, tagged me for this meme...which is a really good thing because all I had to blog about today was grocery shopping. LOL! Consider yourself spared! ^_^

Here goes...


A Writing-Craft Related Meme
1.List one of your writing goals for the month of June and how likely you are to accomplish it.To finish something. Anything. I have three open ended wips right now, and I need closure!

2.What genre or subject would you like to write about that you aren't currently?I'd really like to do a contemporary romance without paranormal elements, or possibly a Scottish historical, although that would take a lot more research than I typically like to do.

3.What is your writing lifestyle, habits ? How do you manage the interruptions with your writing? HOW do you stay positive? Believe in your writing success?
Success is relative. What qualifies as success is individual and unique to all of us. Honestly, I feel the most successful when I write the words THE END. Good or bad, salable or not - I wrote a book! That tends to make me feel mighty for a few days. I did it! and all that.

My writing lifestyle itself is very barefoot and fancy free. I try to write at least 1k words a day, whenever I get a minute or two to do it. I write in the dining room, where I have a small desk/printer/fileboxes/micro-office set up. It looks like hell even when it's organized, but function over fashion, you know? While I do have an actual home office with a really big corner media desk in there, Mini likes to come in and smack his head on the edge of it in attempts to crawl under my feet, so it's really safer for both of us - his noggin and my sanity - if I write in the dining room. However, this also means that I have to weather a ton of interruptions throughout the day. Oldest's refridgerator visits, Hubby's in and out of the house smoke breaks (NO smoking indoors allowed EVER!!), TV blaring, freezing AC air on my back since the vents faces my desk, and the dog scratching at the door to go in and out. I could probably go on and on with this list for a while, but...meh.

The main way I handle interruptions is to threaten bodily harm to anyone (aside from Mini) who lingers in at my back for more than five minutes. What is it? Are you looking for a place to stick a knife? Get what you're after and take a hike! By doing that, however, I must also weather great sighs and a bit of annoying eye rolling. But also at times I get bear hugs from behind by hubby and kids - and, I actually like those. ^_^

How do I stay positive? Hubby and Oldest's support in what I do matters tremendously. If they didn't approve, I don't think I could do what I do. I also depend heavily on support from my critique partners. Cass and TK are my lifelines. I trust their judgement, and their input. I'm so very lucky to be on this writing journey with them. Self doubt is always present, and at times I wonder if I'm cut out to write. I depend on their pep talks, and tough love to keep me going.

4.Are you a pantser or plotter?
99.9% of the time I'm a pantser. I used to plot these great long outlines when I was first trying my hand at writing, but then I never stuck to them. Outlines were a waste of time and paper. I don't bother to outline anymore unless I'm on a deadline and the wip has hit a critical snag.

5.Who are two of your favorite current authors and why?I don't really have favorite authors so much as I have books I connect with deeply. But, I guess if I had to choose 2 authors, my first would be Judy Blume. I read her adult drama Summer Sisters not long ago, and it was magical for me. I connected with that book unlike anything I've read in a very long time. If only I could write characters as vivid, realistic, and as memorable as hers, I'd be happy. She has such amazing talent.

The second author, hm...probably Sally Beauman. (I think I spelled that right.) I've only read or seen one book by her: Destiny, which I read many years ago. She is just pure brilliance, and now that I think of her, I wonder whatever happened to her. I still think about her Destiny characters now and again; I became so engrossed in that book, the character they are a bit like family. Hm. I wonder what she would be doing now? Or what this person would be like now? That is powerful storytelling. The book ended in sad, gratuitously shocking kind of way - I personally wouldn't write an ending like that in a million years - but she was the first author I ever read that had that dynamic "character" voice that's somehow capable of bringing to life those powerful, true to life, jump off the page characters. She is a master writer of the human condition.

6.How does your family feel about your writing?My parents are a little sad about what I write. My mother only recently admitted to her end of the family what I write exactly, and it kind of hurt to know she'd been carrying it around like a deep dark secret until she finally told everyone. The proverbial weight off the shoulders and all that. I do accept that they don't accept it though. They know about it, and at times say congratulations on a sale, and that's enough for me. My hubby and Oldest son are supremely supportive. And my two summer sisters are absolutley thrilled to have a writer in the family. ^_^

Great questions Marley! I'm passing along your meme, and tagging. I'm tagging Cass, Isabelle, and Karen E. Of course, all taggage is voluntary. ~_^

That's it for me today, folks! Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Everythings a'changing

I'm am god-awful-rump-dragging tired this morning, but I am here nonetheless, and I have a proclaimation to make: I am a new fan of Diana Palmer.

I just read Once in Paris and I loved it. I really like her writing voice in this story, and now that I've read it I want to run out and buy every Diana Palmer book I've never read.

While at the library yesterday with Mini and Oldest, I picked up a copy of Sara Gabriel's Stealing Sophie. I remember admiring the cover - very 80s clinch - at Books A Million. I can't remember why I didn't buy it (more than likely, a warning look from hubby), but whatever the case I ended up walking out without it. I could've kicked myself afterward, because as much as I planned to come back and buy it later, by the time I remembered I wanted it I'd forgotten the title and the name of the characters. I did remember the cover, though, and when I pulled it off the shelf for a peek, I did a silent, mini-squee.

Speaking of books, I got my contract sigs back yesterday for Weirdly 2. Woohoo! I suppose it won't be much longer before the book is out. I could be wrong about that, but everything was set tentatively for June anyway, so the guess really isn't so much of a stretch. I'm a bit excited about this one, I admit. I read the first book and loved it, and I can't wait to see what comes up in this second book.

That's it for me today - am I the only one surprised at how fast this week is going by? Tomorrow's Thursday for goodness sake!

Monday, May 26, 2008

You Never Did Me Wrong

It's 10pm and I'm up doing hubby's laundry. He's leaving for Lake Charles in a few hours to get the week rolling again. He had the day off for Memorial Day and spent most of it with Mini, who is really not happy his daddy keeps having to go off to work.

Anyway, while he was in town, he bought one of those kiddie pools from DG. It's one of those with a top ring you blow up, then fill it with water and the ring rises. It's fairly deep; the water level goes up just above Mini's bellybutton, and it's big around enough that about three adults and a kid can sit in it with plenty of splash room. Hubby spent all afternoon filling this thing with the waterhose, and (omg-drama) Mini could barely wait to get in it.

Around five-thirty it was finally ready, and we slathered Mini down with sunscreen and took him out to the pool. Hubby bought him a swim ring for his waist, and these three diving toys - squids, imagine that! - so he'd have something to play with.

Well, first thing's first...not that it's rocket science or anything, but the water was too cold. Mini yowled when hubby tried to sit him awkwardly on the water ring. I ended up getting in the pool shorts, tshirt and all, and rescued Mini from a sure head plunge, and he clung to me like a wet koala while I glared at his daddy. He should'a known that wouldn't work - just set the kid off in the water. Sheesh. :P

Anyway, Mini didn't want to get in the water until Chancellor moved in to take a look and I gave him a splash from the pool. Chancellor obviously didn't dig that much - he took off and Mini thought that was freaking hilarious. After a few minutes splashing around, Mini decided it might be worth getting in the water after all. I set him down slowly, and Hubby climbed in about that time. We got Mini used to the water, and put the swim ring on him.

He thought the squids were fantastic, and went chasing them around the pool until he got a little too excited and tipped too far forward in the ring. He took a huge GULP of pool water, but I was right there picked him up quickly. He yowled while I patted his back, but no worse for wear, he was right back at it, chasing squids.

Not a bad "last day" before the hubster has to leave out again. ^_^

I've been working hither and thither on my writing. I have my HQN Bites story printed out, but I'm not thrilled with it. It's not bad exactly, but it's like it's missing something. Bleh. I wanted it out of here by the first week in June, but I haven't been able to bring myself to look at it lately. I decided to stop trying to force it, and so I'm taking a break. In a few days I'll go back and look over it all again and maybe I'll have fresh ideas about what to do with it.

Once I printed up the HQN, I started toying around with a few new ideas, but at the moment I have nothing. I want to work on something summery, I think. Sand and beaches. It's just the mood I'm in lately, I think. In the meantime I've been narrowing down my TBR stack a piece at a time. Hopefully all the reading will get my creative juices flowing, as they say.

That's all I've got for today. A late day post, but a post nonetheless. I hope you all had a pleasant Monday. And happy belated Memorial Day.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Happy Birthday, Mini!

Happy 3rd Birthday, Mini!

Snips and snails and puppy dogs' tails,
that's what little boys are made of...

Mini had a good day despite spotting his gifts early, and the omg-drama-torturous wait he had to go through for his grandparents to get here. ^_^
The birthday cake - Lightning McQueen! The lady who made it did an awesome job, and she even managed to get the Happy Birthday on there. We thought the cake might be so busy the letters wouldn't fit. I stuck the three balloon candles on it. My artistic contribution - ROFL!


Mini woke up this morning, climbed into bed with hubby and me, and we kept telling him it was his birthday. He kept telling us "No, birthdays are on TV". We laughed about that, then hubby got up, and Mini, chattering the entire time, trailed his daddy through the bedroom and hallway toward the kitchen. Well, he rounded the corner to the dining room and saw the dining table set up with the decorations and presents I'd arranged last night so I woudln't be in such a rush this morning.

He saw the presents, and stopped talking. He looked at his daddy and said, "What's that?!" *_* He totally flipped out over the presents, and immediately wanted to tear into them.

Nope, you gotta wait for your grammy and pawpaw to get here.

"Aw, man!"

At last, the presents... As soon as mom and dad came in the door we did the presents. We didn't think we could get him to sit through cake and ice cream with itchy fingers. Here's Mini opening the tractor his daddy bought for him while in S. Louisiana. He saw what was in the package and shrieked, "Tractor!"

Smile, Mini, it's your day!


My little garden gnome baby. How beautiful you are.

You've come a long way, Snick'O'pea! ^_^

Friday, May 23, 2008

Library Friday

I spent a little time writing this morning before setting out on the weekly errands. I managed around 1600 words before I gave it up and take a shower and get dressed. Ever since that migraine yesterday I've had this dull, lingering headache sort of riding me. It's not a full blown headache, one that's just sort of on the horizon, if that makes sense.

I took a few aspirin and took the kids with me to do my errands. After the bank I took them over to the library. I mainly wanted to find this specific line of Harlequin books that don't seem to show up on my local store shelves: Harlequin American Romance. I want to see what the line is about (aside from the obvious, dur hur to me), and after leaving Oldest in the "how to draw" section, I went scouring the shelves for about 10 minutes with Mini tugging on my arm.

I finally found 1 HAR: Randall Wedding by Judy Christenberry. It's one of those grouchy guy takes a bride type stories. Shame on me, but I just so happen to like those, so I picked it up then took Mini over to the children's section.

They have this big, colorful play area for kids. There's a huge rug with all the numbers 1-10, and the alphabet listed on it. It's oval shaped and in the center there are all these huge lounge pillows shaped like different animals: lady bug, turtle, etc. Mini saw this and his eyes got big on me. LOL! He went straight for the busy beads. He didn't care one stitch about the books. I managed to find a Kipper the Dog book and read that to him, but I don't know how much he got out of it. He saw there was a big section of wooden puzzles and abandoned me there with the busy beads.

After the library, we finished up the rounds with a trip to BK - it's FRY-Day, after all. We had lunched together, then the kids shuffled off to their respective corners. I browsed the net for a bit, looking up different books and doing a bit of research, looking through the guidelines over at HQN. You know, I didn't know half those lines of books existed?! *_*

Anyway, it's almost midnight, and I need to finish up a crochet project for mom. She asked me to make a large potholder to match her kitchen decor. I just need to do a bit of ribbon trimming and it will be finished.

Nite nite everyone, and happy weekend.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Scintillating Scotomas

I woke up this morning, climbed out of bed, and in the chaotic dash to start the day - dog clawing at the door to get out, Mini whining for brekkfass, TV blaring, and the fact I have to pee - BAM, it hits me. An occular migraine.

They don't happen that often, only a few times a year. I know it's been at least six months since my last one. I went to let the dog out, and all the sudden my vision skewed. The little zigzag zebra stripes, and a hazy spot. It made me a little dizzy, so I put the dog out, shooed Mini out of the room and sat down in the desk chair.

The pain caught up with me right about then, and every little sound in the house is shrieking through my temples. Mini starts wailing about being hungry and the phone starts ringing - it's hubby so I have to take the call, if nothing else but to tell him I'll call right back. I did just that, and went to stretch out on the couch, but Mini had piled up his toys there in about two minutes flat, so I went and crashed across the bed. The minute I lay down and cover my eyes, the dog starts scratching to come in, the phone starts ringing - my mother this time - and Mini comes in and starts jumping on the bed.

I lay there about thirty seconds, ready to punch in a call to the men in white coats to come take me away, when I realize nothing and no one is going to slow down for me. I'm gonna have to get up and take care of things or the chaos is simply going to keep going until I handle it.

I get out of bed in tears, staggering through the house because I can't see with the whole aura thing going on. First thing I go and pick up the phone. I tell my mom I am in pain with a migraine and hang up with her, promising to call back later. Next, I go and let the dog in. Then I snatch a cupcake out of the fridge and hand it to Mini so he will stop yowling.

*silence*

I go back to the desk chair to sit for a few minutes and cover my eyes. The thing with migraine auras is that when you close your eyes the lights are still there. It lasted about 20 minutes this time, and when the aura finally subsided, I felt a little tired, stressed, and slightly naseated, but otherwise no worse for wear.



I've felt the headache nagging all through out the day, not really enough to stop me from doing anything, but just enough to remind me I'm not quite tiptop. It probably didn't help that Mini and Bubba decided to get into a "who can scream the loudest" contest at least three times today.

Mini by far has the most annoying, high pitched siren scream. He takes the blue ribbon without a doubt. Listening to that is enough to make me want to go bury my head in the sandbox. Or cry. Or possibly both.

I finally gave up the "nice mommy" routine around 4pm and went for the fly swatter. I shooed the kids out of the den, each to their corner of the house, with threats of bodily harm. Hey, if a fly swatter will smack a fly...

So here I am now, sitting in the dining room with my fly swatter of doom. This is the most quiet the house has seen all day. And damn it all. We're out of milk again. ~_~'

On a lighter note, I did absolutely NOTHING today. I'm kinda proud to say that, actually. It's long overdue in my book. I do plan to sit down and try to write a bit. We'll see. I may just end up reading for a while. *thumbs up*

The groovy headache art is what a scintillating scotoma looks like when you're having it. Of course, they vary. The pics are from this site:
http://www.migraine-aura.org/content/e27891/e27265/e26585/e49135/index_en.html

Headaches as art. Now that's cool.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Help. Us. All.

Yesterday I baked cupcakes. Mini has this thing about cartoon cupcakes - he sees them and goes bonkers. Cupcake!! *_*

No, I don't really get it, but I do dig cupcakes, so I decided to make some glitterbomb cuppys for him: strawberry with vanilla icing and sprinkles. Of course, he wanted to play in the sprinkles, so that's why we also used M&Ms. Because there's only so much sprinkles to go around.



Mini helped stir, pour into cups, and of course he helped decorate them. That's the part most kids go for. ;) We did the first batch of 6 together (there were something like 22 cuppys in all?) and I managed one picture of them bunched together before Mini snatched up one and left me to bake the rest on my own.

While baking, I decided to get a few pics, and here's Mini's reaction. I kept trying to get him to smile for me. He has learned to ham it up for the camera, God help us all. I went through about fifteen shots before I gave up trying to get one without his tongue sticking out.



I decided to take pictures of the cooking area instead - cooperative photo subject, you know - and that's when Mini decided to behave. He likes his picture taken, so the minute I turn the camera at something else, he sticks his face in the shot.



"I'm over heeere, Mimi!"
"Yes, Snick-o-pea, I know."



I went and ordered his birthday cake this morning. It's Cars, with Lightning McQueen on it and a checkered flag. He should love it. I then went and bought him gifts: mostly clothes. His daddy bought him a John Deere tractor with trailer to attach to it. He should get a kick out of that. His big gift is going to be a swing set, because he loves to go to the park, but there isn't one in our area set up for little tykes.

I took both boys to my mom's and dropped them off so I could do all the shopping. Dad came home at noon, so he got a chance to see both the kids this week. His coworker died on Saturday, a shocker since the guy was only 29 and seemed to be in good health. He left Friday with a smile on his face, and never came in Monday morning.

They had coworker's funeral today, so the job let out at 11am. I don't know why they even made them show up at all. Not that it's gonna matter too much on Dad's check. Tomorrow dad will be getting his pink slip. His boss told the crew this morning that the manufacturing plant they're working for (the are doing the subcontracted electrical work for the facility) is closing its doors effective tomorrow.

It's a factory that makes doors, and with the housing crisis, there aren't any builders placing orders for doors. The plant owner ran it until he couldn't afford to do it any longer. They won't even hold out until Friday. I never realized the housing crisis was so deep reaching. That's a lot of jobs lost. Dad is one of the fortunate ones, because he has his art/sign painting to fall back on. A lot of people don't have a second skill to see them through.

Aside from that, things are as usual. I worked on my wip a little this morning, and pushed a little closer to the end. A while back I'd written the ending in full. I had an ending but no beginning. Now I can't find that ending! *_*

What's that they say about Virgo organizational skills? Rubbish, I tell you. Pure rubbish. We do good to find our shoes.

That's it for me today. I hope you all had a humptastic Wednesday! I know I'm behind on blog visits and comments, and I'm really sorry about that. I promise I'll pop in to pay you all a visit asap!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

weekend recovery zone

Looks like I have some catching up to do. I didn't realize it had been so long since I'd last blogged. What can I say? Weekends kind of get away from me.

Anyway, hubby came home Saturday and we imposed a strict "no visitors" rule, which kind of hurt my parents feelings, although I promised to make up for it later in the week by bringing the kids over. I'm going to do that this afternoon once dad is home from work. I only hope they won't pout on me when I get there.

It's not that we didn't want to see them over the weekend, but every Sunday for the past several weeks, we've been entertaining, or going to visit this person and that on weekends, going to birthday parties, cookouts, etc. This past weekend we just needed some family time of our own.

Last week mom started talking about doing another cookout, and I kept trying to hint there were things I wanted to do that would take up all our time. Which was true, I wanted to lounge on the couch and watch tv with the kids and hubster, but the hints just weren't sinking in. Mom kept saying, Oh, well it can be a quick visit. An hour or two; an eat and leave sort of thing.

I tried several times to politely to put this plan away, but when others started coming into the kitchen and gaining in on the conversation and adding to these plans I didn't want in the first place, I finally threw my arms up and told the entire house that if I wasn't going to get to see hubby next weekend for more than five minutes, he should just save us the gas money and keep to his hotel room in Lake Charles. I'd probably get more face time with him over the phone anyway.

Bitchy, yes. And you could've heard a pin drop, but the parents keep missing the whole point of hubby coming home weekends. Not to visit friends or relatives, or to go to weekend cookouts. He's coming home to see us: his wife and kids.

Several years ago, when hubby worked in Alabama and was gone for close to 7 months, it made it really hard for us to get back into the whole married, housesharing thing once he came back home to stay. We're two very independent people, and if we're not sharing space, we're bumping heads. That whole leaving the toilet seat up argument magnified by 10.

So, if hubby's not getting to see us, and spend time at home in the family unit, we know it's going to be testy once he does get back. We have to go through that whole "settling" period, where I get used to picking up his dirty socks, etc. Not only that, but if it's turning into a chore to get five minutes to even say hello to him on the one day he is home, what's the point? We're not getting that face time needed to keep our close ties anyway, and it is expensive to go back and forth between home and Lake Charles. Especially if we're not gonna see each other.

Well, after I spoiled the grand cookout scheme last week and became the community villian, mom and dad whined on me over the course of the weekend. Dad tried to skirt the visitor ban - which is really not so much a ban, just me saying, please give us this one day to ourselves.
The minute I was out of the house, though (I made a run to the store for milk), dad called hubby and made an entreaty to come over and see the kids. Poor daddy. It's not like I would've run him off or sniped at him or anything, but hubby's words to him were, "I don't know.... I think Corrina wouldn't be too happy entertaining...."

Bad evil Cora daughter person! *fangs*

Evil, though I am, we had a good weekend, and I actually had a chance to visit with hubby. We sat out in the yard with Mini in the sandbox, did a bit of planting - my heart trees are growing! - and we actually had a chance to hold more than one adult conversation. Heck, we even had a few minutes to stare at each other over coffee. How's about that!

And I have promised, no more visitor bans over the summer. Hubby doesn't have that much longer on this job before he's back home again. For how long, I don't know. We're planning to go on vacation, but when he's back they're talking about putting him on some job over in Sulfur, La. Another out of town job. We will see.

At any rate, this coming Sunday is Mini's birthday. He'll be the big 0-3. Tomorrow I'm going to order a cake for him, and hopefully they'll have something other than Barbie and Spiderman up there this time. Last year I had no choice but to order a Winnie the Pooh cake. Mini just looked at it, like, who the heck is that? *_* The year before that it was Scooby Doo, and that got pretty much the same reaction. If they don't have Hot Wheels or John Deere, or something with wheels on it, I think I'll just decorate the cake myself. Buy some hotwheels cars and stick them on the cake. Better that than spending $30 on a cake Mini doesn't "get". Well, at least I know for sure he has absolutely zero interest in Winnie the Pooh, so I won't do that one again. LOL! ^_^

I really should get a bit of writing done before Mom comes over. I've kinda fallen behind on my writing. Gotta get back into the groove before my characters mutiny on me.

I hope you all have a snazzy Tuesday!

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Weekend Waiting

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.

Apparently not.

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!

Friday, May 16, 2008

Printing Day

It's been hard going to get anything written this week, and what with all the rain, we're not sure yet if hubby will get to come home. At this point, it's looking like he's going to have to work Sunday. Boo! Hiss!

That means Mini and I will be on our own; Oldest is spending the weekend with friends. One of his buddies is supposed to come pick him up sometime around noon. Mom and dad will probably drop by to see Mini Beast, but that's about the extent of the excitement.

I finished reading Marianne Mancusi's Moongazer yesterday, and in case you're curious, I posted a short review of it HERE. It's a good book if you like futuristic and/or apocalyptic romance. Maybe something to add to your summer reading list? Anyway, I plan to read Succubus in the City by Nina Harper next. I have it sitting out on my desk for when I get a free moment to pick it up.

Today, once I'm back from running errands, and after I work on red penning my crit partner's wip for a bit, I plan to print up a copy of my own HQN story and give it a read through. I need to find out where any "bald patches" are, and try to spot any and all plot inconsistencies. I don't think there are any in this story, but I'm not leaving it to chance. I still need to tack on that ending I talked about earlier this week, but I've been coming up short on writing hours. We'll see how I do over the weekend. Either way, I'm not going to beat myself up over it. The story will be ready when its ready.

At any rate, the weekend is here! *dance, party, rave, glowstick* I do love my Fridays. That said, I hope you all have a good one! :)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Feeling Butterflies

Today is Oldest's last day of school. I assume they'll be making up for that math final. Either way he was ready to gooooo this morning. I think he's got a few more phone numbers to get before the summer break.

We had more storms last night, but this time it wasn't so bad because we were prepared. I had candles lit before bed in case the lights went out. Which they didn't, probably because I was prepared :P.

I slept like a rock, and only woke up when Mini gave me a kick to the stomach around 1 am. I woke to find he'd somehow flipped completely around in the bed. His feet were up by my tummy and he was sacked across the covers with his head toward the foot of the bed. He usually flounders like that when he's got a tummy ache, but he didn't mention anything about it when he went to bed last night. I better watch him today and make sure he eats his "beggies" at lunch.

Today I'm going to work on the HQN wip a bit. Try to narrow down those last few chapters. I think there are 2 left? My goal is to have the whole thing (in its rough state, of course) ready to print up by tomorrow evening.

Now for the quick and dirty. I got tagged!

Ann tagged me, and these are the rules:
Posted at the beginning. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer. Play nice, children.

1. What was I doing 10 years ago?
Hm. 10 years ago I reaaaaally wanted to have another baby, so hubby and I went through a grueling year of fertility treatments, only to be told by my doctor he didn't think I'd ever get pregnant without surgery. This is also the wonderful year that I found out I'm diabetic and have PCOS. Not the best time of my life, but I can say with confidence the doctor was full of sh!t. I didn't need surgery, just the Atkins diet. 7 months on Aktins and a romantic weekend = surprise stork visit, aka operation Welcome Mini Bear. Take that Mr. Fertility Specialist. :P

2. What are 5 things on my to-do list today.
Mini's breakfast, Mini's lunch, Backyardigans dance break, NAP TIME, oh, and writing and coffee in there somewhere too.

3. Snacks I enjoy.
Pecans, chips, Diet Dr. Pepper, and all the usual artery clogging junk.

4. Places I’ve lived, in no particular order.
Texas and Louisiana. Exciting, no?

5. Things I would do if I were a billionaire.
Hm. I'd invest, that's for darn sure. A HUGE chunk of it. That money would be making me money, that's for sure. From a home life perspective, bills and family would have to be taken care of first. I'd have to set up at least three trust funds: for my parents and for the kids. Then I'd make sure Oldest got his dream trip to Japan (I'd never hear the end of it otherwise, ROFL!). I'm sure Hubby would have plenty of input for what to do with the money *snork*, and I imagine he'd quit his day job. For me, I'd probably buy a private island, have a house built, and then I'd find a comfy spot to lounge on the back deck of my new dream house to write books while Mini plays on the beach. (That's some sand box you've got there, Mini!) ^_^

6. Peeps I want to know more about.
This is all voluntary, of course. Here goes. I'm tagging Leah, Isabelle, Crystal, Jenji, demon, and... someone else? *_* I'll stick with these, kthanx!

Happy Thursday, everyone!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Sitting through the Storms

Last night around 7 or so, a lightning storm rolled in. Pretty, but I had to disconnect/unplug everything: laptop, dish washer, microwave, coffee pot. Basically anything of remote electronic importance. The last time I left everything plugged in during an electrical storm it ended up fried.

I curled up on the couch with Moongazer until Mini admitted his toddler batteries were hitting critical: "Mimi, let's go to bed NOW." So, I put him through the evening ritual: strawberry milk, brush teeth, fresh training pants, then off to the bedroom where I seek out his favorite stuffed kitty, put him in the bed and light a candle on the dresser so it won't be too dark.

Everything went as normal. He zonked out pretty quick, and sometime during all this the rain started. Heavy rain. Blowing rain. You could hear it sheeting over the house. The wind was insane - not only howling, but after about 10 pm or so, you could at times hear the doors creaking from the wind pressure.

Not that I was shocked, but the lights went out around midnight. With the candle on the dresser, I didn't bother to get up and check the house. I assumed all was under control. I didn't realize Oldest hadn't been able to sleep due to the high winds. I looked up and he's standing in the door way with a flashlight. "I need a candle."

Sure thing, Boo. I got up and lit a candle for him, and he took it to the dining room and put it on the table, which is close to the doorway of his room. The winds seemed to get even stronger, and so I climb out of bed and go for my cellphone. I *heart* my new cell phone. I'm able to check my email, etc. with it. I looked online and for our area we were under a tornado and flash flood warning. Great.

I went back to bed, and crawled in beside Mini. I figured it bad went to worse, we could huddle up in the den. About that time, I look and there is Oldest coming into the room. He's jumpy and unnerved by the weather and he crawls onto the bed beside Mini. Well, when he left the hall, the dog follows him in and jumps up on the bed too. I now have 2 kids and a dog in the bed with me, and at this point I'd be willing to beg Entergy to give me just enough electricity to power the airconditioner.

After about an hour, Oldest can't take listening to the winds anymore. He gets up, stares out the window and goes wandering through the house with a flash light. I let him be, and around this time Mini wakes up. "What's that noise, Mimi?!"

Every five minutes it's a new sound: winds, trucks on the street, a loud MOOOO - no I'm not kidding. The neighbor's cows got out. :P Mini heard the "moo" and it totally freaked him out. I admit it did sound pretty alien in the midst of a storm.

The lights didn't come on until about 3 am, by which time I'm exhausted. I go around, turn on the AC and blow out a few candles, and shoo the dog out of the room. Finally I can get some sleep. That lasted til about 5 am. My mom called to check on us - apparently she'd gotten up about that time and checked her phone. Sometime during the storm, Oldest had tried to call her. As much as I wanted to be nice, and not hurt her feelings, she was awake with her first cup of coffee and I wanted to SLEEP. I had to tell her I was hanging up; I'd call her later.

Zombified, I wandered back to bed. I do remember dreaming something about shopping for red blouses (???) and the next thing I know Oldest is shaking my arm. "Mom! Get up. You've got to take me to school!"

"What?"

"The bus didn't come. My geometry final is today."

*_* I bitch and moan while getting dressed in a tank top and some jeans. I slip on my flip flops and pull Mini out of bed. I asked Oldest five or six times. "Are you sure school is on today?" Yes. "Did you call and check?" Hurry mom. I'll be late.

It's raining it's ass off outside. Great. We still haven't gotten the brakes fixed on my jeep. Weak brakes + wet pavement = don't leave the house, kids!!! I'm barely awake, but I put Mini in fresh training pants, a pair of shorts, and out the door we go. Before we are even off our street I see all the trees blown down across the road and I look at Oldest. "You are SURE school is on today."

"Moooom..."

Fine. I drive him to the school which is about five minutes away. We turn off in front of the ball field and I can see there are no effing cars out there. "Uh, honey. No one is there."

Oldest is getting a bit testy from my nagging, so I go through the loop. Under the shed where normally you'd let your kid out - it's blocked by 3 cars. I pull up and the assistant principal comes out. I run my tongue over my teeth. Not only do I not really like this guy, I know what he's coming out to tell me.

"No school today!"

Thanks bunches. I glare at Oldest, who says in defence, "Well, this makes no sense! The finals are today!"

*sigh*

Yeah, I remember when I was his age. I knew everything then too. :P

Yeah, yeah, I know. I should've called the school my damn self. I thought about that after we were back home and I'd properly caffeinated myself.

Despite the rocky start, it's been an average day. We ran to town for milk and diapers and coffee creamer - which I reeeaally needed earlier on in the day.

On another note, I reached the 10k point on my HQN story, and I sent in my fees and application for my local RWA chapter this morning. I guess I kinda need to go in now and subscribe to a few of the RWA loops so I can find out what's what. Maybe I'll do that in the morning. Tonight I'm going to curl up with Moongazer for a bit and watch TV with Mini. Poor nipper is feeling neglected today.

That's about it for me. Here's hoping tonight will be less rainy. :)

Hope you all had a productive Wednesday!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Gray and Rainy

Hubby left for Lake Charles at 3 am this morning. I got up to see him out the door, and brought his clothes out for him. I washed them all yesterday, dried and folded them so all he'd have to do is take them and put them in the drawers back at his room. He told me last week since I didn't have time to fold them, he just dumped them all in the drawers back at the hotel. Proof positive that my guys don't fold nothin'. :S

I took advantage of the slow day today. I did the housework early on and made some blog rounds before opening HQN wip. I worked on that on and off throughout the day, and I'm happy to say I made my base 10k word count this afternoon. Woot! So now to wrap up the story, no more stressing over the length. I hope to have it ready to print up this Friday. If I can reach that goal, I'll use the weekend to divide the chapters, and start pruning and red penning everything.

My RWA membership was confirmed today. I got the magic email, so I went looking for the info to join my local chapter. I downloaded the membership application over at the NOLA website, and I plan to fill that all out tonight. I have to make a run to the post office tomorrow, so I'll drop that in that mail in the morning sometime so it will be on the way. It doesn't take things long to reach Shreveport from here, mail is same or next day.

Hopefully over the summer I'll get to attend one or two of the meetings. It's in an area that's pretty easy to get to, so if the guys have nothing they want to do Shreveport/Bossier-ish, I should be able to take off on my own without too much drama. lol We'll see...

Nothing really spectacular happened today, nothing report worthy. Oldest is damn happy there are only two days of school left. He's made plans to stay over with friends this Friday, and I'm okay with that. So Friday night it will be just me and the Minibeast. Oh, and Battlestar Galactica. *_* I am counting the hours until the next episode. I don't know what's up with the 6 model and Hera, but I've hit a few "conspiracy" boards that have my noodle going. But I digress...

Not a bad day at all today. I feel like I've accomplished something, even if I'm not completely finished with my story. Soon, I keep telling myself. Soon enough.

I hope you all had a snazzy Tuesday.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Reflecting and Yard Stuff

Here it is Monday again. I had a good Mother's Day. It was a bit quirky and patience was needed to get through part of it, but overall a very good day.

Hubby got up first thing to go and take care of our cell phone switch. I thanked him for my mommy day card, kissed him and Mini bye, then hunkered down with my laptop to write while the house was quiet. Ten minutes into writing, the phone rang. It was Hubby. I talked with him briefly, then back to work. Almost as soon as I found my writing groove, I got another call. This one from my mother. We chatted a few minutes and I told her we'd be over for Dad's birthday party at noon. We planned to have burgers and sausage, and cake and ice cream. I even had the presents wrapped and packed and ready to go. Once off the phone with mom, I'd just put the laptop back on my lap (I was writing will sitting on the bed) and the phone rang yet again. This time it's my godfather, and he wants to talk to hubby.

I knew the minute I got the call we were about to make an out of town trip. GF is older and he and his wife don't have anyone else to help them with things around the house or when things go wrong, so they call us. I couldn't speak for hubby since I didn't know what was going on, so I gave him hubby's cell number to straighten out the details.

I put the laptop away at this point, I knew the writing was done for the early part of the day. I'd lost my groove. Right after I put the comp back on my desk, I get a call from hubby and he and Mini are on their way to Ruston. *_* They have to help GF and wife with some electrical problems at their house. He tells me they're without lights, so we definitely can't leave them hanging. I get off the phone and sigh. There goes my serene Mother's Day. I turn around and call mom to rearrange dinner and birthday plans. By this time it's 11 am and I'm starving.

I set about cleaning the house, doing hubby's laundry, and all that jazz. Oldest was home with me since my mom decided not to go to church that morning. I let him be and washed dishes, clothes, made beds, cleaned up the utility room and a bunch of other things before settling down with Marianne Mancusi's Moongazer to try pecking my way through a few pages of it.

Around 1pm, I get a call from the hubster and he's on his way back. He tells me to get Oldest in the Jeep and meet them over at my parent's house. Gladly! All I can think about while I'm getting ready is: hamburgers. With cheese. And mustard. And onions, tomatoes, and pickles! *drool*

The parents were happy to see us, and mom seemed a little less miffed at me when we got there. She'd been a bit upset with me over the phone about having to postpone lunch. I gave her a mother's day gift - a huge teacup on a saucer. It's a planter, and she'd been wanting one to put an ivy in so I bought it for her. Come to find out, the minx snuck around and bought one already, so now she has 2. :P Dad got all teary eyed when he read his birthday card. He kept giving me bunches of hugs, so that rocked in my book. Dad's a big ol' teddy bear, and he can appreciate that kind of thing. We also picked him up a visa gift card so he could find some tech gadget, or maybe heat transfers or something to his taste, which is always changing.

We made it back home around 4, and I was exhausted. Mini was too, and after a bit of whining from the both of us, we curled up on the bed and took a nap-nap. I guess we got up about 6. Long nap, huh? *_* It was still daylight out, so I decided to pot the Salmon Impatiens my GF sent home to me as a Mother's Day gift. The pic above is the group I planted out on the patio.

After I planted those, I thought about the bleeding heart trees Mini and I planted in the backyard, and I decided to go check on them. I asked Mini if he wanted to go with me.

His reply?



"No, Mimi. I am digging."


Very well, then...

My bleeding heart plants have sprouted! Here is one of them. It's the little carrot sprout looking thing coming up out of dirt. Not that you couldn't have figured that out... I'm just sayin'. :P



I worry from time to time if the rabbits are going to eat the blossoms. Every evening you can see them out playing and grass-nibbling on that side of the house. So far so good...

While I was over inspecting the plants, Kinz heard me out there and came out of the house to hoo-hoo at me through the fence.

Hoo-hoo hoo hooooo!




I went over to the fence to baby talk at him a second, and that's when I noticed the pathway between the house and the fence needs weeding.



Oldest says it looks a bit like a jungle garden. I wonder if I can psyche myself out with the whole "jungle garden" phrase. You know, to save myself any actual weeding. Probably not. But it never hurts to try.

Kinz watching me, again. He kinda has that, "Don't ask. I don't do yard work" look on his face.



There you have it. My Mother's Day. Hubby got absolutely no rest yesterday so he took today off. I'm sure his boss must've been thrilled, but geez... I told mom next weekend we're having a family weekend. If necessary we'll turn off the phones. Speaking of which...he got them. Hubby brought home a belated Mother's Day gift. A pink sony erickson for me. Tres chic! Now to figure out how it works. LOL!

Happy Monday, everyone!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

So today is Mommy's Day. Hubby is home from traveling for the weekend, and right at the moment he's in town with Mini trying to see what it would cost us to switch cell phone services. When they get back from that, we're all going over to my parents' house for Dad's birthday party and to give mom a mother's day card and gift. This year I bought her a huge teacup with saucer for planting. She mentioned wanting one, and I think it's adorable. For dad, since he's kinda picky and hard to shop for, I bought him a prepaid Visa so he could either get heat transfers for his press, or buy him some techy gadgety thing. His tastes vary widely so this way he can get something he either wants, or will use.

Sometime today, after birthday parties and laundry duty, I plan to add another 1k to my HQN wip. It's coming along slowly but surely, although I will admit I should be further along with it than I am right now. It's been harder than usual to keep myself in the computer chair for any length of time, and that's kind of bugging me. This past week I'd sit down after the kids were in bed and find myself almost too tired to sit with the computer on my lap. I gotta break that habit, even if it means swapping out my writing hours to early mornings. It doesn't do me any good to try a keep a schedule if nothing productive is happening.

That's about it for me today. It's been a slow morning, and I think I'm gonna go take advantage of the quiet of the house while it lasts. Happy Sunday!

Friday, May 09, 2008

Summer Flashback

When I think back to the 90s, the first rave I recall, someone did this kick ass remix of Donna Summer's I Feel Love. Disco made techno. Sheer freaking genius with a glow stick, I tell ya.

Well, that song has stuck with me over the years. I mean, I remember hearing it growing up too, the disco version - hopefully I'm not increasing my wrinkles by writing that, but there it is. The rave version has always stood out in my mind, though, and it totally conjures that whole clubbing scene in my mind - flashing laser lights, neon colors glowing in the dark, bodies jumping to pulsing music so loud you feel it thumping in your body, and then there's the whole optical kaleidoscope screen flickering behind the silhouette of the dj table.

Anyway, you know how sometimes you can be in the midst of doing something and hear a little thread of song in your thoughts? It pops in totally out of the blue? Well, that was it for me today - I Feel Love by Donna Summer. Out of the blue. I'm driving home from errands, Mini's sacked out in the car seat, and it's bright, bright, bright out. Everything's rich and green. Wisteria is blooming along the route home, and wow.... that summertime, everything's relaxed and breezy vibe hit me. Not too shabby.

With all the stress I've been under lately, it was fun to sit back and reflect for a while. If nothing else it made me realize I'm definitely "summer" mode.

Too often I'm so busy trying to think about where I'm trying to go in the future I kind of lose sight of all the fun, cheesy things out there. Like revamped disco *snork* and body glitter. OMG. Body glitter! The stuff you wash off, but keep finding in patches days and days and days after you thought you scrubbed it all off. But I digress....

Summertime. I'm there. I'm ready. Bring it on! Oldest has exactly 5 half days left of school. I guess the teachers and school staff have summer fever too. They took the last week of school and decided to let everyone out at noon until the 16th - which is their final day.

Kind of a rambling post, but you'll forgive me right? Because it's Friday? Right? *crickets*

Happy week, everyone! ^_^

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Tie Me Down

My sense of smell came back this morning!! I can actually taste the coffee I'm drinking. That totally rocks. However everything has it's dark side...

When I woke up this morning I noticed this smell in the house. Sort of sickly sweet. WTF? I went through the house sniffing everything from socks to garbage pails and have determined this it is a smell of unknown origin... and it STINKS!!

I don't know what it is, or where it's coming from, but I want it gone! Before my first cup of coffee, I went to the sink and washed any left over dishes and ran the dishwasher. I took out the trash, and washed the filter in the air conditioner. I put all the clothes in the wash - which amounts to a uniform, a few towels, and the quilt and sheets from my bed. Not that much stuff. I even sprayed air freshner, but underlying it all, the smell is still here!

All I can figure is my sense of smell isn't quite back to normal. I guess now that I'm starting to get well and my brain is thawing out from the sinus infection, that's what I'm smelling: the infection in my own head. Ha!

On another note, round 2 for my HQN story is about half way finished. I'll probably do one more round of editing and tweaking after this rewrite, and then it's off to the crit partners for a read through. I'm determined to keep my schedule. Too much goes on in May and June for me to spend too much time slacking - as much as that kills me. I like to take my time and drag my feet a bit. What can I say? Old habits die hard. However, I have three birthdays this month to think about - Dad's is coming up this Saturday. Mom's and Mini's is this month too. Oldest's last day of school is the 16th. Before June 1st I need to have our vacation plans situated, and the living room repainted before the new furniture arrives.

Okay. My mental to-do list is getting longer by the minute so I'm going to stop it right now before it gets out of hand. Birthday are important. And the book. Finish the book, Cora. Must finish the book... *insert mystical oogla boogla music here*

I've kinda been doing this no-pledge pledge to read a book a week, even if it's a short one. My TBR stack is overflowing, and I need to do something about it. That in mind, I started working on my Harlequin stack first since they tend to be faster reads. I picked up Patricia Wilson's Walk Upon the Wind yesterday. Boy the transition from reading nothing but paranormals to a straight contemporary is kind of jarring, albeit in a refreshing way. Still, is it normal to think at random intervals "Hey - they could have put a vampire in this scene and it would've been totally believable!"? :*)

That's it for me today. I need to get a few words on paper before I make a dash to the post office to mail off some promo bags. Don't forget to drop by the Midnight Moon Cafe today to read the Midnight Brew. This week Nocturne author Patrice Michelle is telling us about her writing habits, and her new book Scions: Insurrection. I love her Scions series! Why don't you drop in and ask her a question or two? You may just end up winning a copy of her new book.

Best wishes, everyone, and happy Thursday!

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Hunk Day Ponderings and a Dance Break

It's been sooo gorgeous outside the past few days. I can hardly wait until I can get back out in it and clean up the yard a bit. I want to plant some gladiolas this year, and I'm sure Mini would like to help me. I'm not pushing it though, I'm taking my time to get well. (Lesson learned!) When I'm actually able to breath through my nose again, I'll get the spade and bulbs out.

Oy, but the whole thing has gotten my summer receptors stirred up. I'm ready to take the top and windows off the jeep, break out the cut off shorts, and dig out all my favorite summer albums: Sublime, No Doubt's Return of Saturn, and Bob Marley's Legend...just to name a few.

I took some time yesterday to clear out some old VHS tapes from the hall shelves, and made room for more of our CDs and DVDs. I couldn't believe all the junk in there. I still can't! In various VHS and DVD sets, we had 6 copies of Night of the Living Dead. *_* Yeah, I guess we don't need all those. I boxed them up for charity. I did find and organize some of the CDs I'd been missing for a while.

Speaking of music... and Bob Marley - he's my hump day hunk of the week!! Why, you ask? Watch the video and find out. Do it. You know you want to.... *_*



Is it any wonder Bob Marley had 13 children? Talk about smoooooth talking. Simple and down to earth, Is This Love is one of those songs that is romance boiled down to its very core. It's a man saying I want to share my life with you and take care of you. Whew! Now that's confident and sexy. One of the best songs ever in my opinion.

There you have it. Bob Marley, my Hump Day Hunk for this week. ;)

Don't forget to drop by the Midnight Moon Cafe today. See if you can guess what our sexy shifter is. One lucky participant will win a free download of Michele Hauf's Racing the Moon! Don't miss out!

Happy hump day, everyone!

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

What happened to Monday?

I totally missed Monday, so I'm now trying to get back on track. Over the weekend, Mini started feeling better, but I knew once he got sick it wouldn't be long before I caught his ick.

I thought I was doing fine, just a few sniffles over Saturday. I've been taking vitamin C to try and stave it off, but then on Sunday I was coming home from buying groceries and the ick hit me. HARD. Hubby had stayed home with Mini to spend time with him, and when I got back from shopping Dad was over, the guys were hanging out around back and I felt like I would fall out at any minute.

I barely remember getting the groceries in the house, and there were quite a few bags. After I had all but two bags in the house, Oldest peeked out around his door. "Need any help?" Um, yeah, I did. Like five minutes ago.

I told him I had it all under control, then basically took the bag with all the frozen stuff, stuck it in freezer without unpacking it, and left the rest for someone else to put away. I went straight to the bedroom after that, didn't even kick off my shoes, and fell across the bed. Seriously. I slept for probably forty-five minutes before dad left and hubby and Mini came looking for me. I think hubby might've been a bit upset with me, but it couldn't be helped.

Sunday night I couldn't rest, so stayed up watching Executive Decision on sattelite while the guys got some sleep. That blasted sinus infection is nagging me again. I swear I haven't been able to smell anything since January. However, I was already awake when Hubby got up to leave, so I was actually able to spend some time with him. There's a plus.

Mini is feeling much better this morning and so am I. I have been eating oranges and drinking OJ and taking sinus pills that apparently were crafted by the gods. Er, at least the ones at Eli Lily. Anyway, late last night I could suddenly breathe *_* and so I hopped on the computer and worked on my wip for a while. Great progress!

I've been relying on one of my summer sisters to help me with the geography for one of my stories, and that just fell in line this morning. Woot! We've spent two days of lengthy emails and she has weathered all my millions of questions, some of them not so clear because I've had that whole sick thing going on, which has dropped by IQ by double digits, I'm sure. Bless her, she's seen me through and she'll be getting huge kudos on my next dedication page, that's for sure. Lil sis, you rock!

I suppose that's it for today. Gotta go assert my mommy authority and try to avert disaster. Mini is draping towels over the dog like saddle blankets. Poor Chancellor. He's old, crabby, and has a toddler trying to make a horse out of him. It's the price we pay for domestication, Chancellor. Try to think of the kibbles...

Have a happy Tuesday, everyone!

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Sunny and Bright

Hubby should be home around 8 pm tonight, so I've been running around trying to get the house as clean as possible before he brings home all his dirty laundry for me to handle. Too, having the house ready will give me more time to actually spend with him once he's here.

I have no idea if we're actually going to do it, but we talked about swapping out my office and Mini's room this weekend. We'll see. Mini's room is the "haunted" one in the house. When we first moved in, it was Oldest's room. He was terrified of it for some reason. I always thought because the windows rattle. Well, when Mini came along, we offered to swap out some of the bedrooms, so Oldest ended up with our old bedroom and Mini has the "haunted" room. I figured if he grew up in it, he'd be used to it but nooooo.... He's actually run screaming from the room, and won't play in there unless I'm with him. ~_~'

So I'm next in line to inherit the "haunted" room. All I can say for any window rattling "spirits" that may inhabit that room is that I pay the mortgage. Move over because I have writing to do. :P

That's about it for me today. I hope you all have a pleasant weekend!

Friday, May 02, 2008

Crazy Friday

Last night Mini couldn't seem to rest. He helped me hang wall paper earlier in the day, and seemed fine, but after bath time he started to act cranky. I thought he was just tired so we went to bed, although I was anticipating getting up after he fell asleep so I could do some writing. He flipped and flopped and basically couldn't seem to get to sleep. I finally got up around 11 or so, and went into the den, at which point Mini sat bold upright in the bed and started puking HARD.

He scared me so bad I didn't know what to do. I finally got him to the bathroom and got him cleaned up and calm. I rocked him for a bit, fixed him a bottle of juice with a half a teaspoon of kids allergy and cold medicine to help his stuffy nose. He seemed fine after that. We slept until about 7 am., then he got out of bed and went racing around the house. He did some bed jumping, car playing, yaaaaahoooooo'ing, and was having a great old time. He's potty training, so when I took him to the bathroom and got him in the bright bathroom light, it shocked me to see he had tiny red spots all over his face.

I thought at that point I might have a complete and utter freakout. It looks like the measles, and all these horror stories of kids with measles flashed through my mind. I started checking him for fever, looking in his eyes, basically annoying the garbage out of him when he wanted to play...

I left him be and called the doctor right away. Of course, in a small town we have one pediatrician and the woman is NEVER in the fucking office. Today was no different. The woman is about as useful as a planter wart on a dog's ass, I swear.

I told Mini's usual nurse what was going on and she told me to call a number that is specifically for making appointments through the hospital. I did call, and after a serious talk with the receptionist, I managed to get Mini in for 10:45 am.

Well, he has an ear infection, and the doctor says the red dots are burst capilaries from puking. Lovely, no? *_* The puking is from some kind of virus she said is going around, and she put him on antibiotics. Aside from that, she says everything looks good. He's up to his usual toddler hijinks. It's a relief knowing he's not sick with something serious, but Mini keeps having tummy aches and fever so even after the doctor visit, I'm playing it safe and anticipating a long night.

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Picking this post up again after about four hours of phone calls and visitors. It's just been crazy like that for most of the day. I haven't had a visitor in 2 weeks, but the minute one of the kids gets sick... Mini is hyper now because my godfather just left, and he had a riding lawn mower in the back of his truck. "I wanna ride the tractor!!!" ~_~'

Oldest keeps wanting to add in commentary everytime I try to talk on the phone, so I've turned off my cell and put it away for tonight. Now that I've done that, I wonder if maybe I should've done it hours ago. Anyway, I'm going to call it a night at this point before I keel over. I don't want to kick the bucket before I watch this weeks episode of BSG. LOL!

Tonight if Mini is able to rest, I plan to work on my HQN story some more. I'm still rearranging chunks of it and pruning. I'd given myself a 10 day deadline for doing this, but I didn't anticipate anyone getting sick. I'm going to go the road less traveled and cut myself some slack tonight. If I get to it, I do. If not, I'll catch up asap.

I hope you all had a calm, uneventful day. Here's hoping Saturday will be a good rest day. Happy weekend, folks!

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Planning a Vacation

I spent a good chunk of last night tweaking my story for HQN. I decided to change the setting from South Beach to somewhere I'm a bit more familiar with, so (for the moment, at least) these urban werewolves will be inhabiting the fine streets of Shreveport, La. It's not a bad place. I grew up around there, and when we eventually moved, I lived there in the summers with friends. The truth is, though, I haven't read a whole lot of books set around that area. I can't name a single book off the top of my head, but I needed a city atmosphere that I could write about and make sound like I'd actually set foot in it at some point, so Shreveport it is. Really the setting is secondary, so I don't think it will cause too much of a ruckus to write the book closer to home.

Around the first of June, the family and I plan to take a four day vacation. We're heading out to Atlanta, GA, then we'll swing north so we can take Oldest to this mall around Buford, GA, before going on up to Cleveland - home of Babyland General Hospital. I've wanted to go for a while, so this is my year. As I've already written in a previous post, they're closing the old Babyland down and building a new one, and I want to see the original before it's out of commission. I plan to adopt a 'kid while I'm there too.

Just a fun, CPK collector fact: Did you know that the 'kids you pick from the patch yourself at Babyland are called "floor babies"? It's a term that is just what it sounds like. You picked a kid off the showroom floor. When colletors sometimes readopt a kid out, they tend to mention it when a kid is a floor baby.

Have I branded myself too much of a nerd today? ^_^ Ah well...

I guess I should get to work. I have some laundry to take care of, and I need to unload the dishwasher. If I do it early enough in the day I'll have a little bit more time to write once Mini lays down for a nap.

Happy Thursday, everyone!