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You Are a Fierce Femme

You have a wild side, and you aren’t afraid to bring it out when the time is right. But you also know when to hang back and keep your “crazy chick” persona in check. In fact, some of your friends may be surprised to find out how far you can take it… You may look mild mannered, but it’s all an act!

Quote of the Day:
“It’s pretty hard to be efficient without being obnoxious.”
- Kin Hubbard (1868-1930), American Humorist, Journalist

Last night was the premiere of American Idol. I missed some of it while I was getting my child ready for bed. I just have to say – what was UP with them letting the weird jumpy barefoot dude through? Da-yum! He must have had some REALLY good drugs. They are going to so massacre that poor boy in Hollywood.

There were other interesting contestants. I was actually embarrassed for some of these people. What makes them think they can sing? That would like me trying to get up there and get through. Sha. As if. Not gonna happen. Did someone just happen to tell these people, “Dude, you rock!” or something? And it went immediately to their head so they decided, “I’m in the next American Idol!” And they simply cannot take rejection. They would NEVER make it in the publishing world, would they?
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Yesterday was chaotic at the office. Let’s see if I can sum up in a few words (HA). You can read how it all began here. So the furniture people were arriving in the afternoon, which meant we had to unload everything in our drawers and pack up the desktop. Which also meant the computers had to get moved too. I managed to get it done during the morning hours and then they called a little after one saying they were on their way. When they get there, we discover we didn’t have to unload our drawers at all.
:gaw:

They break down the cubicle and start putting up the wall to separate me and the lady next to me. We’re supposed to get overhead storage too. Finally! And we both desperately need it. The guys start building the wall…and the closer they get to completion, the more we realize it’s not the right thing.
:wall:

They put up a 48” wall with ONE unstable overhead storage bin on a bracket instead of the 64” wall with the TWO overhead storage bins we were SUPPOSED to have. Of course, there’s chaos and confusion and the office manager tells them it’s not right. She gets on the phone with the furniture people and complains. They send a guy out. He looks at the issue, sees what it was supposed to be and what it is. They agree to “rush” the parts for the CORRECT wall which means it will be at least another 2-3 weeks (maybe more…this is cubicle furniture we’re talking about here). They finish this up by the end of the day and we move back in.

All this means I will have to pack up my desk AGAIN. :duh:

Ah well. At least I have…half a wall. I guess. :dead:

Quote of the Day:
“The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.”
All’s Well That Ends Well, Act IV, Scene II, William Shakespeare

So. I cooked again last night. I made fried pork chops. I think that had to be one of my favorite meals when I was a kid growing up. Because I was lazy and didn’t want to take the time to make real mashed potatoes, I made instant. They are SO not as good as the real deal. There’s nothing like real mashed potatoes. Even though I’m a big believer of cooking out of a box, I am NOT, however, a fan of instant mashed potatoes.

I decided yesterday I would polish up the first three chapters of the historical, finish the synopsis, and go ahead and submit it to my editor. I figure I should go ahead and get a feel for it and see if it’s worth finishing. I worked on the synopsis off and on, never really getting to that completion point I wanted to get to. I tried to work on the book last night, but instead found myself watching four episodes of Sex and the City. What can I say – I’m a junkie.

Then I shut off the show at 11 and tried to go to sleep. I laid there until 12:30 when I was just starting to doze. You know – getting into that happy place… when my husband’s cell phone rang. Work was calling. Again! ARGH!

Finally got back to sleep and had weird-ass dreams. Didn’t want to wake up this morning and I feel almost hungover. A sleep hangover. That’s like the worst.

Anyhoo…Sweetie Boy had “Pajama Day” at school. Since the weather is now frigid (instead of warm like yesterday!) I didn’t want to send him to school in his super-warm footy pjs. Instead, I put jeans on him and his other pj top. As we were getting ready to leave, he said, “Mom, you forgot to change my shirt.” When I reminded him it was PJ Day, he said, “Oh, right right.”
:hehe:

Must dash. Things to do.

Well DUH.

You Should Be A Gemini

What’s good about you: witty and energetic, you’re simply the most fun to be around What’s bad about you: you’re flighty - losing interest in people and projects quickly In love: you enjoy the “honeymoon phase,” but after that it’s hard for you to stick around In friendship, you’re: likely to have many groups of friends, with many different interests Your ideal job: mime, guru, or cartoonist Your sense of fashion: casual and simple You like to pig out on: fast food, especially burritos

Quote of the Day:
When a woman pulls on a great pair of boots, she not only walks differently—she behaves differently.
–Catherine Wilson, Harper’s Bazaar

Is it Monday already? Crikey, where does the time go?

This weekend flew by. Since I stayed up so late on Saturday, I was exhausted by the time Sunday night rolled around. Sunday afternoon, the boys went geocaching while I stayed behind and worked on my historical. I’m so close to finishing that thing I can taste it. I did some edits, wrote a few more new scenes, but there are still holes that need to be filled. And I’m really starting to get into it again. I printed the entire manuscript and am slowly, methodically going through it. When I wrote the first draft, I didn’t bother breaking it into chapters (Scener/Pantser) so now I’m going back and doing that as I go. Once I get it all polished, I’m submitting it to Samhain. I think I’ve given up on New York. For now.

When the boys got home, I continued to work since I was on a roll. I could hear Husband watching the football game and Sweetie Boy playing with his cars and trains. Then suddenly – it all got quiet. Turns out, they were both crashed out on the couches! So I took that moment to finish folding and putting away laundry and start dinner.

I made a lovely paprika chicken with scalloped potatoes, garlic bread, and salad. It was tasty.

I crashed directly at 10 last night. Even though I wanted to do more work on the historical, I just couldn’t get my tired brain to think any more. So I knew it was time to hang it up for the night.

This morning came swiftly. Probably because I slept like the dead. I didn’t want to get up…and outside something strange was happening. Small round droplets of water was falling from the sky. I think, and I could be wrong, this would be known as RAIN but I couldn’t say for sure since it’s been a lifetime since we got any around these parts. We were beginning to think we lived in the desert. But finally - it’s raining. Sort of.

It’s still unseasonably warm here. We were in short sleeve shirts yesterday!

Anyway.. time to go. Gotta get to work.

You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut

You’re a complex creature, and you’re guilty of complicating things for fun. You’ve been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life… Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut. To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.

So what am I still doing up?? Actually, the Inspiration Bug just hit me and I’ve been working on my historical once again. I’m this close to finishing it, so I figured what the heck. I have a few holes to fill and then a round or two of polishing and THEN it’s off to Samhain.

I also - on a whim - decided to see if I can re-release Ransom & Fortune through a new e-publisher that’s doing serials. We’ll see how that pans out. Their reponse time is 60 days and I sent in my proposal tonight. I must but a glutton for punishment for wanting to start up the whole serial thing again. But I think it won’t be so bad this time seeing as how the serial is complete and I don’t have to start from scratch.

All right. Suppose I should go to bed. It’s WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY past my bedtime after all. And WOW my typing is really bad.
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This morning, I’m off to my chapter meeting! I’m looking forward to it as it seems like it’s been forever since we met - and I guess it really has. November, to be exact. We had our Christmas party in December. Anyway… I crashed early last night. My head was aching from the horrifying lump on it. And I just generally felt like crud.

Gotta get things together - so must dash. Happy Saturday!

I totally dig these

Your Sexy Red Shoes Are

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OooOoO… Friday the 13th. Creepy!

So last night… I cooked dinner. (Please hold all applause until the very end. Thanks.) Now, I didn’t do anything fancy. One of those Campbell’s Supper Bakes – I love those things. It’s a full meal and all you do is add fresh chicken. Okay, so I’m no culinary whiz, but at least it gets food on the table. Right?

Anyway… I make my favorite garlic bread. It’s frozen and you just pop it in the toaster until the butter is all melted. YUM (I’m a fan of ready-made meals…) My child decided to have a tantrum at the dinner table. Probably because he was hungry and tired and couldn’t figure out how to handle himself. He’d shove his plate away and refuse to eat, whine and pout and just be a little turd. Can you tell I was in no mood for that sort of behavior? Husband kept trying to find out what was wrong with him. I’m sorry – but a 4 year old is not going to know what’s up. I told him to ignore the little whinny butt. We do and Sweetie Boy starts eating dinner finally. Of course he gets in a better mood after that.

So… I’m cleaning up and Sweetie Boy is still eating. He eats his bread from the inside out – don’t ask. It’s a talent only a child can do. He accidentally dropped part of the crust on the floor. Being Mom, I walk over and reach down to pick it up and… whack the SHIT out of my forehead on the chair. Luckily, I didn’t see stars. But the first thing out of my mouth was this:

“Ow! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!”

And that’s as far as I got. Since my child was right there, and he picks up things very easily, I couldn’t use the string of expletives I really wanted to use. I bent over, holding my head and squeezing away the tears that suddenly formed in my eyes.

So here I am - thirty-plus years old and I have a FREAKING lump on my forehead. Why is it, when you get old, it totally BLOWS to get hurt?

:wtf:

I did more work on the Winter Rose contest last night. Getting entries logged, entries received, and sending out notifications. I’ll have more today since the deadline is quickly approaching. I’m wondering if the Merritt received my entry form and check…I’m ready to send in my submission. I need to find more contests to enter. I think the rewrite is really good this time, and I’m dying to get it out there and see how it does.

As for NGD…I’m working on it! Slowly but surely. I’m getting there. I’ve got to make major progress very soon, though.

And at work – I’m getting my wall on Tuesday! Okay that sounds kind of weird. When the office was renovated, we got new cubies. They failed to put back the wall between me and the lady who sits next to me. So we had no overhead storage at all. Anyway – we are finally getting that wall installed and I will AT LAST have my overhead storage for all the crap that’s been residing on the floor behind my desk and all over my desk. The downfall is we have to pack up our ENTIRE desk as if we were moving. What a pain!

All right – carry on, folks. I’m off to do…whatever it is I do.

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