I received my first Christmas card today. It was from a very sweet women from my critique group, whom I don't know all that well. (and I have been absent from said critique group for almost the entire year - why does every group schedule on Tuesday nights? I'm sorry, but 3 Cub Scouts trump one writing momma)


I discussed just last night whether anyone would notice if I skipped this year's card run. I lost all my addresses in the September computer crash and will have to work hard to get all of them again - we usually send out 55-60 cards. Not a lot mind you, but when you have to get all addresses - even my own father's 'cause I wasn't smart enough to make a hard copy of my address book - it is a daunting undertaking.

And ~ without fishing for compliments here ~ who would notice whether Dennie McD remembered them on the joyous holiday - but this one card, the day before December, made my day - I shall have to rethink my postal shun.

I gleaned this from a Blog hopping jaunt...
(I didn't write it, just copy and paste :-) Got it!)

Aries: You're very grateful today for President Bush's reassuring words about the war in Iraq. For awhile, you were starting to worry that we were pissing young American lives away for no clear reason. Thank God he set us all straight on that.

Taurus: This week, you feel a bit underappreciated. These feelings are perfectly valid. This doesn't, however, mean that you should stand on your chair at work screeching, "What about meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!?"

Gemini: There are better ways to impress people than by doing your Fonzie impression.

Cancer: This week, you engage in wholesome wintertime activities with your family. Things like getting drunk and pissing your name in the snow. They're lucky to have a mother like you.

Leo: Leaving your socks on during sex is not hot.

Virgo: This week, you nearly come to blows with your significant other while decorating your Christmas tree. Don't worry, the emergency room nurses have removed keepsake ornaments from people's asses before, so you should come through it okay.

Libra: You should focus on the positive this week. For example, the horrendous winter cold you're suffering through means you can't smell that vomitty drunk on the bus. Lemons into lemonade, Libra.

Scorpio: The Transportation Safety Administration's decision to allow sharp objects on planes again means you can resume your old habit of dressing like Edward Scissorhands on transcontinental flights. Huzzah!

Sagittarius: "O' Holy Night" is a beautiful song. When sung by anyone else but you.

Capricorn: You should probably refrain from asking the clerk at Victoria's Secret which wonderbra would look best on your blow-up doll.

Aquarius: Mmmmm. Soup.

Pisces: You prove your harshest critics wrong by finding your own asshole with a map this week. Congratulations!

I think the house next to me is haunted (Rosebuds - you may all stop laughing now).

Seriously - We have lived in our house, had it built, for five-and-a-half years now. The house next to us is about four mouth less old. And in that time, four different families have lived there. The last moved out just before Christmas last year.

Someone must be about to move in as I have see yard people almost every day for two weeks sprucing the place up. I wonder how long they will last?

Why haunted? My huge office window faces the neighboring house. I hear "things". All day long, so I look to see if it's yard people - no. No one is there. I check the siding as it has a tendency to fall off in big wind - nope, all still in place. The gate is loose, which is right there, but I went out the other night and put a planter in front of it to keep it closed. Freaky.

I have also wondered if it is a home for Witness Protection people - like I said, four families in four years - me and my over active imagination - I need to start editing my Nano book!


Say hello to me:

I made an avitar of me - it's as close to accurate as I could get - they didn't have a "chubbier" option :-)

This is early, but I did some Christmas shopping for the boys today and I was in the mood!
(I wrote this last year)



Happy Holiday's Y'all


Wreck your halls with discarded edits –
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
‘Tis the reason you bought the shred-it –
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Drawn some characters who will sass you –
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Throw it all away and start again brand new –
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

I got through 10,000 words today - that was all I was lacking. I am slightly crosseyed - no joke - but it is done!

I haven't cleaned the last few days - laundry is piled up in my laundry room (but is that really that different?) I did make breakfast today - apple cinnamon muffins. Took the boys out for lunch ('cause I kinda forgot) and made a great meatloaf and mash potato dinner!

And I did it - WOOHOO - I even finished the book's story. It needs edits like crazy but from 1 to 231 it is complete and I got 50,000 words. YEA ME!

(three days to spare and it will take me that long to do all the cleaning I have missed!)

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct!

Rock On!!!

Now if I could only figure out 5th grade science and social studies!

Your Outrageous Name is:

Sofonda Peters

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving all!








Nano -on! Writing writing writing............

Almost the minute school got out for the Thanksgiving break on Friday 11/18 (my kids get the entire week off) Brown-headed-child (there's only one of those so it's easy to distinguish him from the rest of the clan) got sick. Just a cold but it has lingered. The spare to the throne has been feeling puny since we got him on asthma medicine - not sure if it's working - hmm. And this morning mini-me (poor little man looks JUST like his mama) aka spare to the throne plus two took ill with the family cold.

Eldest offspring - he's staying away from the rest when he can, but little brothers can be tenacious when on a mission to share their germs.

Honestly, since the kids started school, I don't think we've had a single Holiday or school break where half of them and/or myself wasn't sick. I guess better then than during school - the second to the throne has only missed one day in his entire school career and it was the last week of school in Kindergarten - he's in 4th now.

Have a happy Turkey day!

I don't see this as a missed opportunity to be with the family, but an opportunity to write - Nano on!

Your Observation Skills Get A C

You tend to notice the big things in life... But the details aren't exactly your forte

This is by far the funniest one I have ever done as well as the wrongest! Any one that knows me personally knows I am the catcher of all things nitpicky and trivial. Half those questions could go either way, and two were flat incorrect - no answer would work, I must say, not that I am whining -- much!

Happy Thanksgiving, Y'all!

My friend Cece aka Celia Stuart has a new book coming out tonight (as of 11/21/05 - out now!) at Liquid Silver books. Check her out. Buy the Book!

(I've got my copy!)


Once in a Blue Moon
2nd Place - 2005 SARA Merrit - Single Title
3rd Place - 2004 LCRW Jasmine - Erotic Romance

Even strong-willed Texas diva’s have an Achilles heel and where Ty Boudreaux is concerned, Bad Betti Blanchard will break every rule she’s got. Can a girl from the wrong side of the tracks and Bluebonnet’s favorite son find common ground outside the bedroom? Despite the interfering in-laws, a jealous baby sister and a holiday no one wants to remember, Betti and Ty discover that even though their happily ever after doesn’t come easy, anything worth having is worth working for.

Read an excerpt on Cece's website.

I made a Thanksgiving meal for the family today. A couple of years ago the mom-in-law made Manicotti for the Thursday holiday meal and the hubby complained for months that he didn’t get turkey. (remember this was his mom)

So now I, make sure we have a mini-holiday for Thanksgiving and Christmas before the actual event. That way, no matter what (or how good – the big baby) our Holiday meal is, the man is ensured his faves. (the things we wives put up with!)

I made:

- Turkey and dressing
- Gravy – it was from a can – no one but me likes it so I am not gonna take the time to make the real stuff.
- Ham – for the kid who doesn’t like turkey
- French’s Green-bean casserole
- Mashed sweet potatoes w/ Marshmallows (sorry Cece – we love ‘em!)
- Both kinds of cranberry sauce – everyone loves both!
- Homemade bread = just plain white, they don’t like too much variety everywhere
- Pumpkin pie
- Cherry topped cheesecake

Hungry yet?!?!?!?!?!?


On the story – They found a dead body – OH MY! Who just so happens to belong to the new ghost, though the original ghost is the only one who has seen her. The heroine wants to move out, but has learned if she does, then the estate goes up for auction to the public so the greedy developers can scoop it up from her. Whatever will she do?

Bet you wish you could read the entire novel. Someday!

Your Brain's Pattern

Your mind is a creative hotbed of artistic talent. You're always making pictures in your mind, especially when you're bored. You are easily inspired to think colorful, interesting thoughts. And although it may be hard to express these thoughts, it won't always be.

Pretty close on I think. I will have to say I have NO trouble expressing myself! Can't always be 100% right I guess.

Nano on! Gotta get words!

I have calmed considerably. The hubby told the owner of her dog's escapades and she was so distressed that she let MY hubby fix the fence and never once apologized. B%&#*!

Yesterday, had someone checked my blood pressure, I bet I would have been hospitalized!

Today - I'm cool - calmed - and ready to write.



Have a good one - Nano on!

I am quite angry and will not hold off using words that may offend so please stop reading at this point if you don't want to know how quite colorful my vocabulary actually is.

I HATE my neighbor's dog. He has busted through the fence three days in a row. We share a common fence in the back and that fucking dog has busted through in two spots. The first day (Tuesday) I learned of this as my children brought one of our dogs through the front door as she'd come to play with them. That fucking dog had busted not only into my yard but also out of my yard through my gate - broke it!

So the hubby climbs over the fence into the neighbor's yard to fix the hole with wood he bought on his way home from work. So yesterday - same damn thing, but no escape to the street as the husband worked extra hard to nail the gate shut until it can be fixed correctly. Big difference - neither pet owner deemed it necessary to fix the fence. I put a piece of 2x8 up in hopes it might slow him (the fucking menace's name is Moose - he is a 100+ lb Boxer, BTW) down. No such luck. I get back from taking the boys to school this morning and who should be in the yard pouncing on my dogs? FUCKING MOOSE.

I AM SO MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I call the hubby to inform him and he's like hmm. After Moose pounced my littler dog twice I finally manage to get her in the house but I couldn't get him to go back though the hole he made. Three Milkbones and a rawhide didn't seem to entice him so finally I managed to get him near the hole, got behind him (dropped the fucking drill on him by accident) and shoved him until he decided to go home.

- did I mention Moose is a 100+lb BOXER -- FUCK! I found the piece of wood left over from Tuesday and screw it up on our side of the fence which of course is the wrong side of said shared fence. Did I also mention that a couple of years ago we actually had the smooth side of the fence but had to turn every single fucking panel around because Moose would knock down the entire section of fence? FUCKING MOOSE!

I AM SO MAD!!!!!!!!!!

And I realize now that if that dog had decided to attack all I had was a drill to protect myself. To this point he seems harmless but aren't half the dog attacks that way in the beginning?

AND this is all at 8 am AND I got half a cup of dog fucking slobber on one of my favorite sweaters and dog hair all over my white shirt - while trying to make sure the 4yo stays in the house, as Moose kept trying to get in, and make sure my dogs don't get back out and rile him up more than he obviously already is. (The neighbors have another dog, too, that was smart enough not to come through today who was also the beneficiary of all the Milkbones and rawhide).

His owner keeps saying, "If he does it again, I'm just going to have to get him fixed." Well, you know, I have a VERY sharp knife in my butcher block! I HATE MY NEIGHBOR'S DOG! And the hubby isn't too high on the list since he decided to go play poker last night instead of fixing the fence or taking out the garbage - but that is a gripe for another time.

update - 11/17/05 5:10 pm CST - HE DID IT AGAIN ... busted right through the spot I fixed this morning and now busted 4 more boards in the fence on the side of the house. I am temped to let that fucker out and call the pound.

update 2 - 11/19/05 8:15 am CST - HE DID IT YET AGAIN ... while the hubby and I were out for the afternoon with spare to the throne plus two. Moose's owner said she had to get him back in her yard - wonder how she did that as our gate is nailed shut. That I would have loved to see. A while back, the owner had put up an electric fence and that seemed to have stopped him, but a) said electricity no longer works they found out Tuesday; b) Moose is busting through just past where it stopped. Anyone ever see Jurassic Park - you know the part about the Valasa (sp?) Raptors testing the fence for the weakest part - uh, scared now!

Did I mention I have a cold through all this - as if you couldn't tell - thought I had a Migraine coming - nope just a cold - SHEESH! I'll stop whining now! :-)

I took off Monday, writing wise, because I needed a break. My word count was good through mid-Tuesday so I decided to do nothing with Nano. Now I can't seem to get my rhythm back.

And it's not like the book is boring me. Quite the contrary. Several things are about to transpire. There is another ghost that has suddenly appeared (who knew?). The main characters are at "that" part of the story. I haven't written "that" kind of scene in a while and am hesitant. I need to get the secondary story line moving - the Butler needs to have some fun. PLUS they are about to find a dead body. Pretty exciting stuff. But I can't get moving.

I am in the building phases of a migraine. Mine take about four days to get moving (I am on day three) then last about four more days once fully formed. It makes it extremely difficult to concentrate (I can't even watch TV - sheesh!).

On a good note - I have begun a little, little bit of Christmas shopping. It's hard trying to figure out what four boys want every year that they either a) don't have; b) can't break by the end of the day. It's dern hard! Not to mention the hubby - forgetaboutit!

. . . and yes, I like my clip art!

Christmas is 40 days away. I have done no shopping at all. I have Nano on the brain. But that's okay. I am a last minute shopper anyway - which is ironic because I am the planner in my family. God forbid my mother should ever make plans more than 17 1/2 hours in advance (love ya mom!).


Cold weather has finally hit North Texas as it was 50 degrees today. I think last week it was 88 degrees one day. It makes it so hard to get on the Thanksgiving and Christmas spirit when you're wearing shorts and cranking the A/C up.


On the book front - psst, I have a secret: My ghost has a ghost living with her and she's scared spitless of the new one. Intrigued?

My fingers hurt, my hands are sore, but I have over 20,000 words for Nano. Is the story any good - hmm, don't know. But this is a, don't-edit-just-write-write-write challenge, so as Caroline more succinctly put it, this is the Kernel to grow the story from.


I suppose there are advantages to fast, fast, fast. If you can turn off your internal editor (S), you can get moving through the story.

Yesterday the hubby took the kiddos to his mother's. I stayed behind so I could get some writing done and make headway. Do you know, I wrote 300 entire words while they were gone and close to 1400 once they got back - GO FIGURE.

Good luck to the other Nano-ites. Keep on Keeping on!

I was born in Alaska, but got to Texas as soon as I could (Well, as soon as my dad was transfered from there to San Angelo - he was in the Air Force you know) when I was one - is that Texan enough?

You know you are at Texan if:

1. You can properly pronounce Corsicana, Palestine, Decatur, Wichita Falls,

San Antonio, Burnet, Boerne, Mexia, Waco, Amarillo, and Waxahachie.

2. A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.

3. You've ever had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day.

4. You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to the door, but by the availability of shade.

5. Stores don't have bags, they have sacks.

6. You see people wear bib overalls at funerals.

7. You measure distance in minutes.

8. Little Smokies are something you serve only for special occasions.

9. You go to the lake because you think it is like going to the ocean.

10. You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.

11. You know cowpies are not made of beef.

12. Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.

13. You have known someone who has had a belt buckle bigger than your fist.

14. You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, and bait all in

the same store.

15 Your "place at the lake" has wheels under it.

16. A Mercedes Benz is not a status symbol; a Ford F350 4x4 is.

17. You know everything goes better with Ranch dressin'.

18. You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.

19. You actually understand this and you are "fixin' to" send it to your friends.

20. Finally, you are 100% Texan if you have ever heard this
conversation:

"You wanna coke?"
"Yeah."
"What kind?"
"Dr Pepper!"

Yep, that's me!

When I come across new pics of my fave... I have to add them!

A friend once pointed out when a man says he’s going to bed he heads to his room, drops his clothes on the way, and falls into bed. When a woman says she going to bed she turns off the light, sets the alarm, checks on the kids, lets the dogs in or out, puts up the food left to cool from dinner…yada yada…you get the picture. Fifteen minutes later, she heads to the bedroom. And I have discovered that this is the case whether the hubby is 1st or 2nd into bed. Why is that?

A four year old will use his indoor voice all day until you pick up the phone – then he SCREAMS! (and jumps off furniture)

Puzzle pieces CAN fit if you hit them long and hard enough.

Your gifted and talented son will NOT keep up with his homework on his own (or his jacket, the paper from his teacher and sometimes, a younger brother).

When working on your new book, forget where your vacuum, laundry room and dishes are or you’ll suddenly remember you’re behind there, too.

The dog will eat the carpet if there is a stain she likes (a lot!).

Do you wonder why they put the nutrition facts on a water bottle? Calories – 0, This – 0, That – 0. Ingredients – water: duh, go figure. It’s water for goodness sake. Although it does have salt. It says, “adds a negligible amount of sodium” which is, surprise, surprise – 0. So why put it! S’all I’m saying………

If you hate talking on the phone (with the exception of to a few choice people) you will find yourself in charge of a job that forces you to speak to 20+ people to get what you need. (not that I am complaining :-) )

And I AM on track in my Nano book. And if you change the font from Times New Roman to Courier New I am ahead of schedule (and if you change the pt from 12 to 36 I’m done!)

I have a lot of admiration for those that actually work AND find the time write. Not that talking care of my kids isn’t work – but it’s not quite the same thing. Although, it’s not much fun when you’re writing a sex scene and you little one yells to you that he’s ready for you to come wipe his butt. But those who have jobs outside the home, many congrats on writing. That is outstanding! (applause, applause, applause!)

I am in sooooo much trouble. I downloaded Microsoft Reader yesterday so I could buy an e-book (well two actually - Celia Stuart and Daisy Dexter Dobbs - and no I haven't had a chance to read them yet - Nano, you know) and I found that you can get FREE books from Microsoft books. They have 1516 FREE books. Do you know ... I went through all of them - feeling a tab bit nauseous now - ew...

I'm afraid I also got poor Sandy hooked on it, too! (so sorry - tell the hubby I only meant good, not evil).



eh, hum - back to me ... I downloaded 20+ books (5 were dictionaries - I don't know why I did it - 'cause I could!). Can you say Obsessive Compulsive. I am so Obsessive laced with the compulsion to be more obsessive! I feel like a kid that found a Pokemon card factory with the doors open, lights on and a big light flashing "take me" on the Raichu card and a trail of more neon signs beckoning me to overload my deck (if you have young boys you know what I am talking about - if not, suffice it to say: YIPPEE).

I don't know when I will read any of these - but I have them in my possession, they are mine!

I do think it is a sickness - but I will pretend to take the pills, stick them under my tongue and spit them out when no one is looking (muah muah - evil laugh here).

...when I get soooo excited about writing.

I have been working hard on this Nanowrimo (and to recap for those who haven't been reading my blog with enough regularity to know what that stands for - shame on you! - National Novel Writing Month) book. I have been more than lax in writing the last year. And when I finally got a story that really energized me the other computer crashed - losing said book.

But I found the challenge of Nanowrimo too enticing to resist, plus my fellow Rosebuds and some of the TWW folks were doing it, so I jumped on the word band wagon.

Without computer troubles and kids screaming constantly, writers, such as myself, can have intetnal hurdles as well. We have doubts. And I'm not talking about puny, "well maybe this is okay" doubts. We're talkin' whopper doubts. "I suck as a writer." "I don't know why I even bother trying to write." to "No one would read this crap" (oops that'll cost me a quarter in the 'crap jar' at home - darn make that two quarters - I digress). Writers are the biggest critic of they own work. And I am so typical in this self-disparaging attitude!

So when I get in a super rhythm and the stars seem to align to bring all the right elements of a story together I want to shout, "Yea!". Then when I find things out about characters I didn't know and the book practically writes itself, I'm giddy with verbal euphoria. Then the story just flows unimpeded. YIPPEE! And like I said in the beginning, it still amazes me when one sentence flows to two, then to three and before you know it, you have a story fleshed out and four chapters underway for the Nano-contest (yeppa - four entire chapters! Oh and over 12,500 words - not to brag or anything unless it sounds like braggin then I am doing it only in a good way 'cause I haven't written so much in a long time =) sorry over explaining again).

I love being a writer!

P.S. - it doesn't hurt that I am so very competitive! (the spare to the throne gets that from me in a big way!) Not only do I want to be in the front of the race, I want to be in front by yards. So this is fun in a self-competition as well as a Rosebud competition. What motivation!

(whiner time here!)

Average is the kiss of death. What does it mean? Standard, regular, normal, usual, typical, ordinary, mediocre and, God forbid, common. (Yes, I know how to use a thesaurus.) What can be exciting about any one of those terms?

In school, I got average grades – nothing to write home about, no special commemoration or commendations, no awards, but also nothing to warrant a trip to the principal or lectures of my needing to live up to my potential. If you’re average, you have reached your potential apparently.

I have lived in an average income ratio my entire life. You’re broke at times and times you can spend $5.00 on a triple-diple double no fat/low fat latte chocolaty mocha thingie if you choose (but shoot me now, if I ever step foot in a coffee chain!). You were never poor to the point that you needed to pull yourself up. And you were never rich enough that, that triple-diple doohickey mattered if you had 2 or 10 in one sitting.

I am of average height (although this might be pushing it – so let’s say the low end of the average scale and – weight, now, some things I do strive to be above average in! Between the two, however, they do “average” out to average =) Imagine that!) Average hair color, and eye color not that people take the time to notice things as insignificant as someone’s eye color these days – whining. What does average mean there? Your “common”ness blends you in to the crowd, you don’t stand out.

My knowledge of any particular subject is enough to get me through a conversation if need be (I have learned, when in doubt, ALWAYS ask the other person’s opinion and either say, “I agree completely” OR “I’m not so sure, but I will think on that.” Works every time!) But there is nothing I can say I am the authority on – though after this I might have a slightly higher concept of mediocrity.

I like singers (Chris Cagle rocks!). But I stop at plastering his face all over everything – though he is the wallpaper on my laptop and I had his pic on the old cell phone … so, hmm, and I refuse to stalk him…oh, wait done that too (did you know he likes What-a-burger?), but that still does not compare to the legions of fans far more crazed than I for him – trust me on this! I like certain actors/actress but don’t commit binders to their chiseled portrait (not that that is a bad thing, I just don’t like anyone enough to bother with it). I have a run of the mill (look another one) interest in celeb fame.

Books are one thing I have aplenty but compared to some of my fellow Rosebuds – I’m a mere blip on the B&N repeat customer radar. And I fall smack dab in the middle-of-the-road of how much I have written amongst the ‘buds.

Do I sound like a whiner – probably – but actually I hit a down time in writing my nano book and procrastinating IS something I excel at – HEY, a non-average phenomenon for me – what do you know – woohoo!

Word count = 520+

Hitchcock made me get nervous every time I see a flock, gaggle, or clutch of birds. (Why, oh, why couldn’t he leave our fine feather friends alone. Let the poor birdies lead their happy own existence?) I mean, I could have kept from picking up Daphne Du Maurier’s book, but even watching TV commercials for board games, clips for the 1963 movie run constantly – sheesh!

Where I live there are tons of birds. (And I do mean that quite literally.) Black birds, grackles whatever you call them – they are sooo annoying.

Yesterday, as I waited to pick some of the kids up from school, the empty field had thousands of said birds – yick! They covered the phone wire for three blocks (not kidding) and flew around in circles and in formations that, while very interesting to watch, when you stop and think how many birds that was made your skins crawl.

S'all I'm saying...

and okay - those pics aren't grackles - but that was all I could find in my clip art =)

Yea! – I have the first line for my Nanowrimo book – gotta start somewhere!

It was a dark and stormy night. - Just kidding!

Have you ever untangled a slinky? Talk about needing patience. And for whatever reason my kids thrill in wadding the dern thing up.

It makes you wonder about me though. I can sit and untangle any of their toys, shoelaces, game system cords - and do it often and remain calm. But put my in other situations and I turn into my mother who is turning into her mother (sorry - you know I love ya mom!) I have never driven to three different grocery stores because they are too crowded - total lack of patience (and remember, mom - I said I love ya!)

Well Damn - I broke my tooth eating Chinese food - who breaks their freaking tooth eating Chinese food - sheesh!

Not a cure for a headache - When you have a massive migrain don't take four children to Chuck E Cheese for a b-day party on a Sunday afternoon.

S'all I'm saying...

Note: take your lid off your drink BEFORE you take a sip - it helps.

I hate it when:

* * - The wireless goes out – dial-up sucks.
* * - The dog hawks on the carpet ... EW!
* * - The youngest is in need of major attention just when I get my rhythm in a new book – mmm-hmm.
* * - I go to the potty after one of the boys forgot to lift the seat. UGH!

I love it when:

* * - I chase the 4-y.o. around and catch him! TICKLEFEST!
* * - Sandy and I actually make it to lunch.
* * - C.C. is in town and Cece and I get tix!
* * - I remember to turn on media player (need my CC!) while I write – peps me up!

New Love:

Lemon honey black tea (that I make at home, Miss Sandy!)

Old Love:

soda – weaning myself (and don’t you know it, my jeans are hanging a tad bit looser!)

Why:

* * - does the hubby throw words back in my face – meanie!
* * - do the kiddos not hear you when spoken to directly but pick up every thing you have whispered two rooms away?
* * - did I try with valiant effort to watch the “Every Scooby Doo ever made" marathon on Boomerang that lasted 4 days?
* * - does that personal censor button work the least when you need it the most?
* * - does food taste better when you’ve hidden it from all the men in the house?
* * - Speaking of food – do kids eat weird sh@&?
* * - do I still preface everything with some form of explanation that lasts four times longer then the antic or happening itself that explains my weird sense of observations and/or commentary? (If you know me you know I am a little … odd)

I am a curious person. If I don’t know the answer to something, I want it! I have freaked more than one friend out with my questions. It doesn’t mean that I am allergic to eggs, like girls that way or have the slightest desire to commit the perfect murder. I just want to know.

What does it tell you when your computer gets e-mails for weight loss pills – is someone trying to tell me something?

Good thing no one can see me moving the laptop all over the desk trying to find a friggin’ signal. (but what do you expect with the WIFI/Searchy thingie?)

And lastly – why in the hell is the keyboard on the laptop and the wireless keyboard I have hooked up to it sticky – hmm – ew – hmm!

OH WAIT - I found a new pic - WOOHOO!

MMM-HMMM