Whoops!

Obviously I missed Tall Tale Tuesday!
What is up with that?
Long, busy day with very little downtime in between obligations.
It happens.
I'll be back later. I might even post some pictures. We'll see...
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Exhausted Monday Ramblings

I'm tired. Tired enough that I could go to bed now and probably sleep until morning. That is, providing I can actually fall asleep, but we won't go into that right now. Anyway.
This week is RWA's National Conference. I know I'm always bummed when it's conference week and I'm not going. This year is especially bad because the conference is within driving distance and I still couldn't scrape it together to go. Bummer. But...guess what? I am going on Thursday for the Annual General Meeting of RWA. I'll be roadtripping with a few friends, going to the meeting, and then goofing off with some sightseeing, eating, and who knows what else. I'm excited.
I'm also excited about going to see Jason Manns. My ticket has been purchased and I'm psyched about more roadtripping! Jason Manns! Friends! Roadtrip! How cool is that?
Actually the next month is busy like that...day trip, Jason Manns, and then yet another roadtrip with my sister for a long drive down south to our cousin's wedding. Looking forward to that, too.
Which is good, because all of this exciting stuff makes me forget about how tired I am. ha! It is Monday though. Monday = Tired.
That's all.
Behave!

Tips

Handy, dandy helpful hints...
1. Don't blow your car horn at 2 a.m. when you're parked in front of the neighbor's house. Really. Don't blow your car horn like that at anytime.
2. The only way to watch a scary movie is with all lights out.
3. Check the oil in your car.
4. Eating junk for dinner usually results in a stomachache, weird dreams, or both.
5. You should probably really try to find out why the dryer spits out your clean clothes smelling like burnt rubber.
6. The cat litter will not change itself. Seriously. It won't.
7. Spoiled milk is never good to drink.
8. Never eat stuff made with mayonnaise that's been left out on a hot day.
9. Humor can be found in most situations.
10. Pressing your car alarm button in the middle of the night is rude and you should not do it.
Helpful?
Probably not.
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Yeah. So.
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Feel Good Friday

I shouldn't have held onto yesterday's list.
Considering I feel like crap right now, I don't have a lot of feel good stuff today. I'm cranky, tired, and just done.
But let me see what I can come up with...
1. The possibility of getting to see Jason Manns in concert has grown. Looks like a definite maybe right now.
2. Watching movies with my husband.
3. My kid coming home tonight.
4. Crossing things off my 'to do' list - though it's still very full.
5. My writers meeting tomorrow (I'm hoping I feel good enough to go and by saying that, if you know me, you know I feel pretty darned crappy if I'm even considering the possibility of missing it. I haven't missed a meeting in at least a year and a half, maybe longer.)
6. Quiet.
7. The fact that my husband has called me four times today already to see how I'm doing.
That's all I can come up with right now. I think I might need to go take a nap.
Lame. What can I say?
Behave!

Five Things

Five things I'm digging right now...
1. Jason Mann's version of "Hallelujah". Love the song. Love Jason Mann's version of it most of all. It's my number one right now.
2. The possibility of getting to see Jason Mann's in concert. Right now it's a slim possible, but I'm working on it.
3. Meeting my goal (exceeding it, really) and getting back on track with the book. I *think* I've found what I was missing and I really should just learn to trust myself a little more.
4. Getting closer to having a title for said book. I *think* I have one, though what I really want to call it is "Knowing", but yeah, that's already kind of taken. Sanding out the details before I say what it is.
5. Warehouse 13 on Sci Fi, or I guess that's SyFy or whatever the new logo is now. Been watching commercials for the show for what seems like forever. I knew I wanted to watch it, but honestly, if we hadn't been watching SyFy on the night it aired, I would have forgotten. I'm glad we were. Yeah, there's some issues -(like why was the guy going to kill the president - I know he was under the bloodstone's influence, but why?) but name one pilot episode of any show that didn't have at least a few issues. Loved the hero and heroine - classic pairing, but it worked. The guy in charge of the warehouse was also very classic - funny, imperfect, and definitely with his own issues. It was part X-Files, part Supernatural, part Indiana Jones...and I loved it. I'm signing on for the ride and hoping SyFy doesn't disapoint.
Yeah, I know tomorrow is Feel Good Friday and I should have saved these things for then, but you can't have too much Feel Good. Right?
What's on the top of your Feel Good/Digging It list right now?
Behave!

Summer Survival Journal: Entry Five

It's been many days since my last entry.
I somehow managed to avoid the further destruction of my sanity by taking the natives on a brief holiday. The open air, water, and many activities seemed to take the restlessness from their beings. They barely bothered with me during the days of swimming, kayaking, biking, and horsing around. Providing them with food was all that seemed to matter, though the questions regarding meals did not cease completely. And the man I'm stuck here with was there to help deflect the natives constant need of me. Soothing.
But, then, we returned to our base camp.
And, once again, the fears I hold for my sanity fill my soul. Gathering provisions has become the focus of my existence and I remain convinced our stockpile of food is being compromised while we slumber. The noise level is constant and the natives are still no closer to understanding my dialect. Sometimes they nod as if they understand what I'm saying, but I believe that's to convince me to stop talking. Perhaps the sound of my voice causes them pain? I do not know.
One of the main natives returned for a brief visit today. Filling the camp with laughter and joy. And also raising the level of chaos to a peak that has not been experienced in quite some time. She will return to her occupation this evening and while my ear drums bleed, I will miss her terribly. So will the other natives. And the man who's stuck here with me.
I try to focus on my duties while they're occupied with their own agendas, but the natives seem to have a sixth sense about it and are instantly drawn to my side. Deal-making does not effect them. Nor do bribes. I have conferred with others in my similar position and there does not seem to be much that can be done to ease that particular situation.
It is not all bad. That man I'm stuck here with took them on an outing this evening, leaving me to some peace and giving my aching eardrums a chance to heal a bit. I will use this time to focus on my own duties and allow the quite to soothe my ravaged nerves. Escaping is out of the question. I am convinced a homing device has been implanted somewhere deep inside of me that will forever keep me attached to these natives and that man who's stuck here with me. I feel near-physical pain at the mere thought of not having them around.
That is all.
Behave!

Streamlining...

I decided that maintaining two blogs is just too much work when I already feel a bit overburdened by the stuff on my 'to do' list. Yeah, it's not that big of a deal and posting to wordpress can be done over email, but why double post? (Especially since my word press site averaged two hits a day max.)
So, if you've come over here from my wordpress site, let me know. I'm glad you clicked over!
That's me...a streamlining machine...ha!
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Answer!

1. Remember me telling you about how I hit my thumb with a hatchet while trying to chop wood almost a month ago? Yeah. Well...I did it again. Right between my thumb and pointer finger on the same hand. It hurts like a mother, though the new injury isn't as bad as the old, still-healing injury. Same way, too. Chopping wood for the fire. Pictures later. Nah. Never happened. Though it could have had a hatchet been present on the occasions I lit the fire.

2. In my last post I mentioned "stinky rugs". The reason the rug stank was because we parked over a mole's abode and must have squashed one during the set up of the camper and subsequent rug placement. The stink? Yeah. You guessed it - dead critter. Joyous. We're trying to save the rug, but are not hopeful. (the dead mole was not pretty either - looked like a mole pancake) True on parking over a mole's home, but not on the dead mole. The rug was stinky because it was one we had in the living room when K3 and K4 were younger and it took it's share of milk and food spillage. Getting wet released the odors and it didn't seem to matter what we tried.

3. I also mentioned flooded tents in my last post. That would be K4's hardly used tent. She bought it herself three years ago, and has only managed to sleep in it maybe twice. Now it's nearly too small for her, which is beside the point. She was determined to sleep in it this campout. She and K3 put it up and she stowed her gear inside. Then it rained. And rained. And rained. And flooded. Big time. Because, apparently, they put the rain fly on wrong and instead of deflecting the rain, it funnelled it directly into the tent. Yes. Her sleeping bag didn't dry until the last day because the rain would hit before I had a chance to get it off the clothesline. Also, I don't think the tent is waterproof at all.

So there you have it.
I might be back with another summer survival post later. We'll see...
Behave!!

Tall Tale Tuesday

The post camp edition.
So...
Which of the following really happened while I was away camping.

1. Remember me telling you about how I hit my thumb with a hatchet while trying to chop wood almost a month ago? Yeah. Well...I did it again. Right between my thumb and pointer finger on the same hand. It hurts like a mother, though the new injury isn't as bad as the old, still-healing injury. Same way, too. Chopping wood for the fire. Pictures later.

2. In my last post I mentioned "stinky rugs". The reason the rug stank was because we parked over a mole's abode and must have squashed one during the set up of the camper and subsequent rug placement. The stink? Yeah. You guessed it - dead critter. Joyous. We're trying to save the rug, but are not hopeful. (the dead mole was not pretty either - looked like a mole pancake)

3. I also mentioned flooded tents in my last post. That would be K4's hardly used tent. She bought it herself three years ago, and has only managed to sleep in it maybe twice. Now it's nearly too small for her, which is beside the point. She was determined to sleep in it this campout. She and K3 put it up and she stowed her gear inside. Then it rained. And rained. And rained. And flooded. Big time. Because, apparently, they put the rain fly on wrong and instead of deflecting the rain, it funnelled it directly into the tent.

So...which is it?
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