Well, it’s Friday, and you know what that means – there should be a photo post today! But thanks to my lovely guest, and the fact that I’ve had a wild and crazy day and I have a wedding to go to tomorrow, I’m going to forego today’s usual Photo Friday post. I’ll still get it posted, but it may not be till Sunday or Monday. So until then, have a great weekend, stay safe, and keep cool!
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Well, the old adage rang true this year – March came in like a lion and went out like a lamb. A sheared lamb, but a lamb nevertheless. It was supposed to be in the mid-70s yesterday, but I don’t think it even reached 60°. Thank goodness I had the kids dressed warm when we left to run errands. The day was mostly cloudy, but at least it wasn’t raining.
The last few days have seen quite a surge in views here, which has me pretty excited. I don’t know what it is that’s attracting so many lovely visitors (aside from posting more regularly than I have in a long while), but whatever it is, I’ll try to keep doing it. Formatting guidelines and what one publishing house had to say are this-a-way!
…Yep, that’s right, I’m back in black. Piano Black, that is. I loved the Bouquet theme I’d been using, but I didn’t love the way it made images in my sidebar so big. I spent last night playing around with themes, unable to find one that truly made me happy (Chateau? Pilcrow? Maybe Vertigo?). So now I’m back to Piano Black, but I wanted something lighter. Trouble is, without purchasing a CSS upgrade that I would be sorely confused by, there’s no way to change the font color and the background I picked for use here that actually looked really nice with the black transparent overlay was just too light for the font to be truly readable. *sigh* Back to the drawing board…
I may continue to play around with this for some time. Apologies in advance if something you liked disappears for a bit.
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Since my late-night rambling appears to be so popular, I thought I’d share a couple other random late-night scrawlings for your reading amusement. These are a bit dated, but I happened to run across them late last night (or early this morning, however you want to look at it) during my bout of insomnia. And now, my sleep-deprived thoughts on a couple of my writing projects:
2/20
It’s late, nearly midnight, and I have to work in the morning. Everyone else is sleeping, warm and content in their beds, but not me. I’m sitting here, alone in the living room, wrapped up in my favorite blanket and wishing I hadn’t had that second liter of Dr. Pepper earlier. I’m wide awake, despite taking two muscle relaxers. Usually they knock me out, but not tonight. Tonight I feel compelled to write. I feel strangely adrift…
Since it’s been, oh, let’s just say a week or so since I posted last, I thought it was high time for something new. Sorry, there’s no sugar in this post. I ate it all yesterday in the form of a wonderful cupcake from Scratch, courtesy of Seymour (“Feed me, Seymour!”) the Wonder Husband.
Thanks to the wonders of social media (sorry I can’t be more specific – I’m fighting a head cold and losing the battle), I ran across an interesting article on titles and professional attitudes this morning. I liked it so much that I just had to share. And if you’re not following me on Twitter, then you may have missed this! It’s a post from my good friend Sophie Tallis that was featured on The Bedlam Daily. Sophie’s post is the third in a series chronicling her inspiration for her debut novel, White Mountain, which is due out from Safkhet Publishing in September 2012. Safkhet are the same wonderful folks who brought you The Banned Underground by the delightful Will Macmillan Jones.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time I settled down in our conference room for a nice little siesta. Then I’ll be able to whip this cold into submission and leave it lying prostrate on the floor before me, begging for mercy as I drive the cold hard stake of good health through its quivering, bloody remains. Wow, that was kinda graphic, wasn’t it? Guess that’s what happens when I’m tired and sick – I start dreaming of quivering globs of bodily fluids that are better left to the imagination. Wait, that doesn’t sound right…Okay, time to hit up the cold medicine!
Note: I must apologize for that last paragraph. The brain cells responsible for its content have been sacked and replaced with trout. If I seem preoccupied with bubbles in the future, it must be noted that the fish are responsible for said preoccupation, not me. So long, and thanks for all the fish!
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So I saw this on LiveJournal and decided to steal it because I was bored.
1. What was the last movie you watched in a theater?
I wanna say it was the last Harry Potter movie, but I’m sure I’ve seen something in a theater since then. I just can’t remember what it was.
2. What was the first movie you ever remember watching in a theater?
The Little Mermaid, though it could also have been Pippi Longstocking. If memory serves, I saw both of them when I was five, so it could have been either one. More exciting movie Q&A this-a-way!
I stole this from Miss Mezz’s LJ because I was bored and it looked like fun.
1. Make a list of five things you can see without getting up.
I can see some plants, a fireplace, several boxes of files, fishies, and my super-cool secretary coffee mug.
2. Name one weird quirk about yourself.
Let’s see…I love to eat chunky peanut butter straight from the jar, but I hate peanut butter sandwiches (even if there’s jelly) and peanut butter cookies and pretty much anything else containing peanut butter (except for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups – yum). Sorry, that’s the weirdest thing I can come up with right now. More random stuff this way!
Mmm, smoothies…yummy!
Today is such a lovely day. It’s a perfect day for an ice cream cone. I may just buy one on my way home from work. A lovely strawberry one, in a sugar cone…Mmm, it doesn’t get any better than that!
How I wish I didn’t have to be cooped up in the office, strapped to my desk. It’s such an inviting day out there and I long to be part of it. The sun is shining, there’s not a cloud in the sky, the temperature is soaring (along with the humidity in anticipation of the impending storm)…Must I stay here in this artificial, climate-controlled edifice? I think not. But there are no errands for me to run, so boo. Oh, if only there were errands to run, then I could go for a walk. And who knows? I might forget to come back. 🙂
Ooo, ooo! We got our pictures back! Apparently they came in quite a while ago, but the photographer never called us to let us know we could pick them up. Jerk. But they were worth the wait, so I’m super-excited. As soon as I get the software for my lovely printer/scanner/copier loaded on my laptop, I intend to get them scanned and then you know I’ll post them. This means I have to get to work on the announcement so that I can get it sent in to the paper for pretty publication. *so much squeeing, you don’t even want to know*
Okay, I think I’m done now. But it’s just so pretty and loverly that I can’t help but be in a good mood! Also, I cruised the loop in Reinbeck last night with the windows down and Eminem up. Totally felt 17 again. The only thing missing was someone else over the age of 6. Actually, after I picked Rachael up, I changed the song to a more family-friendly Barenaked Ladies song. You can’t go wrong with a song named after Brian Wilson.
Alas, I suppose I should quit procrastinating and daydreaming and such and get back to doing actual work. Happy weekend!
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So basically, I’ve been atrocious about posting this month. Sorry. As I just finished telling my bridesmaids, the procrastination bug has bitten quite hard lately. There are a million things I should be doing and yet…none of them are getting done. I can’t even blame Facebook this time! I’ve been playing Bloodlines on MySpace and have become rather addicted. It’s pure boredom, I think, that’s stimulating my fascination with the game. So much for having outgrown my interest in vampires…
I really can’t say that there’s much going on around here because really, there isn’t. My hands have finally recovered from raking leaves last week; I got off work early Friday and spent the rest of the afternoon raking the yard. Yecchh. We have a pretty big yard and lots of leaf-bearing trees, so raking is a huge chore. Plus, Greg and the kids raked all the leaves up last fall and pushed them out to the curb for the City to pick up and then they never came, so when the snow began to fly and the plows began to plow, they pushed all those leaves right back into the yard. Jerks. Their leaf-collecting machine broke, so rather than reschedule the leaf pick-up, they just didn’t do it. Raking wet leaves really, really sucks. You might say it sucks brass monkey balls.
*sigh* Have had it with working. Am more than ready to go home for the day. Really looking forward to the RCIA potluck tonight and the yummy, yummy deviled eggs that will be going with us. Have decided to channel Bridget Jones with my writing style for this paragraph. Am super excited that tax season is officially over. Must now lose weight.
In other news, Twitter is being irritating. While it is rather awesome, it’s also rather a pain. The jury is out on this, too. I suppose now it’s cooperating, I don’t dislike it quite as much as I did a few minutes ago, but that may change. I suppose I alternately love/hate it, much like the Twitter widget in my sidebar that doesn’t update in real time.
I think that’s it for the day.
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I’m bored today, so I thought I’d post the 25 Things About Me that’s up on Facebook. If you’ve read it once, you don’t have to read it again, but I made a few changes. If you haven’t, I hope it makes you laugh. And now,
25 Things
When I graduated high school I did one of those “Where will you be in five years?” survey things. I am so not where I thought I would be, but I wouldn’t change a minute of it.
I’m not funny. Sometimes I try to be funny, but it doesn’t work. Only the crickets applaud.
I love bad jokes. For instance, one of my favorites goes like this: Two fish were in their tank one day. One turned to the other and said, “You man the guns. I’ll drive.”
I began playing the flute when I was ten. My dad told me I wouldn’t be allowed to give it up till I made it to Carnegie Hall. As I was sitting in an informational meeting for people in music performance groups my freshman year of college, they announced that the Wind Ensemble would be performing at Carnegie Hall during Tour Week that spring. Alas, I was in the other band. I guess I can’t quit playing yet. 🙂
I want to be a famous author. I only have one problem: I have yet to finish a story.
I am my own worst critic.
The older I get, the less tolerance I have for slow drivers. The speed limit is 55, folks. You will not get a ticket for going the speed limit. Either drive the speed limit or get out of the way.
I despise the cold and yet I will probably never leave Iowa. Not because I can’t, but because anywhere else would be too different. I certainly want to travel outside of Iowa, but I can’t think of a better place to live.
I don’t feel 25. I feel like a 14-year-old trapped in a 95-year-old body.
I am well on my way to developing an ulcer and arthritis. See above.
In my fantasies, Mr. Darcy is not just a fictional character.
It’s a bit difficult to take this thing seriously. In fact, I probably wouldn’t be doing it at all except that my sister tagged me in hers and I’m bored.
I am tax girl. Hear me roar!
The fact that the Star Trek Experience is no longer in Las Vegas is extremely disappointing. Did I say disappointing? I meant to say that I was distraught beyond (polite) words. I was so looking forward to it!
I am apparently claustrophobic. I found this out after a stint in the trunk of Jenni’s car. And by stint, I mean I started pounding on the lid to be let out just as soon as it was closed.
A short time ago when my baby was still an actual baby, I was fascinated by his ability to sleep with his eyes open. I was also fascinated by his smiles when he was asleep. So cute!
California can keep its earthquakes and Florida can keep its hurricanes. I’ll deal with the threat of tornadoes. They make for much more interesting movies.
The sun shining on the courthouse square is one of the most beautiful scenes I’ve ever seen, no matter what time of year it is.
I am easily distracted by shiny objects. The one on my ring finger, for instance.
I cannot type today. This annoys me incredibly.
I love the Backstreet Boys. And *N SYNC. And BBMak. And 5ive. And Westlife. And maybe O-Town. Definitely 98°. And probably every other boy band popular in the late ’90s and into the early 2000s.
Except Hanson. I hate Hanson. I loathe them. And notice that this is not the past tense; I still don’t like them! MMMBop is quite probably the worst song ever written, in this or any language. Except for possibly The Macarena. I cringe at the mere thought of it!
I used to think I was very well-read; I was always reading something. I don’t think that anymore, primarily because instead of reading new books, I just read the same ones over and over and over again. Thank God they finally reprinted Time Enough for Drums by Ann Rinaldi because I think mine was the only number on the library card for the copy they had at the Reinbeck Library.
I randomly quote Facebook flair in daily conversation. For instance, “Don’t hit kids. No, seriously. They have guns now.”
I am a secretary. We secretly rule the world. You should try it sometime – it’s exhausting!
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 