Finally got around to putting up Tomcat’s wallpaper border tonight. It went more or less okay until we got to the closet.
This crap should be drug out into the street and shot. Repeatedly.
In other news, tomorrow I will probably have a post on how awesome Tomcat’s room looks. You know, after the electrician finishes installing his ceiling fan and I get everything put back in his room where it belongs. 😀
That is all.
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Yes, it was one of those days today. Actually, it wasn’t really a bad day, but it started off looking like it was going to be one. I woke up and discovered that Cricket had managed to unscrew the cap from a full tube of Desitin. Evidently, he thought it would make a wonderful styling accessory because his hair was full of it. I guess he also thought it would make great make-up, because his face was covered in it, too. Naturally, it was all over his hands. He got it in his bedding, on his feet, on his door. It was a mess.
The e-book version of Tuesday Daydreams is now available for Kindle! You can find it here or by searching for it in the Kindle store. Right now this is as far as I’ll go with the e-book version, but maybe next weekend when I will hopefully have more peace and quiet, I can get it formatted for other e-readers as well. Gretchen, any pointers would be much appreciated! Oh, yeah – I still have to read the Smashwords Style Guide I downloaded. That would probably help. 🙂
Between my excitement over having finally released a title and my fatigue from driving all over two counties today and my frustration with my oldest son, I’m a bit all over the place at the moment. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I see an adult beverage and a scotcheroo with my name on them. Happy weekend!
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Thank goodness today is done! It was definitely a Monday round these parts and I am glad to be done and moving on with the rest of the week. Here’s hoping it’s better than today was.
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First, I think this cartoon accurately describes the weather we’ve been suffering through lately:
Last night we had a lovely thunderstorm. Greg and I sat out on the front porch and watched it rain for about half an hour. It had cooled off so much that I actually got goosebumps! It was all lovely and romantic and wonderful.
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I got this email from my hubby last night. He got it from someone and made me read it, so I made him forward it to me and then I sent it to all my friends because it’s funny. It’s also true.
Cold is a relative thing. At 65° above zero, people in Florida turn on the heat. People in Iowa plant gardens.
At 60° above zero, people in California shiver uncontrollably. People in Iowa sunbathe.
At 50° above zero, Italian and English cars won’t start. People in Iowa drive with the windows down.
At 40° above zero, people in Georgia don coats, thermal underwear, gloves, and wool hats. People in Iowa throw on a flannel shirt.
At 35° above zero, New York landlords finally turn up the heat. People in Iowa have the last cookout before it gets cold.
At 20° above zero, people in Miami all die. People in Iowa close the windows.
At 0°, people in Arizona fly away to Mexico. People in Iowa get out their winter coats.
At 10° below zero, Hollywood disintegrates. Girl Scouts in Iowa are selling cookies door to door.
At 20° below zero, Washington, D.C. runs out of hot air. People in Iowa let the dogs sleep indoors.
At 30° below zero, Santa Claus abandons the North Pole. Iowans get upset because they can’t start the snowmobile.
At 40° below zero, Hell freezes over. Iowa public schools will be open two hours late.
I’ve seen something similar regarding Minnesota, but this is funnier because I live in Iowa, not Minnesota. This morning it was -9° when I left for work. By the time I got to work, the temperature had dropped to -12°. I found this little gem especially appropriate this morning.
…because it’s not cloudy for once. Woo!
Still feeling rather blah today. My head finally stopped hurting, thank God, but I’ve been so tired all day that I nearly dropped off at work this morning. I’ve spent the day gettin’ jacked up on caffeine, so I hope I can sleep tonight. I can’t wait to watch Bones later, so I don’t know which will keep me awake longer, the caffeine or the lovely t.v. that I’ve been anxiously awaiting ever since I saw the preview last week. I don’t remember the last time I got this excited over a t.v. show. Oh, wait, yes I do. It was back when Voyager was still on. That’s right. 🙂
Speaking of Star Trek, I was rather disappointed with the new movie. I loved Chris Pine; I thought he was an excellent Captain Kirk. And when I finally figured out that it was Jennifer Morrison who played his mom (and not just some unknown Kirsten Dunst lookalike-wannabe), then I was tickled pink. I kind of found myself wishing she’d been in it more because I really like her. However, I was more than a little disturbed when they blew up Vulcan and after that, I just couldn’t get into it. I kept waiting for a Year of Hell-type fix at the end where the timeline was restored and everything goes back to normal – I could have lived with that, even though it would be a cheap fix to a bad plotline – but it never came, and that was incredibly irksome. Yes, irksome. Because I can’t think of an adequate swear word. Also because I apparently write in sentence fragments now. And the whole thing where they completely rewrote how Captain Pike ended up in the wheelchair and lost command of the Enterprise? No. Just no. I’ll take The Cage any day, thank you.
And honestly, the Romulans? I was disappointed. They looked nothing like the Romulans I’ve seen. Okay, so I haven’t seen all of the original series or even most of The Next Generation (that I remember), but even in Deep Space Nine and Voyager, the Romulans looked a lot more Vulcan than they did in this movie. These new future-y Romulans looked like normal guys with tattoos on their faces. I found it very distracting.
All that said, though, the movie had its moments. Karl Urban was great as Dr. McCoy. One of my favorite parts was where he kept giving Jim shots and Jim finally had enough and started yelling at him to stop it. That was great. I also enjoyed the part with the Spock, Leonard Nimoy, although I must admit that I had flashbacks of Futurama and the episode they did where Melllvar held them hostage on a forbidden planet and held a Star Trek convention. That was a funny episode.
Okay, so actual work interrupted the posting of this post. Perhaps that’s a little redundant, but I just finished watching that episode of Bones that I had so been looking forward to. And now I’m pissed. I avoided spoilers like the plague for the last six months because after I looked at the story that was in TV Guide – and I shouldn’t have – I wanted to save myself for the episode so that I could fully enjoy it. Boy, did I not enjoy it. I mean, I liked – okay, loved – the whole Booth and Brennan together thing. I loved Caroline being in it because she’s awesome. The woman can deliver a line like nobody’s business. And Sweets was pretty good with his little band; the tie-in to Gormogon was kinda funny. It was obvious that the whole thing was some sort of dream sequence, but when he said, “Who are you?” Oh, man, if looks could kill, my t.v. would no longer be working. I think I even startled Greg a bit because he paused the show just before the dreaded words and he said he thought I was going to give birth for a minute. I didn’t say a thing, but the look on my face was all, “Don’t do that!!!” And then Booth spoke and I decided I had some writers to kill. Well, first I need to find out whose idea it was to blow up Vulcan and hurt them and then I need to find out whose idea it was to give Booth amnesia and hurt them. You can’t fuck with Booth and Brennan, people, it’s sacrilege! This is even worse than blowing up Vulcan!
*hiss*
I have a feeling I’ll be ranting about this for a good long time. Like, all summer until the new season starts. And by God, they’d better fix it. Or else. Grrrr…
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Today was the annual City-Wide Garage Sale in Reinbeck. We had one. Needless to say, it was a long week. We got the garage swept out last Sunday, carried things into the garage Wednesday night, set things up Thursday night, and priced everything last night. We were up till after 11:00 p.m. every night this week and then I had to crawl out of my nice warm bed at 6:00 a.m. this morning to get the signs put up so people would know we were having a sale. The city always puts out a map of people having sales and then they have the maps at Casey’s and Trunck’s. It costs $5 to have your name put on the map, but it’s worth it because then people know where all the sales are. We paid our $5 and when Greg went to Casey’s this morning to get some pop and a couple of the maps, he discovered that they had left our house off. So we paid $5 for nothing. I guess it’s a good thing my signs held up…
So this is how my morning went:
It’s amazing what brings out the kooks in town. There’s an apartment complex next door to our house and one of the tenants came over to see what we had for sale. “Whoa, it’s like a little store!” she exclaimed upon entering, holding a glass of questionable contents (orange juice for sure, but Lord only knows what else). “Oh, I love your lamp! I want this lamp. I’ll be back for it. You guys have exactly what I need, I swear. You really do. You have everything I need. I’ll be back. Oh, I love this lamp! I want your lamp.” After several painful minutes of her seriously disorganized (I can’t think of the word I want, sorry) rambling, she finally left, only to return about a half hour later with her rather annoying (and awfully overweight) dog in tow. She wasn’t quite as high when she came back, thankfully, but still, when she went pawing through the box of miscellaneous knives, Teresa and I got a little nervous (Greg’s mom came up for the weekend and sat with me through most of the sale). This time, psycho neighbor lady picked up one of a two-pot set (she only wanted the one – they were a buck for the pair), a handful of knives, and a can opener, set them down near the check-out, and went to let her dog relieve itself (hopefully in someone else’s yard). “But I’ll be right back. And I really want that lamp, but if you sell it to someone else, you go right ahead, it’s okay. But if you don’t, I’ll take it.” Gee, lady, thanks; I’m so glad I have your permission to sell my lamp. *sigh* Some people. While she was amusing in her own “special” way, I wasn’t too disappointed that she completely forgot about coming back to our garage sale.
Greg had to work today, so he didn’t get to enjoy watching the people come and go. He did, however, rig something up so that we could still run the heaters after we blew a fuse in the garage. He grabbed his heavy-duty extension cord and plugged it in at the house, then rolled it out to the garage to plug in one of the two heaters we’d been using. That was nice. But apparently we must have blown another one in the house because when I sat down to count the take in the dining room, the light wouldn’t turn on. There’s no way we blew out nine lightbulbs at once, so we must have blown another fuse running that heater. *sigh* Oh, well. At least we were warm.
There weren’t many people out today for the garage sales, not that you would know it from talking to Greg. Every time I talked to him, he told me about the bumper-to-bumper traffic on Randall Street. Trouble is, we’re not on Randall Street! My theory is that people started up on Valley Drive and out in Eastgate and over on Hillcrest and Ridge Streets and then by the time they got done with all the rich people’s houses, they were too tired, too broke, or too tired and too broke to come over to the west side of town and visit our lowly establishment. For Pete’s sake, we had good stuff, dammit! It’s not like we’re in the poorhouse.
Okay, end rant. I just was not real patient with people this morning. I mean, I was, it’s just that I was dissatisfied with how long they were taking to get out to our house. Our biggest crowd consisted of four people who happened to wander in at the same time. And then there was one lady who came in with her kids and her son was just a terror! He was tearing things apart all over the place and she really wasn’t a lot better, but then she was just like, “Well, come on, we’re going,” and didn’t reprimand him once or tell him to behave and keep his hands to himself or anything. And then he wanted a toy and she wouldn’t buy it for him because it was part of a bag and he only wanted the one, so he threw a temper tantrum, clearly expecting it to work. If I’d behaved like that, my mother would have given me the spanking of a lifetime when we got home. She didn’t buy him the toy, at least, and I was glad when they were gone.
There were a couple people that came in like that, who were worse-behaved than the kids. That always gets me. This one gal came in with her sister and they were looking at Greg’s Jeff Gordon jacket. The one woman ended up buying it, but her sister was trying to talk her out of it. She used the very tips of her fingers to pick it up and look at it quick, and then she asked if we had any hand sanitizer she could use. She dropped the jacket in a heap on the table and then brushed her hands together, as if the jacket was filthy and she couldn’t stand the thought of being contaminated by it. She said if it had been a Dale Earnhardt, Jr. jacket, she would have been all over it like white on rice and I thought, “Gee, lady, aren’t you a little old to be acting like a middle schooler?”
Hmm, it seems that the battery in my laptop is about to go dead, so I should probably wrap this up. I have a headache anyway and need to go take some more something for it. Some food, perhaps; all I’ve had today were a handful of Mike & Ike’s and a few slices of summer sausage, washed down with a lovely bottle of Dr. Pepper, because clearly, I’m a health food junkie.
Oh, and happy Mother’s Day!
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Sorry. There’s just not much to tell lately. I really haven’t felt like writing all that much, which is rather odd for me.
So to update, we’ve finally settled on the bridesmaid dresses. Yay! One thing down, 970 million more to go. Um, I’m being confirmed at church Saturday night. And my tummy hurts. Apparently all the antacid I took after lunch hasn’t kicked in yet. It really needs to, though, cuz I’ve had awful heartburn since yesterday and it needs to go away.
I actually made some progress on my type-up-all-my-old-stories project. I got one all typed up and I started on another one. Oh my God. Seriously. I knew they were bad, but holy crap, I didn’t realize the exact extent of the horror. Yikes! I should be shot for writing such utter drivel. Aside from the fact that every time someone asks my character to tell them about herself, she gives them her life story in one paragraph, well, there are really no words to describe just how bad it was. I kept making remarks like, “It’s a good thing I never got knocked up at fifteen like some people do because I’d have stuck my kid with a truly heinous name,” or, “You have got to be kidding me. What the hell was I thinking?!” And I thought these were good once upon a time? I was out of my freaking mind! Greg asked me why I was typing them all up if they were so bad. I told him it was so that I had a record of what I used to write. “Oh, so you’re not going to have them published?” he asked. “Oh, HELL no!” I replied. “I’d die of embarrassment!”
And I would. They are true horrors. *shudders* And yet, I keep on going…
We got 8 inches of swearing Sunday. This is April, dammit. That’s not supposed to happen. When they said April showers bring May flowers, they meant rain! Not white crap! NO MORE WHITE CRAP!!
Okay, I think I’m done now.
But on the subject of crap, my long-awaited piece of BSB-inspired fluff is nearing completion. Yay! Because everyone loves a good bit of fluff, right? Right? You know I’m right.
*sigh* I hope this afternoon goes by as quickly as this morning did because I just want to go home and curl up in bed. I seem to be feeling rather averse to productivity today. So with that, I think I’ll go back to doing quizzes on Facebook and hope that this time, stupid WordPress will post my entry when I tell it to instead of saving 90% of it as a draft and losing the rest of what I typed. I hate when things of that sort happen. Stupid computer glitches. If I could remember everything that I typed, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, I guess, but my memory sucks, so there ya go. Apparently my computer sucks, too, but I already had suspicions of that.
Friday needs to hurry up and get here.
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 