The random thoughts that flutter through my mind...
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My birthday: April 17
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If I had a billion dollars, I'd give a million to each of my friends and family. I'd have an indoor gym and pool built at my college. I'd pay for teachers aides at my daughter's school. I'd buy every book Nora Roberts ever wrote, and I'd fly to her next book signing so I could tell her thank you for saving my sanity by giving me an escape from reality for a few hours at a time.
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1,000 Shades of Fool
American Girl
Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too
DJGroovySlug
FlyLady.net
He Wrote, She Wrote
I choose not to believe
I Was Just Thinking...
Jill Shalvis
Long and Writing Road
Miss Snark
Passionate Chaos
Pub Rants
Questions Asked, Questions Answered
Running With Quills
Still I Rise
Sublime Vacuity
The Steal-Me Book
Turn the Page
Woodland Rambles
today
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Taken from the ALA website
Books I have read are italicized.
Got a MoMail a bit ago.
dear I am writting this letter with due respect and
heartful of tears since we have not known or met
ourselves previously. I am asking for your assistance
after I have gone through a profile that speaks good
of you. I will be so glad if you can allow and lead me
to the right channel towards your assistance to my
situation now. I will make my proposal well known if I
am given the opportunity. I would like to use this
opportunity to introduce myself to you. well,
i am Alice sinko 20years old girl and I know that this
proposal might be a surprise to you but do consider it
as an emmergency.In nutshell, My (late) father Dr.Diop
Sinko Diop ,was the managing Director of Rainbow Gold
and Diamond Mine company in (KENEMA) sierra-leone. But
he was killed along side with my mother during the
longing civil war and all his properties was totally
destroyed. However, after their death I managed to
escape with a very important document (DEPOSIT
CERTIFICATE (US$10.5m)Ten million Five hundred
thousand U.S Dollars deposited by my late father in A
SECURITY AND FINANCE COMPANY)which i am the next of
kin. Meanwhile,i am saddled with the problem of
securing a trust worthy foriegn personality to help me
transfer the money over to his country and into his
possession pending my arrival to meet with him.
Furthermore,you can contact the company for
confirmation and i will issue a letter of
authorisation on your name,that will enable the
security company to deal with you on my behalf.I am
giving you this offers as mentioned with every
confidence on your acceptance
to assist me or take me as your wife and manage the
money.Conclusively,i wish you send me a reply
immediately as soon as you recieve this
proposal,please write me back ith his email address
(alice4diop@yahoo.com)
Until then,i remain with the best regards
Miss Alice
Um... yeah. I think I'm speechless. I just got spammed via Motime.
Oshu walked over and pretended to sit on Ethel. She yelped and said, "Hey, I'm not one of those squishy fart things!" He looked at her, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Uh, you mean a Whoopie Cushion?" She is so much like me... I can never remember what something is really called so I say dumb stuff like that all the time.
George told me yesterday that he didn't like me anymore. When I said that was okay, that I still loved him, he whacked himself in the forehead and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Man, she's never gonna give in!"
Still haven't thought of anything exciting, but I was ordered politely requested to rant mention the story Lishy and I have been working on. A not-quite-direct quote (only because I can't remember exactly what was said), "We need some feedback!"
It's true. C'mon, guys... I've spent the last two hours making it reeeal easy. Click here, read through what we have so far, leave feedback. Keep in mind, however, that we write scenes as they come to us, so there's a lot missing still.
Please? Don't make me beg. Read the damn thing. It won't take that long.
And he survived me. I didn't cry, throw up, or otherwise disgrace myself. Still refusing to eat solid food (c'mon, that would hurt!) and smiling doesn't feel the greatest, but on the plus side I've managed to get four and a half books read in two days. I've been living on mashed potatoes (instant), SlimFast (gross), and the occasional vegetable cooked to mush. I did eat a bit of chocolate last night... I took very tiny bites and sorta let it melt on my tongue. It's amazing what I'm willing to do for chocolate.
Other than that... Oshu bought us three lottery tickets the other night. We didn't win. Stupid lottery. Then this morning I saw an article on MSN about people who win and then their entire life gets ruined, so maybe its a good thing. :) Well, I have a book to finish, and some potatoes to eat. And my life is pretty boring right now... so if I think of something better I'll be back.
Thanks to Jheka.
My blog is worth $11,290.80.
How much is your blog worth?
Night before last she came downstairs at 11 pm (long past her bedtime, I night add). Her fingers were bloody, and she was holding yet another tooth. I swear she goes to bed and sits there wiggling her teeth for hours. She's lost 6 of the front 8 now, and the last 2 are loose. If she keeps this up she won't have any teeth for the Holiday pictures. (Six pulled, only two new ones grown in.) We keep calling her Toothless. Every time she eats, food winds up smeared across her cheeks, because she can't bite down on anything in front.
Speaking of toothless people, I have to go to the dentist in the morning. I'm getting two teeth pulled. I'm absolutely terrified. I've given myself seven body piercings and a tattoo, but I can't handle someone else coming after me with a needle. Wah! As if that isn't bad enough, when I get nervous I get indigestion, and sometimes gas, and I can just see myself sitting in the chair and farting while he works on my teeth. Oh, the horror. I'm going to have nightmares tonight, I think. Maybe I'll just stay awake all night- then I'll be in that lovely dazed state where nothing matters, and come home and fall right off to sleep. I did tell my boss that if I felt like it I'd come in, but I don't think they're expecting me. Oh, no, the big boss proceeded to tell me all about his brother, who scheduled two hours off work when he had his wisdom teeth removed, and ended up missing three days. Sadistic bastard. It's a good thing he's such a great boss or there would have to be retribution. Actually, a little revenge might not be a bad thing. 
Any suggestions? Hopefully he'll at least give me some decent drugs- ibuprofen and tylenol do nothing for me. I've taken them for my knee for too long.
Okay, it's taken me a while, but I'm going to take InMyLife's challenge. She said I had to post 20 things about myself and then, for every minute it took me to write it, I had to tag one person.
On my mark, get set, go!
1. My favorite color is purple.
2. I don't especially like dogs.
3. I have an unreasonable terror of bees.
4. I tend to procrastinate (obviously, huh, IML!)
5. I'm going to be a librarian in a few years.
6. I despise mushrooms. Why anyone would want to eat fungus is beyond me.
7. I also despise liver. Hello? The function of the liver is to filter out wastes. You really want to eat that? Yech.
8. I'm a sucker for romance novels. I get crabby if I don't read at least two a week.
9. I write erotica. Good erotica. One of these days I might get brave enough to try to publish some of it, but for now I share it with my friends.
10. I'm a stress eater. The busier my life gets, the more I snack.
11. I crave cigarettes when I drink.
12. I have had 11 piercings, and I've done 7 of them myself. It's a self-mutilation issue, I think.
13. Stupid people annoy the crud out of me. I am capable of being nice to them, but inside my head I'm frequently screaming rude things in their direction, or fantasizing about smacking them sillier than they are now.
15. I'm not a very interesting person. I'm having a hard time thinking of things to say.
16. I have an obsession with Vin Diesel.
17. I hate people who cheat. I've had it done to me, and it hurts.
18. I stay up too late at night because its the only time my house is quiet.
19. I don't study nearly enough for my classes and then I have to cram the night before exams.
20. I bet you didn't notice that I skipped #14.
21. Sometimes I want to run away from home. It would do my husband good to spend a week taking care of our kids by himself.
Okay, that was hard, but at least I'm done now. Now, to find the 10 victims lucky bloggers to tag.
I was dared by the Candy Bar to write some erotica.
It all started when we were discussing the fact that Oshu keeps teasing me about having an affair with my boss. But anyway, I told the Pickle about it and she said her husband says the same thing. Like I told the other girls, if he were 20 years younger and we were both single, maybe. I mean, the man bakes homemade bread that is unbelievably good. And he's funny as heck... but he's also a few months shy of being twice my age. This led to a discussion of which of the guys at work would be most worth having an affair with, and I made the comment that it would make a good story, and she dared me to write one, which led to me stupidly saying that I should write a series of stories about a bunch of the people we work with (cleverly disguised, of course). So I created a new literotica account and I've been trying to decide whose story to write first. I can't use the old one because I gave the link to one of the techies one night (IMing someone at 2 in the morning is not always a good thing... it makes me do stupid stuff) and just in case he goes back looking for my stuff I'd just as soon he not know I'm doing this.
Ethel was eating a granola bar in the car on the way to school, and as we pulled into the parking lot I suggested that she put the rest of it into her backpack for later. She was adamant that she would forget it was there. We exchanged words on the subject. When she got out of the car, she turned to me and snarled, "I've decided that I don't want to live with you when I grow up!"
Went home and told Oshu- he said, "Did you tell her that was a good thing?"
Our poor daughter. If she makes it to adulthood without her psyche being utterly destroyed it will be a miracle.
Oh, and Lishy and I have decided to collaborate on a story. (I hesitate to call it a book yet since it's only about 10 pages long.) If you get bored, check it out. I suggest starting from the oldest post first- otherwise you are going to be quite confused.
Yesterday was the Ethnic Expo Festival Parade. Our troop walked in the parade, carrying the adorable banner they made. All went well, aside from some minor conflict over whose turn it was to carry the banner. (9 girls, 2 at a time, doesn't quite work out evenly.) That is, all went well until the end of the parade, when we reached the final corner where we were supposed to meet the parents. We rounded the corner and realized one of our Brownies was gone. Just... gone. So I walked the whole was back to the parking lot where we had lined up, thinking she might have kept walking with another troop (it was pretty crowded), but no kid. Then I walked half of the parade route in reverse, frantically searching for a little girl in a pink coat. When I finally found her, she was sitting with her mom, watching the parade.
Turns out that her mom was at the corner when we got there, and assumed that the other leader and I saw her taking her kid. Uh, no, we didn't. We were trying to keep track of 9 little girls, all of them going in different directions. Just shoot me? Please? K, the other leader, said she was quitting, she didn't want to be a leader anymore. I hope to hell she was kidding. I told her it was just a learning experience, that next time we would know how to handle things better.
So yeah, that was my weekend. How was yours?
I won, I won! I entered a contest on Jill Shalvis's blog and I won a book! Sigh... could there be anything more perfect than a book? I do the happy dance.
George ran through the livingroom a bit ago, singing "spaghetti sauce, spaghetti sauce". To the tune of the MacGyver theme song. Oy. When I asked why spaghetti sauce, he said cause he liked it and its messy. (Why did I bother to ask?)
Oh yes, I was supposed to tell about Ethel and attempted homicide. I got home last Tuesday and Oshu said we needed to talk. (So much for hitting water aerobics, darn it.) Turns out Ethel's teacher called. She tried to stab a boy in her class with her scissors. Pointy ones.
Turns out she was mad at him because he can balance his pencil box on his head and she can't. So this is a justifiable retribution, in her eyes. And don't worry, she didn't even draw blood. I don't think she was trying to hurt him, but still. This is not an appropriate response in the situation. We called the pediatrician. She's going back on her Concerta. I talked to Ethel, and she said school went better last year when she was taking her medicine. She asked to be put back on it. She did really well over the summer off of it, but once school started again things went downhill. She's back to crying at the drop of a hat (because she lost her pencil?) and having nasty mood swings (lately the thing I hear out of her mouth with the most regularity is "I'm so miserable! Why does everyone try to make my life such a misery?") This is going to be one hell of a teenager if we can't get this under control. You know I'm not in favor of drugging children, but I'm trying not to let my feelings get in the way of giving my daughter everything she needs to be successful.
Which reminds me about something else she said yesterday. She is in second grade. ISTEP testing starts in third. She's already worrying about whether she will pass ISTEP next year. I tried to reassure her that she would do wonderfully, but I'm not thinking she bought it. There is something decidedly wrong with our educational system when a seven year old is already dreading a test she doesn't take until the next year. They have special classes to help them prepare for the ISTEP tests. Isn't that circumventing the basic premise of the ISTEP? To see what they know? I'll shut up now. Time for more coffee.
