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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
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Taken from the ALA website
Books I have read are italicized.
WInd whistling through your hair, the grass flying by under your bare feet, giggling with the pure joy of being alive. Feeling the bounce of each step as if the earth was your own personal springboard, flinging you on your way. Feeling your blood pumping through your arms and legs, the pounding of your heart loud in your ears. Finally you stopped, usually not until you ran out of yard, gasping for breath as the world steadied, then doing it all over again- just for the sheer pleasure it offered.
That's what running used to be.
I miss that.
I had decided not to do Nanowrimo this year after all. The plot I had outlined in my head just wasn't working for me and I truly don't have enough time to take something else on. Then I'm lying there at 1:30 in the morning, not sleeping, and I had an urge to write. I managed to churn out 2073 words in an hour and a half, and I've intrigued myself enough that I want to know what happens next. Well, here goes nothing.
(Lishy's gonna kill me. Melinda's being a snot and refusing to let me write her... maybe if I work on something else she'll get jealous and start cooperating.)
Morning again. Yay. Flippin. Rah.
Methinks I need to go make coffee. The only good thing about Mondays is that I can sort of ease into them gradually. I have to take Ethel to school but then I can come home and veg for a bit. Lishy and I are going walking indoors today- at Walmart- because I need to get the oil changed on the car. Then again, I haven't cleaned the car out yet, so maybe I'll wait until Wednesday to take it in. Better yet, I'll do it after work. I'll leave the kids with Oshu and get groceries while I wait. Sounds like a plan.
Now. Coffee. This week I'm having hazelnut. It's good stuff. Back later. Maybe. Need to wake up first.
It's been one of those weeks. Two papers due, a test in Financial Management, a quiz in Accounting (plus a case study)... and then all of the family drama. Came home, hoping for some loving attention from hubby (if you know what I mean) and he had a friend here and they were going to a movie.
Okay, thats fine... if I don't get wild sex, I'll just have some Absolut and a litle Seagrams. Won't be quite as relaxing, but it'll do.
Little sister- the one with the 2-month-old baby- had a little accident at work today. She was cleaning the conveyor belt on her line (while it was running) and got her ring caught. It pulled her hand and arm around the roller, broke her hand and wrist, and cut her arm up pretty bad. She was smart enough to make a fist so it didn't pull her fingers through and she managed to get her arm out somehow. She said she managed to keep from bleeding on anything so they wouldn't have to scrap the whole batch of soap they were making and the boss was just amazed that she was coherent enough to think about the soap. From the sound of it she was pretty amusing- she had the maintenance crew talked into carrying the stretcher out to her car so she could get her Dr. Pepper and cigarettes because she wanted a smoke, but the ambulance showed up just as they were going to carry her out the door.
She just got evicted last weekend- she was supposed to be out of her house by today. I don't think it will be happening. She's off work until at least Monday, which is bad since she needs money... but on a positive note one of her friends told her she could live with him for $50 a month, so she can save money. This poor kid, she's having a very bad week.
I quit. I'm over school, I'm over administrative assistants who are rude (but think they're funny), I'm over being sleep-deprived, I'm over being behind on everything, I'm over never having clean clothes because I'm behind on the laundry, I'm over my son thinking I'm mean because I never have time to play because all I do is go to class, go to work, or hide in the bedroom and do homework. I'm also over being on the verge of tears all the time.
I'm done. I quit. I could go get a factory job, make twice as much money, and be home more. Then I could afford Christmas presents for my kids and still pay all my bills. I could even afford to buy a car that runs and doesn't look like a rolling junkyard ad.
