The random thoughts that flutter through my mind...
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My birthday: April 17
My anniversary: April 25
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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.
My kids have been singing that at me for days. I'm gonna shoot Oshu. Actually, no I'm not, cause he did get me the down-filled comforter I wanted. I finished the quilt/duvet cover, and it's on my bed now, being all beautiful.
He has to work tomorrow night, so the kids and I will be celebrating New Year's at home. Maybe I'll actually write a nice long post about all the things that happened over Christmas. No time now, George is in the bathroom 'brushing his teeth' for the third time in fifteen minutes. Suspicious.
The bank account is scraping the bottom, but the window seat (where I keep the stash of 'Santa presents') is full. Under the tree is pretty close to full already... dunno where we're going to fit all of the stuff from Santa. Stocking stuffers are bought, wrapped and ready to stuff (along with the candy, which I bought today while Ethel was with me and she didn't even notice). Sugar cookie dough is in the fridge, the kids and I will make cookies tomorrow. The kitchen is (mostly) cleaned. Their rooms are (mostly) cleaned. The kids and I have until the first Monday in January off. We're going to paint the wooden blocks George is getting for Christmas (already have the paint and sealer). I'd like to finish the quilt I started several years ago- I think I'm going to make a duvet cover out of it for the new down-filled duvet I begged Oshu for for Christmas. (There's a suspiciously large, squishy-looking package with my name on it under the tree... I'm hoping really hard that's what it is.) If it isn't, I'll go buy myself one after Christmas. Right now, though, I'm going to spend an hour cleaning some of the junk out of our bedroom. Can't very well put a pretty new quilt on the bed in such a messy room, right?
Oh, and are you aware that nobody- and I mean nobody- sells men's tennis shoes in red? I've been to Walmart, Target, Kmart, Sears, JCPenneys, every shoe store and sporting goods store in two malls, and I can't find anything. Oshu wanted red tennis shoes for Christmas. I have failed. I considered buying white shoes, spray-painting them red, and telling him it was the best I could do.
Okay, I confess, it was our team who held the stress ball hostage. Still waiting to see who hid our coffee pot. Found out that my unlogged troll from a couple weeks ago was (according to gossip) a stupid bitch girl from school. They call her the Hammer. (She's also referred to as the 'No Fun Nazi'.) That so totally blows. I finally manage to annoy someone enough to troll me and it turns out to be someone I know IRL. Now I'm pissed.
No, not really, she isn't worth wasting emotion on. When I look at her I see myself the way I used to be- obsessed with being the best, getting the best grades, not trusting myself to make any decisions, the list goes on. I've moved past that, hopefully someday she will too.
It is disappointing, though. I was all happy, and finding out that it was her ruined it.
I'm in the middle of the big nasty team project that's currently dominating my life. Amazingly enough, I'm having a blast. The teams are all playing pranks on each other- one team had a squishy stress ball with a face on it. It got kidnapped and held for ransom- the ransom payment was snacks, delivered to one of the instructor's offices.
And then there was the coffee-pot-napping. We got back from lunch today to discover that our coffee pot had vanished and there was a note directing us to an office downstairs. On the door there was aonther note, leading us to a locker upstairs. That note sent us to a conference room, where our beloved coffee pot was sitting on the floor (still with half a pot of coffee in it).
Everyone is locking their stuff up now- makes it more difficult.
Other stuff has happened, but I don't remember what. Stuff to do. More later.
Oh, and check out the Most Beautiful Baby on MoTime! COngratulations, AmericanGirl and Ryan!
