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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.
And it's pretty, and white, and it has four doors and cloth seats and an automatic transmission... in short everything I wanted in a car. 96 Dodge Intrepid. It makes me happy. (I'm easily amused these days.) I admit to a certain sadness at the loss of my beloved 92 Nissan Sentra, but it was time for it to retire to car heaven. (AKA my dad's back field.) I'm not ready to let go of it just yet- I love that car. The muffler wasn't attached all the way anymore, so the car made my butt tingle. It was also so loud that it managed to drown out the kids' rambling monologues. (Yesterday I was treated to a twenty minute lecture on volcano structure, formation, and general meanness by Ethel. I missed the muffler.) It also had a very... interesting... paint job, since Oshu spray painted it black and silver. It looked best from a distance. A good-sized one. It also had several rusted spots. The new one doesn't even have any dents of scratches (except for a little one under the lock on the outside of the door). Overall,despite missing the NIssan, I am very happy with my pretty car. George even made me buy a steering wheel cover that was purple and had dragonflies all over it. (I swear, he nade me do it.)
George and Ethel are happy because they have their own doors instead of having to climb out from behind my seat. This has proved to be a mixed blessing, as George climbed out of the car at Wal-mart and I thought he was going to wander into traffic before I managed to get myself extracted from the seatbelt and out of the car. Turned out he was sensible and stood there. Ethel, on the other hand, came running around the car and into the road. Sigh... she has a genius IQ and no common sense at all.
As proof, I submit exhibit A: Ethel comes into the livingroom where I am happily reading Tara Jenzen's book Crazy Hot. "Mom, I did a bad thing. I listened to George and it was a bad idea." This is not a good sign. If she recognizes that it's bad... it must be really bad. "I did a thing from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. George gave me an idea on where to put my gum, and now it's stuck." Her hand is holding... the back of her ear. Bet you can guess where this goes, huh. So I spent fifteen minutes working a large glob of peanut butter into her hair (Which worked wonders, by the way) and then I had to wash her hair with a lot of shampoo to get the peanut butter out. The whole time, of course, she was bent over the sink yelping and whining about how long it was taking. I finally rubbed peanut butter all over her nose in an attempt to shut her up. Eventually, of course, we got the gum and the peanut butter out of her hair.
When I came upstairs at 10:45, she was in her bed reading. I sent her to bed at 9:20. If she's hard to get out of bed for school tomorrow, she is toast. I'll take her night light away. (Hate to do that, being afraid of the dark myself, but sometimes a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.)
All right, Oshu still isn't home yet. It's midnight. I'm going to curl up in bed with Crazy Cool (next in the series)- and if he gets home soon I might even follow through on my promise to take advantage of him tonight.
Eve got me.
Current clothing: purple v-neck shirt, jeans, furry black socks
Current hair: Brown, layered shoulder-length pulled back into a ponytail, liberally sprinkled with white
Current mood: I have books to read. Lots of them. Woo hoo!
Current refreshment: Girl Scout Thin Mints
Current annoyance: Children. Two of them.
Current avoidance: Homework that's due tomorrow
Current smell: black cherry candle
Current thing you ought to be doing: my sister's taxes (since she just got here)
Current thing or things on your wall: lots of pictures off coffee and tea cups
Current IM/person you are talking to: My sister and my daughter
Current jewelry: wedding ring, watch, heart necklace from my mom, six earrings, a belly button ring and one other which shall remain unnamed
Current book: Mistress by Amanda Quick
Current worry: urgh.
Current love: chocolate. okay, and my family, I guess
Current longing: chocolate
Current disappointment: uh...
Current lyric in your head: "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas" (don't ask me why)
Current music: The alternative channel on cable
Current Favorite book: All of them. Duh.
Current undergarments: Not going there today.
Current desktop picture: Tyson Tomco (sp?) humping a lemon. (Don't ask.)
Current plans for tonight/weekend: Sleep. Homework. Not in that order.
So what are you currently doing? My sister's taxes now, I guess.
If anyone wants to do this one, feel free. I'm too lazy to tag anyone.
For TheMissingScrew from AmericanGirl's Motime Valentine Exchange 2006.
One day last week, the kids were drawing on balloons with markers. (Hey, they were quiet- I'll take what I can get!) After she finished drawing, Ethel came in to the kitchen and proceeded to tell me what all of the colorful smudges on her balloon represented. Admittedly, I'd sort of tuned her out after several minutes, but then the half-an-ear that was listening heard, "And this is Dad naked so you guys can have sex."
Full stop.
Blink. Blink again.
Uh... Ethel? What do you know about sex? You're seven.
It led to a very long conversation about how sex isn't a bad thing, its a good thing, but only for adults. Adults who care about each other very much.
Thank God she didn't ask for specifics. I don't think I'm ready to have that conversation yet.
As if that wasn't traumatizing enough- last Saturday George came downstairs wearing his sister's bright pink sequined tube top and skirt. Dress up clothes, of course- I don't actually allow her to walk around in public wearing them. Anyway, so he comes down in this unbelievably glittery costume and casually announces, "I want to be a girl. I don't want to be a boy anymore."
Disclaimer- I had a nasty cold (which has since progressed to a full-on sinus infection and maybe bronchitis)- so I was doped on nyquil at the time. Admittedly, though, I'm not sure I'd have responded any better in full possession of my faculties.
I tried to reason with him, telling him I liked him as a boy. No dice. He wants to be a girl. I tried pointing out that we would have to throw away all of his trucks and cars and buy him dolls. He didn't care. I was walking a thin line, trying to say the right thing to convince him that he didn't want to be a girl- all without saying anything negative about girls, since Ethel was right there, and I didn't want to send the message that girls were less than boys. I'm pretty sure she put him up to it, since she kept saying things like, "And then he could sleep in my room!"
Eventually, after about fifteen minutes of attempting to reason with him, I gave in and said the thing that no good mommy should ever say to her son.
"George, if you want to be a girl, we have to take you to the doctor and have your peepee cut off."
His eyes got huge. He just sort of stared at me for a moment with his mouth open, and then he swallowed hard and said, "I don't want to be a girl anymore." He stripped off the pink stuff right there in the kitchen and I haven't heard a word about it since.
As soon as he went back upstairs, I called Oshu at work and told him the whole story. He laughed- until I told him what I said- and then he asked what we were going to do if the kid decided to cut it off himself. I figure if that happens, we have more problems than I thought.
So it isn't going quite as planned. My gym closed. With no warning. I went in one day last week and found out they were closed as of Friday. They didn't even send anything out by mail. They were bought out by one of the big chains (evil corporate bastards) and my membership was 'transferred' to the new gym. Well, they don't have a pool, which is the whole damn reason I joined my gym in the first place. So I'm going to demand to be let out of my contract (since it specifically mentions the pool as one of the amenities offered I'm pretty sure I have some wiggle room there) and try to find a different gym to join. (To add insult to injury, the new gym won't honor my contract in full- it states that after the first year my rate will be $15 a month forever after (also a big selling point) but the new place says that I wil have to sign a new contract with them when the old one 'expires' in August. Just by watching what I'm eating I've managed to get down to 160, though. Must work harder. Park further from school. Visit Walmart and do laps at three am. (Hey, it's fun.) Wonder how many calories I can burn by crocheting? Since I finished Cayden's baby afghan I started one for Oshu- orange, lime green, and black. No pattern, just rows of different stitches. There's even a row of granny squares sewn in. (And before anyone asks, I didn't pick the colors or lack of pattern- he did. He said to make it totally random and weird. So I am. Maybe I'll post a picture of it if I ever find the camera.
Four jobs I've had:
Library Reserve Specialist
Waitress
Tax Preparer
Stay-at-home Mommy
Four movies I'd watch over and over:
Fast and the Furious
Pretty Woman
Grease
Any of the Die Hards
Four places I've lived:
This apartment
My grandparent's house in Florida
My Dad's house
A house in a town 30 minutes away
Four TV shows I love:
Lost
Scrubs
Stargate: SG1
Charmed
Four places I've vacationed:
South Dakota (Mount Rushmore)
Florida
Kentucky
My own bedroom
Four favorite dishes:
Fettuccine Alfredo
Rare Steak with a baked potato
Spumoni ice cream
Anything chocolate
Four sites I visit daily:
Motime
Jill Shalvis's blog
Miss Snark
Running With Quills
Four places I'd rather be right now:
Someplace nice and warm (we're expecting hail and snow tomorrow)
Asleep
Graduated and working as a librarian
In a chocolate factory where none of the chocolate makes me gain any weight, no matter how much I eat
Four bloggers I'm tagging:
MizLiciouss
Kandy
Eve
Jill
Have fun!
