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
today
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Taken from the ALA website
Books I have read are italicized.
Allow me to preface this gripe by saying that I love the woman dearly. That being said, she's a happy forwarder. She loves to forward all these cheesy/cutesy type things.about babies and friends and... well, you get the idea. Because of this annoying yet harmless habit of hers, I have only given her my old hotmail address. I check it once or twice a month. She somehow got ahold of my school email address. Now, this wouldn't be a big deal, except that when she forwards, she forwards to her entire address book. So... everyone she knows now has my school address. I already get emails from someone I don't know that are sent to her email also, so now I"m a little (okay, a lot) pissed about this.
Of course, there is absolutely nothing that I can do about it, because if she ever finds out that I deliberately gave her an address I rarely check- and just as deliberately didn't give her the one I use regularly- the shit would hit the fan.
Shoot me now, please.
We did a cookie booth last weekend. Set up in the grocery store for three hours, sold 112(?) boxes. Had another one this week. Sold a little more than that, but still not all of them. We're going to have to do another booth.
Imagine, if you will, standing for three hours behind a table covered with cookies, while three third-graders dance around the table in between requests for cookies. Last week we were verbally accosted by a woman who spent five minutes telling us of the dangers of trans fats. She also informed us that even though the boxes say 'zero trans fat' that the FDA allows them to contain up to HALF OF A PERCENT of trans fats. And after all that, she didn't even buy any cookies.
I finally have a working laptop again. The screen got broken months and months ago. I finally ordered a used screen from ebay. It arrived Tuesday. Tuesday night I -all by myself- replaced the screen on the laptop. I am very proud of me. It even still works. :P
And my cold is doing much better at the moment.
I really need to get some sleep. I had several funny George and Ethel stories, but I've forgotten them all. Oh, except that George cut his hair yesterday at school. He then blamed it on his teacher. Needless to say, I emailed her and asked her to take his scissors away.
Oh, and he says that he has three girlfriends. The boy's a player already and he's only five.
Ethel has been her usual grouchy self lately. And just when I'm ready to tape her to a wall, she does or says something absolutely adorable and sweet.
Yeah, this is a pathetic post, but it's all I got for you.
I totally want to go to one of these now.
I have a cold. I sound like a frog. I feel like there's an elephant sitting on my chest. When I sneeze I sound like a seal. I have a whole freaking zoo going on here.
In other news...
There isn't any. I'm in my last semester of my undergrad- yes, I get to gradjitate in May. I'm working on my application for library school- which means that I'm all done but the essay writing part. Gah.
I quit taking my happy pills. I was explaining to my mother the other day that I was almost at the point of killing myself when I finally started taking them, and her response? "Oh, you couldn't do that, you'd go to hell." Why does nobody believe me that I was as desperate as I was? I just don't get it. My husband's response when I say I'm depressed? "Well, stop it." I feel like I'm speaking another language or something. I'm trying to decide whether to start taking the damned things again, because I don't want to get to that point ever again, but I'm sick and tired of my husband blaming the pills every time something goes wrong.
Argh.
Um... I can't think of anything amusing right now. I feel like shit and I'm sitting here at work doing nothing because there's nobody who needs help.
