Time to Edit the Book

Soo....I've decided that I will pay an outrageous amount of money (especially considering that I'm likely to be unemployed soon) to go to a writer's conference and shop my book. In order to do that I have to edit it. It's kind of like the writers equivalent of giving birth and then having to change diapers. Or in this case, really poopy diapers, that have leaked, all over the living room couch. Still I must gird my loins (heh, that phrase always makes me think of something dirty) and get on with the business of getting on with the business of writing.

And, you know, blogging too. Sort of.

Possibly I'm the Worst Blogger in the World

Or maybe not, I don't known. For some reason I've just been having terrible ear wax build up lately. Dunno what that's about. Anyway, it's time for my annual promise to write more often.

You do know I'm a liar, right?

FreeRice

I'm a good citizen. And rilly, rilly smart, too.

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I'm a good citizen.

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I Have SOMETHING To Say, I Just Know It!

Sooooo, Auntie Three is mad at me because I didn't show up to a family thing, after telling her that I was coming and bringing 4 people with me. I had a good reason for not going, but I don't remember what it is right now. And honestly, I'm so over that whole hen party I can't tell you how much I don't care. She can have all the Christmases, and I will just take the kids and get Chinese.

What else? O hai, I moved in with the boyfriend. And his dad. Which is...weird, just weird. But we'll see how it goes. He's been incredibly grumpy since I moved in, but I can't determine if this is 'you're all up in my face, bitch' grumpy or just his usual 'why should I bother to be civil, we both know you aren't going anywhere' grumpy. And really, would it make a difference if I did know? Probably not.

I got turned down for astronaut training again. I guess it's time to update my resume and write a new essay. If I win the lottery, I am on a Russian spaceship so fast it will make your propellers spin.

Blechh, this is boring. I guess I didn't have anything to say after all.

Sorry about the wasting of your time. Send me an invoice if you like.

As If My Imagination Isn't Enough...

Auntie One, who I love dearly but sometimes really wonder about sent me this:

http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/01/15/entrapment.pools/index.html

to my work email address. Because I really needed to know that my children are at risk of being eviscerated by random swimming pools. Like right away. Couldn't wait until I got home to find that one out. Nope.

Oh, and the first offspring tells me casually that Auntie Three is gossiping about me unkindly behind my back. Like I didn't already know this, or needed it to be confirmed.

This is really my life. It kinda sucks.

No wonder I have the urge to play dress up and be referred to as milady. I mean, wouldn't you?

Pills for Everyone!

Forgot to mention that I have gotten the kids on ADD medication. Don't judge me, they both really need this medication. The first offspring is actually doing well in school, for him. He's failing all of his classes, but at least he's managing to stay in them and not get kicked out for outrageously disruptive behavior. I hate homework. It's God's punishment for not being born knowing everything, but thinking you do when you are young.

What else. Oh, yes! I haven't had any sex for the last six weeks. I think I should be annoyed about this, but actually I'm not sure I want to have sex with the boyfriend right now. I'm still really freakin' pissed at him, and my medication has dialed down my usually racing libido. It's an interesting phenomenon, really because I remember how I used to feel. I just don't feel that way anymore.