Hump day - not nearly as dirty as it sounds unfortunately
For some reason the Federal Government thinks my mom lives at my house. They sent her jury duty papers to my address. If the Federal Government knew me and my mother, they'd have realized they'd be more likely to be serving an arrest warrant for murder to one or the other of us if we both lived at my address. She really doesn't like me very much.
Well, that may or may not be true. My mom is only nice to her children behind their back. According to my mom when she's talking to me, my sister Cindy can do no wrong and deserves all that is perfect and light to happen to her. When she's talking to my sister Cindy, she's a slob and a drunk and needs to clean her house as well as my sister Sue keeps her house. Sue is so far up my mom's butt she has to duck when mom clears her throat. Still, we all love Sue because she's awesome and is only trying to keep the peace. Have you seen the shirt that says "What would Sue do?" on it? That is literally -and I'm not kidding or exaggerating- about my sister Sue. A marketing class at IU had an assignment to go to a local business to find out what the business did and how they kept their customers happy. A group of the students followed my sister around for a day then did this whole huge presentation about customer service and sent it to her bank's corporate office. Now she's on a tee shirt at Noisebot. Still, mom isn't even nice to Sue to her face. Sue needs to kick her adult children out of the house and make her husband stop drinking according to mom.
Ask Cindy or Sue what mom says about me? She's always saying how hard I work and how while she wishes I wouldn't use dirty words, my book is really good. I said I wanted to work on a cruise ship, she said I couldn't because "those people work hard." My mother has taken tough love and gone pro with it.
Don't even get me started about my brother, Tom. Okay, do. He's the golden child and we all love him dearly. He's on vacation in Florida right now at a place run by MidAmerica Pancreatic Disease Foundation. His tumor has gotten smaller and I'm hoping and praying with everything I have that it goes away and doesn't come back ever. He's a good brother and I'd like to keep him. I can't talk about him at work.
I did some writing last night. It wasn't as much as I wanted to do and not on the project that I should be working on, but I'm getting back into the swing. No, I haven't read the outlining book yet. Jill Shalvis has a new series out and I'm still slogging through a Harlequin Blaze that's been sitting on my nightstand for far too long. I know if I hadn't put in a The Closer DVD and put on music I would have gotten more done, but I needed some Brenda Lee. Momma said there'd be days like that.*
It's almost lunchtime and I'm alternating between a sentence here and work so I'm going to go make sure I can loosely account for my time. I may be back later, but if not catch you all tomorrow.
*No she didn't, but it's a song. Deal.
Well, that may or may not be true. My mom is only nice to her children behind their back. According to my mom when she's talking to me, my sister Cindy can do no wrong and deserves all that is perfect and light to happen to her. When she's talking to my sister Cindy, she's a slob and a drunk and needs to clean her house as well as my sister Sue keeps her house. Sue is so far up my mom's butt she has to duck when mom clears her throat. Still, we all love Sue because she's awesome and is only trying to keep the peace. Have you seen the shirt that says "What would Sue do?" on it? That is literally -and I'm not kidding or exaggerating- about my sister Sue. A marketing class at IU had an assignment to go to a local business to find out what the business did and how they kept their customers happy. A group of the students followed my sister around for a day then did this whole huge presentation about customer service and sent it to her bank's corporate office. Now she's on a tee shirt at Noisebot. Still, mom isn't even nice to Sue to her face. Sue needs to kick her adult children out of the house and make her husband stop drinking according to mom.
Ask Cindy or Sue what mom says about me? She's always saying how hard I work and how while she wishes I wouldn't use dirty words, my book is really good. I said I wanted to work on a cruise ship, she said I couldn't because "those people work hard." My mother has taken tough love and gone pro with it.
Don't even get me started about my brother, Tom. Okay, do. He's the golden child and we all love him dearly. He's on vacation in Florida right now at a place run by MidAmerica Pancreatic Disease Foundation. His tumor has gotten smaller and I'm hoping and praying with everything I have that it goes away and doesn't come back ever. He's a good brother and I'd like to keep him. I can't talk about him at work.
I did some writing last night. It wasn't as much as I wanted to do and not on the project that I should be working on, but I'm getting back into the swing. No, I haven't read the outlining book yet. Jill Shalvis has a new series out and I'm still slogging through a Harlequin Blaze that's been sitting on my nightstand for far too long. I know if I hadn't put in a The Closer DVD and put on music I would have gotten more done, but I needed some Brenda Lee. Momma said there'd be days like that.*
It's almost lunchtime and I'm alternating between a sentence here and work so I'm going to go make sure I can loosely account for my time. I may be back later, but if not catch you all tomorrow.
*No she didn't, but it's a song. Deal.