My  mom's house blew up today.  Literally.  Whoosh.  A gas leak.  She's okay.  My poor step dad had gone back in to rescue the dogs.  He managed to rescue one of the four that were in the house.  He was taken to the ER for smoke inhalation, but is okay physically.  I was having a hard enough time processing my relationship with my mother without ( Read more... )

is going to change.  It's another boy!  He'll be here in August.


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And I am elated.... that is all. :)

Even though I have seen Toy Story 3 at least nine times this week alone, I still cry if I pay too close attention to the part in the incinerator.  I know they survive and I know it's not real, but characters facing death with dignity and bravery gets me every time.  Every. Time. 

Is a scary place to be.  I have a growing sense of dread about Delaware and my life in general. I wish I had something logical to point to for proof or explanation, but all I have is my intuition which screams louder all the time that something bad is going to happen here ( Read more... )

I'm scared to open the file on my books. I worried they are crappier than I remember..... silly, but true....I'm scared of my books.

Tuesady- Out sick from work ( Read more... )

I ended Nanowrimo with over 38,000 words.  I am pleased with my progress, though annoyed with my ability to self-sabotage.  I came into the home stretch and choked.  Actually, I got into an angst ridden mood and squandered time.  Knowing that I am negatively affected by an untidy environment, I still backslid on the housework, chalking it up to ( Read more... )

STimied on my writing. I'm behind. Not so far behind that I can't catch up, but I'm having trouble motivating myself.  Not good.  In other news, the retriever got ahold of one of the beagles again.  She's never been aggressive towards the boy, but it's still scary when she shakes those beagles like that.  Kaz has started building with his blocks; ( Read more... )

I've been working diligently at nanowrimo.  Am I at the suggested wordcount for the day?  Hell, no.  However, the 27,478 words that I have written thus far in the course of the previous 18 days are a hell of a consolation prize.  It also gives me hope that I will be able to make a living as a writer.  A spectacular living?  Likely not.  However, it ( Read more... )