I promise.
I started working on it yesterday, but I was so busy at work, that I didn’t have time to finish it.
Can you believe they make me work at work? I mean, the nerve. It’s like they expect me to actually EARN my paycheck.
Humph.
Meanwhile, if you like the Muppets and you’re looking for a fun time waster, go here: Gonzo Game
TTFN
You know things are desperate when I take over Mel’s blog.
Okay, Mel. Enough is enough. You need to come back to blogworld and entertain me.
Mel has been busy finishing up a proposal for Deidre. It’s a fantastically funny, SEXY, romantic suspense thing called Thieves in the Night. It’s awesome. This is the one, I tell you. New York is going to eat it up!
But you’re finished now, Mel. So come back….
You know things are desperate when I take over Mel’s blog.
Okay, Mel. Enough is enough. You need to come back to blogworld and entertain me.
Mel has been busy finishing up a proposal for Deidre. It’s a fantastically funny, SEXY, romantic suspense thing called Thieves in the Night. It’s awesome. This is the one, I tell you. New York is going to eat it up!
But you’re finished now, Mel. So come back….
Of course you did.
I’m back. I don’t wanna be…but I am.
The lake was fantastic. Pictures will follow soon–after I delete the forbidden pics. (No! not naughty pics) The naughty pics stay–it’s the pictures of me in a bathing suit that magically appeared in the digital camera. How did that happen? The family knows those pics are strictly foridden!
I returned today to a HOT house. HOT HOT HOT. Now, I had turned my air up so that it wouldn’t run all day, but the house shouldn’t have been so hot. I turned the air down to see what would happen. At 4:45 my son called me and said that it was 89 degrees in the house.
89 degrees and not a lake or a pontoon boat in sight. sigh.
So, I call my pal Bobby and Oxford Heating and Air. Bobby has rushed to my rescue before and I was hoping he could do the same for me tonight. I know, it’s expecting a lot to ask a man to rush to your rescue moments before quittin’ time…but I asked anyway.
At 5:05 pm, it was 91 degrees in my house. Bobby rang my doorbell and I wanted to hug him.
He found the problem, fixed it, and was out the door by 5:45.
It is now a lovely 72.
All hail Bobby.
I thought questions were going to be answered last night!!!!
Well, maybe one or two were, but in reality, more questions developed after last night’s show than were answered. And now we have to wait.
My heart raced most of the time last night. I loved the finale, even though I do feel like I was misled with the promo of aswering all the questions. Maybe I’m dense (some have thought that of me, shocking, I know) but I missed the epiphany.
So, have the Others recruited Jack, Kate, and Sawyer to join their army? When Walt and Michael are “rescued” does that mean they die?
Are Mr. Eko, John, and Desmond (sigh–another sexy islander) still alive?
I have to say though, last night’s finale left me wondering if my first theory about the island was right…that the Bermuda Triangle is a science experiment gone bad.
What are your thoughts?
I’ll be quiet while I’m at the lake, so you guys talk amongst yourself…I’ll be back by Tuesday!
I thought questions were going to be answered last night!!!!
Well, maybe one or two were, but in reality, more questions developed after last night’s show than were answered. And now we have to wait.
My heart raced most of the time last night. I loved the finale, even though I do feel like I was misled with the promo of aswering all the questions. Maybe I’m dense (some have thought that of me, shocking, I know) but I missed the epiphany.
So, have the Others recruited Jack, Kate, and Sawyer to join their army? When Walt and Michael are “rescued” does that mean they die?
Are Mr. Eko, John, and Desmond (sigh–another sexy islander) still alive?
I have to say though, last night’s finale left me wondering if my first theory about the island was right…that the Bermuda Triangle is a science experiment gone bad.
What are your thoughts?
I’ll be quiet while I’m at the lake, so you guys talk amongst yourself…I’ll be back by Tuesday!
Okay, I have another child related story.
As you all have probably figured out, my children are special. (that’s southern for troublemakers) They are good kids at heart, but they are also boys. And those of you who have boys can feel my pain.
But this post is more about the school system than it is about my kids. Apparently, the youngest got written up on the bus for throwing rocks out of his shoe. This doesn’t surprise me, as the youngest’s life consists of waking, eating, peeing, pooping, farting, throwing things, eating some more and going back to sleep. That is how he spends every 24 hours in every day. So, because he was throwing rocks on the bus, he got suspended.
Fine. I really don’t have a problem with the suspension. When you’re a punk-ass and you get caught, you get the punk-ass punishment. I did tell the Asst. Principal that I hadn’t seen the other write ups (apparently this was #3 or #4) and that I would like to see those copies to verify his suspension.
Youngest rides the bus home yesterday and both he and his brother tell me that the driver said he wasn’t suspended because he had been suspended on his 3rd write up (news to me) and that he wouldn’t get suspsended again until his 5th write up.
Okay. Fine. I tell youngest that if he gets on the bus in the morning and the driver says, “But you’re suspended!” that he should promptly get off the bus and come back inside.
He got to school just fine.
GREAT! I think. He’s not suspended! (I mean, why would the driver let him on the bus if he was really suspended, right?)
Um. Wrong.
I get a call from the ASSt. Principal again. I’m chastised and treated like a 12 year old. “Mrs. Francis. I noted in our call yesterday that I told you that your son was suspended from the bus. Do you not remember that?”
Um. Yeah. I can remember as far back as yesterday.
“Mrs. ASSt. Principal, I do remember that. (I go on to explain what the boys had told me) Plus, if he were suspended, why did she let him on the bus??? I don’t understand.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It’s my point.”
The rest of the conversation is just as hard-headed and irritating. I know what a handful my kid is and I have no issue with him being suspended for his behavior. I do have issue with the incompetence of the school and honestly, am I the only one confused as to how a “suspended” child was allowed on the bus?????
Happy weekend everyone!
Okay, I have another child related story.
As you all have probably figured out, my children are special. (that’s southern for troublemakers) They are good kids at heart, but they are also boys. And those of you who have boys can feel my pain.
But this post is more about the school system than it is about my kids. Apparently, the youngest got written up on the bus for throwing rocks out of his shoe. This doesn’t surprise me, as the youngest’s life consists of waking, eating, peeing, pooping, farting, throwing things, eating some more and going back to sleep. That is how he spends every 24 hours in every day. So, because he was throwing rocks on the bus, he got suspended.
Fine. I really don’t have a problem with the suspension. When you’re a punk-ass and you get caught, you get the punk-ass punishment. I did tell the Asst. Principal that I hadn’t seen the other write ups (apparently this was #3 or #4) and that I would like to see those copies to verify his suspension.
Youngest rides the bus home yesterday and both he and his brother tell me that the driver said he wasn’t suspended because he had been suspended on his 3rd write up (news to me) and that he wouldn’t get suspsended again until his 5th write up.
Okay. Fine. I tell youngest that if he gets on the bus in the morning and the driver says, “But you’re suspended!” that he should promptly get off the bus and come back inside.
He got to school just fine.
GREAT! I think. He’s not suspended! (I mean, why would the driver let him on the bus if he was really suspended, right?)
Um. Wrong.
I get a call from the ASSt. Principal again. I’m chastised and treated like a 12 year old. “Mrs. Francis. I noted in our call yesterday that I told you that your son was suspended from the bus. Do you not remember that?”
Um. Yeah. I can remember as far back as yesterday.
“Mrs. ASSt. Principal, I do remember that. (I go on to explain what the boys had told me) Plus, if he were suspended, why did she let him on the bus??? I don’t understand.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It’s my point.”
The rest of the conversation is just as hard-headed and irritating. I know what a handful my kid is and I have no issue with him being suspended for his behavior. I do have issue with the incompetence of the school and honestly, am I the only one confused as to how a “suspended” child was allowed on the bus?????
Happy weekend everyone!
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 