Yes, it was a very good weekend. We had company Friday and Saturday night and I also wrote a buttload.
I finished the rough draft of my synopsis and 23 pages of my new proposal. I’m not sharing anything yet, except that it is another YA Paranormal. And it’s fun.
Now I’m watching Blade Trinity with the boys (can you believe I haven’t seen this movie?) and we’re having a lot of fun with Ryan Reynold’s character. He cracks me up.
See y’all bright and early tomorrow morning.
Kisses.
And not an NBC show in the line up. Go figure. This post contains spoilers. If you haven’t watched the shows yet, proceed with caution…
Survivor
I still love that show. It’s a great lesson in behavior–and sometimes it can surprise you.
If you don’t watch Survivor, this probably won’t make much sense to you. You may skip to the next section. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
Last night surprised me. Cirie made a powerplay. Who’d a thunk it? Little ol’ Cirie actively played the game. Now don’t get me wrong, I like Cirie. It’s just that in her original season, she hung behind and played a quiet game. She didn’t make power plays until the end. Up until yesterday, Cirie was the swing vote, which was a very powerful spot. But, she initiated the plan to get rid of Yau Man. It was a smart plan, I think. Yau is the strongest player in the fact that EVERYONE loves him. If he’s in the final two, he’s the winner. Period. And he’s one of the smartest players I’ve ever watched. But, this season, he made a crucial mistake; and that was aligning with Jonathon-the-tool. It doesn’t matter how much sense Jonathon makes, he’s a big dick about it and it rubs people the wrong way. He shot himself in the foot at tribal council last night. If he would’ve kept his big trap shut, they would’ve voted out Parvati. But he didn’t…and it convinced the “split voters” to side with Cirie. what a tool. He’s blaming Cirie, but he needs to take a big look in the mirror.
Lost
Awesome show last night. I’ve really enjoyed this season with the flashes forward. I had a feeling that Kate’s baby was Aaron. I am still all about the passion between Kate and Sawyer. They are both so vulnerable and so hell-bent to keep a wall up.
And what was up with Jack’s testimony? That has just opened up so many more questions.
And Ben’s story keeps getting better and better.
Is anyone else wondering where Michael and Walt are? Hello!! That plot line really needs to be tied up.
Lipstick Jungle
I’m losing interest. I really liked the Nico and boy-toy story line until last night. I hate where they are taking it. And frankly, I didn’t believe for a second she would’ve called the photographer. She knew exactly what would happen to Kirby when she made that call. I just didn’t buy her character would do that–even in such a panicked state.
I’m over Andrew McCarthy. He’s dreamy at times, and at others, I just want Victory to nut him. Their story line was a good one yesterday, though. I like how she really resents him using his money to be perfect…which makes him very much less than perfect.
Surprisingly, my fave storyline last night was the Brooke Shields character. For the first time since this show started, I found her to be believable and 3 dimensional. I may keep watching to see how they grow her character. They better fix the “Nic and boy-toy” story line soon though.
Make Me a Super Model
Since I can’t stand Tyra Banks, I can’t watch America’s Top Model. This is a fun substitute. I’m afraid my little Nashville hunk is gone after tonight though. Poor Ben. He’s so hot, but he’s just NOT quite there. He needs a little training. Frankly, I hope Jackie gets the boot. She’s beautiful, but something about her bugs me. Not sure what it is though. Perry is sexy and cocky and I’ll be surprised if he goes. They put him in the bottom three to show him a little humility.
Okay, that’s my wrap up. I Tivo’d Eli Stone which I’ll watch sometime today while I’m cleaning. What are y’all watching that you just won’t miss?
In writing news: I finished a rough draft of a synopsis for my new proposal yesterday. I’m pretty excited about that.
In fam news: Ian went to watch his girlfriend play basketball last night. Aww. So cute. 🙂
Peace y’all. Have a great weekend.
Okay, here is 2008’s Banished Word List. There are some good ones there, some I disagree with, and some that don’t bother me at all. I absolutely agree with the Wordsmith thing. Seriously, if you call yourself a Wordsmith, you come across as a tool. Just letting you know.
But I’m going to add a few words to the list myself.
Any words or phrases you would like to see banished?
I did a little free-writing while subbing at my kid’s school. This may not be pretty…
Adventures in substitute teaching…
Wow. This is going to be the longest day ever. I have glanced up at the clock numerous times and it never seems to move! 8:45. 8:47. 8:49. WTF! I keep thinking surely it’s 9:15 by now, so I glance again: 8:57.
Sigh.
Longest. Day. Ever
Kids are funny. Mostly they try to see what they can get away with without pushing me too far. At least that’s how 6th grade has been. 7th is next. Things may be different with them.
8:59.
Fuck me.
This class isn’t over until 9:30.
9:01
The teacher next door is killing me. The kids don’t like her (okay, neither do I) and now after having spent the last hour in the room next to her, I totally get it. She has no rapport with the kids. She doesn’t respect them and they don’t respect her. And she yells all the damn time. And then she counts. Then she yell counts. Then she yells some more…Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Seriously, have they been that bad?
9:05
This day is draggin’ like RuPaul.
I remember 6th grade. Wish I could forget it sometimes. It was the year my smart mouth fully developed. And the year I discovered boys. (They had not discovered me yet.) I had a pair of green “painter’s pants” overalls that I wore all the time. Back then, we all carried combs in our back pocket and I had one that said “No Tailgating.” Even back then I was funny.
My friends called me “French Fry” because that was all I ate. Ever. By the end of the year, my real nickname emerged. And I still go by it today.
9:10
Unbelievable. 5 whole fucking minutes.
It was weird getting up this morning and going to “work”–something I haven’t done since August. Thank God I got out. Some things never change.
9:14
Seriously. Still. Not. 9:30.
Lots of the 6th graders read. A couple of the girls are reading Manga books. Some of the guys have war books. Hmmm.
9:26
Good God.
9:41
7th grade. Lots of personality–fun kids. They enjoy rule-breaking and pushing limits. And they seem to clown a lot more than 6th grade. But they’re not bad.
Acne has hit with a vengeance. Boy, I don’t miss that.
They are watching me write in my notebook and they think I’m writing about them. Heh. As long as they don’t act like asshats, I don’t care what they do. I won’t be reporting anyone.
This class is over at 10:15. Shouldn’t be too bad.
9:47
Or not.
Didn’t take long for the bathroom requests to start. I asked them if walnut sized bladder was contagious.
I have to chuckle at their ingenuity. They stack their books up on their desks to hide what they’re doing. Like using a calculator or writing notes.
10:08
Holy Ferret I have to pee! Like mad damn. If I don’t go soon, MY walnut sized bladder will burst.
10:15-11:00
Kids are at PE. Ahhhh. The sound of silence. I miss my computer but I have my trusty BlackJack. I email my beach bunnies because I need sympathy and love. Plus I’m an internet addict and must get my fix.
11:00-11:15
Kids pray before recess? Really? Dear Lord, please let me kick ass at tag or never get found when I play hide-n-seek.
Lunch after recess. Must endure discussion with Counting-Yeller about the shortcomings of my kid. Shut your fucking cake-hole. I’m trying to eat my shredded iceberg lettuce in peace.
12:15-1:00
Kids are at Spanish so I do more emailing from my BlackJack and more wishing day was over.
1:12
The kids don’t want to do Science (duh) they just want study hall. Just do your damn Science and pretend it’s study hall. WHY do you want homework? I’ll never understand 7th grade reasoning.
1:14
Just covertly checked my email and Kristen dared me to yell ‘mother-ferret!’ at one of the kids. Tempting. But no. However, I laughed outloud at the request and they all stared at me with a funny look. Very tempted to ferret curse them now, but decided against it.
1:17
I am having fun watching one of my fave kids nonchalantly pass a note to her boyfriend. She stretches and does a quick glance over her shoulder at me to see if I’m watching. Must not make eye contact! She’s just stretching, you know. LOL Then she slides the note across her desk with another nonchalant glance.
My fave poster in the room. Listen and Silent are spelled with the same letters.
Wow. Totally profound.
The end of the day was loud and fun. 8th graders are a goofy bunch but they kept me busy. No time for freewriting.
After my long day’s journey back to Jr. High. I came home and dove into a pint of ice cream and ate away the pain.
All better now. (well, it will be when I open the wine…)
Mine was all good. Saturday, Fishdog and I took the boys to the local microbrewery, Vino’s for pizza (and of course, beer us “adults.”) Then we headed over to the school to watch the 7th and 8th grade girls play basketball. That was a lot of fun.
What was even more fun was watching my son crush hard on this girl. He really likes her. They’re “dating” now. Not that you can really date in 8th grade, but what else can you call it? Anyway, when he looks at her or talks about her, his ears turn red.
Cutest. Thing. Ever.
Saturday night, Fishdog and I took Rader to see the Spiderwick Chronicles. I haven’t read the books, but the movie was very cute. I’m betting the books are loads better. I hated the cheesy way they filmed the ending of the movie. I’m sure that in the books it was less melodramatic and super cheesy. It almost ruined a perfectly lovely film for me. Rader enjoyed it.
We would’ve gone to see Jumper, but Ian and his girlfriend went and I didn’t want them to feel like I was watching over them. (though I totally wanted to spy)
Today is a holiday, so the kids are out of school. I’m going to get them out of the house at some point. But until then, I’ve got to get back to work on my new proposal.
Check you later, bitches.
I woke up at 5:55 this morning. Would somebody please tell my body it’s the weekend and I don’t have to take the kids to school? Ruby and I slept downstairs last night because my room looks like it was the victim of a tornado. I’ve cleaned out all my drawers and am purging through the copious amounts of t-shirts we have. I mean really, who needs a chest and a dresser full of t-shirts?
Ruby is doing better, thanks for asking. Best $10 I ever spent. She’s had 3 phantom yelping episodes since Thursday, but that’s better than the every five minute episodes.
At 6:12 this morning, both boys got out of bed. Would somebody please tell them it’s the weekend and to go the fark back to bed?
Mark was supposed to come home yesterday from Oxford, but he got caught up in work, so he’s heading home this morning. He says he’s gonna leave before 8. Anyone wanna take bets on what time he actually leaves?
Well, I guess since I’m up, I may as well make the most of it and finish my room. I hate cleaning, but the house is a pit so I should get to it.
Have a happy Saturday!
Ruby and I are headed to the vet…so in honor of our trip, I give you my favorite Madonna video.
Appropriate, no?
I am not talking about anal retentiveness. I wish I was…
I am not talking in pornographic terms. I know, y’all are disappointed.
I am talking about my sweet little Ruby and her anal glands.
Good lord. She’s in pain. I knew she wasn’t quite right yesterday: she was overly needy and lethargic. She’s a little vacuum cleaner so I figured she’d just eaten something that didn’t agree with her, like a rock or a hot wheel.
But no. She waited until after all the vets were closed to start these other weird ass symptoms.
Like phantom yelping. She would be sound asleep and then suddenly, without any prompting from me, jump up and start this awful yelping and turning in circles.
This went on every 10 minutes for the next 5 hours.
I started researching. Who needs vet school when we have the internets?
Sure enough, it looks like chicky-poo has some blocked anal glands. I found instructions on how to express those glands and trust me, after 5 hours of painful phantom yelping, you’d try to do this yourself as well.
It was a total failure. So I took her to bed, where she spent the next hour yelping in my ear. She wouldn’t sleep down by my feet like she usually does. No, she had to be near my face. After an hour and massive hearing loss, Ruby spent the night in her cage. I closed my door, and slept like a baby.
We’re off to the vet this morning. Hopefully she’ll get her glands cleaned out and I’ll get my life back without my shadow.
This year’s Valentine’s Day Savage Chickens
My blog traffic has been crazy these past few days, thanks to last year’s Valentine’s Day post from Savage Chickens so I thought I’d make this an annual deal. And hey, all you Mel-O-Drama virgins, stick around. Sometimes I’m not boring.
For all you folks who celebrate Vday…hope it’s a lovely day.
Hey Fishdog: 897
One more thing I did tonight to make me feel good was watch Sixteen Candles.
This is one of my all time favorite scenes. EVER.
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 