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hello my pretties…

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So, yesterday’s to do list?

Almost completely mastered. The only thing I didn’t finish was laundry, and since that’s really Fishdog’s job, any laundry I actually do is a bonus. Fishdog needs to snap to it.

I really don’t have anything interesting to blog about today. Rader hasn’t said anything super out there, Ian’s actually doing his homework right now and I haven’t been called to any school conferences in almost 2 weeks, Ruby is still cute, Pete loves having Ruby around, Ginger is still pissed off about Ruby and Hector could give 2 shits about anyone but Hector. He is Supreme Ruler, after all.

Okay, here’s something:

Am I the only person in the world who hadn’t heard of this super berry named the Acai berry? Apparently it’s all the supplemental rage right now. Even Vitaminwater‘s XXX drink has Acai in it.

I’m also the only person who hadn’t heard of the drink MonaVie which is apparently a vile tasting super antioxidant vitamin drink. Anyone out there tried it? Do you really feel differently? And can someone tell me why I’m the last person on earth to hear about this super product?

go back to school!

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Okay, normally when the kids are on winter break, Fishdog and I are at work during the day. For the last 7 years, the boys were either with a friend, at home with a sitter, or when they got old enough, they were at home by themselves. We would call and check on them and come home a few times a day to make sure the house hadn’t burned down.

All was right in the world.

This year, Fishdog and I are working from home. First of all, we’re trying to adjust to being at home all day together. It’s not been difficult really, because he’s downstairs, I’m upstairs, and we only see each other when we make an effort. Fishdog does seem to have a problem with stopping work. He has always been a bit of a workaholic, but he tended to come home around 7 most nights and if he needed to go back to work, he wouldn’t until after the kids go to bed. Now that his office is in the house, he seems to have lost that ability to leave the office. That might end up being a problem eventually….but that is NOT the point of this post. The kids are.

They have been home for 2 weeks now and we’ve been shut up in the house with them. It was rainy for several days, and now it’s bitterly cold. They won’t go outside! And they are driving us insane!

The funny thing is, I was convinced they went back to school on Monday, so I have been counting down the days. Fishdog said he thought they went back the 3rd, which is tomorrow, but I was convinced it was the 7th.

Thank God I was wrong. They go back tomorrow. They aren’t at all pleased about this fact, but I am jumping for joy. I need my routine back; especially since I have one more (small, I hope) round of revisions to do on Bite Me!

Go back to school, my little ones, so I can tolerate your annoying little asses sweet smiling faces again.

back to me

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Okay, I’m fully recovered. No more headaches. No more snot-filled sneezes. No more sleeping 20 out of 24 hours. I spent 2 hours and Sam’s Club yesterday buying the shit out of some bulk items and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I also took the boys shopping and that lasted about an hour. As Ian said, “Mom, we’re boys. Boys and shopping don’t mix.”

Whatever.

Ian had a $100 gift cert at Hollister and he spent $60. He’s totally right, boys and shopping don’t mix. Sigh. I would’ve spent $150 and assumed Mom would catch my overage. But hey, I’m a girl. That’s what we do.

Ruby has just found her place as Supreme Ruler of the Francis Household. Well, almost. The cats pity her because she believes she is the Supreme Ruler, but they know they are far superior. Poor misguided Pug.

I’m getting to know my MacBook and I like it for the most part. It has a couple of annoying little things to it, like it just stops connecting to the internet whenever it feels like it and I can’t just ‘reconnect’ it, I have to restart it. I’m sure there’s a setting somewhere that we haven’t found yet. But the good news is, the restart time is so much quicker than my PC. I never wanted to turn that damn thing off because it would be a good ten minutes before I could do anything. And that was a huge frustration.

Oh, I bought Fishdog the hardcover (I was 286 out of the 300 sold!) version of Wil Wheaton’s latest book, The Happiest Days of our Lives. I am trying to let Fishdog read it first, but I finally caved and read a story. Now I know my husband is going to totally dig this book. But I’m afraid he’s going to have to conquer Legends of Rock III before he’ll sit down and read it. Sigh. I’m beginning to think getting Rock Band might not be such a great idea…we’re all way too addicted already.

Happy Sunday, y’all. I’m about to grab my 2nd cuppa and pull up Love Sux and write a little. Gotta get the first chapter to editor by 1/15 (along with my acknowledgments, which I’m afraid might be a chapter by itself) Then I think I’m going to start plotting out (I use “plotting” in the loosest way possible)Back to Blue which is going to be a lot of fun.

hullloooooo!

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Do you hear the echo on my blog? When I woke up this morning, I thought Hmmm, I should blog and when a tumbleweed rolled by, I realized it really was starting to look like a ghost town around here.

I’m trying (and obviously failing) to get into a blog routine again. I haven’t felt the mojo lately. I’m sure it’s because I’ve been blowing and going since before Thanksgiving. Moving is stressful enough, but to move during the holidays and while working on your first set of revisions? As my favorite Angry Beaver would say, That’s just NUTS!

Fishdog is in Oxford this week, so dudes, call him tonight if y’all wanna go out for a bevvy. He’d appreciate it. Especially since he came home to discover the heat had gone out. Oh yeah, nothing like trying to get cozy in a 53 degree empty house (well, there is a bed). Brrrr. Just add ‘fix heater’ to our long list of things to do. (Thanks, Dino for putting him up for the night!)

Christmas shopping is done except for the stocking stuffers. I have to mail out 4 gifts today…one of them is my Romance Diva Secret Santa gift. I hope the person I picked loves it! I’m also mailing my CPs their gifts and my niece in North Carolina hers.

We still don’t have a tree. Fishdog has been kinda Grinchy lately. Can you believe he actually suggested we CANCEL CHRISTMAS? hello!!! Are you kidding me? I’ve been living with my mother for 4 months. I deserve Christmas. And so do the boys. So, we’re getting a tree today. I don’t care if it’s a Charlie Brown tree…it’s still a tree. Fishdog says he’s bringing me my decorations from Oxford. I won’t over do the decorating–Christmas is only a week away. But I do want to hang the stockings and a wreath.

Okay, I’m hitting my revisions now. They’re due Friday and maybe a Christmas miracle will happen and I’ll get them finished! 🙂 It’ll be down to the wire, that’s for sure. What’s been going on with y’all? You done shopping? You started shopping? Wrapping? Did you overspend this year or is that just status quo?

oh my achin’ everything!

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I love that I have a new house to paint.

I hate that I have to paint it.

I am aching in places that I didn’t even know had muscles. And I’ve only painted the kitchen!

Due to our current status of “in between houses” this will be the first Thanksgiving in 10 years that I’m not cooking. I’m actually a little sad, because I do fix one helluva turkey, if I do say so myself. And my pecan, apple, and pumpkin pies kick major ass. Major. Ass.

I promise, I might lie to you about other things, but I would never lie to you about my pie baking ability.

Fishdog will be back in the Rock tomorrow night. He’s bringing with him our Directv receivers and a couple of televisions. We might not have furniture in the house, but we aren’t gonna go a day longer than we have to without our TV. Especially since it’s a big college football weekend. Duh.

What’s going on with you guys? Go ahead and report in while I run to grab me another beer and a muscle relaxer.

a late night blog

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Tonight was girls’ night out with my college roommates and my BFF from high school. Yes, that’s right, I said high school.

We were celebrating Jenn’s 40th birthday. This is just after we celebrated PamPam’s 40th. God, my 40th is creeping closer, but thank God we have to go through Nick’s and then Fishdog’s before we get to mine. I’ve got 1 year and 4 months to go and I’m savoring every second.

Now I’m wound up. I’m a little sleepy, but not tired enough to go to bed. So I’m looking for someone to play with. Nobody is online, nobody is awake. It’s just me and my computer.

and my cell phone.

I could text Feisty. She might be awake. Of course, she’s probably doing something naughty. She’s always up to something naughty…

Today was another good writing day. Good as in I wrote quite a few pages…I’m not sure that the pages are high quality. We’ll soon see, I suppose.

Wow. My son is totally talking in his sleep. I can hear him all the way through the house. Awesome. Fishdog does that too, especially when he’s really tired. Or really stressed. Or feeling guilty…

I could keep typing here, but I really have nothing to say. It’s not a drunk blog, because I’ve only had a couple of beers and that was a long ass time ago. (really good beers, though.) Besides, if this was a drunk blog, it would be funnier. It’s really not very funny. I might even delete it.

If I had another couple of beers, I might tell y’all about the sex talks we had tonight. We even discussed my love of Gay Porn and who we’d switch teams for. But I’m outta beer so you’re outta luck.

peace y’all.

[insert title here]

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I am not feeling particularly witty or bloggy today. But I have been a good blogger lately, so I thought I would continue the trend.

Did you know this is NaBloPoMo? Yes, instead of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) they’ve created a National Blog Posting Month. My friends and very witty bloggers, Killer and Liz, are participating. You should go check them out. There’s no telling what today’s topic will be. Usually it’s balls, or farts, or booze–sometimes their blogss hit the tri-fecta and cover all three topics in one post! I’ve been so buried in my cave, I haven’t even been able to read all their posts for the month, yet. But I have them marked unread on my google reader so I can go back and enjoy them when I finish the book.

Speaking of the book and balls–yesterday sucked monkey balls. Blech. I wrote 3 pages. I couldn’t concentrate. I am my own worst enemy when it comes to distraction. I can be sitting in a dark room with nothing but a laptop and before you know it, I’ve been playing with a piece of lint on my shirt for an hour. Seriously, focus is not my friend.

But today is another day.

Fishdog is in town now. Wonder if he’ll stay out of my hair. If the man wanted hair, he could try to regrow his own, you know?

Oh, and to the person in Iowa who googled:

my farts smell disgusting what is wrong with me

Thanks for stopping by, and good luck with finding a cure for that. If you do find one, could you let me know? I live in a house with all boys and sometimes, they asphyxiate me with their heinous anuses. or would that be ani?

duuuuuuudes.

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This has been a great week writing wise. I’ve logged 28 pages since Monday. And I don’t care who you are, that’s totally fucktastic.

Oh yeah. I went there.

It’s 35 degrees this morning, so I’m wrapped in my blanket sitting at my desk looking at the frost on the ground. Fishdog will be here this afternoon, he’s got some Oxford stuff he has to attend to. But it’s just the two of us. The boys are with Nonnie until Sunday.

The end of the manuscript is on the horizon. I think I’m on schedule to have the first draft finished by the weekend so the lovely CPs can hack it up for me. I’m totally looking forward to that. LOL And then after I do some revisions, I’ll get to pop my first deadline cherry.

So, I’ll report in later, meanwhile, y’all tell me what’s been going on in your world? I feel a little lonely, with nobody but my pets to talk to. And I kinda think they’re getting a little bit tired of me working through vampire plot points with them…

mel-o-panic!

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I woke up this morning to a panic attack. My dream sent me into a total state of Oh Shit.

Apparently, in my dream, I was two weeks from my deadline and on page fifty of my book. (which, if I’d taken the time to wake up, I would’ve realized it was a dream because of the page number alone.) But I didn’t take the time to wake up. I had a stroke instead.

So, I got up at 5:30 (when my heart finally returned to its normal pace) made a pot of coffee (must get my heart rate back up with that caffeine injection, you know) and started writing.

I’ve written 5 pages so far. Thank God. I guess my subconscious was telling me that I’ve spent way too much time being the mom-taxi this week and not enough being the writer. Guess that’ll show me.

In other news, Fishdog finally posted a new blog. Pop in and tell him twfkam sent ya.

i guess i should blog today

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I don’t really have anything in particular I feel like talking about, but there’s lots going on around here.

We started off the day with my dipshit darling eldest son taking an extra claritin. Yeah, okay, so the directions clearly state do NOT take more than 1 in a 24 hr period. So at 6:15 this morning, I was on the phone with a very nice Indian man giving him all sorts of information, only to have him tell me after 20 minutes that I should take dispshit Ian to the ER or the doctor. Sigh. I’m glad this wasn’t a “time sensitive” issue.

Well, I decided to call the doctor instead. I had a feeling that 1 extra pill wasn’t that big of a deal. And it’s not. Doc said he’ll probably be a little jittery and hyped up (oh, like that’s different from everyday?) and that he’d probably be a little thirsty. I sent him to school with an extra bottle of water and a pat on the back. I decided to let the teachers deal with him. (my apologies to all my teacher friends.)

That’s right folks, I’m totally kicking this Parent of the Year thing in the ass! I rock like Alice Cooper.

Fishdog will be here this afternoon. I’m glad. I’ve missed him this week. Sometimes I am fine with the week as a single parent and sometimes, not so much. This was a not so much week. And it’s not just I could’ve used his help with the Mom Taxi Service (which I totally could’ve used) it’s that I missed him. I hope we sell the house soon so we can stop this back and forth crap. We need our routine. So, everyone send vibes that we’ll sell soon. Like this week.

Rader has a soccer game tonight. I really enjoy watching him play, he’s got the potential to be a great player, if he’d just learn to run! We’ve been watching him closely and he runs on his heels. It’s almost like he’s trying to baby a foot injury. When he was little (around 6 months) his feet were turned all the way in. He had to wear those funky foot brace things with the bar for about 6 months. Anyway, I’ve decided to take him to the doc next week to see if there’s a potential problem, or if he just needs to be retrained to run on his toes. (or just trained to run period. boy is slower than a sleeping snail.)

Okay, there. I’ve blogged. Before I go, I should give one last shout out to Jenna, the sex kitten. Please, go donate to help save a ta-ta.

Last year’s RWA Conference. Jenna, Mel, Louisa.