Now to see if Zoundry Raven works like I want it to….

trying yet another blogging client…

 

I’ve got a blog!

So I just hopped online to see a friend’s blog and had a sudden “duh” moment: I’ve got a blog, too!

And so I’m doing something about it.

Update on my life:

I now live in Idaho. Ever notice how people from Idaho drive slower than a drunk dead dinosaur? I always thought they just didn’t get out of the state much and, when they did, they forgot how to drive. Yeah, well I was wrong. Idahoans can’t drive in Idaho, either. It’s completely maddening.

My babies are getting bigger! I had to change the “info about me” part to update their ages. So weird–I feel so old!!!

I’m writing a book for NaNoWriMo. I would make that a link to their website or throw one of their buttons on here, but I’d have to look up and figure out how to do that and I just finished convincing myself that I had time to blog regularly because blogging takes up almost no time. All in all, it’s actually a ghost story–kind of a suspense/horror type something, but without the gore and the annoying “boo!” thing too many suspense/horror stories rely on. I can just hear you thinking, “isn’t that what defines that genre?” Maybe, but I think I can write something far scarier than blood and boo without relying on them as a crutch for bad writing/characters/plot development. It might end up just sucking beyond all reason, but at least I’ll get my 50,000 words in!

That’s probably all there is right now. Aren’t I just fascinating? Well, I hope to bore you more later this week or maybe next week. (Or, judging from the date of my last entry, next November…)

And THREE THOUSAND CHEERS FOR OBAMA!!! I can still scarcely believe he actually made it! And I can still scarcely believe that he’s real. Wow, wow, and wow.

 

Life Is Now Officially Unfair

I am always leaving one of my three addictions in my pockets and then washing them. (Makes perfect sense, though, doesn’t it? I can’t live without these items in the pockets of any of my pants–even if I’m not actually wearing that particular pair. They’re addictions, I tell you–although I have no intention of breaking any habits.)

That said, I’m never overly surprised, although usually ticked off as all snot, to find chapstick, kleenex, or gum remnants in my dryer. Usually I’m pretty lucky, though, most of the time. The lids have stayed on the chapsticks all time but one (when I had a full batch of mediums that smelled like watermelon LipSmackers for a few washes and never quite lost that pinkish grease spot). And, although the kleenex disintegrating all over everything, most of it ends up in the lint thingie and the rest shakes out okay, And the GUM would really suck, but I rarely have a piece of actual GUM in my pockets. The wrappers, though…

So, tonight, I’m getting Damon in his super-cute glow-in-the-dark footsie dino-jammies (seriously, someone ought to start a charity to make sure that every boy born in this country leaves the hospital with at least one pair of super-cute glow-in-the-dark footsie dino-jammies…anyone looking for a cause?) and there’s something that’s bugging his feet. I reach in there, expecting some lint ball or one of Lydie’s favorite little rocks she found in the gutter. And it’s a Trident wrapper–nice and pokey, even fresh out of the dryer. I tease Damon about how it really does serve him right. If he would just check his pockets before throwing his overalls and onesies in the laundry, this really would not be an issue. He just gets his “Yes! I found TROUBLE!!!” grin–

And then I see them. Mile upon mile of empty gums, with only four little front teeth peeking through. And I realize that there is only one creature in this house who does not chew gum (if we leave it down low enough, even Attie will go through a pack a day) and is the only one who has a gum-wrapper in an extraordinarily uncomfortable place.

Poor fella.

As soon as he has molars, though, I have every intention of showing him how, although he no longer has “mile upon mile” of visible gumline, he can then at least enjoy stick upon stick of chewing gum.

Speaking of chewing gum, I’ve only recently discovered how absolutely divine the Trident fruit flavors are. Highly addicting, highly recommended. Just throw your wrapper in the garbage or some sad little foot is bound to get poked at.