Girl: Mom, can I ask you about something?

Me: You’ve got that look, this is gonna be good.

Girl: Well, you know that dance is tomorrow after school.

Me: Uh-huh.

Girl: Well, I was thinking maybe, just the one time, just for the dance, I could wear some make-up.

Me: Why should it be different for a dance?

Girl: It’s just one day.

Me: So, you’re wanting to tart up, is that it?

Girl: Mom!

Me: Yeah. I think we can do this. We’ll put some nice blue eye shadow on you and maybe some bright red lipstick. We can ho you up good.

Girl: (giggling) Mommy.

Me: Are you saying you don’t want blue eye shadow and red lipstick?

Girl: I was thinking maybe a little mascara and a little bit of eyeliner.

Me: So, you want the half-ho look as opposed to the whole ho look.

Girl: (giggling) Mom. So what do you think? Can I ?

Me: I think I have to think about it.:p

My office is a sun room with a garden pond out back. I’ve been working a lot lately. Obviously too much…eye strain, that is. I was coming back into my office when something out at the pond caught my eye.

Me: Girl, Girl, come quick. Not too quick, though.

Girl: (after she hurtles down the stairs) What is it, Mom?

Me: Look. By the pond. Next to the waterfall. Have you ever seen a bird like that? It’s huge. Have you ever seen a bird like that?

Girl: You called me down here for this? Not funny, Mom.

Me: What? I’ve never seen a bird like that. It’s HUGE. We’ve got to figure out what it is.

Girl: You’ve never seen a bird like that because it’s a chipmunk sitting on a rock. shakes her head Put on your glasses.

I put on my glasses. Oh.

Two thing sure to make time fly. Company’s coming and the house is a mess or a book is due. Next week. One week til deadline. Sorry, that raspy sound is merely me hyperventilating. :[

Back to work now and I’m thanking you all in advance for sending me writing vibes. It may not help, but it sure as heck can’t hurt.:p(y)

Got a foreign copy in the mail. Apparently Really Hot! has been translated into and released in Dutch. And the Dutch title is….

Bubbelbad met champagne

:p

This cracks me up! I think it’s hilarious. Wonder which one’s Bubblebad and which one’s Champagne?

I’m not Ms. Neatnick, but HTG, my DH is a slob and a packrat, which makes for a bad combo.:[

He was out of town this weekend and that usually makes the heart grow fonder…not this time. He had such a mess going in our walk-in closet, I could hardly get to my clothes. It’s not a big walk-in closet, but it was a big mess — his mess — been that way for a while too.:[:[(n)

So…I did a little creative picking up and shoving over and finally drew my line. I measured with a yard stick, straight down the center of the closet and then marked it with masking tape. And just in case there was any confusion, I drew an arrow pointing to his side under his initial and an arrow pointing to my side under my initial. :)

Girl: “Mom, what’s going to happen if he crosses the line?”

Me: “I don’t exactly know…but it’ll be something very, very bad.”

In the shower this morning, I was thinking about this next chapter and trying to decide if I liked the way I’d ended the current chapter. Got out, got dressed, put on a load of laundry and ran upstairs to do my hair before I sat down to start work. Great! I was so disctracted thinking about this book that I never rinsed the conditioner out of my hair. :p I wasn’t about to strip down and climb back in the shower. I’m rolling with the all-day conditioning, I suppose. Definititely not pretty — sorta slimey looking, in fact — so I guess it’s a good thing I’m spending my day in front of my dogs and the computer.:[

Gentle Reader beware! I’m pissed. What’s wrong with people?

I’m driving Girl to school this morning and we pass this elderly man out walking his dog, a spaniel mix — maybe a little smaller. I’ve seen him out with his dog, once or twice before, so I smile because I think it’s sweet…until the collar slips over the dog’s head with the leash still attached. The dog seems to think it’s funny and it sort of is. The old man puts it back on over the dog’s head and tries to get the dog to come. Who’s surprised it slips off again? Then the old man hits the dog with the leash. I’m not smiling now. While the dog is crouching he picks it up and instead of just walking up his drive, he sort of tosses/throws the dog in the direction of the house and then hits it again with the leash. At this point I’m stopped in the middle of the street, watching in my rearview mirror. The dog prances off into the street and I think about turning around but instead I take Girl to school.

I drop her at school and am sitting in the long lane of traffic that backs up to get to the intersection of a major highway. It’s just a two lane road with a left-hand turn lane at the intersection. I’m maybe eight or nine car lengths back from that left turn lane but I’m waiting to get down to it. My mouth practically drops open when some moronic woman in a mini-van, four cars BEHIND me, pulls out into the on-coming lane — get this picture, she is driving on the wrong side of the road — and then has to gun it to get out of the way of on-coming traffic…but she makes it down to the left-turn lane and sits there. Of course, so do I in less than a minute, so I’m now immediately behind idiot-brain. This woman waits on about three cars to go by and then she friggin’ turns left in front of a pick-up. No way she didn’t see it. She just wasn’t willing to wait the crucial 15 or 30 seconds for it to pass. I make the left after the truck passes and there’s no traffic (which is clearly visible) and simply cannot believe it when I see her do the SAME THING again. She makes a left-hand turn across two lanes of on-coming traffic. I seriously thought about following her into the office building, into wherever she was going, and waiting until she was in front of a group and telling her that people like her are the reason we have so many accidents.

Instead, I drove home. I’m glad to be home. I’m happy to be sitting in front of my computer where my interactions are all with fictional characters because I don’t know what’s wrong with real people.(n)

This is just a mish mash of stuff…

If the road is wet or icy NEVER set your cruise control. If you begin to hydroplane, once the tires lose contact with the pavement, the car accelerates. Very dangerous.

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There was an advertisement this morning that asked “Will you Live to be 80?” First, off, I’m not taking some friggin’ quiz that might tell me otherwise. I’ll just keep doing my best and hoping for the best. BUT my big gripe was that it had Birth, 20, 40, 60, and 80 with a picture next to each age and a question mark next to the 80. The woman they’d slotted in at 60? I doubt she was even 40. If she was 60, then I’ve got some monkey’s flying out my rear about right now. Why not put a woman in there that looked like a 60-year old woman? And we wonder why women are obsessed with not aging?

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I don’t get SlimFast. I keep them in the fridge for situations like this morning. Girl got the vertical rubber bands on at the ortho yesterday and her mouth is sore and a liquid breakfast seemed the best option. I was running late so I snagged one is well. Ya know, it just doesn’t work as a “meal replacement” for me. How about an appetizer? Cause I’m still hungry. I don’t want to drink my meal — I want to eat.

Have a Wonderful Wednesday.8)