I’m on Day 3 of the headache from hell, so excuse the absence and any imminent incoherence. I also had to clear my cache/cookies/whatever the other day and it took me forever to find the password to my own blog. :doh:
It was a hell of a weekend. Friday the husband and I put up a fence on the south side of the house—sunburn, slight dehydration, admiring the forsythia in bloom and realizing it’s time to drag the lawnmower out. Then I needed something on the north side of the house and had to climb through a snowbank to get it. Gotta love New England in April.
My upstairs bathroom now consists of a massive, ancient, cast-iron clawfoot tub in what looks like an old barn now that the walls and ceilings are stripped. Anybody who’s ever dealt with that crumbly gray insulation stuff people used a gazillion years ago know what hell I’ve been living in. And it occured to me while tub shopping that I will never again take the greatest bubble bath ever. New tubs are like 1/6th the depth of my monster tub. Unfortunately the finish was scrubbed off that monster tub decades ago and it has to go.
The short kid… :gaah:
Last night he sat on the toilet to brush his teeth…without checking to see if the lid, or at least the seat, was down. By the time his brother grabbed him and hauled him out, his clothes had absorbed all the toilet water.
(Reference tub situation above. :doh: )
Then, at 2:30 this morning, he does his Child of the Corn thing, wanting me to get up so I could tuck him back in after he went potty. Unfortunately we had to go down to the half-bath and he tripped and fell in the kitchen. Nothing like a screaming kid holding his entire face in the wee hours of the morning. He hit his cheek so it looks like somebody punched him, no damage to nose or mouth, but it scared the crap out of me.
I tried sneaking mental health breaks in Romanceland, but didn’t find much besides negativity and/or flaming bitchiness. Thank goodness for LOLcats. Here’s the high point of my weekend:
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 :lmao:  That cracks me up.
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Well that weekend sounds like it was long and hard. I’m sorry :hug:
However, if Canada was attacking we would send beavers not moose. Beavers are notoriously vicious (true story LOL) :nod: AND they’ll build you a dam (haha) nice house, too!
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OMG, that’s the dam truth, too.
My husband, the former marine and undeniably-alpha male who has faces down moose and bears and more on the trail, freely admits the pissed off beaver he found had him running, screaming like a girl.
Our kids know if we run across a…
Bear: Don’t panic, come to a stop, leaving the machines in gear and with enough space between them to bang a donut, and wait for instructions.
Moose: Don’t panic, come to a stop, leaving the machines in gear and with enough space between them to bang a donut, and wait for instructions.
Beaver: Go. Like. Hell.
Srsly.
It’d be nice if they could build me a dam bathroom, though.
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Negativity? Flaming bitchiness? The hell you say! :hide:
At least reading the kind of condescending, holier-than-thou e-mail the honcho of one of those sites sends to people who displease her (and gawrsh, there sure are a lot of them) has finally cured me of any desire to visit that site ever again. I don’t know how anyone can stand that much hostility every flippin’ day.
Just wait until Australia attacks. Platypi (platypuses?) have VENOMOUS SPURS. We’re all doomed…
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Re: the flaming bitchiness.
Alls I have to say is — Do they even listen to themselves?
Well, no they don’t, since they don’t listen to anyone else, either. Misconstruation, anybody? (And yes, I know that’s not a word. WP’s spellcheck just tole me.)
But yeesh. We should send them some lives, maybe? Or at least some chill pills.
:gaah:
Anyway. :hug: on the rough weekend. And the clumsy child. This, too, shall pass, cookie.
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I had no idea platypi…platypuses…platypussies? :eyebrow: have venomous spurs! That’s cool! I’ll have to tell my boys (though they probably know that—they’re wikipedia junkies).
And between 1) a fairly verbose person having a case of the ass against me for some reason I have yet to figure out and 2) watching the seemingly (to me) deliberate misconstruation (good word) of others’ comments in order to perpetuate the inflated and gleefully spread idea that Authors are Arrogant Assholes (AAA) who have no respect for readers, I’ve decided to keep my mouth shut, my head down and my manuscript doc open.
Everybody needs to get outside, I think. Do some gardening or some X-treme Skeeter Swatting.
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“Yes, indeed, I belong to AAA…”
:lmao:
Don’t have many skeeter ’round these parts, since they generally prefer a humidity level higher than 5 percent.
Srsly. I just squirt fifty gallons of Curel into the tub and marinate for a hour…
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Er. What is a case of the ass? :eyebrow:
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Oh, it’s like…umm…when somebody has a problem with you, they have a case of the ass against you.
I have no idea where it comes from, and I might not want to.
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2) watching the seemingly (to me) deliberate misconstruation (good word) of others’ comments in order to perpetuate the inflated and gleefully spread idea that Authors are Arrogant Assholes (AAA) who have no respect for readers, I’ve decided to keep my mouth shut, my head down and my manuscript doc open.
A to the men! I’m with you 100% I got edits an a wip that needs my focused attention, better to spend my brain power on those rather than pop a vein over some of the crap that’s been happening.
Being on line is no fun (or safe) anymore with all the constant general clusterf*ckery going on.
btw, where’s you’re letters to the American Idols? I’ve enjoyed them in the past weeks.
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Being on line is no fun (or safe) anymore with all the constant general clusterf*ckery going on.
Yeah. The climate, she has changed. I blame
GiselleAl Gore.btw, where’s you’re letters to the American Idols? I’ve enjoyed them in the past weeks.
I didn’t even have a pen and paper last week because I’m not a big Mariah Carey fan and anticipated feeling meh about the entire night. Of course they all went and did pretty well, especially David Cook, but it was too late. I do the letters as I watch—a stream of consciousness thing—and doing them after would have been cheating. I did this week, though.