What’s on my mind?
*whacked-out, tone-deaf crickets*
The tall kid turns thirteen on Wednesday. Since I’m not nearly old enough to be the parent of a teenager, I’m not sure how exactly that’s going to work out.
Tried to grab a Harlequin Intrigue at the grocery store to take my mind off of that, but they all seemed to be amnesia stories and I don’t care for those. I don’t remember why. Bought a Desire instead, although I’m definitely more in the mood for dead people than steamy passion.
Every flat surface in my house is littered with Legos.
My short kid has been listening to Big & Rich over and over again for two days which means, since I don’t allow him headphones, I’ve been listening to Big & Rich over and over again for two days. I liked them…three days ago.
That’s about it. Waiting to hear about a few things. Chipping away at the an dens in BMB. Wanting desperately to work on DG3 but stalled by the inexplicable lack of information on how to sabotage the navigational system of a top-secret helicopter.
That’s it. :cowboy:
Hmmm, a teenager? Sweetheart, I’ve got one driving. How DOES this happen?
As for crickets, I heard they’re good luck, and if they multiply, they might drown out Big & Rich…eventually. I know you have issues with the ipod ear plug thingies, but a little electrical tape should keep them in place. Honest.
As for navigational systems? :noevil:
Could you spill coffee in it?
Good luck on that. I made the mistake of reading a Karen Marie Moning book yesterday. Now I have the urge to write para in first person, rather than contemp in third person. Guess which my current WIP is in? So… wanna share my bag of Doritos?
I am older than you. I have friends with GRANDCHILDREN. I pretend like I am waaaaaaay younger than they are.
:ignore: thirteen… no freaking way and uh, Mel you so did not say driving?
Hey crickets are cool, pretend you’re camping and I can feel the big and rich pain, I now just pretend the apple bottom jeans song is from the 80s…
I love amnesia stories. Srsly. Someday I want to sell mine. Maybe Angie will buy it…Anyway. You are stronger than me, I’d have bought the kid earbuds the first day. For DG3, you just need to talk to some military type who’d help you with the technical stuff, so you don’t sound like a moron but also don’t sound like an instruction book for terrorists. For the kid turning 13…dark chocolate, lots of it.
[quote]Tried to grab a Harlequin Intrigue at the grocery store to take my mind off of that, but they all seemed to be amnesia stories and I donâ€™t care for those. I donâ€™t remember why.[/quote]
I’m not big on the amnesia stories either.
As for DG3 – go with whoever said to spill coffee on it and get back to writing it! Must have next DG book!!! :write:
:lmao: I can see it now…
An den the DG agents, running for their lives, hover the top-secret helicopter over the Dunkin Donuts, repelling down to the drive-thru for a little high-test pick me up. An den, as they’re flying back to the office, Gallagher’s coffee tips—because the chopper has sorry-ass cup-holders like my car—and spills all over the instrumentation. An den crash, dey has it.
Back to Big & Rich now… :bang:
Although I do love the line “Put a little bang in your yin-yang”. :boogie:
ROFL. You should put that in the manuscript and give it to Angie. *g*
And I don’t know what’s your problem. I’m not a grandmother yet and I doubt I’ll ever be, but I’m a grand-aunt already. I’m not even 20 yet. How did that happen?
Well, my sister is like 8 weeks younger than the tall kid, so she could be a great-aunt early like you. :thumb:
I feel sorry for your sister.
And at least you don’t come from a very traditional (in some respects anyway) Chinese family. My family insists that my nieces and nephews, some of whom are older than me, call me aunt. There was this one time I told my nephews to quit it already and they got into trouble because of me.
Pffffffffft to tradition.
Some years back, when my other sister was young and I was an adult, some of the more strict ladies in her mother’s circle decided it made them uncomfortable to hear her call an adult by her first name and declared she should call me Mrs. Stacey when in public.
Oh, can we get a HELL no? Stomped that out faster than a bag of flaming dog shit.
And the sister’s who’s the same age as the tall kid tried to get the short kid to call her Auntie M— for a while, but that didn’t last long.
Gotta love family relationships.
What? Mrs Stacey? I’m sorry, but that sounds like what you’d call the housekeeper or something, like in Regencies or Presents. :gaah:
I always called my older cousins Jiejie/Gege which means older sister or older brother. Solved the seniority/’I’m your elder even though I’m your brother/sister’ problem. My younger brothers call me Jiejie as well.
Have 2 nieces who are my age (one’s older than me by a few months, and the other’s younger by like 4 days). There was hell until everybody agreed to make me happy and let them call me by name instead.
What? Mrs Stacey? Iâ€™m sorry, but that sounds like what youâ€™d call the housekeeper or something, like in Regencies or Presents.
OMG, I’m crying over here. Do NOT tell my husband that.
Come on, one of you ladies in the comments must be able to get in touch with Mr. Stacey for us. *g*