Rants

When I need to vent before I kick someone.

I’ve been known to bite, too.

Sure, I'll File It…

They call her my buddy. She’s the one who always has more to do than anyone else, always knows a way I can do my job a little better, always gives a martyred sigh when asked to do her job at less than a full day’s notice… Let me set the scene–I’m sitting in my […]

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No! It Can't Be!

It can’t be Sunday night already! I didn’t get to write enough! No, twelve pages is not enough. If it’s not done, it’s not enough. My short story is 67 pages. There’s something wrong with that picture. I can’t help it. It’s turning out to be a very busy five days for the Alexander family.

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Two More

Two more, and I swear I’ll get back to the subject of writing. First, you know that blank right under ‘student name,’ that says ‘address?’ That’s the student’s address we want, not ours. We know ours. And you don’t get to change their name. So be careful choosing it in the first place. Because if

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Brain Deader

Not yet recovered. A few more tips. If registration is 8-11 am, don’t show up at 11:30. It’s lovely your dog was having puppies, congratulations, but the people you need to see are now scattered to the four winds, and will not be collected again until Tuesday morning at 8. Yes, I said Tuesday. Two

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Brain Dead

Can’t write, brain dead. But here are some tips for registering your child in school. If we ask for a birth certificate, that’s what we need. Not a baptismal certificate, and not a birth announcement you cut out of the paper. And it’s the student’s we want, not yours. You cannot register your brother’s neighbor’s

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It’s Happened.

Well, I knew it was a matter of time. The hubby declared today that I’m wasting my time. I’m just being lazy, playing around on this computer all the time, instead of taking care of my family. That’s not his job, you understand. How can a man be expected to clean up after himself, and

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I’m going to have to hurt someone, if this keeps going on. I do everything I can to get writing time, and it just seems to blow up in my face. Why can’t anyone on this planet get along without my expert help? Okay, I’m exaggerating. A little. I did get to the end of

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