No. I’m not going to spend yet another blog complaining about my kid. She’s a great kid, just annoying the hell out of me right now. So what else is new. I’m annoying the hell out of her too (no, I won’t clean her room, I didn’t make the mess) so we’re even. 9,742 is […]
Sunday Morning Peace–Not!! Read More ยป
Hee hee. Yesterday I let Hope take class with me, as she’d missed her class on Monday due to the flooring emergency. She was driving me nuts before we even got there. At the end of class they usually play a game, and I usually practice my techniques instead of participating. This time my teacher
My Karate Teacher Understands Read More ยป
FFF=Grrr! Yeah, thanks for the reminder, Scott. Really. If you don’t know any DJ’s, be glad. They can be so annoyingly cheerful. I know I should just let my fanfic go, but I keep dropping in to see how things are going. Currently the viewing count is at 2125. That is very cool. I’m trying
FFF–Final Free Friday Read More ยป
Sometimes I worry about what I’ll be like when I can write full-time. Judging by my summer, somebody better learn that “levicorpus” spell Harry discovered, ’cause I’m going to need some help finding reality once in a while. That said, I’d really like to go wander off to La-La Land now. I don’t like this
Mundane Life SUCKS Read More ยป
I’ll use that title, and hope you recognize it. If you hang out here, you ought to. So. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Read it and cry, but read it. I have been known (well, not, because I never confessed it before)… In the past I have sometimes refused to read books containing the
How many times have I used that title? Couldn’t tell you. But here I sit, taking a break from major housecleaning when I was SUPPOSED to be almost done with Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, because my he’s-great-and-I-want-the-work-done-but-why’s-it-gotta-be-NOW? landlord informed me this morning that he wants to do my floors tomorrow, which is great
Grr, Argh, Yet Again Read More ยป
Even if it keeps the kid awake, crank the GNR. She’s not sleeping anyway, it’s flipping 22:23 by my computer and she’s whining she’s ‘uncomfortable,’ how can she sleep when she’s uncomfortable? Last damn chapter. The fanfic that swallowed my summer is almost done, and I can’t write the last damn chapter. Every single time