I started NaNo on the fifteenth. I’m up to 2600 words. I know there’s no way I’ll finish, but then again I work better under pressure.

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NaNo stands for National Novel writing month. Every November people commit to writing a 50,000 word novel by the end of the month. You can google it for more info. I know I probably won’t make it this year but that isn’t going to stop me from trying. You don’t worry about punctiation or grammer. You just write, get it all out of your head on to paper. It’s actually fun and freeing.

These are my find for the day. Charlie and I have a small salt and pepper collection that we inherited from Grandma Buffalo. We selectively add things too it.  These apply for me because they fall under the heading of outsider art and recycled art, any thing hand made really, I appreciate. They have just the right amount of cheese factor for me.charlie’s not so picky if their salt and pepper shakers…he’s good.

Well all in all it’s been a very nice day. Ang

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I just did a dumb thing and I’m blaming it on my brother-in-law…It’s all your fault. He posted fudge on his site and all day I’ve been thinking about fudge… I’d been so good I didn’t really want it I’d tell myself, I don’t really need chocolate.

 I just put my clothes on over my pajamas and ran to the store and bought…a french silk pie. They didn’t have fudge. But it’s still not a good thing. Now it’s in the house and it’s calling my name. I can hear it…sitting on the counter downstairs twiddling it’s imaginary thumbs and humming Angie by The Rolling Stones. I’m a sucker for that song… ah french silk pie…thawing on the counter if I’m awake at midnight I have a date…

He doesn’t have to know he’s a second choice. My mouth will be full of chocolate and whip cream he won’t hear it from me. Oh french silk pie, Does happiness live in a pie tin? I’m looking for it later. When I get to the bottom if I haven’t found it I’ll let you all know. 

Okay so today was trash day and I made the kids take the recycling out since I’ve been trying to get them to do more little chores and not doing everything myself. It was all good until the bus left and I had to spend ten minutes chasing down water bottles that the monsters hadn’t quite gotten into the pickup container. The wind blew them all over. Next week I’ll supervise better. 

 This is my community service message- recycle you plastic people…If you don’t it’ll still be in the land fill hundreds of years from now…If you only have room to do one thing and it’s a choice between newspapers and plastic…make the smart choice…paper biodegradable, plastic hundreds of years…hmmm…

Okay enough lecturing. I’m looking forward to the documentary coming out next week , An Inconvenient Truth It’s an Al Gore thing…so I know some of you will poo poo it right away but just for the sake of listening I’m going to. While I was chasing down plastic, I remembered I’d heard it all years ago, ages ago actually, when I worked as a projectionist at one of the local theaters, you know when they only had two screens… ANYWAY… now that I’m feeling old. This is it…I really like Blue Man Group and they were spreading the word before Al.

Okay now this just isn’t fair. I was looking at the dirty little foot prints on my site and noticed someone I didn’t know had been peeking at my pages. Well, of course I’m all out there for the world to see and I don’t mind. It’s not like you can tell if my hair isn’t brushed or I’m picking my nose. If my house is dirty or the dishes aren’t done. You can definitely tell I’m in a slump and nothing is going on, which means I need to shake something up soon. Life is too short to be boring.

But thats not the point, I figure fair is fair. If their checking me out, I should be able to check them out.  We all do it. Isn’t this how we find others we share interests with and make friends? So I went to go to this persons site and they have FRIENDS LOCK. I didn’t even know this was a possible thing. If I have something I don’t want someone to read I post protected and sneak a few in… I’ve never done that though. I never have anything to say that’s really that interesting.

Maybe that’s the challenge, something exciting enough to be protected, Nah, My boring life isn’t THAT boring. All the protected posts I read are spousal problems and teen angst. Both of which are okay for others but I hope not to have to deal with either. My kids are skipping their teens straight into college, and the spousal issues, well if I ever let Ben out of his cell in the basement I’ll deal with those then.  

Off on a tangent I go again.

So if no one can come to your site, how do you make friends? Why would I want to be your friend If your such an elitist snob that I can’t look at your posts until you decide you like me enough to INVITE me to read them. Okay,  I don’t know this person so I have no idea if their a snob. See what I mean?! Maybe I’m over reacting here but I just don’t get it.

I guess if you had a stalker, you might do something like that but isn’t that what USER BLOCK is for  to keep all the creepy people from sending you ‘Your soul is going to Hell!’ messages and the old men from hitting on you even when you’ve told them your happily married and have three children and Just aren’t that kind of girl? I mean that’s what I use mine for. 

So I ask you the smart, intelligent and in my mind, always good looking people who read my posts, to explain this to me. 

Ang

Hey that was a pretty good RANT wasn’t it…

I’m tired. Seventeen active Brownies last night and seven little boys learning flag ceremonies tonight, Man it just sucks the energy right out of me. Did I say inconvenience was a good thing? Okay yeah I still stand by that. But utter exhaustion, what does that get me?  I shouldn’t be complaining, I can nap all day tomorrow. Sorry all you working people.hehehe. I think I’m going to sleep now though. Wow before two a.m. 

Inconvenience, we all feel it and sometimes deserve to. I know a person who considers every step, every request and if it’s an inconvenience, even a small one, they say no. I feel very sorry for this person.

  I’m too far at the other end of the spectrum. I can’t say no. Sometimes it’s a problem but for the most part I’m discovering it’s not.

By answering first and not considering what the inconvenience would be, I have been showered with many, many unexpected blessings. Sometimes  things I hadn’t realized where blessings but later discovered were. Other times the blessings were immediate like feelings of pride in accomplishment, a hug from someone or an expression of gratitude.

Inconvenience is something you deal with. Don’t let it make you say no, if you do, you may be missing great opportunities and blessings. 

It’s really easy, you just say yes. Y-E-S.

__I’m Nobody! Who Are You?__

I’m Nobody! Who are you?

Are you-Nobody-too?

Then there’s a pair of us!

Don’t tell! they’d advertise-youknow!

How dreary- to be- Somebody!

How public-like a Frog-

To tell one’s name-the live long June

To an admiring Bog!

Emily Dickinson 

 

Once By The Pacific by Robert Frost

The shattered water made a misty din

great waves looked over others coming in,

and thought of doing something to the shore

that water never did to land before.

The clouds were low and hairy in the skies

like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.

You could not tell, and yet it looked as if

the shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,

the cliff in being backed by continent;

It looked as if a night of dark intent

was coming, and not only a night, a rage.

Someone had better be prepared for rage.

There would be more than ocean-water broken

before God’s last ‘put out the light’ was spoken.  

 

You know you’ve been spending too much time on the computer when your doing a journal entry and at the end of a sentence you put LOL…

I think I’m in trouble.

Still nothing brilliant to write. No nose picking or cute sayings. Their just not working with me. Although they are cute little monsters. No strange men trying to pick me up.I don’t understand I’ve been looking fine lately. When I go out I try to make sure my shirts don’t have toddler snot on them and my jeans aren’t holy. Isn’t that all it takes? Oh and the brand new Michigan State ball cap w/o paint on it is the accessory every girl needs.

Okay, just because I still have nothing I think I’ll post some monster pictures. You can’t go wrong with cute.

 

Simply because I was avoiding laundry. I figured why not? Which is probably what  they thought too. Who knows what was going on in the last guy’s head but I’m thinking WAX?