... because it's such an honor just to be nominated. Jay has selected the seven finalists for the first Blogging For Books competition, and I made the cut. It was a lovely warm-fuzzy to find on an otherwise annoying morning, so thank you, Jay! I really enjoyed both writing for the contest and reading all the entries. When's the next one?? (Edited for the confused, to add: No, it's not over. Andrea Buchanan will be selecting the final winner, who will then receive a signed copy of her book.)
As is my custom on an evening when I'm feeling too yucky to read or do anything else productive, I turned on the TV. And I've just caught the last twenty minutes or so of Picture Perfect. Can I just admit here that I have no idea what Jennifer Aniston's face looks like? Honestly. And I watched "Friends" for years. And she seems to be in every dumb movie I come across. I see her all the time. I have no idea what that woman's face looks like. If it was shown to me in a line-up, I'm not sure I could pick it out. The first issue is her hair. Her. perfect. hair. Hair I covet, in a scoffing "sure...
Poor Sheryl thinks I'm writing this from inside of the safe that fell on my head, because I didn't post again yesterday. It's okay, Sheryl! I'm here! Nothing fell on me! I slept most of the day. Boy, that sounds pitiful. Okay, yes, it's true; someone dropped an anvil on my head and I am bravely typing from the ICU.... I only got one Friday Facts and Fiction question, and continued to feel pretty gross yesterday, so I didn't feel in a huge need to come post. But to answer your question, Kym is the reason I started blogging. I've known Kym for years as part of a parenting after...
How momentous to cross this esteemed barrier on such a scholarly subject! But that's just who I am... a woman who knows when to hold 'em, knows when to fold 'em... knows when to walk away... knows when to yap about my hair as if it were important. And I do it all for you, dear readers. Yes I do. So let's get to it, shall we? I have--I am told--gorgeous hair. It is thick and shiny and silky and curls into perfect corkscrews. And up until recently it was a beautiful mahogany; now it is a beautiful mahogany shot through with rather more silver than a woman of my age should have, but I think it...
First Official Announcement: It is now Summer. I know "they" say Summer commences on June 20th (21st??), but "they" (who are they? uppity bastards) are wrong. Summer has begun when I trip the circuit to my bedroom by running both the air conditioner and my hair dryer at the same time. This auspicious event occurs just once every year, at the start of Summer. After that, I reset the circuit, say "duhhhhhhhhh" a couple of times, and remember not to do it again. Until next Summer. Second Official Announcement: I would lose my head if it was not attached. I was just over at Lee's and got about...
Stolen from Oliquig, found here. This is apropos of nothing at all except it seemed kinda cool and I am still recuperating from yesterday's adventure, plus I have a ton of stuff I should be doing other than blogging, today. (Like, say, doin' the 'ku.) My brain-ed-ness (I don't even care if that's not a word, so there) profile: Mir, you are somewhat left-hemisphere dominant with a balanced preference for auditory and visual inputs. Because of your "centrist" tendencies, the distinctions between various types of brain usage are somewhat blurred. Your tendency to be organized and logical and...
(Or, "Sometimes It Really Is That Easy.") Serve octopus for dinner. (Bonus points for adding a grinning mouth. Two demerits for trying to sneak broccoli onto the plate, under a veil of cheese sauce.)
I am all done being useful to my fellow humans. Last night took it all out of me, and I don't plan to be even slightly utilitarian again to another person for quite some time. But before I disappear to tend to my own needs (yes, I have a need to clean the house, and maybe make some dinner, and watch a movie), let me make it crystal clear how much I am just not the go-to girl for ye olde random internet searcher. A sampling: "Lonely local slutty girls on Maui" I am lonely, but not for you, scumbag. Nor do I live on Maui, nor has anyone ever described me as slutty unless they were in fact...
In the sugar coma induced by graduation, the end of school, and all the trappings therein, I completely forgot about Friday Facts and Fiction. Got questions? Leave 'em if ya got 'em, or maybe we'll just skip it this week. I will be spending the morning mowing the lawn, cleaning up the carnage that is my kitchen after hacking up a 40-pound seeded watermelon so that the Chickadee's class could include a seed-spitting contest in their Field Day activities, and dealing with laundry. Don't you just wish you were me? You know you do. Last night I dreamt it was a week or so after my surgery, and I...
