Preparing to be a 45-year-old Man

This is my son at Ms Em's birthday party yesterday. We had the grandparents over for a little birthday party, and my child spent the entire day in his underwear. My mother told him all he needed was a football game and a beer gut and he could pass for a 45-year-old man, lol. I'm just glad he at least wore the underwear. You see that line of green crap on his forehead? It's a roll of spiderweb tattoo's he put on himself. It's been there for 3 days. He loves it and refuses to remove it. He looks like he rubbed a giant wad of snot across his head and it dried there. Yuck. Boys are so gross.

I had to rewrite my story, but it wasn't as good as the destroyed version. That one was like magic, the way it just flowed. I tried to remember it and recreate it, but I don't think I could. I'm going to work on it a bit longer and hope I'll get a flash of memmory.

OMG!!!!!

It's official, I am going to kill my computer with some kind of blunt force trauma. ACK!!!! I just lost my whole blankety blank blank story. The entire story!!!!! I was even saving it as I wrote it so something like this couldn't happen, and it just went crazy and killed it. It's now full of question marks instead of words. This one I was so happy with, I was going to let people read. The fates are against me, dammit.

Okay, going to back slowy away from the computer and then I'm going to go eat some chocolate before I beat it to death.

Fun Stuff

I'm leaving you with some of my favorite places to laugh when I'm pissed.

My personal favorite is Passive Aggressive Notes. After reading over there, I think people are officially crazy.

And this one I just found recently, Overheard in NYC - the things people say in public where someone else can hear you, you can't make this up it's so hilarious.

Can I just say this is one of the best headlines I've read in a while. When the Sex Coupons aren't from your wife. Do you read Dear Margo? She's Ann Lander's daughter, and she can be hilarious sometimes. But after this one, I've decided people are idiots. Why do you need to write an advice columnist and ask what to do if someone other than you gives your husband sex coupons?

Happy Birthday!!!!

Here she is my sweet little birthday girl, when she was only 3 yrs old and fell asleep in the laundry basket. I remember she went to the kitchen to get something, and when I didn't hear anything after a few minutes, I went to check on her and found this. I had to take a picture. But tomorrow, Ms Em is turning 9 yrs old. Where has the time gone? Wasn't she just this little tiny baby in my arms yesterday? I'm going to blink and she'll be a teenager. Can we please stop the time flying by?

So to celebrate, we are going to the American Girl Store in Dallas to the American Girl bistro for lunch, and then do some fun shopping in the store for her dolls. The bistro has all kinds of stuff, even heart-shaped ravioli and pink lemonade -- how cute is that? And they have little highchairs for your doll to sit in at the table with you. This part she knows about, but I have a secret present she has no idea is coming, and I think she's going to be thrilled about it.

This is her secret present. She has this weird Barbie mp3 player, it's shaped like a barbie and you can play with it online, sort of like a webkinz. But for the actual mp3 player, I have to convert anything from iTunes into a cd before I can load it with songs, such a pain in the rear. So while we were at dance clinic today, I had her dad go get a purple iPod shuffle, and then I had him fill it with songs from the loves of her life - better known as the Jonas Brothers, lol. According to Ms Em, all music is inferior to the Jonas Brothers' music. I think she's going to die when she sees it. She's been complaining about my tastes in music. Excuse me, but who doesn't love Jason Mraz and Coldplay? So I'm hoping that maybe this will help.

My Weekend

So I screwed off a little bit these past couple of days. I finished my school work, and now I only have one test left and I'll be done and totally finished. I will graduate by Labor Day if it kills me, and then I swear to you I will have a party and melt those CDs with the horrid assignments, that or I will rip them apart and create altered art pins.

So I didn't make my ATCs for my trade. They aren't due for quite a while, and I'm not really worried about finishing them. However, I've been pushing around my book idea for like a year. I finally took the plunge this week. In the past 2 days, I've already written 32 pages. I am so thrilled! And the weird thing is, it's taking on a life of it's own, and I like it. At first it kind of freaked me out because I've read about writers who say when they write it takes unexpected turns. I kept thinking, yeah right, how can you be writing something and it does its own thing. They were right. My book has its own life. I can't believe the things that are coming out of my brain into this book.

Now for my premise. This is a bit embarrassing, but it's based on series of dreams I had. You know John Mayer? I lusted after that man big time, even now I blush when I see him on television - how stupid is that, lol? But his little fling with Jessica Simpson kinda turned me off of him, but I do still like his music.

So anyway, back to the dreams. I used to have these dreams about him, and I would have these dreams all the time. We would meet in the most strangest places, and the entire dream was either him trying to get to me, or me to him. So one morning I'd woken up from an extremely wonderful dream (that I refuse to go into details about since my mother is a reader here, lol), and I got to thinking about what if 2 people could somehow have some accidental connection and fall in love in a dream and then meet in real life and they realize they've been dreaming of the other one. So I went looking to see if there was a phenomenon like that, where people were both in the same dream. I discovered it's a whole weird psychic thing called mutual dreaming, but as I kept thinking about it for days on end, I decided that would be a neat idea for a novel. I went looking for any fiction books with this type of theme, and I really couldn't find anything.

At first I was going with a more adult type of fiction, but then I felt it fit better with young adult fiction, so instead of the main character being in her 30s, she's now a teenager. She's going to have to run away on a whim to get to him, and I felt it was more feasible with a young girl than some 30-something mother of toddlers.

I'm just so excited, I have so much to weave into the story with clues on how to find each other.

I'm really trying to get my nerve up to post an excerpt on my blog, but I am the biggest chicken in the entire world, so I'm not sure when I'll get the guts up to do it.

The Waves

Thank god I finished the Twilight books. Those characters are like haunting my every thought. I am forcing myself to start reading something else right now to get them out of my head. But I thought they were great books. It was a really fast read too. I'm really not sure what people were complaining about in the last book, I thought it summed everything up just perfect, but I'm all for happy endings.

I'm working on some ATCs I'll post tomorrow hopefully. I received some in trade today that are just gorgeous. I gotta find the camera to take pictures.

So here is my current obsessive song, it's by Elisa called The Waves. She's an Italian singer, so her stuff is not really well known here, but it's just beautiful. I just love her songs, Rock Your Soul is other fave by her. But a word of caution, the video storyline is utterly stupid. The song has such a great story to it, and they did nothing with it. The video is just bizarre because it seems to have nothing to do with the song.