Reading In Slow Motion

I'm still reading Between the Flowers and The Handmaid's Tale. I'd really like to finish one of them by the weekend because there's so much more I need to read between now and the end of the semester. I need to power through and move on to the next book as soon as possible.

Wish me luck.


We don't get go out very often. Even more rare are those instances when I feel like dressing up. This weekend we did both. At first Ken and I talked of going out by ourselves. A Facebook conversation later and we were making plans for a night on the town with our best friends. By the time we made it to the restaurant we were a party of six.

Here are a few pictures from our night out. I'd write more but I'm being paged to the living room to tend to the PS3.


My Laziness Knows No Bounds

I = Lazy

Last night I turned into a pumpkin as soon as I walked through my kitchen door. I planted myself on the couch, grabbed the remote, and slowly tuned out everything that might possibly require effort and an extended attention span. Television, of course, doesn't count because, hello!, mind-numbing.

There are probably way too many commas in that last sentence. Oh, well.

I'm hoping tonight will be better. I'm hoping to get through the dishes, the laundry, and maybe even a bit of homework. No sense in saving all that work for the weekend!

Let's See..

  • I managed to get 16 pages scrapbooked over the weekend. And while that is a wonderful and noteworthy accomplishment, what truly made my day was the fact that those 16 pages completed my Maine album! Now I just need to get a few more page protectors to hold them all.

  • I have a free weekend coming! I plan on finishing one or both of those two books I just mentioned and cleaning the bathrooms because yuck, just yuck.
There...that brings you up-to-date!

Homework and Scrapbooking

Don't those two things go together like peas & carrots? No? Are you sure?

Okay, maybe you're right. Still, those are the two main things on my radar right now. I've finished the wrestling DVD - just waiting on the last few copies to finish burning.

First on the agenda is homework. Tomorrow night I have to turn in a five page literature review. Hopefully it goes together quickly and smoothly because I really have no time to spare.

After the homework deadline passes, I can finally focus on getting ready for my weekend away from home. Yep, it's that time of year again! Scrapbooking with the ladies for hours and hours on end. This particular trip (I have two planned) is about a hop, jump, and skip away from my house. Seriously. Less than five miles from the end of my driveway.

I know it may seem silly to "go away for the weekend" when I could just as easily stay home for free, especially when you consider the proximity of our getaway spot, but if I stay home, I don't scrapbook. I watch television, do homework, watch television, do laundry, read a book or two, think about doing the dishes and mopping the floor, and watch television. What I don't do is scrapbook, not for hours on end. So a weekend away, even at a nearby location, is a good thing for my neglected scrapbook albums.

Not that I'm ready. Not even close. I need to figure out what treats I'm bringing to share and I have to pick up a $5 gift. I also need to get my pictures together, do any journaling I think I'll need, and pack up everything. Good thing I don't need to be there until 7 PM on Friday. I'll need every spare minute after work to get ready!

My goal for the weekend: Finish Maine. Start Munising.

A Near Tragedy..Happily Averted

The night before last my puppy went missing. We had let him out to go potty and, swayed by the beautiful spring-like weather, we let him wander a bit. Then we got distracted. I was working on the wrestling club DVD, the hubby fell asleep in his chair, and the kids were, well, being kids. When we realized the puppy had been left outside for longer than usual, and certainly longer than we had intended, he was gone.

We yelled. We searched. I visited the neighbors to the south of us and then their neighbors, and so on. Not once did I consider crossing the street to ask if any of those neighbors had seen our puppy. I was so certain he had probably headed off into the woods that I never really considered he might have crossed the two-lane rural highway at the end of our driveway.

Still. No puppy. The kids went to bed crying. The hubby and I reassured them that the dog would show up sooner or later, that he was just out enjoying the first little bit of spring we've seen.

Eleven o'clock rolled around and it was getting down right cold. The puppy should have been clamoring to get inside so he could romp around the living room with his stuffed Tigger or the half-destroyed beaver we gave him as a teething toy. And he should have been hungry by then. Ravenous, even.

Determined to find him, the hubby and I grabbed a couple of flashlights and traipsed off into the woods. We split up to cover more ground. Luckily I had borrowed my oldest son's water boots, because the spring thaw has left mud and standing water everywhere. We sloshed through the moonlit night, calling out Cash's name, whistling and coaxing. Weak beams of light illuminated the spindly branches of barren trees and danced across an old blanket of wet leaves, but failed to find any trace of the puppy. Trail after trail with no results. Not even a whimper or a bark to guide us toward him.

He was lost.

After driving around the block (a good country mile), I admitted defeat and put his kennel on the front porch. In the morning we put out food and water before leaving for work. We could only hope he'd find his way home while we were at work.

Of course, I feared the worst. He'd been hurt. He'd been kidnapped. We'd never see him again....

I called my dad and asked him to stop by the house when he was in town. Long story short (too late, I know), he mentioned the missing puppy to my sister-in-law, who called me at work. She knows one of our neighbors and decided to call her on the off chance the puppy crossed the street. When she calls me back, the first words out of her mouth are, "I found your dog."

I started crying. I was so relieved. Am still so relieved.

It seems the puppy had done the unthinkable and crossed the road. Some nice woman - pregnant with three kids in her car - had seen him and stopped to make sure he didn't get hit. She ended up leaving him with our neighbors, who had no idea we had gotten a second dog and, therefore, didn't know to stop at our house when they were out trying to find his home.

I feel so blessed. Not only did some kind stranger stop and protect my idiot dog, but our neighbors took him in and cared for him when they didn't have to. They kept him warm and dry and fed. Heck, he even slept in their bed (apparently he got a little whiny)!

Picking him up last night after work was the highlight of my day. The little stinker...

That face

Homework Hell

Although I did well getting everything done for class last night, I've still got a lot to do this week. I'm going to try to get two articles a night read between now and Saturday. Sunday will be spent power-browsing (aka skimming) the books I picked up on my topic. That gives me Monday night to write my Literature review.

Sounds fun, doesn't it?

So...About That Concert

As you may have gathered from my earlier post, I haven't been feeling all that well over the last few days. I don't know if I'm finally fighting off the flu bug that has been running rampant through my house or if it was just a side-effect of pure exhaustion. In any event, I am feeling a little more like myself and a lot less like death. Wahoo! This is definitely a step in the right direction.

Since I believe I am now capable of forming a coherent thought or two (yesterday was BAD), I thought I'd tell you how amazing, awesome, exciting, and all-out-wonderful the concert was on Saturday night. Yes, it was that good. And, no, that's not the alcohol speaking because I was the DD that night. (I don't think Rock Star energy drinks impair judgement, but I could be wrong...)

The first band was forgetable. Saving Abel did not live up to their debut album. I don't know if their sound guy needed a new set of ears, but I couldn't make out more than a dozen words the entire time they were on stage. Those few words I did catch, I really think it was only because I knew the song and could anticipate the lyrics.

Seether was much better. They sounded great. Had lots of energy.

Nickelback. Nickelback was amazing. Astounding. Blow-Your-Mind-Good. The lead singer was funny and charming. I also loved the fact that the band utilized the big screens for slideshows and videos. My favorite slideshow was during the song Photograph. I know that the next time (and every time thereafter) I hear that line about "what the hell is on Joey's head", I'll recall that one photograph in particular because I couldn't figure it out either.

My only disappointment was that they didn't play two of the songs I really like off the new CD. Luckily, I could play them as loud as I wanted on the way home!

A Funny

Medicine Head Without the Medicine

Is that even possible?

It feels like it's possible.

I've got that weird, floaty, medicine-head feeling, but I've not taken so much as an aspirin. Oh, joy.

The Agent Hunt

Okay, so I talked a lot about self-publishing the novel, but now that I'm sitting here with a revised manuscript, I've decided to give it a fighting chance in the big, bad world of Publishing. You know, the Industry. And, yes, all those capital letters are needed for proper emphasis.

So far, I've had one contract for representation offered. I turned it down. There were too many red flags for me to blissfully ignore. First, all correspondance was automated. Even after they said they'd like to represent my work, the e-mails still arrived in the form of a form letter. If that wasn't weird enough, they didn't charge any fees (oh, no! never. not until we sell you...), but they couldn't refer me fast enough to a "professional critiquing service". Uh huh. Partners in crime, there.

So, I declined their offer and sent out the next query. Keep your fingers crossed!