Wednesday, April 21, 2010


I spend a lot of time in front of this computer. How's the weather out there?

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


As my oldest daughter, Sian, climbed wearily into the car after yet another long, 12-hour day of school and play practice, I realized I had never taught her a fundamental method of relieving stress: singing as loud as you can to rock music. At least, I had never forced her to actually do it, although she's had to suffer through my own stress-relieving sessions. After telling her to belt it, I cranked up my current mixed CD and we sang lustily along with ColdPlay and Rob Thomas. She doesn't have as much experience as I do in quelling the feeling of self-consciousness during song-belting sessions, but though she laughed, she persevered. When we got home, she gave me a hug and thanked me.

Am I a good parent, or what?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

News Through a Haze

No politics. I promise. I'm way too tired.

I have almost perfected the art of making really tender and flaky Southern-style biscuits.
My supervisor called me "the best outsource writer in the world" today. I put that on my calendar.
Elannah and Sophia both tried out for Annie, and only one of them made it, despite both of them getting call-backs. That was a little painful. Elannah, the lucky one, is an orphan now (not literally) and has a grueling rehearsal schedule. She has wanted to act for a long time, so I hope she's happy.
Husband finished the last re-work of his novel. It should be formatted and sent to publishers soon. He is not expecting anything, but at least he wrote the book.
Gabrielle bought a cat with her birthday money. It was either a cat or a guinea pig, which her sister, who shares a room with her, was not at all excited about. The new cat, Lincoln (or Link, for short), has now been schooled by older and larger Myles. Lincoln knows his place now. I find him mostly adorable.
My part-time job is taking me 8 hours a day.
We got a Kinetico water softener installed. My hair is so soft and silky, Sophia's dry hands are healing up, and I don't feel all that scale in my intestines anymore. It's wonderful.

That's it, folks.