Maladroit

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Also:
Dear Me,
Stop looking to facebook and other social media for validation.

Love,
Me

If we ever win the lottery (if we ever buy a ticket): have decided I would like to paint our car, since it seems like every single cr-v we see in town is white like ours. Want to put flames on the side, but not red or blue or purple, but different shades of white/off white, so that 1) white-hot flames, incandescent flames, our fury is this furious flames that are 2) only visible in a certain light, kind of mysterious. Maybe a few blue flame tips, But subtle-like. 

Anyway, that's been rolling around in my head lately.

If I prepare a fried bologna sandwich, and do not serve it on a paper plate, is the bologna insulted?

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Last night's cooking adventure proved that I still do not know how to cook anything for carnivores other than ground beef related items. Although my husband will eat anything at this point, so I guess it's all good. Also, don't cook squash in the crock pot. The rice turned out ok, thank goodness.

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Only three days to vacation!! I am trying to get organized, because I think if we buy groceries on site the cost will be exorbitant, but I'm scared I will forget something simple. Like spices!!! Or ketchup.

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My new boss is someone I've worked with before, and so far so good! But since her subbing was unexpected, she already planned vacation for this week and part of next, and then I'll be gone next week. Whooops. Need to remember to give her the combination to campus mailbox.

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My daughter covered her bed in stuff from storage furniture as we prepared to switch rooms about three months ago*. Then she was sleeping on an air mattress/on the couch/in a blanketnest in the den. Now that her accumulated stuff (beads, torn paper, blankets, pillows, sleeping bags, clean clothes, dirty clothes, movie cases, VCR tapes, books) has taken over the den, when she's ready for bed she just climbs in with us at 12:30 in the morning. Which would be great if she were still 3 years old and not the tall, lanky, all elbows and knees creature she's grown into! I'm also not sure how to help her learn to clean up at this point.


*So far, we have painted one dresser black at her request, in preperation for this move. All that MInecraft ain't going to play itself, you know.

Or I Am A Really Spoiled Eater

Or Will They Take Away My Foodie Card

For Christmas, my step-mom made several of our favorite foods (gumbo, dirty rice) and a few other things for us to bring home to the freezer to eat. Several of these frozen packages are her vegetable-beef-spaghetti-noodle soup.  
Now, some of you may remember that I do not eat vegetable soup, because if I were to eat vegetable soup, I'd spend the whole time picking out my preferred veggies, soaking up the broth with crackers, and leaving a bowl of discarded lima beans, corn, green beans, etc. for someone else to eat. My picky eating is one of my personal trademarks, it's why I put a food grater on the front of my Memory Aids Digestion zine. When we were both small, my mom used to grind up vegetable soup for my brother, and if it was good enough for him, it was good enough for me to pitch a fit for insist on as well.
In a fit of curiosity, I thawed a container of that soup today, and was tickled to use the food grinder my mommy bought me years ago as a wedding gift, and ate vegetable soup without (being able to) picking out anything. It was a nice childhood revisit. And since I never cook vegetable soup myself, I was tickled that I got to use my food grinder, which sits in a dark corner of our kitchen cabinets, where it considers its life choices 12 months out of the year. Would like to tell Mom that I used it!!

However, my mom still *hates* my step-mom (30-what years later). So I can't really tell her whose soup I used it on. A question she is bound to ask, because she knows I don't cook vegetable soup. Because I don't eat vegetable soup.

The Best of Happy Birthdays to @wrdnrd!! 

Birthday Wishes for @littlebutfierce!!

MOVIE SPOILERS FOR THE LORAX (especially if you haven't read the book)

Used to love The Lorax when I was a kid. Enjoyed reading it to both my girls (over and over and over - what a nice long story for mommy to read while I patiently sit and listen and do not go to sleep). Just watched the movie which was mostly adorable and on message (rented a scratched up DVD so our viewing in some parts was spotty.

The main character's name is Theodore. Which I did not catch on to until the very end. When the hero plants the truffula seed and it grows, the Once-ler sees from his boarded up home, and says, quite sweetly "Thank you Ted" it occurred to me that Dr. Seuss' name was Theodore. Oh duh. And then I cried a little bit.

That is all.

You guys!! I have an internship with Whiskey Creek Press for the summer!!! I get to evaluate submissions, edit and galley-edit two books!!
I am so excited and nervous at the same time.

They have a 9-page style sheet that deals with not only cleaning up (stupid MS) code in the text but also incorrect dialog attribution an dialog tags. Heavy stuff for a greenhorn.

Have just realized I will be a) driving large 15-passenger van full of b) screaming, giggling pre-teens to c) Savannah, GA in one week and d) staying for 4 days while e) on my period. This is waaay out of my comfort zone.

Don't want to disappoint my darling Girl Scout, but if someone could mail me some stomach flu germs about Wednesday or Thursday, I would be so grateful.

Also: my new $10 watch actually ticks. I'm so old skool I've got cobwebs.

Why do I feel like I am always the one to initiate lunch dates with friends?
Going with the assumption that they all think I am whoa super busy and will call them when *I* have a free day is not helping anymore. Are we ALL that busy? :(