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Gucci, gucci Typhoid Mary...

...You were a good fish (although very beleaguered.)

It is my sad duty to inform you all that Typhoid Mary, our one remaining tetra in the five gallon tank who bravely survived (for several weeks) the attack of the moldy, zombie horde, died yesterday of an unknown cause. She will be missed by family and friends. She leaves behind no next of kin (see zombie horde of the molding eyeball fame....eeeewww). A "seaside" memorial service was held. Mason Rounds officiating.

Gucci, gucci, you were a

The Weekend

Right now I'm suffering from a bad sun burn. On Saturday, the family and I went up to Siren, Wisconsin to hang out for the day at our friends' cabin. We had originally planned to go for the whole weekend, but Shawn is off for a business trip to D.C. and didn't want the hassle of packing/unpacking/repacking. (Travel generally makes Shawn nervous. VERY nervous.) So our compromise (I really, really wanted to go) was that we'd head up just for the day. No packing invovled. Of course, Shawn st

Kohlrabi Convert

We got our first box of CSA veggies yesterday, and I just ate half a kohlrabi. They are AWESOME raw. Thanks to dddragonlady for the encouragement to try it raw with a little salt. At the risk of a vegitable version of "it tastes like chicken," kohlrabi in my personal opinion tastes very much like a raddish. It has a very peppery bite, a watery crunch, and just hint of its cabbage family origins. The only good advice I read before chopping it up was to remove its skin/casing. It's not easy

Pandemic at Home

We got a note from Mason's school on Thursday reporting that some kids had come down with something that might have been Swine Flu... well, wouldn't you know it? Friday night Mason is sick with ALL the Swine Flu symptoms: headache, chills, fever, cough, sore throat and fatigue. So, even though he has recovered very quickly, he will be spending the next five days home with me. And, any of you who hung out with me (or Mason) over the past few days... check your symptoms!! And stay home if you

When the Writers' Group says "uhm," it's Time for a Do-Over.

Last night at Wyrdsmiths, the reception of my newest re-vision of the prequel was met with a resounding, "Uhm." My favorite part was when Eleanor declined to critique it until she'd heard whether or not everyone else was going to completely trash it. After Bill made happy noises that I was at least making progress, Eleanor decided "well, if Bill likes it, it's probably okay."

Wow.

So this morning I am starting again.

I have no fraking idea why I am struggling so much to write this book. I deci

Sunshine is my friend

You can all be offically jealous of my lay-about lifestyle now. I just spent the past two hours sitting outside in the backyard writing.

Yeah, it *was* awesome.

I haven't done the dishes or anything. The only thing I did was that when I felt the old I'm-writing-restlessness come on, I got up and pulled a few weeds and planted a couple of terra cotta pots as toad houses. (I loved toads a child, and would love to encourage them to hang out in my backyard. I haven't seen many in the Twin Cities

Quick Note

...cuz I'm trying to write.

Had one of my "you forgot to go to the convention" dreams last night. I have a LOT of reoccurring dreams. My mind seems a bit lazy, honestly. I reuse set peices, houses, and other dream scenery. But I have this particular dream often, and it goes like this: I'm at a convention party late in the evening, Sunday, the last day of the con. I realize two things: 1) I never registered and 2) when I go find registration, I get the list of panels that I completely missed

Just Ramblin'

Do you ever wonder if the Universe protects you when you're about to say/do something stupid (or possibly offensive)? I was all set to type something rather racey into my FB status line when my pathetic excuse for an internet provider crashed. (What the frak good is "local only" when you're dialing up???) Anyway, the moment it took to reconnect gave me the pause for introspection enough to change the wording enough to be more vague.... and safer.

Thank you, Universe. I owe ya one.

I don't real

Monday, Monday...

I don't know if you noticed, but it's Monday. I woke up in a foul mood today, and was very snippy with my family. I'd blame the weather, but I actually like cold, rainy, dark days and God/dess knows we need the moisture. Though the weather might have a little to do with it because for the first time in a long, long time the sound of thunder woke me up last night. At first I didn't know what it was, then it rolled again and I was like, "Oh, okay, nothing fell. It's just a boom of thunder."

Rain!

It's finally raining here in Saint Paul. It started early this morning and has been soaking us non-stop all day. We need it badly, though it meant that there was no "bouncy house" at the birtday party Mason attending this afternoon for a school friend. Mason, of course, asked after it in his very precocious way and informed me that, "it most assuredly will be here next year."

The party was a lot of fun, despite the fact that it was regulated to the indoors. The mom had crafts ready, and the