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Characters On Couches: Joss Ravid and the Mandatory Psych Assessment

So over at the Pub (Click the couch to visit!) Murphy has decided to host a blog hop.

I’m not often a participant in blog hops, but it sounded fun and I had this idea, so…

Behold! Joss Ravid gets in trouble. Well, okay, that’s nothing new. Behold! Joss cross-dresses!

Wait, that’s nothing new either. Umm…

Anyway, Joss, before the events of Queen’s Man. Because I wanted to, and because I should have been doing something else. Naturally.

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Dr. Flynn ushered the young man into the office and offered h...

god help us, a teenager

My kid is turning fourteen.

Fourteen. Wow. Thirteen was rough, but I could still be in denial. Thirteen isn’t really a teenager, really. She’s just started! The first year doesn’t count!

My kid is now a teenager. God help us all. In two years she’ll be eligible to drive (in one year and six months, she can get her learner’s permit!) Four more years and she and I might be going to college together.

Pardon me while I boggle. I should be doing about half a million things, but I’m just kind of floor...

What’s Your Reread Ratio?

Today I found this awesome review of Knight Errant, in which the author says they will reread KE, though they “NEVER read a book more than once!”

It’s hugely flattering! But the roomie and I didn’t understand how someone could read all (almost, yay!) (ahem) all books only once.

So I’m wondering. What’s your reread ratio? Most books I read just once, but when I read The Hobbit, I turned around and read it again something like eight more times. The library had to pry it back from me. With a crowb...

A Protective Squid

Roommate and child share a bedroom. Roommate went to bed first, I suggested when child went to bed that she not turn on the light.

Because she’s been watching Supernatural, this did not appeal. Nor was she appeased when I pointed out that if there were any monsters in her room, they wouldn’t be hungry because they’d have just eaten the roommate.

I loaned her a protective squid.

Legitimate Uses of YouTube With Homework

So for me, listening to songs in English while trying to do Spanish homework makes the work more difficult.

Fortunately there’s YouTube.

I love this song.

Can I understand it yet? No. I haven’t actually gone to look for translations for fear it will annoy me. I just like to listen to it.

Me gusta escuchar música.

Oh Screw It

I was going to write an intelligent and insightful post, but then my brain ran off. Have a deep, insightful music video instead.

For the record, I love this song. This video just amuses me.

I’m Not Here

Not mentally, at least. I swear I remember deciding years ago not to wait until I was yawning my jaw off to blog. I was supposed to do it before I got started on the night’s work…

Yeah, whatever. School goes on. I still love it. Doesn’t leave me much time.

Received some lovely compliments on Lukas and Alan in the last few days. Wish I’d written (some) of the sequel when I thought I had time. But it’s okay. It will happen. Eventually. (probably.)

No estoy aqui.

I Create It All

When I was in elementary and high school, I slid by with as little effort as I could manage. I generally read the assignments, and sometimes I did the work but mostly I didn’t. In high school especially, I did homework consistently for one and only one teacher. Despite this, due to inborn ability and little credit to me, I graduated with honors. One could argue, though, that I had learned very little.

In my first college career, I did the assignments. I was paying for that education, after all...

Two Feet Away

My backpack is two feet away on my bed, but it might as well be miles.

Today we (Adventure Friend and I and the kids) went up Mt. Lemmon and went hiking. It was awesome, it was glorious…it was exhausting.

We saw flowers and birds and squirrels, rocks and trees and moss and water. We had lunch on the patio of a lovely restaurant and came down and I grabbed my book to lie down and recover a bit.

I’m upright now, but not recovered. I loved every minute of today, but I have no energy left. Not even...

Upside the Head

Is that even a saying anywhere but my hometown?

And if people don’t know what it means to get a smack upside the head, can I do it anyway?

I really think it would make the world a better place.