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Never Say Never

I am currently doing a thing I’d said I’d never do. VERY currently. RIGHT THIS SECOND I was doing it, and I paused to come here and tell you I was doing it, and as soon as finish telling you I am going to go right back and do it some MORE.

Best Beloveds, I am writing a sequel.

Well. Kinda.

I always said I wouldn’t EVER write a true sequel because, look, I write rowdy books. I shoot people, I drown them, I smash in their heads. If you are my character, you may not make it out of Chapter 1.

And...

A Picture of Monday in Bleach and Blue

Mango would like it known he resents being cast as the ominous murderer in so many of my recent blog pet pictures, to which I reply, “Perhaps you should stop looming around, terrorizing Ansley. Maybe stop making blood-lusty throat-goat warbles and giving yourself minor brain damage by hurling your face into the glass in a futile attempt get at my little birds.”

Now he isn’t speaking to me. CATS! Such DIGNITY. A cat is little more than a massive scoop of dignity surrounded by a purr-box and som...

Pick Your Pretty

SO I did a book club call last night – V fun group.

One of them, Nora Lindberg, wrote some Haiku in response to A GROWN-UP KIND OF PRETTY.

This one was my favorite:

What kind of pretty are they-

Hair pretty, smart pretty, or Mom pretty?

Tough pretty wins every time.

I tried to decide which was me. LORD knows I can’t claim any kind of hair pretty. Mine gets cut maybe once a year and has all these gray strands. I mean, er, all these VERY EXPENSIVE SILVER SINGLE STRAND HIGHLIGHTS. *cough*

Nah. It’s...

Silent Assumption

Let’s play Silent Assumption. If I go silent here, assume things are bad. As in, Last week, Dad was back in CCU for the bulk of it. If you notice me not blogging, and you are a you who prays, my silence is an excellent indication that it is time to throw in a word for Bob Jackson.

But oh look, here I am again. NOT silent, so assume Dad is home now and doing well, on a new cocktail of drugs that may, this time, please God, make his heart go properly on pumping his blood through all his wonderfu...

The Cat of Damocles, Looming on Ash Wednesday

Scott took this pic. Ansley is looking at me. See the worried ears?

She is asking me with the plaintive eyeballs WHY I have allowed this AWFUL, TERRIFYING CAT, the one with all the POINTY BITS on his EVIL FEET, to perch above her. Do I not KNOW this cat can drop upon her and rend her in twain, Lo, any moment? At his LEISURE? Maybe now, maybe in ten minutes.

Maybe she will fall asleep and then! AND THEN! Maybe he will just sit there for five years, ten years. Twenty, even, and NOT drop, and N...

My Hobbit Name is Fussins of Fuss-end

First of all, my dad was back in CCU last week and all this weekend with some congestive heart failure. Just a LITTLE bit. Heh. We’ve all been in Birmingham. They thought it was a heart attack or pulmonary embolism, but it was a problem with some clotting in his graft. They were able to go in and fix it, but…It was scary. He is back home now, and seems VERY GOOD. Even so—If you are a praying sort, we would surely like some.

Second of all, THANK YOU for the big rally round, for the wise advice...

You SUCK, Goodnight, Moon (or, A Moral Dilemma)

I tried to think of a book NO ONE could possibly hate…and here are quotes from 2 of the (57!!!!) 1 star reviews I found on Amazon:

“The story is boring. It just points out various things in a room, then proceeds to say “good night” to all the objects in the room.”

“The bunnies are creepy and there are weird [sic] things going on.”

Listen, you publish a book, someone, somewhere is going to hate it, and they are going to post their reasons on the internet in the most vehement, unkind terms pos...

Gangnam-Good Intentions

Gangnam Style “The 5 Basic Steps” infographic by Hugo A Sanchez.

SO. I owed you a dance. Yes? If you check your yellowed dance card from 20 years ago, you might see my name is there, by Gangnam.

I had such good intentions! I got deep into the campaign for Good Reads, and my friend Alison came up with the video idea. I said no, even though it was a bril idea, because I had lost my flip phone fpor several years in a row, and when I found it, it wouldn’t hold a charge. PLUS flip ohones are...

How I Finally Got Organized and Learned to Love my Closet

I wrote began a long series about my TOTAL INABILITY to have tidiness be a regular guest in my home/car/life. It started with AN OPEN LETTER TO THE EVANGELLICALLY ORGANIZED and ended, well, nowhere, and never because of my aforementioned TOTAL INABILITY TO BE TIDY.

Now? I am a very organized person, in a tidy house that could welcome visitors shamelessly with 0 – 10 mins prep time. I am HAPPIER. I am CALMER. This WORKED for me. Warning: It is a BUTT PAIN. And it may not work for you. *shrug*...

They Meant Well

I want to live in the Cheese Store of Cedarhurst.

Sometimes people say things that are probably TRUE, but I do not want them to be true, so my natural reaction is to become enraged with the horrible person who is saying true things I do not like.

Prime example. A woman at a Weight Watcher’s meeting once said, “Getting to your goal weight is going to require accepting that cheese is a CONDIMENT, not a FOOD.”

Then I killed her. Then I ate her. “ARE YOU A CONDIMENT???” I screamed at her corpse,...