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Sep 08, 2009 05:35PM
Oh, Gwen you're having trouble with them too. Loose bankers? Are they the same as loose women? Just wondering. Look at them go, they think they're going to get out of there. Swim, that's right, to the top...hehehe. Sparky has long tentacles. Look at him roll that one up like a vienna sausage. Ewww...Sparky chew your food. that's gross.
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Oh, sparky I'm sorry I haven't been here more. Look, all your little fish friends are gone, I'll have to find you some more. What is that behind the rock? Did someone feed you while I was gone? I think he's still alive...oops he's hiding. Well, continue your little game sparky, don't let me stop you.
Words for the week because I forgot to record here;
Mon Sept 7 = 2106 words
Tues Sept 8 = 2094 words
Wed sept 9 = 1123 words
Thurs Sept 10 = 1949 words
Fri Sept 11 & Sat sept 12 No words, just editing. Lots and lots of editing.
Let's see if I can't write some tonight.
What an incredible amount of writing, Renee! To be able to do all of that on top of being a part of a large family is amazing!
Thanks Theresa. I am lucky that I get an hour or two either early morning, or after the kids go to bed. That's when I get most of it done. And the kids are back to school so I don't have the crazy amount of kids here anymore. Just the two little ones I babysit through the day and Kennedy. That's easy compared to 7+ kids.
PLus, if I don't get any writing done i'm really bitchy, so Kurt tries to make sure I get some time alone. Not every day, but when things start looking bad for him, he tries.
**Dumps bag of fish into Sparky's tank.** I see you've won your little game of hide and seek Sparky, good for you. Please don't eat all these little guys at once. They are helping to keep your tank clean you know.
I forgot to put in my word count for yesterday. I think I'd forget my brain if it weren't already in my head. Sorry, bad night with Kennedy last night. She did allow me 4 hours of sleep. Good thing she doesn't have school today.
1851 words. I know, so close to my goal and I probably could have made it, but I was so tired. And I got distracted by ice cream.
More than I've done for a while, sorting through website and admin/accounts stuff most fo the time, and back at work for numerous twelve hour days. I spent a lot of yesterday trying to organise my few spare moments so I can get some writing done again.
That's the hardest part. Now is the time when things calm down for me, so it's easier.
2048 words today. Short story, inspired by I don't know what late last night. Really messed up, but I love it. Just had to write it, and part of Granny's cookbook. Yes, a cookbook. It's a gift for the family. I don't need the extra work, but it will be worth it.Sparky, you've got a lot of fish still. Are you making friends? Or is someone feeding you? Nothing huh. Okay, go eyeball someone else. you're making me nervous.
Hello Renee, just checking in to see how you're doing. Hope all is well with you and yours, and that the work on the cookbook is inspiring!I'm very tempted to present Sparky with my landlord, who is in Thailand and being as much use to me there as he is when he's at work here. Should I remove the (unused) tools and stuff first, or does Sparky like extra fibre in his diet?
Sparky needs the fibre, I'd leave them, a little roughage wouldn't hurt him. I've been terrible for recording word counts lately. Mostly because I've been just writing 'on the fly' so I'm not taking the time to bother with them.
I have been writing, and editing. So maybe this week I'll start keeping track again.
I'm trapped on the freezer in my garage. The cat has found a mole. Nasty little shits those things are. It ran under my chair and up the blanket that was keeping me cozy and warm. I dropped the laptop, don't worry it's okay, and ran to the door and it chased me. I hate rodents, so I ran the other way, stupid cat right on my heels after the disgusting little mole. They scream (moles). Did you know that? He's screaming like crazy here. I wish the cat would just kill the stupid thing and be done with it. my coffee is almost gone and I would like to get more. Also, the freezer isn't very comfortable.
aww Renee hamsters scream too. I learned this when my mom had to pull my Hermaphrodite hamster (not really but it was supposed to be male and now we have had to give away hamster babies) out from behind the refrigerator!
GreenDaisy BlackStem wrote: "aww Renee hamsters scream too. I learned this when my mom had to pull my Hermaphrodite hamster (not really but it was supposed to be male and now we have had to give away hamster babies) out from b..."We had a rabbit that was supposed to be female and turned out to be male, and so our other rabbit had babies. You know how human women are only fertile for 2 days out of the month? Well, rabbits are always fertile because the act of sex makes them ovulate.
Furthermore, female rabbits have two uteruses. This means they can get pregnant while they are pregnant.
I could handle a screaming hamster or a twice pregnant freak rabbit, but a mole. I hate the little bastards. They're mean and they bite and it will not shut up. Dill (my cat) is hiding, patiently waiting for it to come out again. It just keeps yelling at him. Why doesn't it scurry back out the way it came in? It's freaking me out. The good news is I made a bridge of chairs, so I don't have to touch the floor when I come out. So I was able to go in and warm up my coffee, have a shower and feed the kids. Now I'm trying to figure out how to get it out of here.
My kids, especially Makani, would be asking to make a pet out of it. We have a continual outdoor frog house. When she loses one, she goes to get another. What freaks me out is how she can tame a frog.When she sees a cat, bird, turtle, whatever, she always asks if we can keep it.
my kids like to do that too, though not with rodents. I know, we have a ferret, but he's not the same.They know that I will never ever allow one of those things as a pet. I think my freaking out whenever I see one has made them scared. It's wrong, I know. Bad mom! But they move so fast and they're dirty and nasty and they can hide in tiny little places. Between them and snakes I'm not sure which makes me freak out more. Hmm..I think snakes.
Kurt is laughing at me right now because I knocked over the second chair of my bridge and I can't reach it. The mole is scurrying around, the cat close behind and I'm stuck at the freezer again. Do you think the asshole is helping? No, he's watching. I told him that I'm telling you all what a jerk he is. He doesn't care. I'll get him for this. He needs to remember I cook his food. Flax seed anyone?
Can't you set a trap for the mole? Maybe if everyone (except Dill) left the room, and there was a trap with something moles would find delicious, he'd get caught and the cat could finish the business outside instead? Scared rodents aren't a lot of fun, so I understand why the bridge is needed but it must still be very impractical for all concerned. Moles don't have very good eyesight I think, maybe you can use that somehow.
Moles yell at you and try to bite you. I don't like them. What do moles like to eat? I think he's gone now. The cat is back up in the window, so he can't be here. I hope not. Our cat doesn't go outside, he doesn't like it. So, he would finish the job in here, and I'd have to take it out. The last time he did that, I found pieces of mouse all over the living room. Have you ever pieced together a mouse? Wondering if you missed a chunk or two? That was the worst day ever.
I never want to beat that one. It was awful.
In Britain. moles are cute furry things that live underground, hardly ever come to the surface, ruin lawns with tunnels and molehills, and eat earthworms. They hardly ever scream, chase people or bite.Canadian moles, it would seem, are different :)
Let me tell you a little something about Canadian Moles. In general I'm told you don't see them very often. Perhaps I'm just lucky. But they are nasty little buggers. They're bold and sassy. They scream if you get too close to them and will chase you if you try to move away. We were infested with the bastards at my old house. You couldn't go into the back part of the basement without encountering one, so I didn't go there. It was unfinished, with a dirt floor. Creepy little corner of hell.
Anyway, so far in the three years we've been here, I've seen at least four or five of them. Outside. This is the first that dared intrude on my office (garage). The dog ate him yesterday. I don't know if he'll die, but he will be forever remembered for his heroic deed. Thanks Harley, you are ugly but brave.
The cat is nothing to me anymore. Just played with the thing, swatting it here and there and then letting it run away.
Moles are yucky. Worse than mice because they don't run off and hide where I can't see them. No, they have to run up my leg, into shoes, and Kurt's hockey bag. That would have been funny. He's making fun of me and goes to hockey to find a biting little buddy in his jock strap. Oh, I have an idea for the next one. hehehehe
Okay, first thing is to feed Sparky. He's been eating those fish for too long. Time for a treat. Here's one of the parents who decided they'd drive home with their kids after drinking at a birthday part all day long. Seriously people, one person needs to be sober to drive. Don't worry, I got him before he put the key in the ignition. Stupid ass.Next word counts. yes, I finally remembered to track them.
Yesterday's count 1443 words.
Today's count, so far anyway, 3211 words. I've been writing most of the morning. Yay me. No sporadic sentences when I find a few minutes to write them. I wrote an entire chapter. yay me.
Thanks, I've got one more for Sparky. Yeah, he's the guy with the mop that missed a spot in the shoe aisle. Sorry man, someone's gotta pay and i can't feed my family to you. That's not how I roll.Quit crying like a baby, be a man.
Good morning Sparky, my but you are peppy today. Look at you zipping around your tank. I guess Walmart food is good for you. Maybe I'll find you some more. Perhaps I could feed you one of the members of council here. Yes, after enduring a summer of construction here, a big gaping hole in front of my house for three months and men sitting on my lawn throwing their garbage and pieces of metal and plastic around, apparently they need to rip the road up again. Perhaps if they'd done it right the first time...They better fix my driveway this time, they ruined it before. There's a canyon at the lip of it that your vehicle must leap across or suffer damage. Assholes. Oh, and now they want to come in and take pictures of our houses so that they have record of the condition prior to construction. What the hell are they planning to do?
Words for yesterday, 2749.
Total 2009, so far = 308,481 words
Wow renee- your word count is awesome. I see i missed quite a bit while stuck in corn land- the part about the mole is hillarious. I've taught my kids to kill the mice with Dad's shoes. If we'd been there, they'd have been chasing it around with big old shoes trying to do the "wack-a-mole" thing.Better to learn to squish it than to be scared of it. But that's okay. Next time I freak out due to an infestation of ants crawling up me- you can laugh back at me.
Snakes? Rodents? no problem. Ants? eeeewww.
I can handle ants, not a problem. Don't like them but they don't freak me out. Snakes, moles, mice, and anything like that will send me climbing the nearest piece of furniture. I'm not crazy about chipmunks either. I've seen those little shits attack people.One bug I cannot stand is an earwig. Those are the nastiest looking little things. Ugh. I have moved because of them. I mean, packed up my stuff and found somewhere else to live. Waking up covered in them, they were even in my underwear, in my ears, and on my mouth, (shivers at the memory) was enough to make my decision. I could not stay in that place a minute longer.
Oh, and I hate spiders. Yuck. I don't seem to like many of God's creatures. Not unless they're gentle little pretty things, that can't crawl in my underwear while I sleep. Kittens, puppies, ferrets, are all nice.
Earwigs are called that because theya re found in CORN ears. so I see a zillion of them everyday. Aphids, earwigs, ladybugs, and hornets- all love the corn. I take it that you'd not like to go picking with me then? bummer, we could have such fun together in the corn.well...not really, but the free labor would be nice.
You bet we'd have fun, if I can see where they are and am fully clothed I can handle them. I would totally pick corn with you. What are Aphids? I'm not sure I like the sound of those. Some day, if I'm up your way in corn pickin season, I will stop by. I'll bring some cocktails, my play clothes and we'll pick so much corn you'll be able to take the next day off to nurse your hangover.
Alas, I don't drink, but I'd get a kick out of seeing you sloshed. Ever been cow-tipping? okay actually that's a wives tale, but we could think of semething fun to do. Maybe go up to yellowstone park and chase a few buffalo around.
Okay, I'll drink your drinks and you can be the one who keeps me standing. I'd think chasing buffalo would be fun. What if they turn around? What if they don't understand the game? That would suck, especially with me being a little wobbly. We should have a backup plan just in case. Henry, you want to come chase buffalo?
On Thanksgiving weekend we're going to observe that rarely seen beast, the cougar. At the Tweedsmuir. It's always fun. You want a pet cougar henry? I could take pictures, then you could choose the one you like.
I don't know if we're thinking of the same Cougar. These ones don't have whiskers, I hope they don't. I'm sure they have fangs though.Spot is the Princess here, I'm not sure I'd bring another female around. She might get jealous. I nearly forgot, Kennedy is giving spot some pretty princess shoes she has outgrown. They have feathers on them, hot pink, and stylin. There are four, don't worry. Kennedy always gets doubles it seems, because of the daycare kids. We have to make sure there are no fights.
I'll bring them over later. After WEndy and I check out the buffalo.
Thanks for dropping by Paige. Sparky likes visitors, as long as you stay far enough away from the tank. I forgot to record my word count for Saturday and Sunday.Saturday= 2680 words
Sunday = 1566 words.
Getting back on track slowly. I was on a roll yesterday but then Kennedy started feeling sick and I had to set it aside. Maybe today I'll be as productive, once I sleep.
I hope your fingers feel better today. I know it's irritating to lose them for a few days. Today I can use all of my left hand except for the pinkie- and even that one mostly works. Nice.It's good to have friends that insist you go take care of yourself. So...if you still are tingly today, follow tj's advice and have it checked.
I've shocked myself before, yes I know it's hard to believe. It's going away, as it always does. Besides, if I go to my doctor over one more clumsy mistake, he's going to lecture me. He's not a whole lot older than I am, it's rather uncomfortable to hear him handing me sage advice and stern scoldings. You should have heard him when I pulled a muscle in my neck because I moved furniture by myself. I have moved a fridge a thousand times before that and never hurt myself. Jeepers, so once I slip. Big deal.But seriously, two fingers tingle at the tips, that's better than yesterday when most of my hand was numb and tingly. Shocks hurt.
I remember when I was about ten, I stuck a knife in a light socket, 'just because'. That was a hospital trip. My mom was so mad at me. I broke the light.
Wendy,Akin to 'cow tipping', there's a place on the highway near Lake Chelan where a cow fell onto a car.
The car was going along normally when 'WHAM' there was the cow on the roof. The car survived. Not so sure about the cow. Now the Chelan community sells T-shirts with an outline of a falling cow and a warning.
Hahahahah! Jeanne, I'm sorry for the cow, but that's about the funniest thing I've heard in a while. Can you even imagine the shock? "What happened to your car?"
"Cow storm."
heheehee
Jeanne- so was there a tornado in the area? A bridge overhead? HOw does a cow fall on a car?Very interesting.
I always laugh when people think cow-tipping is real since when you walk up to a pasture- the cows know where you are long before you can find them. YOu'd be hard pressed to find one that was asleep enough that you could get close and tip it over.
I suppose the point is to have country folks invite city people over and tell them how fun it is...then sit back and watch the mischeif.
We tried it once, teenagers with nothing better to do than steal Dad's whiskey and terrorize farm animals, it didn't go well for us. My brother got kicked it the, ahem, balls. Had to go to the doctor because they swelled really bad. Funny now, not so funny then. I fell in a really big cow patty, and my friend got hooked on the fence, nearly ripping her pants off. Of course, all of us except my brother giggled hysterically until we dragged him through the door of my house. Then my Dad was waiting. Oh, he was mad. He did laugh the next day, but we were worried about my brother's ability to have kids later on. Apparently we had nothing to worry about. He had three girls in as many years and another a few years after that. Seems he wasn't permanently affected by the kick. He hates cows now though. Which really sucked for most of his teen years. My dad dehorned and castrated for local farmers when he was laid off for the winter, my brother had to help.
I went once, Dad never asked me to help again. We won't discuss that adventure.
YOu are soooo funny. THat would have made a good video.
WE could have made many good videos. It's best we didn't, wouldn't want any evidence.
The highway follows the edge of Lake Chelan. As you drive north on this 2-lane highway, the lake is on your left and a sheer rockface about 18 feet high is on your immediate right. On top of that cliff is a meadow where cows graze. Of course it is fenced, but ask Wendy--or anyone else who has lived in the country--how reliable fences are over a long time period. Poor cow -- but it does succeed as a great surprise.
hi Sparky, oh you look angry. Run out of fish? Sorry, here's some more. Oh, and some leftovers from the big turkey dinner. You like turkey don't you?Thought I'd get my words down before I forget.
Friday: 1543 words
Saturday: 2434 words
Sunday: nothing
Monday: 2038 words.
cause you like funky dangerous creatures!
oh, sorry, brain fart. That's what happens when you stay out all night. It's bad and you should never do it.And I do love funky dangerous creatures. they're fun.
Well just remember, moderation. There is such thing as too much of a good thing. Not that I won't do it again, because we know i will.
Duh!Just promise to wear better clothing than Hagrid is all I ask.
Okay the we're all setAHH! RENEE! IT GOT DARK!! THE LAST TIME I LOOKED UP FROM THE SCREEN IT WAS SUNNY!!
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