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Jul 13, 2009 10:07AM

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Yesterday I did much better. Although I spent most of the day updating my website with pictures of Tweed, I managed to get some writing in. 2648 words.
That makes 2009 total = 231,767
July total = 27,385

So very busy here, I'm not getting much writing time. I only managed 2061 words yesterday. Today I hope to get more. Next week is going to be slow, so let's keep our fingers crossed.
words so far in 2009=233,828
July total = 29,346
That's 16 days left, to reach 50,000 words I'll have to write at least 1290 each day. That's doable. To reach 100k and meet Paul's challenge I'd have to write, about 4420 words each day, a little more challenging, but not impossible. I'll be happy to reach 50k. We'll see.

The good news is I have three ten year olds in the basement ready for a nap. Yep, movie is on, popcorn is made and they are almost asleep. (One is sleeping), my five year old is not so easy. She wants to go swimming now. I don't think so.
So, I will try to get at least an hour or two in. We shall see.

Oh how cute!! I have a baby dragon. What does it eat? Does it know the potty rules? I forgot it had a name too. I called him Inc. for inconvenient. Yes I did.


Yesterday was better, I was able to write 3474 words. That's great. I only had two kids other than my own for the afternoon, but they destroyed the basement. Kurt wasn't happy, but hey, he needs to get over himself before he's furniture. I was going to clean today, jeez. It's a basement for crying out loud.
Oh, well. Today we need to cut the grass, rake pooh, and clean toilets. Yipppee!
Total so far 2009=237,300
Total July=32,820

I've got about an hour before I have to go do the dirty deed. I'll mow first, maybe most of it will scatter, like fertilizer. Then Kurt can get mad about something legitimate.
Imagine, kids messing up a basement full of toys. I never heard of such a thing. We must get new kids who understand that basements are not meant for recreation and fun. Certainly not basements full of toys. Gasp! How could they not know?

And children are to be seen and not heard- didn't you know?
Har har har

I didn't hear them, hence the mess. I was too busy sitting on my ass eating bon bons and painting my nails apparently. I wouldn't have been cleaning, cooking, looking after dogs, and such. No, if I had, I'd have heard the mess being made down there. Stupid men, I'd like to see him do one day, just one day of my life here. He'd run screaming and it wouldn't be clean, that's for darn sure.
He can barely control our two much less five more who don't give a shit about our house or punishment. I should really start making the parents pay for stuff that gets broke or ruined. Then maybe, he won't be so mad.
He'll get his, don't you worry. I'm going to clean his shower, but not scrub all of the cleaner away. Then I'm going to forget to refill his toilet paper, that always sucks. Then I'm going to lose his tooth brush. Yep.
Then I'll wash his clothes with the towels so they're full of linty stuff, he hates that. Being without a dryer, I can't get it off.
While making supper tonight, I'm going to slightly over cook the meat and under cook the veggies.
After all of that, I'll wait until he goes to bed before I vacuum.
See how this works? I can irritate him way more than he could ever irritate me. I might leave all the lights on too so when he gets up tomorrow, his head explodes while he calculates the hydro bill.


I use a towel only once.(this is a huge sin) and sometimes I put dishes away wet.
He also hates it if I fart. He farts every ten minutes or so, but not me. Ladies don't fart. WEll, guess what...sometimes you just gotta do it. So there.

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Too funny.


say's the girl whose profile pick looks like an advertisment for cover girl

I agree, a little humor makes it easier to go deeper into darknes, without feeling all creepy and weird for enjoying it. Not that I feel creepy or weird. I enjoy it without those annoying feelings.

Sometimes I wake with a husband on one side, a kid on the other, and a little kid curled up on my chest. And guess what- THATS HOT! I gotta have my feet out sometimes.

He doesn't care about the sheets, he'll climb in before I even get a chance to get one on sometimes. I hate that.
Some nights I'm glad Kennedy gets up so I can leave that smelly dog-fart room and sleep with my sweet smelling little girl instead. Sure she sticks her knees in my back and tangles her fingers in my hair, but she has never peed on me.


*Waggles stinky foot in Renee's direction.*

*Waggles stinky foot in Renee's direction.*"
Okay what's with hospital corners I don't get it!

Bed-shmed. Who makes those anyway?

Bed-shmed. Who makes those anyway?"
oh okay i'm sorry I didn't understand!


Bed-shmed. Who makes those anyway?"
o..."
I repeat my earlier post but thanks for telling me


Wendy, you will lose those stinky feet and then where will you be?
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