WoW

Working on leveling to 50. Kill, maim, destroy. Woohoo!!

Murder She Wrote

Enjoying watching some "Murder, She Wrote" while DH is off working. Sometimes it's vastly amusing to go back and see old shows and sometimes how badly or how well they hold up.

Mrs. Fletcher must have a lot of nieces and nephews.

Noise Machines

Men are noise machines. They try so hard to be quiet and then? They kick something and curse profusely. When we ask if they are okay, they respond with "Oh, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet."

Like the thundering of a herd running through the middle of a piano concerto.

Teenybopper

New Hampshire has elected a 20 year old to a county treasurer position. Her opponent called her a "teenybopper" who got brain washed college students to vote for her and that's the only reason she won.

How lame is that?

Hmm...

I'm going to see the DH.

I am looking forward to it.

I don't have to be at work for a week.

Oh yes, I still am writing it down.

I am such a bitch. :)

Old Friends

Heard from someone tonite I haven't talked to in around a year.

It was good to hear from her and get the chance to vent on something that she totally gets.

Awesome.

Damn I'm Crude

I realized here in July that I was editing myself here on my blog to try to keep from offending anyone. I thought about it for a while and I'm going to keep details to myself but I'm not going to censor who I am anymore. It took this long to come to that point.

Watch out world, here I am.

Vote!!

You'd better have voted. Otherwise? I will hear no bitching from you.

Walking

Lots of walking and working. Hubby came to visit last week - it was really nice to see him. I wish we could be together more often but such is life.


Walking to Rivendell - 179 miles. Camp in western part of marches. (3rd day from Bree.)

Walking...

Walking to Rivendell - 5 miles today - total 15 miles.

Ooph. And I feel it. Mother's Day. And we went to lunch. And planted flowers. And did yard work. And worked on the clogged drain. And on, and on, and on.

I'm going to bed now, G'nite.

"All knowledge is worth having."
- Anafiel no Delauney,
Kushiel's Dart

Miss Marple!

Mystery! has been playing Miss Marple mysteries. I don't know the actresses' name but she is a riot.


Walking to Rivendell - 10 miles. (Stop in a birch grove. Eat a frugal supper.)

Walking to Rivendell

From Bag End to Rivendell - 458 miles (from the Eowyn Challenge Site.)

Progress so far with 3 days under my belt....not much. BUT I have made it to Tookland.

Walking to Rivendell - 5.5 miles.

The Office?

Not that funny.
PBS?
Infinitely interesting for some odd reason. Been watching too much Miss Marple on Mystery!

GAH!!

I'm getting old. *sigh*

Crash Into You

Yoga nearly every day = muscles you never knew you had.

That is all.

Some days it's all about the reading

There are days when it is nice to do nothing but read a good book. And listening to some good authors discuss their business and their books. Nice.

Sickness

I truly hate being sick. The hacking, nose blowing, throwing-upness. Blech.

Lots of fluids, lots of t.v. and lots of medicine later I'm starting to feel better. I received the expansion set for my game so I'm going to get that going here in a minute, but first a little Dexter. That is one twisted show.

Something Musically Cool

Gotta love WoW

The Wheel has Turned

And the fantasy world is a little poorer this week. James Rigney, Jr. - pen name Robert Jordan - passed on from this world to the next on Sunday. I've read quite a few tributes, posts, blogs and remembrances. They all point out to me that this world has lost not just a good writer but a good man.

"And there are never any words except 'The light shine on you, and the Creator shelter you. The last embrace of the mother welcome you home.'"
-Loial, The Great Hunt pg. 178

An Extraordinary Author

In the whirlwind of packing and family stress and drama, I had totally forgotten that I had won a contest on Paperback Writer's blog. The package came today. It had a neat tote bag that Mom thought was extremely cute (and so did I) various and sundry little surprises, more books that you can shake a stick at (Wabi Sabi for Writers, Tied to the Tracks, The Spooky Art, Soul Song, and several others) and these.






They were signed.

I did a little dance around the living room and squealed like a teenage girl at a boy band concert. My husband thinks I'm weird now.

What I don't think I could ever express to the author is how much this thrills me. I've never owned a book signed just for me. She troubled herself sending this to me (USPS instead of UPS because of the moving issue) and she didn't have to. I've never thought that I could win anything like this. I didn't think I was worth the trouble. Granted, this was sheer luck of the draw - but still...

I needed to hear/receive something positive. And I did.

And for the first time in more months than I want to think about, I want to write.

That is inspiration.

Thanks, PBW.