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So hey! It’s Thursday. Already? Wow, where did the week go? There’s something about a glut of snow and snowdays to throw everything off. We’re at 73 and a half inches of snow for the year so far. This doesn’t work well in my favor when I try to convince people, yes, we have winter weather but, no we are not the arctic tundra we’re purported to be. When I was in Atlanta this past September I had a few people ask me if we had snow yet. It was pretty funny since back home it was actually warmer than down south. They were shocked when I explained that, no we don’t usually get snow until possibly December and that our snowy season usually starts in January. I believe I dashed all their beliefs about the cold north. At least, weather-wise. We’re still the yanks who burned Atlanta and think we won the war.
So with the snow, my kids were sent home from school in the middle of the day yesterday and have a snow day today. It’s beautiful outside right now. An untouched blanket of white, gleaming beneath the sun. No more snow coming down right now. Actually, I was surprised the kids didn’t have school today but the plows haven’t hit anything but main streets yet. Actually, a few minutes ago, a tractor went trucking past. They’ve apparently called in reinforcements. It didn’t do anything, though. Just drove past which is very odd since both ends of my street are dead ends. People don’t just drive past.
I have a secret. It’s pathetic. But I’m going to tell you anyway. I’ve found myself sucked into reading a book this week. My book. A book I wrote. Have you ever done that? I’m just reading it, a bit enthralled and loving the story. It’s been a good year since I last read it, so it’s been like rediscovering an old friend.
My son is still perplexed about yesterday. He keeps sayng paparazzi. Let’s face it as bad as paparazzi is, it’s a fun word to say. To answer Kelly, without posting a picture of my son…he’s an average looking kid. Decent looking with black-brown hair and dark brown eyes. He looks a few years older than he is and has the lean build of a mid-teenager. And he’s nice. I’m sure that’s the attraction. Nice with a wicked sense of humor. I’ll bring a picture to RT.
Back to paparazzi… Do you think they went with Angelina Jolie to Iraq. And what the heck is she thinking? She has like 7 bazillion kids. And if most of the rag magazines are telling the truth, she’s pregnant. Do you think she’ll adopt an Iraqi child? Don’t get me wrong–which would be easy after what I just wrote, but I really DO like Angelina Jolie. This just doesn’t make a lot of sense. Too many peace-keepers and humanitarians have already been killed there. Which is very sad because in general a lot of people need help. Not indoctrinization. Help. (See Brynn go off on another tirade. I should have offered seatbelts for this blog entry.) You know, the basics…food, water, clothing, medicines, etc. Okay, having kids doesn’t preclude a person from helping, pregnant, mother of a bazillion or not, but honestly, this visit seems…off.
Speaking of off. So I did something I never do this morning. I put on make-up. I just felt like it. No big deal here though. Nobody noticed. Maybe they were distracted by my gleaming, brushed hair.
Speaking of distracted (see I told you you needed seatbelts), there’s this guy. During tax time–right NOW–he stands outside waving at passing traffic all day long. Rain or snow. I want to bring the guy a coffee. And I want to know why his Statue of Liberty costume is red. He has a blue-grey version too. But this year, he’s whipped out the red. She must be really pissed this year. What’s weirder is when he wears his ski-mask with it. I call him the Bandit Statue of Liberty. Someone call 911.
Wait! On to 911 (no I haven’t had coffee today. Not a drop. Perhaps that’s my problem), there was a 4 year old in the news today who called 911 and saved his mom’s life when she fell into a diabetic coma. I find that amazing. When my kids were 4, I can’t imagine them doing that. They’d have jumped on me and told me to wake up. It took me forever to convince them the number wasn’t 991. Kudos to that little kid. You rock mister! (I’d link to the article but I can’t find it now!!)
Question: Britney’s personal manager. Drugging her or not? What are your thoughts?
Here’s the scoop:What could you spend an eternity doing? What is your passion? Your hunger? Your deepest desire? Each day beginning February 5 and running through February 14 one of the ten authors will complete the line, “My darling I could spend eternity…” on either their blog or website. Collect all ten answers and e-mail them to email@example.com with Eternally Yours in the subject line to win some hot, romantic books. There will be three lucky Valentine winners.
The prizes –1st prize–5 books2nd prize–3 books3rd prize–2 booksEntries must be in by February 16 at midnight EST. All books and prize winners will be drawn randomly.
Sandra Cox Silverhills
Mona Risk To Love a Hero
Brynn Paulin Tribute For the Goddess
Bronwyn Green Mystic Circle
Cindy Spencer Pape Stone and Earth
N.J. Walters Seduction of Shamus O’Rourke
Elyssa Edwards Mating Stone
Amarinda Jones Shades of Gray
Kelly Kirch Time for Love
Anny Cook Honeysuckle
Good luck!!! I’m off to finish watching season three of Charmed. Coming soon…my rant on how they totally destroyed Cole’s character arc/story line. Urgh!!!!
Okay. Bye now.