Insomnia

And no. Not the kind where I see little men in white coats with sharp scalpels cutting people's life strings. (Obscure Stephen King reference, and one of my favorite books of his)
I've been getting to sleep well after midnight and waking up at six.
This is unnatural. I don't give a shit who you are.
And it certainly doesn't work for me.
I'm on my porch last night smoking at twelve-thirty. Insanity, I tell ya.

FINISHED WIND GODDESS!!!
Holy shit. I swear to God. I will never, ever, do that "write a book in a weekend" shit again.
O
M
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I'll be working on WATS this weekend. It's around 35,000 in. I need to find a way to get those neat little bar things that show my progress up on my blog. Um...somehow.
Also, starting on Earth Goddess. And considering Eden (the Earth Goddess, herself) keeps popping into my head, I'd say she's impatient for me to tell her story.
Sheesh. Goddesses. *eye roll*
Let's see. What's happend around here?
Hmmmmm
Have had a particularly shitty week at work. Short-handed. Busier than hell. Issues with friends and their problems. And I've had a bit of shocker. It's not my news to tell, but suffice it to say, it's taken me off of my equilibrium. If, in fact, I was ever there to begin with.
ppppfffttttttttttt
Oh!
And Middle Chicken got kicked off the bus for poking holes in a school bus seat. She wouldn't roll on her friend, so apparently I'm paying for BOTH seats. Just shows you how fucked up the Admin is at my childrens' school. It always amazes me that they don't want to deal with parents unless they want something.
Yeah
*snort*
It's great.
Downloaded some music from iTunes. So I'm jamming to Leona Lewis, Toby Keith, Finger Eleven, Webbie, and Miley Cyrus.
Yeah. You heard me. MILEY CYRUS.
Can I tell you how absolutely horrified I am that I LIKE one of her songs? But, um, this stuff happens. *scuffing toe*
If my kids can like Eddie Money, by God, I can like Miley Cyrus.
It's windier than I-don't-know-what here. Oldest Chicken said she could toss a cat into the air, and it would fly. *snickering*
Hell of a visual, eh?
Grins*

Diverse Reading

I work around books. Yes, it IS Heaven on earth. *grins*
So my chickies are exposed to all sorts of literature. But they all have very different reading tastes.

I love romance. Um...obviously. lmao
But I also like to dip into Teen Fiction occasionally. Clive Barker. Stephen King. And I enjoy classics such as Little Women and Our Town.

Baby Chicken likes to read A Man Called Dave. She read the hell out of Junie B. Jones several years back. And she's at that in-between age of not quite juvenile fiction, not quite teen fiction. And she's so picky. Not that I blame her. Why read it if you can't enjoy it?

Middle Chicken used to read Captain Underpants. She owns all of them. You have to have a particular type of humor to enjoy these um...interesting books. LOL
Now, she's discovered Gossip Girl Books and It Girl Books. *eye roll* They SO don't tell you about this in the Mama manual. Now she has dreams and aspirations of going to New York.
*gasp* *wheeze*
She's killing me.
Oh! And a series of books about an English teenage girl. It has SNOGGING in the title. *sigh*
Thanks so much, J.K.Rowling. HA!

Oldest Chicken will read anything that has to do with High School Musical. *sigh* Yeah. That includes the Honeycomb Cereal box. Sheesh. Who knew? But she also devoured all the Harry Potter books. And literature with a magical bent captures her attention.

We've come a long way from Hop on Pop, Put Me in the Zoo, and Green Eggs and Ham.
And I'm sure there are lots more books to discover on the way. Worlds to explore. Laughter to share.
It's one of the greatest gifts I can give my children.
Now.
If only I can keep Middle Chicken in Oklahoma.
Grins*