Wisdom from middle chicken

Let me preface this with saying that when I had oldest chicken, we had a routine. Up at a certain time. Breakfast. Lunch. Nap. Dinner.
Then along came middle chicken (who at the time was simply second chicken. I mean, really. Who knew?).
Middle chicken is a night owl. Completely opposite, as far as her biorhythms go, to oldest chicken.
So when I say it's bedtime...guess who's dragging her feet?
Yep.

But this is also a rather neat time for her and I. If she's in the mood to talk, she'll come flying into my room and lay down by the bed. This is my cue. Middle chicken is feeling chatty.
Let the conversation begin.

Middle chicken is a lot like me insofar as the fact that she will jump randomly from subject to subject. This drives other people batshit. I'm well with it.

First we talk about good memories. Things that middle chicken misses from the old house. A walk down memory lane. Then she says that she can't remember being in my stomach. And that it's disappointing. Because she knows she was there. And she REALLY has no recollection of before the time her dad's sperm met my egg.
Yeah. lmao
She said that.

We then jump off into a discussion of Runescape (trademark this). Runescape is an online game playing venture that lets teens interact with each other like a little village. Think 1800's England or something of the sort.
THOUSANDS of teens play this game. My girls love it.

Middle chicken then proceeds to tell me that she's a lower level on the game and that one of the higher level guys kind of watches out for her and makes sure no one picks on her because of her lower level.
Then SHE took up the mantle, and a chickie (level fifty something) saw this and gifted my chicken with game jewels and money and whatnot. Middle chicken buys a bunch of crowns (we ARE talking middle chicken here) and proceeds to disperse them among the crowd.
One of the girls that approaches her asks if she can have one since she isn't cool outside the game and people make fun of her.
MC says that sure she can have the crown, but not for that reason. She can have a crown because she wants it. Not because of the other stuff. The crown is for her to enjoy. Not to wear as a shield.
The girl is impressed. She asks if MC is "cool." MC responds...I'm just normal. And then proceeds to give this girl a pep talk and explain that other people can't dictate how you feel about yourself. And if you feel good about yourself, nothing can change that.
The girl asks if MC will tell other girls this. MC isn't on very often, and she declines.
Fast forward.
The girl MC helped tells another girl what MC said. This second girl was being verbally abused about her weight. Second girl actually POPS (I'm NOT advocating this) thin chickie. Thin chickie holes up at her house out of embarrassment and begins eating non-stop. Second girl feels better.
And MC says...don't be happy with her misery. Now you're just like her.

Can you imagine?
All this wisdom in middle chickens little teen body. I'm amazed. Told her I was proud. Why, she asked.
Because, I told her, you said exactly the right thing.

There are days when you look at your offspring and glow with the pride and joy they inspire. This was one of those many days.
Grins*

2008 Resolutions

Ok, readers. Here they are:

1. Work on being healthier. I've dropped 60 pounds already. Would like to drop another 60. We'll see how that pans out. *munching on my baked chips*
2. Workout more. (Hello YMCA)
3. Join OKRWA. (I already know quite a few members. Know I just have to haul my cookies to the meetings.)
4. Write more. (And no. I'm not talking about blogging. lmao)
5. Be more active with the chickens. (I hope to God this doesn't include wrestling on my living room floor. *grins*)
6. Be more organized. (THIS is an uphill battle.)
7. Work on more promotion and networking.
8. Realize that I shouldn't be on the bottom of my priority list. (The Mama has needs, too!)

That's about it.
Wish me luck!
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*

The BESTEST news!!!

Hello all!

I'm going to be ending 2007 on a lovely note. Seems that The Portrait is nominated for a Romantic Times 2007 Reviewers' Choice Award!!!
OMG!!! *squee*

From the website:
2007 was another great year for readers. So many fabulous books were published! We reviewed more than 250 books in each issue of RT BOOKreviews -- more than 3,000 titles for the entire year. Our ace reviewers and editors have scoured 12 months' worth of reviews to compile the best of the best for the annual Romantic Times BOOKreviews Career Achievement and Reviewers' Choice Awards. For the Reviewers' Choice nominees, our star team selected only those novels that deeply resonated with them. The Career Achievement nominees are authors who have continuously crafted superior books throughout their careers. (The list of nominees is also printed in February 2008 issue of RT BOOKreviews.)
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Out of over 3000 titles...they picked one of mine.
*GRINS*
Yeah.
That does it for me.
Crystal*

2008

Looking ahead
Not looking back

The best to you and yours!!!
Crystal*

Revelations

The girls and I drove past the old house that burned a year ago. It upset middle chicken the most, but I think all in all, it was a good time for more closure.
And as I feel like I've aged a decade this year at times, I realize several things:

I'm better off now than I was a year ago.
I'm a strong woman raising three strong chickies.
Time DOES heal the wounds.
Life's unexpected turns can lead you down beautiful roads.
Stuff is...stuff.
Some people are genuine. Some people are liars and users.
Faith is priceless.
Hope lives in my heart.
Love comes from the most unexpected places.
Laughter IS the best medicine.
What goes around...comes around.
A helping hand can make all the difference.
I bend, but I don't break.

The most precious things in my world don't hang from a tree or lie under it.
They're around it at the buttcrack of dawn Christmas morning hugging me and telling me "Merry Christmas."

Merry Christmas to you and yours! Have a wondrous safe and happy holiday!
Crystal*

LMAO

Thanks to Kat, who sent this to me.
I LOVED the old Hollywood Squares. And the Newlywed Game, too!


Hollywood Squares
If you remember the Original Hollywood Squares on TV, and its comics, this may bring a tear to your eyes. These great questions and answers are from the days when "Hollywood Squares" game show responses were spontaneous, not scripted, as they are now. Peter Marshall was the host asking the questions, of course.

Q. Do female frogs croak?
A. Paul Lynde: If you hold their little heads under water long enough .

Q. If you're going to make a parachute jump, at least how high should you be?
A. Charley Weaver: Three days of steady drinking should do it.

Q. True or False, a pea can last as long as 5,000 years.
A. George Gobel: Boy, it sure seems that way sometimes.

Q. You've been having trouble going to sleep. Are you probably a man or a woman?
A. Don Knotts: That's what's been keeping me awake.

Q. According to Cosmopolitan, if you meet a stranger at a party and you think that he is attractive, is it okay to come out and ask him if he's married?
A. Rose Marie: No; wait until morning.

Q. Which of your five senses tends to diminish as you get older?
A. Charley Weaver: My sense of decency.

Q. In Hawaiian, does it take more than three words to say "I Love You"?
A. Vincent Price: No, you can say it with a pineapple and a twenty.

Q. What are "Do It," "I Can Help," and "I Can't Get Enough"?
A. George Gobel: I don't know, but it's coming from the next apartment.

Q. As you grow older, do you tend to gesture more or less with your hands while talking?
A. Rose Marie: You ask me one more growing old question Peter, and I'll give you a gesture you'll never forget.

Q. Paul, why do Hell's Angels wear leather?
A. Paul Lynde: Because chiffon wrinkles too easily.

Q. Charley, you've just decided to grow strawberries. Are you going to get any during the first year?
A. Charley Weaver: Of course not, I'm too busy growing strawberries.

Q. In bowling, what's a perfect score?
A. Rose Marie: Ralph, the pin boy.

Q. It is considered in bad taste to discuss two subjects at nudist camps. One is politics, what is the other?
A. Paul Lynde: Tape measures.

Q. During a tornado, are you safer in the bedroom or in the closet?
A. Rose Marie: Unfortunately Peter, I'm always safe in the bedroom.

Q. Can boys join the Camp Fire Girls?
A. Marty Allen: Only after lights out.

Q. When you pat a dog on its head he will wag his tail. What will a goose do?
A. Paul Lynde: Make him bark?

Q. If you were pregnant for two years, what would you give birth to?
A. Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid of the dark.

Q. According to Ann Landers, is there anything wrong with getting into the habit of kissing a lot of people?
A. Charley Weaver: It got me out of the army.

Q. It is the most abused and neglected part of your body, what is it?
A. Paul Lynde: Mine may be abused, but it certainly isn't neglected.

Q. Back in the old days, when Great Grandpa put horseradish on his head, what was he trying to do?
A. George Gobel: Get it in his mouth.

Q. Who stays pregnant for a longer period of time, your wife or your elephant?
A. Paul Lynde: Who told you about my elephant?

Q. When a couple have a baby, who is responsible for its sex?
A. Charley Weaver: I'll lend him the car, the rest is up to him.

Q. Jackie Gleason recently revealed that he firmly believes in them and has actually seen them on at least two occasions. What are they?
A. Charley Weaver: His feet.

Q. According to Ann Landers, what are two things you should never do in bed?
A. Paul Lynde: Point and laugh.

Grins*

Spam--more than a mystery meat

I highly dislike having spam in my email. It irritates me. But there is some major fodder for humor here.

1. Penis enlarger--Let me explain. I don't have one. But if I were ever in the market for one, I would simply go to the Adult Toy Store and pick out whichever size suited me best.
2. Ill person--I'm sorry that you're ill. Really, I am. But it obviously didn't stop you from getting on the computer and mass mailing people in search of monetary gain. Money-grubber, heal thyself.
3. My email won the lottery--Obviously my email and I are very close. I believe I would have known if my email entered something such as this. I'm not buying. Yeah, literally.
4. Verify my paypal account--Bite me. *grins* I don't have one.
5. eBay--I've been on eBay once. And that was to find something for someone else. It confuses me. LOL Better luck next time.
6. Viagra, Oxycotin, narcotics in general--Obviously you are chemically altered if you honestly think I would fork over money to buy a cut product with probably 2% of the original drug in it. Yeah. That'll happen.
7. Webcam offers--That's nice that you're willing to share your goodies with the world at large. However, I won't be viewing them.
8. MySpace adds--If you're going to try and "add me" as a friend, have an inkling about me. Messaging me with "Hi Cute! I think I would be good wit you" makes me throw up a little bit in my mouth.
9. Sex with animals--EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW DELETE DELETE DELETE
10. re: HI--I drop a line to my friends every now and then. But I guarantee that if I don't recognize your email, such as "xcyttfcm@hotmail"...then you're email won't be seeing daylight.

So keep 'em coming. I know you will. *grins* And I'll keep hitting "delete" while chuckling and wondering why you don't get a real job.
Grins*

Misnomers

My chickens and I are very good at this. You could SWEAR that you hear something one way, when actually it's another.

Oldest chicken has taken to using the word "atomically" for "automatically." She swears up and down that "automatically" has too many syllables.

Middle chicken used to sing a line from a Macy Gray song. The line goes: "My world crumbles when you are not there." She still sings: "I blow bubbles when you are not there." I like her version better.

But baby chicken has everyone beat. When she was five years old, she had a friend in her class who got a chocolate gift for Valentine's Day. She hurriedly rushes out to meet me when the final bell rang exclaiming that her friend received "horsey kisses." I believe I said "WHAT?" about three times before she becomes exasperated and says, "You know! Those chocolate things wrapped in silver."
Ah...hershey kisses.
Or when she has a sore in her mouth and tells me she has "kangaroo sores." *ahem* Canker sores. lmao
She was using this one up until last week when I had to correct her so her friends wouldn't make fun of her. Baby chicken just shrugs and says, "I like 'kangaroo sores' better." So be it.
Who am I to argue?
Grins*

I believe in...

...children
...snowflakes
...love
...laughter
...giving
...caring
...animals
...loyalty
...blowing dandelions in the wind
...the toilet paper coming from the top of the roll
...smiles
...kisses
...hugs
...music
...books
...writing
...sunshine
...laughter
...seeing the glass half-full
...hope
...February being wonderful
...gifts truly given
Grins*

A bit unusual

Thanks to Nancy who tagged me in this meme. And in accordance with The Rules, here are...
The Rules:* When tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you.*
Then post the rules before your list, and list eight random things about yourself.
*At the end of the post, you must tag and link to eight other people.
I'm not tagging anyone, but I think it's interesting. Drop me a line and let me know if you've played.

1. I type things in my head. Now...a lot of my quirkiness (p.c. term) comes from my OCD. And I love to type. So when a phrase sticks in my head, I will type it until it gets out. Um...yeah. Things are always a little bit off in the ol' noggin.

2. All my girls have names that start with "C" and have two middle names.

3. I wish on dandelions, shooting stars, and necklaces where the clasp meets the charm.

4. I'm addicted to the smell of play-doh. *grins* My girls think this is hilarious.

5. I've had butterflies land on me. And stay. And stay. There was a purple one on me several years back that simply wouldn't fly off.

6. I've never had a pedicure, manicure, massage, or facial.

7. If I'm really close with someone, I can finish their sentences.

8. I'm directionally impaired. I can walk into the same mall that's been there for almost twenty years, come out of a store, and have no idea which direction I came from.

There ya go. Bits of oddities. So hard to sift through the many to find eight.
Grins*

Lord, I was born a rambling blog

Been awhile since I checked in. My lovely blog says Halloween. *grins* Sorry 'bout that.

I have a new term for you: Occupational hangover--when one ingests so much of their job that they have a headache. And yes...that would be me. At least as of late. Not the writing, mind you. The other job.
I also had my brakes go out on my van which was rather unpleasant. My lovely sister let me borrow a car so I wasn't completely without wheels. But I'm SO glad to get the van back!!!

The Red Dirt Festival was a lot of fun. I had a great time with Merline Lovelace and Christine Rimmer. We had a nice turnout, too. The next best thing to WRITING Romance would be talking about it. *grins* And we did.

I have Programmed for Pleasure out this month. Water Goddess in December. One Enchanted Evening in February 2008. Wind Goddess in May 2008. Earth Goddess in October 2008.
So guess what I'm doing right now?
Yep. *laughing* Editing.
Sheesh
I like writing ever so much better.

And some asshat on the news informed me that there were only like fortysomething days left to Christmas shop.
Are you kidding me? I don't have enough to worry about as it is? *sigh* Where in the hell has this year gone???

I saw something on the local news that just royally pissed me off. Oklahoma is 100 years old this year. Our big hoedown Centennial Celebration.
I've always considered Oklahoma my home. Born and raised here. And even though I moved (frequently) while married, I feel a kinship to this state.
So imagine my absolute horror at finding out a certain tribe from Oklahoma is calling it "100 Years of Theft."
Oh
My
God
I'm so glad I waited to write this because when I first composed this blog awhile back...I was livid. There was profanity a'plenty.
But here's the deal, in my opinion: Oklahoma is a great state BECAUSE of the mixing of cultures and heritages. I'm not saying I agree with this state's history as far as taking land or anything else. But can't we flippin' move on? Do you have to take a major milestone for this great state and monopolize it with your whining???
I have enough Indian blood in me to have a roll number.
So what?
It doesn't give anyone the right to slam all the good in a state because of a grudge. We've moved on. Why don't you???

*blowing out a breath and taking a calming one*
yep
Better.
That's been simmering for awhile.

How've you been?
Grins*

Programmed for Pleasure

The Ultimate Sex Toy is every woman’s fantasy come to life. When two men create it, they know the adult toy industry will never be the same. They use trickery to snare an unsuspecting woman and closely monitor all interactions between her and the toy. What Ethan Fields, scientist, doesn’t plan on is how attracted he becomes to the test subject while she has no clue that he is watching her being pleasured time and time again.A chance encounter finds Ethan meeting his test subject face to face. Meg hides her past while Ethan hides his present. Until one day when both collide, and all secrets come to light.

Available now from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. Catch a sneak peek on my web page.

Grins*

Country Club

Yep. That's right. This little hick chick will be going to the Country Club next Thursday.
I'm sure you're as shocked as I am. lmao

This all extends from the Red Dirt Book Festival being held in Shawnee November 2nd and November 3rd at the Shawnee Expo Center. All sorts of readers, writers, performers, and scholars will be in attendance. I'm room hosting for Jordan Dane. And then I'll be signing books and having my own talk about 3:30 pm Friday the 2nd with Merline Lovelace and Christine Rimmer.
There happens to be an Author/Donor Reception November 1st at Ye Olde Shawnee Country Club. And I have an invitation in my hot little hands. How cool and scary is that?
So I've got to find something to wear. Fix my hair. All that yada yada yada. But I plan on kicking up my heels and meeting people that I, otherwise, wouldn't normally have an opportunity to.
I'll leave my black bustier and red micro-mini at the house.
Oh...and the hooker boots.
lmao
Grins*

Friends, Football, and Fall Break

I don't make friends easily simply because I don't deeply trust a lot of people. But this weekend, I lost one. She didn't pass. She's not harmed in any way. But she moved clear across the U.S. And though I'm sure she's happy, I'm going to miss her.

Sometimes I'll catch a glimpse of high school friends at my work. And we play catch-up for a few, but it's not the same. I only get little pieces of their lives now.

Went to a friend's birthday party for her son Saturday. And as I looked at her family in her house, I couldn't help but think: I know you're daughter/sister/aunt better than you do. Because for some unknown reason, we share things with each other that family just isn't privvy to. And it's nice.

I lost two best friends this last year. Through their choice and choices they made. They still haven't come to grips with that yet, but I have. And it's really too bad. You know...the kind of friends that I would gladly donate a kidney to. But no more.

So. To my faraway friend: Andrea...be happy. I miss ya.
To my coworker friends: Candace and Christine...thanks for listening
To my high school friends: Katie, Christi, and Jana...what are we waiting for? Our twentieth reunion???
And to the two I lost: It's too bad. I really WOULD have given you a kidney. Or any other organ of your choice if you had treated me decently to begin with.

And to my best friend now: I love you dearly, sugar. You are a bright light in every day, and I thank all that is good that I have you.

Saturday was also Middle Chicken's birthday. She got some new-fangled MP3 thing that pretty much does everything but her homework. *grins* Needless to say, it was stuck in her ears the entire weekend. *laughing* Didn't bother me a bit. So I'm down to one more birthday this month. And then I can breathe a bit easier until Christmas. *sigh* I love/loathe this time of year.
Went roller skating Friday with the chickens. I took off work, and they were on Fall Break. I was, of course, the oldest chickie on skates. *shrug* Such as it is. Only about a dozen people there. And oh yes...I DID embarrass the short people. I was dancing/skating, and if children could die of mortification...I would be sans chickens. *snickering*
Ever try to do the "cyclone" on skates? lmao
Oh
Yeah

I wrote a bit Sunday on Wind Goddess, but I ended up gravitating toward another Paranormal work. *shrug* Didn't get as much done as I wanted, but there was progress made. And then I watched oldest and baby chicken play football against each other. OMG. It was too damn cute. Middle chicken, of course, had her ears plugged up with birthday present. *grins*

Hope your weekend was a good one. It's icky here right now. Cold, windy, and downright nasty. Those two weeks of fall were lovely. *eye roll*
Grins*

Ahead of my time

I was browsing the News stories yesterday and found a couple that hit close to home for me.

One of the articles talked about the world of Virtual Reality and medical uses. Apologies for the url's being a tad long.
Read this: http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/sciencelifestylejapantechnologyhealthinternet;_ylt=Att5vUt5XyjpsBIvXqaEgHvq188F

Now. The interesting part being that I wrote Virtually Yours about three years ago, and it talks about love in the world of Virtual Reality. And how my test subject, heroine, is in the case study because they need to know the effects for medical purposes.

Then I found this: http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/forecastsexandmarriagewithrobotsby2050;_ylt=Aju5AfxDeB9Ust4MBG9IL3rq188F

It talks about how scientists predict by the year 2050 that people will be having sex with and marrying robots.
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Anyway. This brings to mind my November release, Programmed for Pleasure. Where my heroine becomes hooked up with The Ultimate Sex Toy. And she wonders to herself if this is where the fate of mankind is going. Sex with circuits.

I simply found it interesting that my fiction is another person's reality.
What do you think?
Grins*

I am not amused

Ok. Maybe a little bit.
I was googling myself (absolutely no comments, I mean it *grins*) when I see that Playboy Crystal Inman is moving up in the ranks.
Go figure.
And how could you miss with this lovely tagline: There is nothing sexier than a dirty little cowgirl.
lmao

I was really hoping the chickie would kind of fall off the face of the earth. *sigh* Then I wouldn't have to worry about all these weird hits on my website. Or searchers looking to see what a dirty little cowgirl I am. *snickering*

I admit it. I write Romance. Some of it is Erotic. I'm not offended by naked chickie. I just wish she didn't have the same damn name. So God knows how many more pictures are out there floating about with her in all her glory.

Onwards and upwards.

I don't write long romance. I believe the longest I've written is around 76,000. But I'm going to try on a 90,000 for size beginning at the end of this year. I simply have a hard time with description and describing every nuance of every scene.
Brevity has been the norm. Now I'm going to have to branch out and explore the wordier side of writing life.
Oh, well. It's not like I'm going to be plotting or anything. lmao
Heaven forbid.
Grins*

Finally fall!

Ah...it's lovely here today. In the mid-seventies for a high with a gently northern breeze.
*sigh*
About damn time.

I finished Water Goddess (on time, thankyouverymuch) and am now waiting for my extremely talented Cover Artist to send me what will be the cover.
Little nervous because my November release for Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, Programmed for Pleasure, doesn't even HAVE anyone working on it right now. Or not that I know of, anyway.
ACK!

I've finished one birthday and now have two more to go this month. And no, smartasses, I did NOT plan it that way. These things just, um, happened. *grins*
I blame it on my wedding anniversary being Feb. 12, Valentine's Day, and my birthday is Feb. 18. See what I'm saying? *wriggling eyebrows*

I'm working on three projects right now. Wind Goddess is number one with a bullet. And wouldn't you damn know it? It's coming to me in pieces, too. *sigh* Quite a lesson to learn here. Just when you think you've settled in with something that works...it changes.
I'm also working on SWTWC and WATS. I can't decide whether they're going to be Erotic Romance or not. Usually I have it all pared down in my wee little head about which subgenre I'm rocking along with. But both are outside the box. *grins* Box? What box?
Exactly.

I'm still pulling my life together, and all seems to be going rather well with me. Hope you and yours can say the same.
I'll try and post a bit more often. *laughing* This just seemed to rather escape me for about a week. Blame it on the birthday frenzy.
Grins*

My naughty bits are on sale

Okay. Just my literary naughty bits. *grins*

What He Wants is the Torrid Sizzler of the Month for Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. So you can buy my ebook and get one free!!!

BUY THIS MONTH'S TORRID SIZZLER AND GET A FREE EBOOK OF YOUR CHOICE!
WHAT HE WANTS by C’ann Inman

Genre: Torrid Romance Paranormal

Rating: Erotica - Controversial

Grins*

I rock the Casbah

Oh yes. It's true. *grins*

I finished Water Goddess Saturday and self-edited it. Woo hoo!!! Me=done. I swear that I have never had such a hard time writing anything. I was absolutely freaking euphoric when I finished. And I was proud. *smile* So it was absolutely marvelous.

Tomorrow is baby chicken's birthday. She'll be TWELVE. Yep. *nodding* Last year that I won't have a teenager in my house. And since the chickens' birthdays are all in October...I'll actually have two twelve year olds at the same time. Then two thirteen year olds. Then a twelve, thirteen, and fourteen year old.
Does it make your head spin?
Does mine. LMAO

I started on Wind Goddess because, damn it, I could. And that is going swimmingly snarky. Erin, my Water Goddess heroine, is the polar opposite of Sylvia, heroine of Wind Goddess. Oh man. To unleash the snark? Absolutely priceless. *rubbing hands together*
That'll be all kinds of fun.

Watched football Sunday. That was my all day treat to myself since I worked my ass off on my book and finished.
OMG! Brett Favre now holds the record for Touchdown passes in the NFL. I LOVE HIM!!! He is the reason I started watching football to begin with. My chickens probably resent him...but too bad. HA!
And the Packers are 4-0. Are you kidding me??? And with the youngest team in the NFL???
*cheering*
God, I love this time of year. *sigh*
Grins*

p.s. Go vote for me please! It's about four posts down from this one. You can vote at Night Owl Romance until October 31, 2007. Once a day. I'm under C'ann Inman and Moon Goddess/Sun Goddess.
Appreciate it. :)~~