Archive for August, 2005

I’m Not Asking For a Wake-Up Call

Saturday, August 27th, 2005

I’m off to bed, Dear Lurkers. I must be up at the butt-crack of dawn to pick my dear brother up at the bus station. So I’m wishing you all a fond evening full of love and other indoor sports. I’ve got a date with my bed.

ps. We’ve broken the 500-unique-visitors mark! W00t!

pps. The ETA for my room-to-be is likely a week, two at most. At which point I’ll be around more regularly to harass and annoy you all. Ain’t life grand? :D

Bloom a Groom?

Friday, August 26th, 2005

I suppose I could be persuaded to volunteer…

…That and a Toonie Will Get You a Beer Downtown.

Friday, August 26th, 2005

Pardon, folks, but I’m smack in the middle of my occasional-four-day-PMS-migraine/headache, so please forgive the lack of wit and wisdom. I can barely concentrate to do what I need to do online before I go collapse in my bed. However, I didn’t want you out there in Lurker Land to think I was neglecting you.

I want to start giving writing updates because, hell, that’s the whole reason I’m here, innit? So here’s my plan. Many people consider September as a time for a new start–mainly because of the beginning of the school year–and starting in September, I’m going to give you all updates on the current Works-in-Progress. For a preview, check out my listing on The Belfry Collective to see some very brief synopses. I’ll start updating the status of those stories next month.

There’s nothing else to say at the moment (except for the fact that I’ll think of a dozen things to say once I’m tucked in under the covers!) so I shall bid you all a fond adieu.

Ciao!

Begin Rant…

Thursday, August 25th, 2005

I am so ready to hang the kidlet by her toenails. She’s been pushing every button I could possibly have ALL day today. I was hoping to do some writing tonight, but at nine PM, she’s STILL bouncing around and in and out of bed.

*deep breaths*

I need chocolate and/or ice cream.

On the plus side, I got one wall primed (the accent wall) today. Painting shall begin in earnest tomorrow. (I hope. Keep yer fingers crossed for me.)

The End is Near

Wednesday, August 24th, 2005

I’ve now dug out my flannel jammies, and a flock of Canada geese in ‘V’ formation were headed south a few days ago.

It was also a balmy 50F when we woke up this morning.

Time’s fun when you’re having flies, I guess.

I shall return when I am no longer paint-speckled, and less sleepy.

See you anon.

*Happy Snoopy Dance*

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005

I’m just too freakin’ happy to be sitting sedately at a computer desk. Today has just rocked.

First, I find out that I’m getting more freelance work in the next couple of days — *Ka-Ching!* — and then, I’m asked to teach some students how to put together and use internet journals.

Par’n me while I do the *money* dance, ‘k? You just don’t know how happy I am to know that there’s an influx on its way in…

AND, I Polyfilla-ed the pinholes in the walls of my room-to-be and sanded those spots down, so I’m ready to paint. I’ve just got to go pick up my paint, and I can get cracking on that.

While trying to fall sleep last night, I was decorating my room in my head, and I came up with the coolest idea ever for a handmade headboard for my bed. I ain’t telling for now, and will post a picture when it’s done. *evil grin* (I know there’s one lurker out there who knows what it is, but she’d better not say a word about it! Heh.)

I actually don’t even know what to do with myself — I’m too giddy. :)

Just Call Me She-Ra

Monday, August 22nd, 2005

So. Lemme tell you about my day.

After breakfast, because the sun was actually shining today (my eyes! my eyes!), the famille headed out-of-doors to get some yardwork done. We had some old (small) trees that had come down on our property, and my job was to saw them into suitable lengths to burn in a sauna.

Yes. I was sawing logs today. Literally. Heh.

I did that until lunch, when the predicted rain arrived, once again. After a small snack and a wash to get all the wood crud off me, the Pater and I proceeded to remove the rest of the paraphernalia from my room-to-be AND rip the carpet and underlay out.

*insert growling roar here*

I would pat myself on the back, if it didn’t hurt to lift my arms…

I’m debating whether or not to just go collapse in front of the TV for a while. Star Wars is on…

Yesssss!

Sunday, August 21st, 2005

I’m beyond excited to announce that 3/4 of my room-to-be has been emptied! The options for today were:

a) do yardwork or
b) start emptying my future room.

Well, by about noon it was raining. So guess which option won (to my great satisfaction)?

I’m surfing the Web for decorative painting techniques as I type. I think I’m going to do a ’sponging’ effect on one wall. I’m still trying to decide if I should just paint the closet doors or if I should remove them entirely and hang a curtain instead. Hmm… Decisions, decisions.

Oh, and the Pater happened to remark today something to the effect of, “…when you’re a famous author and you can support us in our old age.”

To which I replied, “Sure. Unfortunately, I have this extra appendage (aka the Kid) attached to me all day long, every day.”

The retort: “Oh, but she’ll be going to school soon.”

No pressure. None at all. Sheesh.

My Personal Conundrum

Saturday, August 20th, 2005

And no, I did not type ‘condom’. You may want to get your eyes checked.

To the pyjama manufacturers out there — *why* must pj sets consist of short-sleeved tops and long pants? It’s not my legs that stick out of the blankets, it’s my arms. My legs are plenty warm, thanks, but I wake up at night and my arms are freezin’!

Can I not get a set of pjs that has a long-sleeved top and shorts? Would someone please explain this to me?

Sheesh. It boggles my mind, it does.

Unclean

Friday, August 19th, 2005

Today was a banner day in the Starr household.

To preface my first anecdote, I need to say that I *love* leisurely showers. Steaming hot, full-pressure, the whole works. Now, before you think me a true sloth, I’m talking only about 15 minutes on average — but I enjoy those 15 minutes.

So. I’m in the shower this morning, all is well, I just finish massaging conditioner into my hair when the water pressure drops.

Hm, I think. Funny.

I turn to look at the shower head, and instead of spraying out, the water is now streaming out.

Huh?

As I watch, the water slows from a stream to a pee to a trickle to… nothing.

I’m starting to shiver in the tub, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that my water just…went away. And I’ve still got conditioner in my hair.

So I holler for some help, and the Mater appears at the door.

“There’s no water. A water main burst in town. They’re saying it’ll be an hour.”

I beg her to get some filtered water from the fridge and nuke it so I can at least rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Which she did, but she didn’t stir the contents of the jug. The top third was warm, but the bottom two-thirds was still icy cold.

I was not amused.

In other news, I also dropped $240+ at the local college for an evening course this fall on learning to design Web pages. Look out, cyberspace…I’m gonna put the Mistress back in Webmistress… Heh.