Currently Reading: Infidelity by Debbie Gould. I LOVED First and Ten by Fran Lee; Nailed by Cindy Spencer Pape, and Prisoner of Love by Anny Cook. However, they were too short. I would have liked to see an expanded storyline, and maybe one in which every character was an active participant or at least 'wrapped' everything up? I know; I still have to read Taylor's, Tessie, Paris, and Regina's. I am going to go ahead and call this series a Recommended Read!
I finally managed to finish watching 50 First Dates with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. This is a movie every romance lover should watch, imho. Why? Because it truly shows how people can change, and the deep love of another person.
It starts off pretty callous. Guy sleeps with many tourists and lies to them about his job/life/etc, so he doesn't get 'overly involved'.
And then he meets this girl and is intrigued. But the following day, she has no memory of him.
Huh?
It turns out she's a victim of a car crash, and has lost her short-term memory. The only thing she does remember is what happened the day of the crash, ala Bill Murray's Groundhog Day. Her father and brother relive the day every day, and in the end, Adam Sandler's character makes a video tape to 'refresh' her memory. She tries to break up with him, but in the end, she realizes he loves her enough to patiently refresh her memory over...and over...and over.
Mature love can overcome anything. It is the patience and committment you show your loved one.
I Can't Believe I Forgot My Camera!
K enjoyed his birthday:) Buffalo Wild Wings made him stand on his chair while they sang Happy Birthday to him. He kept shooting me dirty looks, and I kept saying, "Remember, I love you!"
Instead of taking the wings challenge, he only at one of the Blazin' wings, and consumed water...and more water...ate celery and ranch dressing....drank more water...
Came home and a few friends showed up for ice cream and cake. I'd gotten him a Star Trek cake, and W immediately took possession of the tiny USS Enterprise. And since I'd forgotten to take my camera to BW3's, the only memory I captured on film was his cake. But that's okay; there's another party planned for Sunday with the grandparents.
And I've threatened to make a return trip to BW3 and have the wait staff do it all over again, hahahahahaha! Am I an evil mommy or what?
16 Days Left!
Going shopping today, and then will warm up the kitchen with a venison roast, homemade bread, and plenty of cookies! The SU requested oatmeal raisin.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Forgive This Blatent Mommy Moment!
Eighteen years ago, at 3:41 am, a miracle occurred.
An 8 lb, 7 oz baby boy was born, crying and already mad over several things.
-He'd tried to be born several times before he was ready;
-The opening to his new world wasn't wide enough to suit him, so he widened it even more;
-He was face up and ready to tackle the world;
-He was NOT happy with the nurse who wrapped a strange thing around his head; he reached up and took it away from her;
-And finally, due to his new mother's ignorance, he realized food arrived much faster with rubber nipples and demanded his milk be delivered in said fashion, not the natural way.
His milestones soon showed us this was no ordinary child. For instance, being born so early in the day, he soon had his days and nights confused, and it was three months before he slept through the night.
He had been 'cruising' around the apartment, holding onto furniture from age seven months until 11 months, when I took him to his Granny's house. He promptly let go of the chair and walked across her living room floor. I was speechless; he'd never even taken two steps without tightly gripping my hand!
One month after his 1st birthday, we discovered him sitting on his dresser, playing with his corn starch. I didn't even know he could climb out of his crib.
He had a bad biting habit, and it is a wonder we ever allowed him to have teeth at all!
His preschool teacher informed me that while he was two or three years ahead of the others when it came to understanding the alphabet and numbers, socially he was right where he needed to be.
In kindergarten, he had power struggles with his teacher, over such things as putting on his coat to get in the car (he ran hot, like his dad, and in the winter, preferred to not wear a coat in the car) and doing things 'his' way, if he thought his teacher's instructions were 'dumb'.
He was on the Honor Roll from 1st-3rd grade, falling off briefly one grading period due to English. He was accepted into the Accellerated Reading Program, as well as Science and Critical Thinking. He dropped out of the Accellerated Reading in the 5th grade, and argued violently in the 6th grade that 'Algebra made no sense' and 'I can do it in my head; why do I have to show my work?'
He also upset the boys one day when his 'girlfriend' was the line leader of the girls the same day he was line leader. 'When we got to the cafeteria, I held the door and let the girls go first. The guys were kinda mad at me, but Kate smiled at me!'
He played baseball from kindergarten to 5th grade. He tried basketball in both 3rd and 7th. He excelled in football in 4th and 5th, helping his team win the Super Bowl AND going undefeated. He was invited to join the All Star team, and again went undefeated. As one coach was overheard remarking, 'What are we going to do about that #71? He's spending more time in our back field than our own players!'
A scout troop was organized when he was in the 3rd grade, and he's shown great leadership qualities all the way through, even being voted Senior Patrol Leader in the ninth grade. He was bitten by the NASA bug in the 6th grade, when his scout troop went to the Challenger Learning Center. He discovered he loved doing the experiments, and decided to model his high school curriculum accordingly. He did flirt with the idea of becoming a CSI, but realized he enjoyed physics, math, and science, and returned to the astronaut goal.
He's always been very good with small children, especially his baby brother who arrived when he was twelve.
This year, he will graduate with honors and with eleven college credits. He lettered in football (see previous posts from Sept-Nov) and I'm proud to announce he is now an Eagle Scout. We're just waiting for the paperwork to be approved in Texas and his ceremony will be sometime in February.
December 11th is the day he finds out if he's been accepted to Purdue. Soon we begin The Great Scholorship Hunt, in order to achieve his dream of higher education.
Tonight, we will celebrate his 18th birthday with a trip to Buffalo Wild Wings (he wants to take the Wild Wing Challenge) and a birthday cake. Nope, not gonna tell you what's on it; he has a habit of reading this blog during his computer class! I'll tell you tomorrow:)
Thank God!
A humorous moment also occurred around 8am on this date in 1991. My ex-boyfriend, who is responsible for introducing me to my future husband, was also born on this date. He and his wife had no phone, but lived next door to his parents. I called them up.
"Tell Craig I said 'Happy Birthday, it's a boy'!"
She laughed.
"It's a good thing we know you! Congratulations!"
Enough already! Let a certain celebrity have his privacy! Who cares who was rushed to the hospital; if his wife has moved out; if he's addicted to prescription drugs and/or sex! I'm with another talk show host on this: Yes, he's a victim of horrible, 'slow news day' timing. But it's the holidays, people! Leave him alone!
17 Days Left!
Gifts Bought: 2, plus two birthday gifts.
Cookies Baked: 2 1/2 dozen chocolate chips. The kids were thrilled with hot cookies when they arrived home from school!
An 8 lb, 7 oz baby boy was born, crying and already mad over several things.
-He'd tried to be born several times before he was ready;
-The opening to his new world wasn't wide enough to suit him, so he widened it even more;
-He was face up and ready to tackle the world;
-He was NOT happy with the nurse who wrapped a strange thing around his head; he reached up and took it away from her;
-And finally, due to his new mother's ignorance, he realized food arrived much faster with rubber nipples and demanded his milk be delivered in said fashion, not the natural way.
His milestones soon showed us this was no ordinary child. For instance, being born so early in the day, he soon had his days and nights confused, and it was three months before he slept through the night.
He had been 'cruising' around the apartment, holding onto furniture from age seven months until 11 months, when I took him to his Granny's house. He promptly let go of the chair and walked across her living room floor. I was speechless; he'd never even taken two steps without tightly gripping my hand!
One month after his 1st birthday, we discovered him sitting on his dresser, playing with his corn starch. I didn't even know he could climb out of his crib.
He had a bad biting habit, and it is a wonder we ever allowed him to have teeth at all!
His preschool teacher informed me that while he was two or three years ahead of the others when it came to understanding the alphabet and numbers, socially he was right where he needed to be.
In kindergarten, he had power struggles with his teacher, over such things as putting on his coat to get in the car (he ran hot, like his dad, and in the winter, preferred to not wear a coat in the car) and doing things 'his' way, if he thought his teacher's instructions were 'dumb'.
He was on the Honor Roll from 1st-3rd grade, falling off briefly one grading period due to English. He was accepted into the Accellerated Reading Program, as well as Science and Critical Thinking. He dropped out of the Accellerated Reading in the 5th grade, and argued violently in the 6th grade that 'Algebra made no sense' and 'I can do it in my head; why do I have to show my work?'
He also upset the boys one day when his 'girlfriend' was the line leader of the girls the same day he was line leader. 'When we got to the cafeteria, I held the door and let the girls go first. The guys were kinda mad at me, but Kate smiled at me!'
He played baseball from kindergarten to 5th grade. He tried basketball in both 3rd and 7th. He excelled in football in 4th and 5th, helping his team win the Super Bowl AND going undefeated. He was invited to join the All Star team, and again went undefeated. As one coach was overheard remarking, 'What are we going to do about that #71? He's spending more time in our back field than our own players!'
A scout troop was organized when he was in the 3rd grade, and he's shown great leadership qualities all the way through, even being voted Senior Patrol Leader in the ninth grade. He was bitten by the NASA bug in the 6th grade, when his scout troop went to the Challenger Learning Center. He discovered he loved doing the experiments, and decided to model his high school curriculum accordingly. He did flirt with the idea of becoming a CSI, but realized he enjoyed physics, math, and science, and returned to the astronaut goal.
He's always been very good with small children, especially his baby brother who arrived when he was twelve.
This year, he will graduate with honors and with eleven college credits. He lettered in football (see previous posts from Sept-Nov) and I'm proud to announce he is now an Eagle Scout. We're just waiting for the paperwork to be approved in Texas and his ceremony will be sometime in February.
December 11th is the day he finds out if he's been accepted to Purdue. Soon we begin The Great Scholorship Hunt, in order to achieve his dream of higher education.
Tonight, we will celebrate his 18th birthday with a trip to Buffalo Wild Wings (he wants to take the Wild Wing Challenge) and a birthday cake. Nope, not gonna tell you what's on it; he has a habit of reading this blog during his computer class! I'll tell you tomorrow:)
Thank God!
A humorous moment also occurred around 8am on this date in 1991. My ex-boyfriend, who is responsible for introducing me to my future husband, was also born on this date. He and his wife had no phone, but lived next door to his parents. I called them up.
"Tell Craig I said 'Happy Birthday, it's a boy'!"
She laughed.
"It's a good thing we know you! Congratulations!"
Enough already! Let a certain celebrity have his privacy! Who cares who was rushed to the hospital; if his wife has moved out; if he's addicted to prescription drugs and/or sex! I'm with another talk show host on this: Yes, he's a victim of horrible, 'slow news day' timing. But it's the holidays, people! Leave him alone!
17 Days Left!
Gifts Bought: 2, plus two birthday gifts.
Cookies Baked: 2 1/2 dozen chocolate chips. The kids were thrilled with hot cookies when they arrived home from school!
Monday, December 7, 2009
Christmas Memories
First Snow Of The Season! Thanks Brynn....I tell you I don't want to see it south of I-70 and you send it anyway! At least it was only an inch, and the kids are thrilled they have a two-hour delay....
The Early Show showed off the e-readers Nook, Kindle 2, and Sony. I'm still undecided between the Nook and the Sony.
Christmas 1979
I posted this story last year, but over the summer while looking through the photo albums, discovered my memory had been off by a year. Enjoy:)
I believe this was year of the infamous 'let's tape Christmas morning' action by my mother.
The morning began as usual; my sister woke me up (she was 8, I was 13) and we spotted our respective piles under the tree, and speculated on what some of the boxes contained. We woke up Mom and Dad and waited anxiously while Dad turned on all the lights, turned up the heat, and turned on the radio/tape player of Christmas tunes. We always opened our stocking gifts first, and consumed the traditional Ding-Dongs, malted milk balls, and chocolate covered cherries. After the small stuff and candy were oohed and aahed over, we trooped into the living room to open the gifts under the tree. I took the comfortable chair; my parents the couch, and my sister sat on the floor and handed out the presents. She sat right in front of the TV.
Did I mention my sister gets quite vocal when she's happy?
I'm surprised the entire neighborhood didn't congratulate her on the presents she received! Especially her new Miss Piggy puppet.
"It's Miss Piggy! Mom! Miss Piggy! I got Miss Piggy! Oh, I LOVE Miss Piggy! Molls, look! Miss Piggy!" And on and on it went...
We also had a small fight over Shaun Cassidy albums. Mom had bought two, and wrapped them together so we could choose which one we wanted. Sis already had one; I had neither. I wanted his debut album, but since Wendy already had the newer one, she argued she should get the debut album. After some mild bickering, I agreed to let her have it and would use some of my birthday money to buy my own.
After all the presents were unwrapped, my mother said that one present had rolled under the television. Wendy retrieved it, and tore off the paper.
"A tape recorder? But...the box feels empty!"
Mom laughed. "Look behind you." She stood up and pointed out the tiny black contraption on top of the TV. "I've been taping you all morning!"
"Mooottthhherrr! You didn't!"
She rewound the tape and unfortunately managed to stop it right when Wendy was screeching about Miss Piggy!
"Maybe we should have made her sit elsewhere..."
18 Days Left:
Gifts Bought: Going shopping this week.
Cookies Baked: Do brownies count? S made a batch, but they were all gone by morning.
The Early Show showed off the e-readers Nook, Kindle 2, and Sony. I'm still undecided between the Nook and the Sony.
Christmas 1979
I posted this story last year, but over the summer while looking through the photo albums, discovered my memory had been off by a year. Enjoy:)
I believe this was year of the infamous 'let's tape Christmas morning' action by my mother.
The morning began as usual; my sister woke me up (she was 8, I was 13) and we spotted our respective piles under the tree, and speculated on what some of the boxes contained. We woke up Mom and Dad and waited anxiously while Dad turned on all the lights, turned up the heat, and turned on the radio/tape player of Christmas tunes. We always opened our stocking gifts first, and consumed the traditional Ding-Dongs, malted milk balls, and chocolate covered cherries. After the small stuff and candy were oohed and aahed over, we trooped into the living room to open the gifts under the tree. I took the comfortable chair; my parents the couch, and my sister sat on the floor and handed out the presents. She sat right in front of the TV.
Did I mention my sister gets quite vocal when she's happy?
I'm surprised the entire neighborhood didn't congratulate her on the presents she received! Especially her new Miss Piggy puppet.
"It's Miss Piggy! Mom! Miss Piggy! I got Miss Piggy! Oh, I LOVE Miss Piggy! Molls, look! Miss Piggy!" And on and on it went...
We also had a small fight over Shaun Cassidy albums. Mom had bought two, and wrapped them together so we could choose which one we wanted. Sis already had one; I had neither. I wanted his debut album, but since Wendy already had the newer one, she argued she should get the debut album. After some mild bickering, I agreed to let her have it and would use some of my birthday money to buy my own.
After all the presents were unwrapped, my mother said that one present had rolled under the television. Wendy retrieved it, and tore off the paper.
"A tape recorder? But...the box feels empty!"
Mom laughed. "Look behind you." She stood up and pointed out the tiny black contraption on top of the TV. "I've been taping you all morning!"
"Mooottthhherrr! You didn't!"
She rewound the tape and unfortunately managed to stop it right when Wendy was screeching about Miss Piggy!
"Maybe we should have made her sit elsewhere..."
18 Days Left:
Gifts Bought: Going shopping this week.
Cookies Baked: Do brownies count? S made a batch, but they were all gone by morning.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Saturday's Stupid Saying
Exterminating: We Are Trained To Kill All Pets.
from an ad in TV Hi-Lites (Flushing, NY)
OOPS!
Cold Day
I'm with Anny. The temp is only supposed to reach 35 today; it's a good day to stay home and bake cookies! Today's L&O is currently being DVR'd downstairs, and thanks to waking up at six, I was able to watch all but two shows I'd DVR'd upstairs. All that is left to watch upstairs is the last hour of 50 First Dates and Gladiator.
Received a phone call from a young neighbor of mine; she's finished the rough draft of her fantasy novel! I'd already told her to read it out loud to herself, in order to catch any errors. She's now in the process of typing up the first chapter, in order to send it to me and present it to my crit partners, two of which also write fantasy. I can help with grammer and spelling and sometimes POV (grin!), but they will know if the basic plot and world she's created is a winner. I'll keep you posted; this young lady is only in her early 20's!
20 Days Left:
Gifts Bought: 0, but K received some birthday money in the mail!
Cookies Baked: Stay tuned!
from an ad in TV Hi-Lites (Flushing, NY)
OOPS!
Cold Day
I'm with Anny. The temp is only supposed to reach 35 today; it's a good day to stay home and bake cookies! Today's L&O is currently being DVR'd downstairs, and thanks to waking up at six, I was able to watch all but two shows I'd DVR'd upstairs. All that is left to watch upstairs is the last hour of 50 First Dates and Gladiator.
Received a phone call from a young neighbor of mine; she's finished the rough draft of her fantasy novel! I'd already told her to read it out loud to herself, in order to catch any errors. She's now in the process of typing up the first chapter, in order to send it to me and present it to my crit partners, two of which also write fantasy. I can help with grammer and spelling and sometimes POV (grin!), but they will know if the basic plot and world she's created is a winner. I'll keep you posted; this young lady is only in her early 20's!
20 Days Left:
Gifts Bought: 0, but K received some birthday money in the mail!
Cookies Baked: Stay tuned!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Kindergardeners Steal The Show!
W, in the red and blue striped shirt, singing "Must Be Santa"
I accidentally uploaded this one; he looks as if he's unsure of the hand gestures or the words:)
Here's Why You Don't Dump Fake Snow...
The kindergardeners sat down and the third graders took over. Soon a gentle 'snowfall' joined the singers.
W and his classmates were enthralled by the 'snow'...see the smiles? But at the other end of the stage...
A 'snowball' fight was in progress! They tossed it up; they threw it at each other. At center stage, a 'snowman' was trying to be built. The poor singers were drowned out by the giggles of their younger schoolmates, who obviously weren't expecting the 'snow'!
Teachers were eventually seen onstage, fingers to lips as they tried to restore some semblance of order to the show. But it was nearly too late. We in the audience were laughing, and cameras were flashing, all capturing the comedy of teachers watching their Christmas progam erupt in hilarity!
We Now Return to Our Rehearsed Program...
Things did eventually settle down, and the singing was very well presented. There were a few overly-enthusiastic antics; one little girl was thrilled her dress flared when she spun around, and nearly fell over a few times. Another little girl in center stage lifted her dress to scratch her backside:) And a third little girl, when bells were handed out, jumped up and down as she shook hers! And yes, a few of the boys shouted their lines, and was the instigators of the 'snowball' fight!
And we were informed later the entire performance will be available on DVD for $5. I can't wait to show it to Grandma and Grandpa, who were unable to make it down, but wanted to come!
Precious memories. Isn't that what School Christmas Programs are all about? I still remember K being 'Santa' in his 3rd grade performance, and seeing him laying on the bleachers, his coat unfastened, due to being hot before his class took the stage. And S, wearing her blue dress and waving to us from the bleachers. And my sister, who lifted up her dress for her entire preschool performance, as she put the hem in her mouth!
Any funny moments from past programs that YOU remember?
21 Days Left:
Gifts Bought: 0
Cookies Baked: 0. I know; shame on me...
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Mild Setback
Currently Reading: I'm up to Ch. 5 of Lord of the Flies, and devoured Rick Riordan's Last Olympian! OMG! I admit to suspecting the 'twist', but it was an enjoyable end to this series! And now to enjoy the movies! If you have any teenagers, I Highly Recommend the Percy Jackson series. And yes, read it as adults too. It brings Greek Mythology to life in a very humorous way:)
Ever wake up in the morning and just know something's 'off'? Yesterday, my hot flashes and coughing had me awake at 3:30 am. At 4, I quit fighting the insomia and went downstairs to finish watching my L&O marathon.
After I got the kids to school and did my internet 'thing', the SU and I went out and ran a few errands. By the time we arrived back home, my body was complaining.
Not the you're-sleepy-go-take-a-nap type of protest; the I-don't-feel-like-doing-anything feeling. So I went downstairs (with the tub of frozen cookie dough) and watched more L&O while snacking (NOT gorging) on raw cookie dough. I think I ate maybe six or so pre-measured cookies. When I'd had enough (I know...hard concept to grasp...how can you possibly stop eating cookie dough, grin!), I closed the tub and put it back in the freezer.
Here's where things began really going down hill (and no, it wasn't from the sugar high!). I had to take S to her physical therapy, and halfway there, my ear started to hurt. Just a twinge, mind you, lasting maybe a micro-second. Half an hour later, same thing. Driving home, the twinge turned into a full second. And so it went, with the pain lasting slightly longer and getting slightly more painfull. (For a more descriptive sense of the pain, the first flashes, on a scale of 1-10, would have been a -5, while the ones at this point being more like a 1 or a 2. Painful enough for me to say 'Ow', but more of an annoyance than anything.)
Around five-thirty pm, I conceded to go the ER. Half an hour later, we walked out with a prescription for antibiotic/anesthetic ear drops and amoxicillen. Oh yeah, and a diagnosis of what I told the nurse: Sinusitis. My SU looked at me and said, "If you already know what you have, why are we here?"
"Because I cannot write myself a 'script for penicillen, and he can!"
The doctor laughed at me, and we discovered we're both 'human barometers', only on the opposite ends. He gets the headaches when High Pressure moves in; I get them when the pressure drops.
So here I sit; I went to bed at 10pm after swallowing a pill an hour, to get the full effect of one day's dose, and four drops in my right ear. It was hard to get me out of bed at seven, I was sleeping so soundly!
I've got a cottonball in my ear (I'm supposed to put the drops in four times a day) and have had my morning pill. And while I was sleeping, the kids raided the rest of the cookie dough. The SU 'rescued' it and managed to bake 5 cookies. Two tubs of cookie dough, and only 5 cookies baked. Pretty bad, eh? But what I did eat was delicious...and I promise to be good when I actually get around to the ones I make from scratch!
22 Days Left:
Cookies Baked: 5, but were eaten by kids.
Ever wake up in the morning and just know something's 'off'? Yesterday, my hot flashes and coughing had me awake at 3:30 am. At 4, I quit fighting the insomia and went downstairs to finish watching my L&O marathon.
After I got the kids to school and did my internet 'thing', the SU and I went out and ran a few errands. By the time we arrived back home, my body was complaining.
Not the you're-sleepy-go-take-a-nap type of protest; the I-don't-feel-like-doing-anything feeling. So I went downstairs (with the tub of frozen cookie dough) and watched more L&O while snacking (NOT gorging) on raw cookie dough. I think I ate maybe six or so pre-measured cookies. When I'd had enough (I know...hard concept to grasp...how can you possibly stop eating cookie dough, grin!), I closed the tub and put it back in the freezer.
Here's where things began really going down hill (and no, it wasn't from the sugar high!). I had to take S to her physical therapy, and halfway there, my ear started to hurt. Just a twinge, mind you, lasting maybe a micro-second. Half an hour later, same thing. Driving home, the twinge turned into a full second. And so it went, with the pain lasting slightly longer and getting slightly more painfull. (For a more descriptive sense of the pain, the first flashes, on a scale of 1-10, would have been a -5, while the ones at this point being more like a 1 or a 2. Painful enough for me to say 'Ow', but more of an annoyance than anything.)
Around five-thirty pm, I conceded to go the ER. Half an hour later, we walked out with a prescription for antibiotic/anesthetic ear drops and amoxicillen. Oh yeah, and a diagnosis of what I told the nurse: Sinusitis. My SU looked at me and said, "If you already know what you have, why are we here?"
"Because I cannot write myself a 'script for penicillen, and he can!"
The doctor laughed at me, and we discovered we're both 'human barometers', only on the opposite ends. He gets the headaches when High Pressure moves in; I get them when the pressure drops.
So here I sit; I went to bed at 10pm after swallowing a pill an hour, to get the full effect of one day's dose, and four drops in my right ear. It was hard to get me out of bed at seven, I was sleeping so soundly!
I've got a cottonball in my ear (I'm supposed to put the drops in four times a day) and have had my morning pill. And while I was sleeping, the kids raided the rest of the cookie dough. The SU 'rescued' it and managed to bake 5 cookies. Two tubs of cookie dough, and only 5 cookies baked. Pretty bad, eh? But what I did eat was delicious...and I promise to be good when I actually get around to the ones I make from scratch!
22 Days Left:
Cookies Baked: 5, but were eaten by kids.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Enough Already!
Currently Reading: Lord of the Flies by William Golding. I never read this in high school, but after hearing discussions and watching the play last month, I decided to read it:) Also got a phone call last night: The final Percy Jackson book is in at the library with my name on it:) Looking forward to seeing the movie Lightening Thief when it arrives on the big screen!
E-Books: Enjoyed Regina's Spanish Topaz and Anne Rainey's Burn:) Now I'm getting ready to read, in order:
First and Ten-Fran Lee
Nailed-Cindy Spencer Pape
Prisoner of the Heart-Anny Cook
Infidelity-Debbie Gould
Naughty Nooners Antho-Various
And if all goes well, I'll be buying the following:
Unexpected Mr. Right-Kelly Nyrae
In The Dark-Rob Graham
A Secret Treasure- Lindsay Townsend
The rest of the Carnal Reunions series.
If the finances allow it, this will be my present to myself after the holidays. If not, these titles will be pushed back until tax time:)
I took the day off yesterday, to simply relax and watch a Law & Order marathon on my DVD. Did two loads of laundry, and got some valuable feedback on the final chapter of Class Reunion:)
I'm appalled at two items on this morning's 'news'.
So I've Slept With A Celebrity....
Who cares? New allegations both yesterday and today around a certain public figure. And this new one wants to "tell her story, because the people have a right to know"?? Bullshit! She's pissed because she found out she wasn't the only one he was 'seeing'. Admittedly, the other socialite is vehemently denying any wrong doing occurred. Fine and dandy; we get that. But now this OTHER woman releases a voice mail, presumably from him, asking her to remove her name from her phone? AND went to the editors of a magazine to 'tell the world she slept with him'? She's not doing this because we 'need to know'; she's doing this because she's angry, bitter, and to get back at him! Does she think that by attempting to destroy his relationship with his wife and child, he'll stay with her? Did she learn NOTHING from the Monica Lewinsky scandal, or any other cheating husbands?
But...I Wanted A Boy!
So you got a girl instead. Get over it! I'll admit it; I wanted a boy first also. And when I did deliver a baby boy, my father was thrilled, because it was the first boy born in our family in over 50 years. And yes, I wanted a girl; got her too. The third one I really wanted another girl, but got another boy. And yes, it took me three days to get over the shock (and to remember his name, lol!) But it didn't make any difference in the way I treated the child; if anything, I was a better mom, because 'third time's the charm'.
Yes, there was some discussion when a family member became pregnant and asked for the amniocentisis (sp??), because they really, really, really wanted a boy. And there was some speculation about finding out the gender, so if it wasn't a boy, they might abort. Didn't happen; they got a boy.
But here's my point: Look at China. Due to population control and the coveted male child, there is an entire generation of Chinese boys and little to no girls. Do we really want the same thing to happen, once genetic engineering gets closer to reality? Does no one remember The Outer Limits episode, which explored this issue?
Granted, it was a TV show, and one that aired in the mid-90's. But we let it get any further and soon 'natural' children will no longer exist. Where's the joy in discovering your child's individual traits, if you're hoping for a high IQ, a certain hair/eye color, or athleticism?
There are so few surprises anymore. It's OK to be disappointed if you don't get the 'right' sex the first time around, but don't let it affect your parenting decisions.
And remember: Just because you give birth to a cute baby girl doesn't mean she's going to automatically love the color pink and be a girly-girl. Ten years down the road, her favorite color may be black, and she's more at home in Grandpa's toolshed than wearing makeup and drooling over boys.
23 Days Left:
Gifts Bought: 3.
Cookies Baked: Going to start today:) Yuuuummm...I sense a sugar high later today:)
I'm off to run a few errands and make a few POV changes to Teacher's Pet before sending the non-damaged file back to my publisher. There was an issue from page 85 to the end; fortunately I was able to find a file without the issue and sent those pages to be read by the editor. Now to correct a slight head-hopping problem, sign the contract, and send it on its way....
E-Books: Enjoyed Regina's Spanish Topaz and Anne Rainey's Burn:) Now I'm getting ready to read, in order:
First and Ten-Fran Lee
Nailed-Cindy Spencer Pape
Prisoner of the Heart-Anny Cook
Infidelity-Debbie Gould
Naughty Nooners Antho-Various
And if all goes well, I'll be buying the following:
Unexpected Mr. Right-Kelly Nyrae
In The Dark-Rob Graham
A Secret Treasure- Lindsay Townsend
The rest of the Carnal Reunions series.
If the finances allow it, this will be my present to myself after the holidays. If not, these titles will be pushed back until tax time:)
I took the day off yesterday, to simply relax and watch a Law & Order marathon on my DVD. Did two loads of laundry, and got some valuable feedback on the final chapter of Class Reunion:)
I'm appalled at two items on this morning's 'news'.
So I've Slept With A Celebrity....
Who cares? New allegations both yesterday and today around a certain public figure. And this new one wants to "tell her story, because the people have a right to know"?? Bullshit! She's pissed because she found out she wasn't the only one he was 'seeing'. Admittedly, the other socialite is vehemently denying any wrong doing occurred. Fine and dandy; we get that. But now this OTHER woman releases a voice mail, presumably from him, asking her to remove her name from her phone? AND went to the editors of a magazine to 'tell the world she slept with him'? She's not doing this because we 'need to know'; she's doing this because she's angry, bitter, and to get back at him! Does she think that by attempting to destroy his relationship with his wife and child, he'll stay with her? Did she learn NOTHING from the Monica Lewinsky scandal, or any other cheating husbands?
But...I Wanted A Boy!
So you got a girl instead. Get over it! I'll admit it; I wanted a boy first also. And when I did deliver a baby boy, my father was thrilled, because it was the first boy born in our family in over 50 years. And yes, I wanted a girl; got her too. The third one I really wanted another girl, but got another boy. And yes, it took me three days to get over the shock (and to remember his name, lol!) But it didn't make any difference in the way I treated the child; if anything, I was a better mom, because 'third time's the charm'.
Yes, there was some discussion when a family member became pregnant and asked for the amniocentisis (sp??), because they really, really, really wanted a boy. And there was some speculation about finding out the gender, so if it wasn't a boy, they might abort. Didn't happen; they got a boy.
But here's my point: Look at China. Due to population control and the coveted male child, there is an entire generation of Chinese boys and little to no girls. Do we really want the same thing to happen, once genetic engineering gets closer to reality? Does no one remember The Outer Limits episode, which explored this issue?
Granted, it was a TV show, and one that aired in the mid-90's. But we let it get any further and soon 'natural' children will no longer exist. Where's the joy in discovering your child's individual traits, if you're hoping for a high IQ, a certain hair/eye color, or athleticism?
There are so few surprises anymore. It's OK to be disappointed if you don't get the 'right' sex the first time around, but don't let it affect your parenting decisions.
And remember: Just because you give birth to a cute baby girl doesn't mean she's going to automatically love the color pink and be a girly-girl. Ten years down the road, her favorite color may be black, and she's more at home in Grandpa's toolshed than wearing makeup and drooling over boys.
23 Days Left:
Gifts Bought: 3.
Cookies Baked: Going to start today:) Yuuuummm...I sense a sugar high later today:)
I'm off to run a few errands and make a few POV changes to Teacher's Pet before sending the non-damaged file back to my publisher. There was an issue from page 85 to the end; fortunately I was able to find a file without the issue and sent those pages to be read by the editor. Now to correct a slight head-hopping problem, sign the contract, and send it on its way....
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