Snack Food of Strife?

Hey Folks!

I know it’s been awhile. Apparently, recovering from a cross-country move took more out of me than I thought it was going to, then I plunged into doing NaNoWriMo. For those who don’t know what that is, its National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write 50,000 words between Nov 1st and Nov 30th.

How’d I do?

I did it!

I did it!

So, kicked it…but only about halfway through my first rough draft. Working away on that still, albeit slower than in November. Christmas, and all that jazz, amIright? Oy.

I’ll catch up on the Christmas Chaos soon, but for today…Snack Food of Strife.

Wolf and I have been having an ongoing battle when it comes to munchies. I blame him. Continue reading

Dear Jon Bon Jovi

We've considered making him wear the horns permanently, as a warning to the public

We’ve considered making him wear the horns permanently, as a warning to the public

Dear Mr. Bongiovi,

Jon, (can I call you Jon? Yes, I know technically, it’s ‘John’, but going with the stage name. And, it’s politer than, ‘Object of Lust For Over 20 Years’. Trust me.) I just want you to know, you’re taking over my home. My life. It’s worse than when I was a teenager, and Slippery When Wet hit the charts. I thought I was a fan then, rocking out in my acid wash stretch jeans, crop top, and glued to the music video shows.
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It’s Probably NOT Broken…

probably not broken

So. Time for another ‘Impism’. As I mentioned in Scrambled Brains, and Held Hostage By Deer, an ‘Impism’ is something that could only happen to me.

I had a good night. Went to bed, and slept through the night. Wolf camped out on the couch, just in case one of the Terror Toddlers woke up, but they slept through as well! Wooo hoo!

Today was going to be a good day! Continue reading