Do you know what this is? This? Right here? It’s Post # 300. I know. Stunning, right? To think that only two hundred and seventy-five of them have been meaningless drivel! It makes a girl so proud! So I’m hanging in the lobby (because someone’s cleaning my room, perhaps, and also because here is the...
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Monthly Archives: January 2010Hurry! Hurry! There’s a connection! I’m staying at one of the nicest hotel/resorts I’ve ever been to, but internet is not their top priority. You’d think this would lead to much writing time, wouldn’t you? In fact, it just leads to me trying, over and over again, to get a connection. (*sigh*) But I’m here... Once upon a time I wrote this: Here’s a thought: Don’t ask God to tell you what you need to work on unless you’re ready for full-scale, wholesale humiliation*. There’s a reason “humility” and “humiliation” are related. Ug. So here I am, wandering around thinking I’m okay, doing my best (in my lazy way) to... Today is The Day! (*) I have a few hours of getting-ready time, and then I spend the day on airplanes. And read books. And end up on Oahu. I must let it escape: WHEE! WOOT! WAHOO! (*) In other news, Kid 2 received an iPod for Christmas, because her Daddy is good to her.... Look what you did! It worked. It came. The package arrived yesterday afternoon (because my personal postal worker loves the hour from 4.30 to 5.30). It has inside the paperback “Bourne Identity” which remains my favorite spy novel EVER, as well as Barbara Kingsolver’s “The Lacuna” which I bought because I love her other work,... I just checked that “Where’s My Stuff” page at Amazon and found that my books are scheduled to arrive the day after I leave for my trip. (The trip to Hawaii. That trip.) So here’s an experiment. How’s about we all pick one, or two, or all of these: pray my package arrives early put... Can I talk to you for just a minute about Roast Potatoes? This is Happy-Making food here at our house. It is the most hands-off sort of thing to put in an oven, and it guarantees pleased children and cleared plates. It’s as easy as scrubbing potatoes, chunking them*, dumping them into a baking pan,... You know how it physically hurts when someone makes a film out of a book you adore, and the film either makes you angry*, or you walk out going, “meh,**” or you want to reach through the digitally projected images and strangle some actor/actress***? Well, I’m here with a suggestion that hopefully won’t make you... |


