Happy Mother’s Day!

May 14, 2007 | family

I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. Mine didn’t start out terribly promising, but it turned out all right.

Friday I got a call from the school, telling me DS had been hit with a croquette mallet while at recess. (I don’t know who thought giving six and seven year-old boys croquette mallets to play with with minimal supervision sounded like a good idea…) Anyway, there was a nasty gash right near the corner of his eye. Not very long, but wide and deep. (If he’d been hit just a fraction of an inch to the left, he’d have been hit in the eye.) So off to emergency we went where he received two stitches.

The stitches were actually the easy part. Because the wound was so close to his eye, the doctor needed to sedate him before giving him the stitches. It took three tries to get the IV in with DS screaming bloody murder the whole time. After they got the IV in him, the rest went pretty smoothly.

I stayed with him holding his hand while the doctor gave him the stitches. As the sedative wore off and DS woke, he looked at me and smiled and said, ‘I love you Mom.’

The best mother’s day gift ever!

I’ve Been Tagged

May 10, 2007 | life

The rules:
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose four people to get tagged and list their names.

4. Leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Okay, so here we go, 8 random facts about me…

1) I love thunderstorms.

2) I hate to wear socks, and will only do so on the snowiest of days. This past winter I think I only had to wear them three times.

3) Sort of related to number two. I can’t sleep if my feet are hot. Strange, huh?

4) I am a terrible cook. Probably ’cause I hate doing it.

5) I’m technically cursed. I burn out computers for no apparent reason. When I used to work, I can not tell you how many IS guys I made say, “I’ve never seen it do that before.” (I also have the same effect on coffeemakers.)

6) I have strange addiction to real estate. I love going with people to look at houses. I always read the real estate section in the paper and I like looking at virtual tours online. (I should add that I like old houses, not new ones.) I love watching real estate shows, particularly the ones in Britain because the feature more older houses.

7) I drink milk with almost everything. Pizza, chips, chocolate, hot dogs… It all tastes better with milk.

I’m like a man where the remote for the TV is concerned. It must be in my possession at all times and I’m usually watching two to three shows at once because I hate sitting through commercials. Drives my DH crazy!

Okay, I guess that’s it.

Kath, Bella, Karen I’m tagging you.

They Can Put a Man on the Moon, but They Can’t Make a Coffee Pot that Doestn’t Drip When You Pour

May 6, 2007 | Writing, family, life

Good morning all. I have been very neglectful of my blog of late, but I’ve been completely buried these past weeks. For a woman who doesn’t work outside the home, I seem to have a lot on my plate lately.

On the writing front:

I’m coming up to one year since I sent out my full of Living Lies. The editor who requested it has left the publisher so I’m not sure where that leaves me. As for Witch, I sent out eight submissions to publishers and received rejections from two. I’m still struggling with my Blood and Bone rewrite, but I’ve been rereading the entire MS and I’m wondering if the changes I’d planned are really just over complicating the story. I think I need to just rewrite the thing as is, and stop worrying about crap like whether or not hero and heroine meet in chapter 2 versus chapter 3.

I’ve always believed that something like that would not stop publisher from buying the book if they truly loved the story, so I don’t know why I’m obsessing about now.

My WIP is going well, or at least it was until this past week. I put it on hold to catch up on everything else I was doing. Starting today, I’m back at it.

I had planned to do more gardening today (blech!) but yesterday I got badly sunburned and my shoulder and wrist are killing me from digging and pulling weeds. (Side note–I hate grass.)

There’s only two months left in the school year and I think I might be almost as excited as my DS to see it come to a close. I have developed a special hatred for his teacher. Now, lest you think this is just an overprotective parent (which I am) who can’t accept that her precious might not be so precious when he’s with his friends (Ha!) I would like to point out that so far two other children in his class have been pulled out because this woman had them so terrified to go school.

DS isn’t afraid of the woman, and perhaps that’s what aggravates her so much about him. Not that he can’t be a brat, but most of my friends have boys and I’ve yet to see one who does what he’s told the first time he’s asked. Anyway, after a few conversations with her, I was concerned enough to go to the principal. The principal assured me that he was doing fine so now I’m coasting to the end of the year–or trying to. Every time DS steps out of line I get a note home.

Like on Thursday. I got a note home telling me that DS saw some newly sharpened pencils and yelled out ‘HOLY SHIT!’ Now, I naturally yelled at him and sent him to his room, taking away T.V. and video games, but I have to admit I did kind of get a chuckle over this. I realize he’s at an age where he’s going to be experimenting with swear words, but I would like to think he would have enough common sense not to use these words in the classroom. DS told me on Friday one of the little girls in his class said Shit while they were playing a game in classroom.

No doubt I’ll be getting a note home about that on Monday.

Music: Honestly – Annie Lennox
Mood: Amused