Writing Success: Talked about it! Um....why am I posting this again? Guilt, right.

Music Playing: K103. I tried playing my Air Supply CD, but the player wanted Forrest Gump. Now, Forrest is great for day, but not night. So, I turned on K103. LOL

Exerpt from "...And You Think You've Got It Bad"

Love And Marriage - A Woman's Chances to MarryBright red hair should not marry jet black, the more red-faced and bearded or impulsive a man, the more calm, cool and quiet his wife should be and vice versa. Red hair must not marry blondes. Gray eyes must not marry gray. A fleshy person should not marry one equally so. Those with little hair should marry those whose hair is abundant. A small, nervous man must not marry one of the same or the children will be hot-headed and impulsive, and die suddenly. Two beautiful people should not marry, neither should two homely. Rapid movers and laughers should marry calm and deliberate stoical people. Weak men need strong-willed women. Men who love to command, take care not to get a wife who argues and talks back.

Okay, maybe it's me. But did you see "Red heads should not marry black or blonde." What's that leave, exactly? HEY! They're trying to weed me out! You know, with this many rules for marrying the right type, it's a wonder there's so many people IN the human race. Sounds like the writer of this gem probably never married. Who'd be perfect enough for them? Who'd be the right type? If you're a happy, red-headed, fleshy gal with good looks you're just shit out of luck!

When last we left our intrepid heroine....she emailed the Latra and was rather nasty, but everything was worked out. I figured out what the problem was. TIME ZONES. See, I live on the West coast, and everyone else in the Delu Abacha (High Council) lives on the East. So they'd email each other, get answers and be moving on before I even logged in. That and, as this blog will testify, I've been online less than 24-7 *shock*. I'm spending more time with the family and doing the housework and things. It's good for them, and for me. So, I expressed that this was probably the root of the problem and things were all worked out fine.

I also had a family meeting. The boys are out for summer, and getting older means they want to stay up longer and sleep in later. So we had a nice discussion that ended with them having a summer-bedtime. Which is nice. I recommend this for anyone with kids. As cheesy as family meetings seems, it does give the kids a chance to say their piece, make their case, and feel like they've been heard.

We also discussed keeping up the housework around here. I've become quite the compulsive about certain things, a lot of certain things. I've actually been worried about "just doing it myself" after the reduction surgery. As my sister learned, the hard way, tearing open those scars is horrible and stretching, lifting, pulling, tugging, and otherwise mushing around violently will cause it to tear. So housework is out for a while as I heal. Which leaves it to the three stooges. ;)

Matt is my go-to guy. I'm teaching him everything. He's just wonderful, this kid. He's listening, he hears, and he's anxious to please. When I show him how much easier things are when KEPT up, instead of letting it build and then cleaning all in one "go", he was listening. Patrick wasn't. I mean, Pat listened to a point, but he's just not a do-er. And Jeff is a great guy, but he won't be "learning" anything from me and won't be "doing" until it's time to do.

If it tells you about Matt, he's got a little lawn-mowing business going this summer. $20 a lawn, back and front and sides. He's got the two houses across the street. One is every week, the other is every-other-week. He's raking in a fortune for a kid of 12. And he did this himself. He went over and asked if they'd like to hire him, on his own, and he's collecting the money himself and all that kind of stuff. He set the rate and the hours and everything.

Now while I was out berry picking at 14, I was playing with dolls at 12. Just shows how different lives can be. ("berry picking" is getting up at 3am, getting dressed and fed by yourself, packing a lunch, standing outside and catching a bus which then takes you to the middle of nowhere to a field with no shade and a massive line of strawberries and picking them and throwing them into flats from 4 until 3 in the afternoon. The cannery was much hotter work, and it still sucked. heh)

Anyhow, I'm a very proud mom, as you can tell. That boy is gonna keep me well in my golden years. LOL

HI TAWNY!!!!

That said, kalos kalinihta sumana psilos. (Good night, my friends.)