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.)

Writing Success: Um...yeah. Writing.

Music Playing: Tonight we're over on OPB (Oregon Public Broadcasting). I dunno, it plays funky stuff and I was in the mood for funky.

I've decided to alternate "Bizarre Quiz" with "Exerpt from" for a while. I did a bunch of quizzes and have fallen behind sharing them. That said,

Bizarre Quiz of the Day:


You are the typical feminist, depressed, artist.
You go against the crowd and do everything you
can to be different. Too bad noone notices.
Try communicating with people, not just looking
down on them.


What kind of typical high school character from a movie are you?
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I have no idea what character from a movie that is, or what movie it's from. But it seems to be "Red Hed Phreek" which is about my mood just now. So it works for me.

Mood....Ugly. Just really, really ugly just now. I'll be happy to elaborate.

My DH had to work today. So, by the time he got home, his mood was somewhere between "pissy" and "angry" with some "arrogance" thrown in for good measure. How did I know this?

He comes home and plays this racing game. Now, I know, you're thinking, no biggie. It's a car game. Yeah, but he SUCKS at it. I mean S-U-C-K-S. So, he's now walked into a calm room and has filled it with his swearing and slamming. Both at full volume. "Just run into the tree, idiot!" he screams (literally). *slam fist into tabletop*

Gee, wonder where Patrick learned to do that when he was annoyed with a game. Gosh. I dunno.

He wanders off again and the kids descend. I start thinking about what to have for dinner. What I want is a burger. Some nice, cheap frozen burger rounds tossed on the grill and slapped onto some bread. Nothing major. But, we only have four of those and we're out of ketchup. What kind of burger has no ketchup? So I decide to send Matt to the store and get everything all ready....when DH goes, "Do we have money for that?"

Well, to be honest, I have no idea. I say so. He remarks how we have just been spending wads and wads of money lately. I point out that we have not. He says that it's all the going to the store every day. I remark that we haven't gone to the store since I went shopping. He goes, yes we have. So I check the bank. Sure enough, we don't have a dime to rub together. However, it isn't because of shopping. In fact, it was HIS going over with bus tickets (not that I'd begrudge him tickets to get to work, but it still wasn't going to the store) and that there have been a whopping TWO purchases since I went shopping....one was the bus tickets.

So now I'm a little cheesed off. So I decide he can freaking decide what to freaking defrost since I didn't take anything out, which is why I was sending the kid to the store. (And I wanted burgers.) Petty of me. I still ended up cleaning the kitchen, cutting the roses, making rose water (mmmm) and doing up some dinner. *sigh* Because at 7:30pm, if you haven't made it and nobody has made it, you're starvin' for pride. That's silly.

After dinner, I watch a movie. (Fifth Element, woo!) He joins in. When that's over, he comes back here and...you know it....plays the racing game again. I dunno. Maybe he wouldn't be so loud if he TOOK THE HEADPHONES OFF. Then maybe I could put the headphones ON and block him and his screaming out. Maybe that's just me.

Now for the REAL mood killer.

I made up some new pages for Themiscyra. Map pages. See, Valkyra has remade the town and "outside" town maps. Which is well and good, except everything is square and kind of fuzzy...but I digress. She's got my hut on the other side of town from where I had it...but whatever.

This has been my attitude toward all things Amazon lately..."What-freaking-ever." It was brought on by rather insipid changes that aren't changing anything because nobody can enforce them or what-freaking-ever. Somewhere in the last month I literally threw my hands in the air and just kept repeating, "what-freaking-ever" at everything. There seemed little else to do. Now I can't seem to stop.

So, she's redone these maps. I remember them suddenly yesterday for no particular reason and decide to attempt to put them up. It isn't hard and I accomplish it easily. Then I realize that if we're having these two up at Themiscyra, I should probably put the "area" map and the "asia minor" map up. So I do those, too. Then I'm thinking, well....I should also put up the "world" map and the little villiage-life pictures that I had done on my page back when this was all on my page and nobody cared about freaking maps. But, since it was like 2am, I decided not to do it last night. It can keep, I figure.

Of course, that's what *I* thought.

Valkyra announced it to the tribe. "Look! Maps!"

And now I'm so freaking mad I could spit. Why?

1. It wasn't finished. If it had been finished, I would have advised the Delu of it and announced it myself. You know, since I was IN CHARGE of it.

2. I wasn't asked about it. "Gee, Deo, I see the maps are up. Cool. But you didn't announce it. Want me to?" Since I was IN CHARGE of it, you'd think some courtesy was in order.

3. I was IN CHARGE OF IT.

I am so sick of being RUN OVER and mushed to the side like some piece of trash! Seriously! If this was the first time, I'd probably just go, "what-freaking-ever" and leave it. I know I wouldn't blog about it. I haven't yet, and there have been REAMS to say about this particular issue. R-E-A-M-S.

As far as I'm aware, I'm second in command. Regent of Themiscrya. I am NOT some statue you can ignore. I am NOT a napkin you can wipe your greasy fingers on. I am NOT nobody. I am SOMEONE.

Needless to say, I didn't write a letter. It just keeps sounding awful. So I figured I'd blog. Usually I'd just speak to Kou and leave it...but she's vacationing right now, so that's out. I will be sending a note, I just wanted to get the SNIDE out of the way first.

Well, that's enough of this. It's late and I need to write a letter. ;)