Reason number 1253123421 not to wake me up…
…with a phone call.
Dragonfly: Did I wake you up?
Me: Uh, kinda, yeah. don’t know.
DF: You don’t know?
Me: Never find out if the password worked now.
DF: …..
Me: to the vault. you know.
DF: ….. (these silences are quite deafening)
Me: dunno who. some guy. Probably John Schnieder. Password was funky spelling of curious. with a ‘Y’
DF: ….. watching smallville before bed again?
Me: would have worked I think. Now I’ll never know.
DF: …..
Me: Anyway, you called?
Clearly, I make no sense when I’m just waking up. And no, I still don’t know what exactly I was dreaming about. Or why the contents of the vault were so important. Or how “y” could be used in “curious” curYous? Makes no sense at all. But, I must say, it’s been YEARS since I had a dream that featured John Schnieder in it. Long live Beau Duke!
But really. WHAT WAS IN THE VAULT? It was vitally important, dammit!
Harumph.
The convenient activist.
So, the pup had a field trip today, and I needed to pack her a lunch. I, of course, forgot about it last night while I was at the store, so decided to take her to school after a pitstop of a lunchable of her choice. She was thrilled with that, of course, and who wouldn’t be?
Naturally, along the way, the pup talked. and talked. and talked.
She charmed the checker at the store, who asked for her autograph after hearing she’d been on TV – however briefly – during the Astronaut interview. This, of course, made the pup’s day.
The conversation continued in the car on the way to the school, where I was treated to the following rant. (How proud am I to say she rants, amusingly, already, at age 7? There are no words, man. None at all.)
“I just think it’s silly,” she said, “to kill a soft fuzzy animal to be made into a hat. Especially when they keep the tail on it? which means they’re wearing an animals BUTT on their HEAD.”
Really, said I. And what if they’re killing them to eat, or because they need to make the skin into a hat to keep warm?
“Well. I guess that’s ok, because they need that. But i have to speak for the animals because they don’t have a voice for themselves! And not all of the killing is needed for eating!”
So you see shades of gray – there are times when it’s ok? And, you know, it tastes like chicken.
“It does NOT!” Yup, she isn’t quite old enough for that joke. It’s alright, she continued on. “Fish don’t taste like chicken! Taste like FISH. Like Tuna. I like tuna. They better can up some more so you can buy it. I don’t care about the slimey fish anyway, cuz they taste good, but the soft fuzzy animals! People ought to just leave them alone cuz they’re cute n fuzzy! Fish are food! Fuzzy cute things are friends!”
So there you have it. I’m ever so proud to be raising a convenient activist! Life is forever filled with shades of gray.
It’s official!
Yup! I is officially a paid writer. *beeg grins* Who’da thunk it? And also – I forgot to mention, that I also have a piece in the current Alaska Women Speak titled “To blog, or not to blog” which I may toss up here as well. While not a paid piece, it’s uber cool because my article is right next to Nana ‘s article on the same subject. She’s a regular contributer there, and well to be next to her? It’s a place of distinction, says me!
I’m following in Schnozz ‘s footsteps too, and started keeping track of word count. While she’s writing the Next Great American Novel (you ARE and you know it!), my word count will include anything and everything – except blog posts. *L* Blog posts are easy, vomitous, spit up, stream (almost typed scream there – works) of consciousness writing. Aka – not very noteworthy. But everything else; Sourdough articles, random private essays, other articles, stories, blah blah blah – all them i’ll count. My goal? to write 250,000 words this year.
No, that does not make it a NY resolution! It’s a goal. And an achievable one at that. I may even break out my novel Anything but Ordinary and go about revisiting and revising it. and start resubbing it. (don’t mind that sound – that’s just me in a panic.)
We’ll see how it goes. Right now, it’s just
Hey RP! SammyJ challenges YOU to join in too. Nothing forces my Word Count totals to skyrocket like competition with you!
Does anyone know…
…why akismet spam blocker seems to think Nana is a spammer? I’ve had to pull out all her comments the past couple weeks. Harumph. Must research how to get her off the spamiam list.
And yes – I asked why there was no kissing NYE – and he told ME that TGHLSB wasn’t even THERE. Hrm. Methinks there might be something hiding there, huh? Or just wishes n fishes. *chuckles* Watching Smallville and came to the discovery of red kryptonite and what it does to good ole Clark (strips inhibitions, turns him into a bad boy who indulges in everything he wants and makes him look quite the hottie in leather and such…)(does that last part sound as wrong to you being as I’m all old, and he’s playing a TEENAGER?) (oy.) the boy was all “Get me some of THAT. Then i could just go right on up to TGHLSB and tell her what I want!”
Kill me now. Harumph.
And, if you’re looking for new years resolutions from me – go here.
Drawback of watching Smallville marathons before sleeping? Wake up with “Somebody SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE meeeeeeeeee…” theme song in your head. Over. and Over. and Over. and Over. stupid earworms.
So..
The pup made it till midnight last night – and was out cold by 12:15. *chuckles* But she did make it, so she was quite proud. We flipped over to TV, watched the ball drop, then went back to Smallville.
What? Isn’t it every woman’s dream to spend NYE/Day with Superman?
Question, though – was it just me, or did anyone else find watching Dick Clark slur his way through his Rockin NYE party unbearably sad? He’s an icon, he’s never looked older then the day we first saw him, and to see him so… aged… was incredibly disheartening. However proud I was for him to take part at his age, and after his illnesses, it still broke my heart a little with every word he spoke. He was so happy to be there, but it just didn’t mesh with the age/slurred tones of his voice.
Le sigh.
Anyway – starting the NY off right, cleaning up the kitchen, taught the girl how to throw together an easy peasy roast in her crockpot (mmmmmmmm smells nummy!) and will head to blockbuster shortly to get the next season of smallville or charmed, whichever they have available. Assuming they’re open. Hm. I’d better call.
Yup, they’re open. I can continue to feed my kids’ newest addictions throughout the day. Which is a good thing considering the “WHAT? NO! NOOOO! OMG NO! THEY CAN’T DO THAT!” I just heard when the season 1 finale “to be continued” popped up on screen. hahahah!
What, you thought we was the football watching type? Sheyeah, right. *Snort*
Still no word on the NYE shinanagins with the boy and TGHLSB. Harumph. Better not have been any smoochin involved! Off to blockbusters, while the girls finish up their room. If they wanna find out if Lana survives the tornado, they’d best be floor visible AND closet space used as it’s intended to be!
Edited to Add: just talked to The Boy – no NY kissin went on. Whew. I mean, bummer. Nope, I mean WHEW! heh.
