My fun weekend

Sorry for the blog black out. It's been quite a weekend.

First - I lost my keys. This is not a foreign thing to me. I think we all remember my long ago post about how I lost them so often at work, that the security guard called up to me to say "Robin, we have your keys down here." This in a building with 9 floors, on a campus with 5 buildings and thousands of people. The keys had no identifying marks on them. Yet somehow, they knew they were mine. Go figure.

This time I lost them somewhere between home and Barnes and Noble, and they contained my only Durango key. It is not cheap to get a key made for a Durango when you do not have the original. Don't even get me started on the fob.

Plus, I have the stomach flu. Let's just say my DH had to dig deep to get enough patience to survive this weekend. ;) He did a good job.

I'm feeling a little better today thanks to the healing effects of a vanilla latte. My mother guesses that they put antibiotics in them. It's a good guess!

So, I'm off to get a key made today. Ugh.

And I'm up to 8000 words on my WIP. Yay me. ;)

Another strong word...

Me: You need to be patient.
Three year old who is not yet admitting she's three: What does "patient" mean?**
Me: It means you need to wait.
Her: Waiting is hard.
Me: Yes it is.
Her. Wait is a strong word.
Me: Yes, I suppose it is.

I'm in query mode still, so I know all about how strong that word is and I know she didn't inherit any gifts of patience from me - despite my uncanny ability to wait in lines and at doctor's offices.

** Her new thing is to ask for words to be defined constantly, regardless of how well she knows the word. For instance "What is Time Out?" "What is disobey?" "What is dinner?" "What does 'take a bite' mean?" All with this doe eyed, "I don't speak English" sort of look. Oooo, she's a clever one... I find it actually very hard to sustain firm mommy voice while defining all of the words needed to reprimand her.

At the park

My little girl on the tire swing:

"Ahhh!!! My bones are all breaking! My head is going CWAZY!!! Faster! Faster!"

My little girl on slides:

"I am just a little girl and slides are big and scawy, so I don't go on them."

Hmmm....

Don't get me started on her love affair with motorcycles. She really is a little mystery. :)

What's in a name

I could go on for many, many pages about names, but this is just a little thing. I checked out the new series True Blood tonight. I love the premise and Anna Paquin is great, but it's a little too much for me. I'm more of a "cozy" girl than a "gritty" girl, really.

But, what REALLY got to me was the main character - Sookie Stackhouse. Great name! Love it! What I don't love? They kept saying the "sook" part to rhyme with took or book or cook or look or rook and wow, they have a lot of phonetics on their side. But, I watched Gilmore Girls for years and their Sookie said her name with the "soo" to rhyme with too or loo or moo. And every time someone talked to Sookie Stackhouse it was like fingers on a chalkboard. I was practically screaming "It's SOO-kie!" Not really screaming, but screaming internally.

So, um, I can't watch the show. That and I'm too much of a wimp for HBO series, really. And I don't really find vampires attractive, so the whole premise falls flat for me. I tend to like guys that look tan and healthy and robust, so the pale, thin, can't go out in daylight, love to drink blood thing just doesn't work for me. Really not a goth girl here. Now, sadly, there will be all these dangling storylines in my head because they really did do a great job of raising story questions, darn it!

On another note, no matter how curious you are, or how much you think you might need this knowledge... never, NEVER I say, google anything with the word "worm" in it and then hit "Images". Research stinks.

OK, back to my WIP.

Word Count Update

Lamplight: 7000/65000

Woo!

How to have a little fun at home...

So, nothing was on, and I was a little bored. My dear hubby turned on Project Runway. I'd already seen it this week, and frankly, it was subpar, so I didn't feel like watching it again. But... I did do this...

ME: Who were the finalists last year?
DH: It was between Chris March and that guy from Israel - Remy? Raymi?
ME: Rami
DH: Right, and Christian, but I can't remember the other one.
ME: Uma, Umi, Uni...
DH: Uli
ME: Right.
DH: But she was from Season 3, not Season 4. Your memory is terrible, I know this.
ME: No she wasn't, she was last year. And my memory is spectacular, let's just get that out on the table.
DH: No... she was from Season 3 with Jeffrey.
ME: No, we started watching Season 2, so she was season 2, but we started Top Chef season 3...
DH: Ahhhh!!! No, we did not! I can't believe I'm having this conversation! We started watching Season 3, Jeffrey won, then we got all into it and watched Season 2 when Chloe won, then we saw 4 with Christian and now it's Season five!
ME: That's what I said. We started watching Top Chef on Season 2, and Project Runway on Season 3.
DH:AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
ME: *Laughing hysterically* My work here is done.

Fringe Rocks!

JJ Abrams can tell a story. WOOOO!!!!!

It is a little "ewwy" as my little girl would say, but very, very compelling. Let's just hope he's still paying attention to Lost this fall...

dot com

No, I am not returning to my previous career as dot com girl, but I am working on a web site.

So - if any of you have favorite author web sites, please post the links here in commets!

Evil Dinner

We are sick here at the house of mystery. Sick. Sick. Sick. But I do have a very fun three year old (often referred to as Betty Boop because of her lilting little voice) so I am transcribing a recent conversation here.

BB: Is hate a long word or a short word?
Me: Hate is a short word, I suppose, but really, hate is a strong word.
BB: What is a stwong word?
Me: That means that we shouldn't say it very often. We should never, ever hate people. Really, the only thing you should hate is evil. (now my mind is spinning thinking of how to explain "evil" to my three year old, unnecessarily, it turns out)
BB: (long pause) Sometimes... I hate dinner.
Me: Really?
BB: I think dinner is a stwong word.

Wall-e is in the house!!!

For those of you who were concerned, looks like the three year old birthday bash will go off without a hitch!