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My favorite thing about the PDG is that I get to be a squatter in the Student Lounge, otherwise known as Charlotte’s Lounge. I didn’t really have much choice because there is this Dragon that captured me and makes me do her bidding, you know. I really don’t have to even keep the place clean except to occasionally delete some links that get shut down. I certainly enjoy being surprised by others who come in and move things around and even update things. Not just any Paper Doll Gang member can make changes there, I believe they have to be a level 13 or above, meaning they have to be at least a Junior Leader in the group. The newbies who go through the Lounge are all important, though most only ever post once there and never again. That is okay too. We all have our lives to live. It is like I am sitting on the front porch waving hello to every passerby. Most times, I get a friendly hello and almost never a goodbye. Occasionally, I will run a contest for Charlotte and a few of the passersby’s will stop in for a bit and play a short game. I try not to get into anything too elaborate. People do get upset when the rules are too complicated. I don’t want upset people! So I do require gp’s upon occasion, but not too often. Charlotte likes the shiny things becoming one with her scales. There is a special ritual that I am willing to share with you that allows me to get gp’s from the group leader. Here it is: Nope, I take it back. the ritual is too precious to share. So, this about covers my most favorite thing about the PDG; I like greeting people and watching them go on to more fame. Yep, there it is!
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| Strange day today. I woke to a storm the like I haven't heard in a while. Lots of banging and thundering. Wind picked up fiercely. Also, it was fairly short lived. I was already tired from drinking too much coffee the night before at an Aunt and Uncle's 50th wedding anniversary. Oh, and I was bumming because I didn't get anything written toward my camp NaNoWrimo and it was going to put me behind. Then, I drove off to work, which is a half-hour drive, and I noticed there was no power. Interesting. I got to work and it was the same thing. Two and a half hours of sitting at work, they finally let us go home. Yay! I was excited! With the extra time I had, I managed to get caught back up again in my writing. Double Yay! In my writing, I was pondering making it fan-fiction after star-trek, then decided not to. After today's writing, I actually made it into a prequel to an earlier novel I have been puttering with over the years. Great. Another project never to be finished. Or will it be? That is what my Stalled Novels group is for, right?
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| Okay, so my twelve year old boy wanted to walk his girlfriend to the pizza barn after school and eat supper with her. Bold. The wife agreed but didn't like it and set down a bunch of rules. She was so nervous she didn't get much sleep last night. I can understand. There is a part coming up that can really blow a persons mind. Wait for it! Not yet, though. She drives to the school and picks up his band instrument and spies on him for a short while before leaving. She calls me and wants permission to go rescue him, who, of course, is far from needing rescue. She goes shopping and calls me three times in doing so. Give them time, I said. Well, it turns out the girlfriends family went to the pizza barn with them, including the little brother. The wife got to meet the mother of the girlfriend for the first time and when the girlfriends mother found out my wife's age (here it is) she said my wife looked good for her age! I will say no more of it. I can, however, tease my 'old' lady! Gently, of course. |
| My youngest boy was in trouble for tearing up his picture year book that he just brought home so he was told to sit in time out on the stairs. Of course, he threw a fit while sitting there, except that he scratched at his eyes and managed to actually scratch them and one eye swelled up. I had just got home from work and was fresh out of the shower and in my jams and off we go to the hospital emergency. I held on to him for the half hour it took to get into town and for the next couple of hours waiting in the emergency room waiting for service. I know a scratched eye may not have priority but my boy is special needs and doesn't understand things in the same way. Here is the funny part: We have been trying to pry from my twelve year old information about his school girlfriend and haven't been very successful. We were sitting in the emergency room when a little boy, maybe nine years old, came up and asked my son if he still liked his sister, the girlfriend we were curious about. There it was. The moment stories are made from. They didn't hang out but this was a moment that was very hard for my son to wish away. Boy did he try to make like he wasn't there. |
| I bought a new/used car on Friday the 13th! I was looking about a week before and thought I found a car I could be happy with and thought to trade in my other car and they ran a blue book estimate on my car and it came back that it was worth $6. I was like, it had heated leather seats that work! Say what? And they said they didn't even figure in what was wrong with it. (The reason I needed a new car.) Oh, and I nearly started a sales war between two shops. I won't tell that story. It is too funny for 99% of you people. |
| Day after Christmas. The holiday family madness is nearly over for me. This coming weekend will see me traveling to my Mothers house for Christmas on that side of my Family. Hard to relax doing holidays spread out like this. Of course, the need to relax amounts to a good measure of selfishness, right? I watched my 12 year old unwrap presents quite in a mood. Every time he unwrapped one and it was clothes, he simply threw it in a pile without even looking at it. At one point, he declared he was hoping for something interesting. Guess it wasn't a good Christmas for him. Very unappreciative, he was. I was sad/angry. He new what Christmas was all about. We even went to the late night Christmas Eve service at church where he played his instrument in front of the church for a few songs. Yes, he knows the reason behind Christmas. My best defense is laughter and the knowledge that we all have room to grow. Thanks for listening. |
| So, we, my wife and I, went to a band concert for my oldest boy (12) and while sitting in the bleachers and in between songs when it was very quiet, my youngest leans a bit and rumbles the bleachers quite loudly. "Excuse me," he says loudly. "I tooted!" Well, he was polite. If I was quick on the ball I could have said he didn't have to cover for mommy. I would have been dead but I would have died laughing, right? |
| Left early from work today. I wasn't feeling good. Kept feeling like my heart was skipping a beat. Finally, I went to the emergency room to get it checked out. Seems palpitations are normal and most people don't feel them. Crap! I thought my heart was sucking on air! So, they let me go with a heart monitor for 24 hours. Scary stuff. At least I am not worrying about it now. Breath in, exhale. |
| https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjUV-byB8ls Witches! My boy dressed as Laughing Jack this weekend for a camping show. Scary!  |
| Went to my first football game today. It was Seventh and Eighth grade level. My boy was in the marching band and they performed at half-time. It was early in the school year and they didn't even play their instruments, but they did really good marching and putting on a show. I was proud, once again. We left after half-time. Home team was losing 30 to 0 That sucked for them. I didn't care any for the sport, myself. I would rather have a book in my hands! I did, however, show support for my boy and that matters to me. |
| Happy Birthday to ME! Not just another day, it was another great day to be alive. I spent much of my day at work thinking about my characters and not work. How could I have a bad day doing that? My boss is even trying to be nice and not so cranky for a change but I don't trust him for a second. But, I am not really thinking about him. No, I am thinking about my characters! I made it a point to go to HR and thank them for the Birthday card I got in the mail from them. It is good to do some things in person. I was jarred away from my creativity when my boss wished me a happy Birthday. That is so out of character for him. I didn't really feel good about that but I made it through the day anyway. Did I make any progress with my characters? No, not really. They just wandered around in my head and socialized with each other. It didn't matter if they didn't get along. They were all riding the pseudo life train! |
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