How to write a novel in 100 days or less
Tempting -- we'll see how far I get
More to come...
These photos are from Research Paper Night, which I'm pretty sure is turning into a weekly if not twice-weekly holiday. Note how angelic they all look...
I worked at Russo's in the center of my town. I was sixteen, and I remember driving to work listening to my Michael Bolton tape. I hated that job and lasted three months. I then got a job at the local video store, and my obsession with movies began.
Why is this? If facebook had a blogging section, would people read (and write) more often? Are we just that lazy, that we need to be able to give people quick little updates throughout the day? And, do people REALLY care if 'Susan is tired'?
More on this after I leave work and update my status, and figure out how to import this into FB... :)
How the Tremont Convenience Store saved the day (or, how I walked five miles in the snow, unintentionally)
I know that Karen is very afraid of my kind, and would've made you banish me from the house if she knew I was around. But you took pity on me; you allowed me to linger as you washed your hair, even though you watched me a little nervously before and after you washed your face.
I was just there to get a little drink of water.
You fill the sinks for the cats, but if I venture in that direction, they tease me. (and just a month ago, they ate uncle Lester.) But, the shower is perfect for me. When you're done getting clean, sometimes I just need a little sip, and I scoot right back into the walls.
Thanks for understanding.
P.S. Maybe Karen just needs to read Charlotte's Web again...
P.P.S. Maybe she should read this again too.
Susan: My new ones, why?
k: I was going to wear them if you weren't.
s: oh, you can. I'll wear my black ones
k: no, no. I was only going to wear them if you didn't
s: no big deal, you wear them.
(a few minutes later in the car)
s: I hope you're enjoying those shoes, cause I have white socks on with black shoes
k: Um, maybe we should switch socks... (pulls up pant leg, to show gray and black trouser socks.)
s: No way, my feet were cold all day yesterday, and I wore thick socks to stay warm. Besides, I am a sharer, and I have shared my shoes, damn it!
k: So you're selfish about socks, then.
s: Well, technically, these are your socks too.
Here's the proof. Enjoy.
Aside from the obvious fun we've been having, we have started a health kick. Yes, we are following the centuries old (?) tradition of making new year's resolutions, and we have vowed to pound get ourselves into shape. For Karen, this simply means adding exercise to her already healthy-esque eating habits. For me, that means no longer enjoying a few bags of Cheez-Its from the vending machine at work for breakfast, and no longer cooking very filling (and very comfort-foody) meals every day. To aid in our venture, I ordered Jillian's 30-day Shred workout video. I must admit I have never been a fan of workout videos, but this one is actually doable. As much as Jillian seems like someone I would never want near me in a gym when I watch her on TV, she is very motivating and almost kind in this video. I did it for the first time last night and actually woke up this morning and did it again. Jillian promises twenty pounds in thirty days. We'll see... Updates to come.
And, I think I mentioned a new camera for Christmas... It's a little plastic guy who loves to take strange pics. Here's his latest work:
It started out small, the way parties always do. We invited some neighborhood cats, but then they invited some friends, and so on. They came over all kind, 'hi, thanks for having us over...' but before long, they were drinking all the diet coke. (Okay, they didn't really drink ALL the diet coke, because I made them leave before they could finish the last few. Diet coke is apparently like crack for cats. Catnip isn't as enticing as diet coke. For real.) We played some bridge and watched movies, and then for some reason, they decided to try on all of Karen's clothes... I told them not to, but you know cats. They also ate all the snacks in the place. And used up all the ice cubes. It was terrible... before I knew it, it was 5am and I had to put out a small fire in the kitchen and take away their beer bong. I made them leave, but I think they plan to come back for more tonight.
Okay, none of that really happened... We sat quietly on the couch all night and read books. The other story's more interesting though, admit it. :)