tiffany's spot

(I tried to post this on the 29th, but I was having trouble with blogger. Anybody else notice anything weird,  or do i have a big mean psycho blogger virus?)  I did it I did it I did it!! Guess who wrote a novel in a month? A novel that has a beginning, middle and an ending that more or less wraps up the loose ends? Me! I finished my novel tonight, a day early, and with a whopping 51,849 words. As the NaNoWriMo website says, I most definitely DO have eternal bragging rights! Things I may do now that I’m done: Pay a little more attention to my kids Mop a floor Clean the bathrooms Catch up on my favorite shows Exercise Make homemade pizza crust instead of buying that pre-made stuff Flaunt it Drink from the NaNoWriMo coffee mug I just ordered Sleep Wear clean clothes Blog blog blog!! It’s actually been a really cool experience. I’ve always said I wanted to try and write a novel, but in my head I imagined writing something well thought out, really good, sensible, s

Please please please check out this link: http://www.danoah.com/2011/11/im-christian-unless-youre-gay.html I don't care what side of the homosexual "issue" you stand on, everyone should read this. It's beautifully written and covers so many bases without (I believe) being offensive to anyone. This guy has managed to put into words much of what I think about gay people and popular judgement.

I say first as though there will be tons more. Two things. I have 25,099 words written in my novel. It's pretty exciting for me. Two: Why on earth do I need to receive an invitation to join pinterest? I've heard so many people go on about liking it, so I figured I'd check it out. Apparently it's invite only. I'm assuming that my invitation will show up in my email soon. Do I need to send references? Write a two-page autobiography? Bribe somebody? Is pinterest really worth the trouble? But I digress. Good grief I need a mouse for this computer. I'll be typing away, and then I bump the little pad on the computer (ridiculously situated right under my hands) and the cursor moves and the next sentence is injected randomly into a paragraph I've already written. Maybe I'll put a little mouse into my own stocking. I know what you're thinking: If you hold your hands up properly you wouldn't touch that uber-sensitive little pad. You could be ri

Sometimes, when I check into the internet to read a ton of different blogs, check facebook, and update my word count on my NaNoWriMo page, I wonder if there's a little bit of a dork in me. The other day Jordan brought home a beginner reader book about a bookworm. In her little book the worm is literal, and it eats words, and pages, and entire books. I excitedly told her what a bookworm actually referred to, and was a little disappointed when her joy didn't match mine at the prospect. Sure I'm past the stage where I have X-Files posters on my wall and Star Trek binders stuffed full of laminated episode guides, and maybe coasters with all the different Federation as well as enemy ships on them, but still - I love a good science fiction movie. I was watching Big Bang Theory tonight, and the show poked fun of someone's Blog, and I thought Hey! I have a blog! Why are they making fun of blogs? Oh, okay. I'm totally cool. Like, totally.

Our plan was simple. We would park the truck down the street and then Ryan and I would walk to the edge of Wilson’s property and then disappear into the bushes along the outside, where we’d make our way to the back of the house before using the code to open the back door. Once inside we’d locate the clock. If we figured we could move it on our own we’d get it to the front door and then call Amanda on her cell to bring the truck around. We’d load up the clock and be gone, locking the door behind us like the courteous burglars we were. No problem. No property damage, no looting anything else, no snooping through personal belongings. We were simply taking back something that should have been ours to begin with.

There are serious discrepancies between men's and women's sick days. I have Ebola today. I haven't had that confirmed by an actual physician, but I figure that as a mother I have a certain right to make diagnoses of weirdo illnesses that plague this household. I decided this morning to take a day off from my chores. Firstly? I didn't hop on my treadmill this morning, despite deciding at the beginning of the week that the slacking was over. In my defense, this particular strain of Ebola hits hardest in the morning. I could barely whisper, much less make any actual human sounds. My nose was plugged solid with that stuff that mutated the ninja turtles, and when I finally had to get up and have a coughing fit I did it in the bathroom because the stuff I was coughing up was making me wretch. I won't even mention the eye goop and headache. Aren't you glad you tuned into this blog this morning? Right, sick day. I didn't get on the treadmill. Then I got up and ha

By the end of today I should have had 15,003 words. I am now up to 15,593. I'm a little excited about it all. Is it good? Probably not. Is it actually getting written with a hope of being finished? Yes!

My house is actually pretty nice and tidy today. This is due only to the fact that I had company yesterday, and not because I'm the best house keeper these days. People keep telling me I have four kids, and this is what houses are supposed to look like when there are six people living here, four of them ages six and under. I just feel bad that my four kids have to live in squalor. Anyway, moderately sparkly house (if you don't look in the corners), and one kid in school, two kids sleeping, and the fourth playing Nintendo means I can write! I'm currently at 11,583 words. By the end of today I should be at 15,003. I'm a little behind, probably because I actually cleaned and organized yesterday instead of sitting for half the afternoon at the computer. On day two I wrote enough to take me past of day three, and I took day three off, so being a day or two behind is no biggie. I sort of know where the story is going, it's even fun to write it, and I type somewhere around

Tiffany: Jordan! Jordan: What? Steven: (from the other room) You need a spank! Tiffany: Yeah! Let's spank her! Jordan: No, or I'm telling your mommy. Our family is so cool. Actually, I stole a website from Pamela's blog and I want to try a cute little updo on my little tomboy/princess. Note: We don't really spank that much. There's much more tickling.

I missed ten days of Blogtober . That’s really awful considering that I aced it last year. That’s okay. Apparently there are a few little tricks that I didn ’t know about - including dating posts to pop up on different days. Had I known that I may have done slightly better! I’m sure there were days when I posted more than one post, I could have post-dated them. Whatever. Next year is going to rock. I’m cruising along with my novel. Granted, it’s only day two, but I’m sitting just under 3000 words right now, and I only need 3334 by the end of today. If I can hit that in the next half hour or so and then write for another hour tonight I’ll be ahead of the game. I worry that my character doesn ’t have enough character traits yet. Kind of too bad considering I’m 3000 words in. I’ll have to quickly try and make her a little more interesting.

I'm sitting at 1800 words and cruising along! This is so fun. Who knows, I may even share parts of it at some time. Maybe. Except that then you'll read it and I'll be all shy. I have to average 1667 words a day to hit 50,000 by the end of the month. Kickin ass!

Alright. I've actually started. This year I remembered on the first day - I figure that should count for something. And obviously I'm not procrastinating by hanging out on my blog. I figure that NaNoWriMo and Blogtober should coincide more. I'd blog daily for sure if it meant avoiding something a little more assignment-like.

I'm supposed to be starting a novel right now. Unfortunately I'm not really sure how to start my novel, nor did I ever think about it again and I still have to figure out some details before I can get into it. Sheesh. On the bright side, I've managed to catch up on my google reader and facebook and email. On the dark side I am currently a catchy sentence and 1667 words behind schedule. Luckily it's the first day.

After Halloween last year I bought two costumes for $5 each at Walmart . I was pretty proud of my bargain hunting. Jordan and Tennyson have been waiting all year to wear their butterfly and pirate costumes. Last week one day we finally brought out the costumes to make sure everything would fit before school parties, diaper gym, and Halloween night arrived. I dressed up all four kids in their costumes. Tennyson was a pirate, Jordan a butterfly, Mitchell a kangaroo and Elliot was a little purple dragon. They were pumped. They got into character right away; Jordan flapped, Tennyson “ aarrgged ”, Mitchie hopped, and Elliot, well Elliot wandered around looking cute. A few minutes in, Mitchie asked in his cute little Mitchie -voice, “Where’s my pirate costume?” This keeps happening. A few weeks ago we went into the city to buy the older two kids new winter coats and snow pants. They all played in the racks and the younger two were pretty much oblivious to what was going on until it was tim