Archive for September, 2009

How I’m spending my weekend

September 27, 2009

An Echo In The Bone arrived in the mail yesterday. It’s the latest in the Outlander series, just released this week.

There are 800+ pages (hardcover) and I’m 627 pages in. So far, I have cried, smiled, laughed out loud, gasped in delight, and been taken aback numerous times.

How does she do that?


I take my learnin’ where I find it

September 23, 2009

Because of Joshilyn Jackson, I am an educated woman. I just clicked over to the daily newspaper’s Web site, as I am wont to do several times a day, and lo, look what has arrived in the Great White North:

Devastating find: Rampaging Vine Is Here

LEAMINGTON – The fast-growing kudzu vine, dubbed “the vine that ate the South” has been found in Leamington. Read more…

And I said to myself, “I know what that is! Joss has that! Joss writes about that! It hides dead bodies, even!”

I have myself a little celebrity/internet crush on Joshilyn. Much like the one I have on Lani. See, we belong(ed?) to the same writers’ email list, I stalk her blog, I refer readers to her books with a lofty, “this writer I know, she’s good.” Except I don’t actually know her, except from afar. She joined Momwriters back in the day when Gods in Alabama was about to come out, and I’ve been a fan ever since.  But because Kira met her in real life (I think?) and I met Kira in real life, well, you know how it goes…I’d like to know her. I’d like to think myself her peer. Even though I’m not. ‘Cause she’s brill.

Because of Joss, I often find myself calculating my Mental Illness Number. And Capitalizing. And although I never would have known what to call it, I have a Little Pink Sock Drawer of my own. And now I have kudzu in my backyard! (or at least in my county)

It’s entirely possible that I’m not a well woman.

See, I just said “we have kudzu!” to the Man, and he glared at me. He then gave me the 30-second version of the history of kudzu in North America, scared the bejeezus out of one of the kids, and left me thinking I may have to spend next summer personally guarding his tomato plants from the kudzu.

So kudzu’s a pretty bad thing. Bad bad bad. But Joss is a really good writer, and also, since I read her, I knew what kudzu was. Who says you can’t learn valuable information reading fiction?


I have not mentioned the tomato plants, have I? There are tomato plants. The Man has had some sort of inner awakening that involves returning to the traditions of generations gone by, even though his generations gone by were ironmongers. He planted, and he harvested, and he canned, and I’ve eaten more vegetables this summer than I have in my life. Fresh.

Now he’s talking chickens. Four chickens, he says, will give us enough eggs for a year. And then…well, let’s just say the kids were all on board with the eggs, not so much with the “and then.” If permitted to name the chickens, we will call them Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner and Snack.

This is only if the city decides to permit this Urban Chicken movement to cluck its way into the city limits. Although the argument goes that since we already have skunks, raccoons, rabbits and the odd (very odd) possum wandering the alleys, why not let people keep chickens?

We celebrated 20 years of marriage last week, and the man continues to manage to surprise me. It’s invigorating.  As is the homemade salsa he canned.

A little of everything

September 22, 2009

How much can I write in the time it takes to cook a frozen pizza?


I’ve started school, made it off the waiting list, and so far it’s okay. I think our particular community college needs to be a little more creative in how they deal with students – I’m ‘part time’, which is neither full time or continuing education. Continuing ed. happens at night, and it’s almost impossible to complete a full diploma program that way. (there are exceptions) Full time is the day programs. My program isn’t offered at night, so I go during the day but only take two classes. I am a woman without a category.

I’m also moderately annoyed at the way they deal with tuition. As a part time student, my tuition is calculated at an hourly rate x hours of class per week x 16 weeks ( a semester) So, for my one class, the tuition is roughly $240 plus whatever fees I have to pay (and I can’t even fathom the system used to calculate that)

So far, for said class, there have been six scheduled class hours (three hours once a week). Except instructor only taught 2 hours the first week and one hour the second. All indications is that this while continue. And while most of the students are going “whoohoo, we get out early!”, I’m thinking that the college has already stolen $15 of my money. If the pattern continues and we get out, on average, 90 minutes early every week, the end of the semester will bring 24 hours of class time I paid for that didn’t exist.

When do you think I should ask for my 120 bucks back?

I might not be so nidgy about it except the class starts at 8 freakin’ a.m.

However, the program itself is very interesting, and I think I’m going to like it. And the other class looks good.


Every time the TD Canada Trust commercial comes on, I think to myself, “I’d like that green chair.”


Every time the Kangaroo skypes from university, there is a boy in the background. In her room. It’s not always the same boy. Should I worry?


At the same time as I have embraced the life of a pedestrian, I have committed to being out of the house before 8 a.m. on two mornings a week. I’m tired, and we’re getting the hang of things, but what was I thinking?


Something went tragically wrong with my Outlook program this weekend and I appear to have lost everything. Nothing in there was backed up, no contacts, no folders, nothing. I think this is called learning the hard way.


Pizza’s done. See ya!