We don’t do Halloween here, but we do believe in sugar.
So far, my Mommy Tax has only scored me one little Milky Way. Drat.
And to the person who donated PRETZELS to our church’s Harvest Party – thanks for nothin’.
Chocolate is good, pretzels lame.
What’s your favorite candy?
I don’t really have anything of great importance to say at the moment, but I want to write anyway. It’s good practice for next month, and since it’s so freezing in my office, I’m hoping even the slightest exertion will generate body heat. At least my fingertips will be warm.
Did you know I have an office, like a real writer? Actually, it’s not that impressive; it’s only a spare bedroom that may convert back to guest or kid room if we need it. Right now everybody around here shares a bedroom. The two girls together. Two boys bunk in the next room. Susan and Lucy have the biggest age difference, and I was concerned tween and toddler wouldn’t mix, but Susan adores her sister, so it’s going well.
The boys wanted to separate several months ago. No way, I told them.
“Nobody gets their own room. Even mommy and daddy have to share.”
Feel free to borrow that line if you need it.
So like I said, this is all just practice for next month. November is National Blog Posting Month, and for the first time, I’m going to participate. The whole thing is a play on the more widely known National Novel Writing Month, when you attempt to write a full-length novel from November 1 to 30.
I’ll take a pass on the novel writing gig.
I’m confident I can post a fairly interesting post here everyday in November. I’m already posting at least three to four times a week, so with a little more effort I can make it daily. There’s no rule every post has to be informative, intelligent or compelling, and normally I try to hit at least one of those three, but when it’s 11:46 pm on November 26, and I got nothin’, I’m not going to care what I get onto the page. I’ll just be showing up at that point. And a lot of times, just showing up is half the battle. I suspect there is a Scripture that applies, but I can’t think of it. My hands are too cold to type anymore.
Let me know if sign up for NaBloPoMo or if you’re crazy brave enough to try NaNoWriMo. You can also check out all the pretty bling in my sidebar relating to NaBloPoMo. Me likey new widgets. Sigh. So shiny.
Mama is so proud. The girl’s got the big buggy eyes, crazed hair and almost non-existent body workin’ in this masterpiece.
And she’s floating in a bubble. Not sure what to make about that.
Now excuse me while I go hide all the permanent markers, because… well, you know.