Monday, March 23, 2009
Monday, Monday
Another month of Mondays, hmmm, wait – there’s one more to go, right? So we’ve almost completed a month of Mondays. LOL Winter is giving away to the two weeks of Spring that we get around here; then it’s Summer’s tight grip. And what does Bailey hate more than cauliflower? Yeah, Summer. Around here Spring is also referred to “duck, it’s a thunderstorm”. And we have some coming this week. I hope so – I do love thunderstorms, as long as no one gets hurt or loses property, but I love it when the thunder is so loud it makes the windows shake and rattle. Heavenly.
I received an interesting message from someone on my friends list on MySpace. Goes by the name of Spartan? Thought my profile was interesting and would like to read one of my books. I’d like to read one of my books. But that’s another matter. I don’t know if he was hitting on me or if he was serious. I don’t think I want to know. Almost jailbait as it is – a seventeen year difference. I know, it’s been done, but not by me – thankyouverymuch. Although …. Hugh Jackman, call me, please.
I didn’t get any writing done this week. I didn’t get a lot of anything done this week. At least I’m consistent. That’s something, isn’t it?
So what did you do this weekend. And be specific, I’m taking notes.
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4 comments:
Hmmm, my life is not any more interesting than yours: work, sleep, study for exam, feed cats, water plants.
Spartan, huh? I wonder what he means by that. And I wanta read one of your books too!
The only thing I did this weekend that I enjoyed was watching NASCAR. What can I say, I live a boring life.
I want to hear more about Spartan! And now-a-days a seventeen year difference is nothing.
We went grocery shopping, Mass, and bought seedling pots and seeds and planted those. I also ironed, did laundry and exercises. A pretty normal and boring weekend. *G*
Thunderstorms are so much fun as long as you're on the inside looking out.
I hope you have a good week.
I agree on the thunderstorms - they rock. We don't really get spring here in AZ, pretty much just fall and summer. We get some wicket monsoons, which is what keeps me from loving my everloving mind when it's 120 degrees out.
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