I had no idea I’d find so many buttons aka cupcake toppers to suit the women of Hanks. Awesome. Good luck Ginger, Lorena and Sharon! See you on the 27th!
I’m willing to take responsibility for a lot of things that go wrong around here. I’m also willing to take the blame for stuff. But damn it. Not this time. I do not get blamed or held responsible for the Gator Food issue. That was completely TW’s doing. COMPLETELY.
Do NOT let her fool you into thinking it was me. You know me, I’m perfectly happy not to eat any dinner at all.
I saw Lee’s review of Deliver Us from Evie and started to think I had never read it. So I reserved it at the library, a little M.E. Kerr every now and then is good for all of us, right? Turns out I have read it. But it was still fun to read it again. M.E. Kerr always does a good job of giving us characters who could easily be real. They don’t behave oddly, they feel exactly like the people in your family or in your school or your church or your neighborhood. They’re real.
Up to 800,000 women in the U.S. will develop a diagnosable perinatal mood disorder this year! (This does not include women whose babies are stillborn, who miscarry or suffer pregnancy termination). Yet only 15% of these women will receive any treatment.
Women like Dooce, Kat Stone, Erin Kotecki Vest and, Kari have blogged about their experience with PPD. Please join us today and share your own stories or encourage others to blog for awareness of PPD and in support of The Mothers Act.
When I was a kid, I loved loved loved loved LOVED Rice a Roni Spanish Rice. There was no better lunch or dinner (I don’t think I ever tried it for breakfast) than Rice a Roni Spanish Rice. OK maybe my grandmother’s beef and noodles but otherwise, it was Rice a Roni Spanish Rice for me. I do not know why my mother did not serve this nightly. Oh yes I do – ’cause mothers do not like to make their children happy, they live to torment them with foods like beef stroganoff, tuna noodle casserole and pork chops and spaghetti and stuff like that.
When I grew up, moved out and cooked all of my own food, I tried to eat Rice a Roni Spanish Rice every night but my ex husband and then my children complained. A lot. Hmph. I’m sure my mother paid them to SAY they didn’t like it just to continue to annoy me. Mothers do that kind of stuff. I should know since I’m a mom.
A few minutes ago, TW asked me what I wanted for dinner. I answered as I always do, “I dunno. Nothing.” But now… now that I’m in mourning for the creator of my beloved Rice a Roni Spanish Rice… do you think she’ll run to Publix and grab a box? **Updated** The answer to that question is yes. She just walked out the door. Heh. I’m lucky.
I am having some trouble concentrating on my work. I look up, see the bookshelves all messy and unorganized and start pondering just how to get them organized. I’ve already insisted on organization by color – but do I want to do genre and color? And should it be a mish mash of shades or should the shelves move light to dark or dark to light. I’m constantly getting up and adding books to the shelves, or moving a book from yellow to orange or blue to green or changing which books sit side by side because their shades clash.
I think we should have stopped reading the Acorna series about four books ago. Third Watch was errr a little boring and a lot tedious. I don’t like the “children” much at all. Actually, I think when Acorna mated with Aari I should have stopped reading. I never liked him and it’s just gone down hill ever since.
Hanks Yarn & Fiber is just a couple of days away from its grand opening. Yay! Time to celebrate with some yarn cupcakes, right? Peace, Love, Knit are quite possibly the best cupcake toppers to celebrate Hanks. Or maybe these Pirate Needle buttons? Or Shiz Knit? Or Stitch this Bitch? Or the Flaming skull knitter? Maybe some daily fiber? 
