Sunday evening.

[same_sky]

Ever play a consecutive string of music that's just all so good you can't decide which to put in the Current Music box? It makes me want to post pages of lyrics like an angst-ridden teenager. Of course, I'm listening to Counting Crows.. I often feel that way. It bugs me when people can't see how GOOD this stuff is. :)

Last night's dinner with Jon and Jenny was nice. We tried to go bowling after dinner at Applebee's, but it turns out being the only entertainment in Mt. Sterling and being attached to the movie theatre leads to a place packed with kids on a Saturday night. Hmm.. I wonder how good the insulation between the two sections are. The bowling part was REALLY loud. They were very busy at Applebee's, and the food wasn't nearly as good as normal. But the company was good. ;)

There was an Unexpected Event discussed at Papaw's today. Well, actually, there were two. *rofl* The big one was that my cousin's ex-father-in-law apologized profusely to her for the extremely nasty things he had said to her a few years back when her marriage fell apart. Seems he discovered how hard-headed his son actually is and realized that there was another side to the story. ;) And the other thing? My darling three-year-old cousin apparently got a heart-shaped sucker stuck to his balls last night. I don't even want to KNOW how and why this happened, but it sure was funny. ;)

My basil and my parsley are both doing extremely well. Especially the parsley. They look kinda like weeds, but cuter. Here's how much I know about plants. "Gross! They have like, icky things on them!" Magnus peeks into the bowl. "Those are the seed shells, baby. Not gross." Who knew? :)

I wish I could get myself back on a schedule. You know, if I'd continued writing an hour a day, I would have at least my first book done by now! I just can't decide what I want to write. The obvious thing is romance--which I happen to enjoy without feeling in the least guilty about. I actually think there's something wrong with a world that scorns happy endings and people in love, but that's another story. (I don't like trash romance, though. You really can judge some books by their covers, as it turns out.) I've just read so many I no longer believe that there are any new plots or ideas. Maybe I should write myself a schedule tomorrow. Of course, I've never been able to stick to a schedule, but still. Maybe I would feel better if I had one. :)

Definitely time to go decide what to be done about dinner. And the fish tank MUST be cleaned tonight, or I think we might have some dead fishies this week.

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[same-sky.livejournal.com]

It was really funny because they made him come sit down on the couch cause he was (they thought) showing himself to one of the other kids. He's in one of those phases where he's fascinated by his naughty bits. Obviously. Anyway, after he was sitting down on the couch, he kept digging around in his pants, and his mother told him to stop. "I need to get it out!" he said, and she, predictably, told him that he didn't NEED to get it out. *laugh* Anyway, after a minute, his grandmother noticed what he was doing and asked if he had something in his pants, and then the emergency sticky-mess-clean-up project began, and he kept saying, "Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwwww!". Of course I don't normally think it's funny when kids are in pain, but.. sorry, gotta laugh at this one!

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[denyeverything.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHAHA! Oi! Talk about a learning experience!