Ninty percent of true love is acute, earburning embarrassment. - Terry Pratchett, "Wyrd Sisters"

You know, I just thought of it - Wyrd sisters would describe me and my sisters to a tee.

So, the reason why I haven't posted anything in twelve years, is because, as you know, I'm sure, I've been working. A lot. So now, I'm burnt out, tired, head-ache-y, and barely able to hold my head up straight. (By the way, Radish and Cherd, thanks for being concerned, but I've done more hours in the same amount of time, just later in the summer.) (And thank goodness for spellcheck!)

Today, I would have been out almost two hundred dollars if I'd been alone when I was counting my cash - two hundred dollars short, which is a fire-able offense, obviously. So I was freaking out. Good thing Patrick (whose real name is Tammy, but Tami is my boss, so you can't have two Tammys/Tamis around) was there to look over my shoulder and figure out what my issue was. That's the second time I almost cried today. It turns out that I just can't add, that's all. Two fifty dollar bills are one hundred dollars, not fifty. And my voids weren't adding up right. And I forgot about my coupons.

And then Mister Mark drove me home. We had to stop at Mister Paul and Missus Tami's house to drop off the cash, and then we drove home. It was nice. I really like Mister Mark. He's possibly the best man I've ever met outside of my family and my church. And even in competition with my church, he's pretty high up there. And his wife, Debbie, is a sweetheart, too. They came out to the market one day, after Mark had been working all day, just to bring me a fahita, because I told Mark he could bring me one, when he said Debbie was making them for dinner. It was the best fahita I'd ever eaten.

I got another ten dollars from Patrick today to shave my head, and the sist's friend promised me another twenty-five, so I'm up to one hundred and thirty five, I think. Yay! I wonder how Allison's doing. Maybe I should call her tomorrow, since I think she's home, now. Yay, again!

Anyway, now I'm just blabbering on for something to do while I finish my hot chocolate, so I'm going to stop what I'm sure is torture for you, my dear reader (well, that wasn't cheesy at all!). I'm skipping the shower tonight. I'll go write a little more of a story, and go to bed.

DFTBA,

Jennie.Rae

The quoting of an aphorism rarely means something good is about to happen. - Lemony Snicket

Hey, so, cool! My whole family was home this weekend, and then my parents' friends, Heiner and Denise stopped by, and so we went from a full house to just me and my mother in about half an hour. I love it when my family comes home. (And yes, family does include David.)

I didn't get a chance to talk to Dykstras or Mrs Vanderlinde at church today. I talked to Janita instead, and then I went home, because Erin wanted to stop at the market and she had to be in Peterborough for 2:30 to catch her bus. So now we have fresh strawberries, most of which will probably end up in the freezer, and asparagus. Mother tried cooking asparagus a while back, but it didn't work, 'cause you're only supposed to boil it for like 2 minutes, not ten. So she's going to try it again. Hopefully it'll be better this time!

I bought a new dress on Monday, and I wore it today. It falls open at the front when I sit down, so I'm going to get a brooch with fake flowers on it to pin it closed. It's a little embarrassing, but hopefully the brooch will fix it. It's a really pretty dress, it's green and blue and white and grey-ish brown. The background is white, and then it's got blue stripes and blue, green and grey-ish flowers in the front, and there's sparkly accents on some of the flowers. Hoorah for $11.00 at It's Worth Repeating!

Ever have it (probably not, I don't think most of you are writers...) that you have an idea for a story when you're showering, and you can't wait to start writing it? And then you don't go to bed until like 11:00, and so you can't start writing it until then. And then you write and write and write and the next thing you know, it's 1:30? That's pretty much what happened to me last night. It's a really good story, though! Or, rather, it will be, when it's finished, and I flesh it out a bit. I'm just writing basically a skeleton. I'll go back when it's done and give it some more meat, make it longer, change the wording (it's easier to find the right word when you type your stories, I find). I'm really really excited about it! Maybe I can include it in my Seasons anthology that I'm writing...

DFTBA,

Jennie.Rae

Why is it always so hard to come up with a good title?

Apparently I fail at remembering my own work schedule. I was at White's yesterday, not the booth, so I had to work all day. I have today off, and then I'm in the booth tomorrow. Silly. Yesterday was the worst day ever, I almost puked because I was dehydrated. Never again will I take only two bottles of water to a satellite.

I called the Canadian Cancer Society today, and they have my sponsor sheets and everything ready for me! So Mom's going to pick them up this afternoon after she's done working, and then we'll be good to go! Anyone who wants to donate can talk to me or the Radish or Allison (you need a nick-name, girl. What'll it be?) because they are now the only two peeps doing with with me. Argh. Stupid people keep backing out. But it's kinda my own fault for taking so long to get sponsor sheets. We won't be sending in the monies until probably September, so you don't even have to have money now, you can get it to us until September. Please donate, it's all going under Geoffrey's name.

Mister Cherd, I hope you get home soon, because I actually can't wait to see you again. I hope you're having the time of your life, singing your little heart out, but please don't like the glamour of it too much, or you'll never come home! I miss you a whole lot, and would probably go competely and utterly mad if you decided not to come home. In any case, I'd cry a whole lot. So come home soon, and call me ASAP!

And I can't type properly today, so I'm signing out.

DFTBA,

Jennie.Rae

Pee to the Ess: I just found this, and although I still can't type properly, I have to link it. It's awesome. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkKLANmUbF4&feature=channel