Lots of catch-up to do. I didn't even crack open my MacBook yesterday. THE BUSY IS UPON ME!
Okay. Where did I leave off? Thursday night. Writing. LOTS OF GOOD WRITING OF WHICH I AM NOT ASHAMED! Wrote a scene I was nervous about, since it's the same basic scene as in both the first draft and the revision-that-failed. I had to keep the same basic action in it, but I wanted a lighter mood from Anna, and the conversation had to be about 85% different, since I'm supposed to cut back on that subplot. But the same basic actions had to happen.
And I don't hate it.
This is good.
Friday. Um. I did some stuff on Friday. I just don't know what. Toward the end of Friday, we packed up and went to Camp David* to hang out and watch Dollhouse. Verity loves Deacon most of all. And the Proprietors love Verity enough to not get mad over spills. Even if the stuff spilled is the equivalent of Black Gold. Thank you, Proprietors!
Then it was off to Boy's parents' house. We spent the night there, and I left when morning was just happening. Off to the very best cafe in the area, Friends Roastery. I rarely get to go there, because when we're in Salem, we're usually there dropping The V Thing off or picking her up, with a little layover for lunch. But I really love that place. I'd move back to Salem for that place.
It reminds me TONS of the Tea Lounges in Brooklyn. More the Cobble Hill location than the now-closed Park Slope one. Only no sofas, and smaller. But still. Makes me feel like I'm in Brooklyn, and that is a VERY GOOD THING.
Stayed there until about 2:00, and then it was back to Camp David to pick up my cell phone (THANKS, PROPRIETORS!), and back up to Youngstown for a late lunch and Doctor Who. Then boom, library, where I picked up What I Saw and How I Lied, and did some research on prewar fashion.
Then, off to church, where I was to watch children during a MOPS dinner. Beth and I ended up having 16 kids between the ages of 2 and 6.
It was insane, and I'm still hurting.
Boy and Babykid were still with his parents. They'd gone out of town to his aunt's birthday party, and I hear most of his (large) family was there. Which is cool. Guess what? I didn't feel guilt about not going! Huzzah! They stayed Saturday night at his parents' again.
Which means I spent the night, in my house, alone.
O! Glorious quietude!
Except for this part:
When I finally went to bed, I turned on the white noise machine because it would've been too quiet otherwise.
Sunday morning, I went to Sr. High, did our thang, found out like, NONE of my girls can make it to the girls' retreat in April (WAIL! I like them so much!), and then skipped on on proper church (hey, I"d be going to third service, be nice!). I went back to Friends and grabbed a mocha and read about half of What I Saw and How I Lied. Then lunch with Boy and his parents and The V Thing. Then off to a friend's house for hummus a jewelery party. I scored a LOVELY bracelet! Huzzah! And there was hummus! Huzzah! And I met friend's family, and they are Huzzah! Julie, your mom is a riot!
Then it was BACK to church AGAIN for the THIRD time in TWO days and the NINTH time in SEVEN days.
I kid you not.
We need a gas and mileage reimbursment fund. Srsly.
Drama practice came first last night, and the KIDS WERE AMAZING. I am SO excited, and so glad to work with all of them. They come in with such good attitudes, and such an openness, and I just love all of them tons. I left practice feeling really good about it all. I'd forgotten how much I loved working in drama and theater. How fulfulling it was. My co-coordinator, Kari, also rocks like you wouldn't believe. She's smart, she's cool, and I like getting to know her better.
Although I think that, by the end of the summer, if we hear Lifehouse's "Everything" one more time, our brains will fry.
Then third service, which was great, and the guest speaker was really good, with some funny stories to tell.
Cool things are happening in this world, guys.
In the midst of everything bad, there is still good that thrives.
I had a pretty awful migraine the last half of the day, so on the way home, Boy was amazing and massaged my neck and shoulders. And once home, I went right to bed. Slept until about 2:30, got up, and brainstormed a bit for upcoming chapters and read.
Finished these two books this morning. Reviews forthcoming!
Current music love: "Street Fight" by Hedley.
Got in a street fight,
With the I.R.S and I'm all right,
Took one to the chest but I'm fine,
It's all coming up roses.
Call me 'The White Guy With A Real Bad Case Of That Pink Eye'
But it's just a reflection of roses,
It's all coming up roses.
* To newcomers, it's not that Camp David. It's what we call my best friend's house.
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I've got a bottle of water and a glass of Haus cider beside me for my first participating hour. At the ready: a full supply of cookies, popcorn, coffee, cocoa, chips, and other, more substantial food, like salad and sandwich stuff for later. 
But specifically, I'm looking forward to munching on Spekulatius cookies and drinking a nice cup of 
Star Trek. I was a Trekkie. I hadn't seen Star Wars, but I loved Chekov, Wesley, and Bashir from the first three series. Clearly, I liked the brainy Beta males to the Alphas (my best friend in Jr. High loved Kirk, Riker, and Sisko--Alpha-lover much?) I never watched Voyager. "The City on the Edge of the Forever" made me cry, just like it was supposed to. Star Trek IV is my favorite of the movies. Because of teh funnehs! 
All her world's a stage.
On June 9, 1865, while traveling by train to London with his secret mistress, 53-year-old Charles Dickens--at the height of his powers and popularity, the most famous and successful novelist in the world and perhaps in the history of the world--hurtled into a disaster that changed his life forever. 
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