Ted and I made bbq pulled pork sandwiches for dinner last night (which is to say, he did everything else and I made the bbq sauce, which is how it works in our house. He keeps asking me for the bbq sauce recipe, but given that I just fling it together (ie: you put in enough ketchup, then add honey until it looks like the right amount. Then you pour in some worstershire and add salt, pepper, and garlic until it all seems right, and then you eat it), I…
This made me laugh out loud. :) Gurrlz only. :)
I got an email a little while ago that made me laugh out loud: How many of you REALLY ENJOY getting little angel love notes from every person in your address book? Be honest. You know the ones *I love you so here’s a too cutesy angel and some mushy poem to prove it. BLEH!! Like the cute wasn’t bad enough. Then they threaten you with bad luck if you don’t send it on to others and back to them to prove you read the email! A vicious circle! Frankly,…
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The Chance submission should arrive at Image today. It’s made it to Berkeley, anyway. They (They) say, generally, that if your submission sucks or is brilliant, you’ll hear back almost immediately, and that if it’s in between, who knows; a couple months, maybe, assuming nothing gets lost. I know it doesn’t suck. O.O *runs around and around and around and EEEEEEEEEEEE*! Everybody wish it luck, please! EEEEEEEE!
all about jay lake
says some damned meaningful things about discipline. And, speaking of Jay, the Neighbor Auctionlet is going on at ebay right now, so check it out and see if there’s anything you might like to bid on! Proceeds are going to Jay’s neighbor family. There’ll be a secondary auction run through his journal in the next few days; I’ll keep you posted. And while I’m on the topic, my matching challenge is up to about $140, now. I’m hoping to reach $250 in donations, and will match any donations up to…
sheesh
It is a great deal easier to write if I’m not at home when I’m doing it, I think. It’s *so* easy to find other things to do, or just sit there staring at something else to do without actually doing it, when I’m at home. This is why part of my ideal home would include an office in a separate building. Preferably half a mile away from the main house, so I’d be obliged to get up and leave the house every day, and that it’d be just long…