If you've been reading my blog and have been praying for me about the freelance assignment, keep praying! Things are going MUCH better. It can only be God. Inspiration comes from Him.
So yeah...one set of the teaching plans I'm editing uses the story about the garden gnomes being "liberated" in France back in 2001. I went to the GGLF's Web site (that would be Garden Gnome Liberation Front). Strange...very strange. Check it out at www.freethegnomes.com. (no links, remember?)
Creepy-crawlies...the folks at Pan Galactic Blogger Blaster were sharing the ickiest stories about bug infestations. Most of them having to do with Section 8 housing or some other unfortunate poverty-level living situation. Entire homes covered in roaches, so that you couldn't see the walls. Don't suppose that Hildi will ever do a room with bugs as wall coverings. But don't hold your breath. Large bugs one assumed were mice...but were in fact bugs. Bugs that laid eggs and hatched IN SOMEONE'S NASAL CAVITY. Eew, eew, eew, eew, EEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll stop there.
My favorite bug-related quote, to which Pink Kitty, StarGazer, and DukeDiva will attest, is "The man should have to kill the bug" by Suzanne Sugarbaker. StarGazer, upon receiving the kind but unwanted attention of a small eight-legged friend, remarked, "Yeah, the man should have to kill the bug, but he shouldn't have to wear it!" Which is now my all time favorite quote. So EAS, you made the blog!
I'm considering installing a pull-down bunk in my office. Why go home? Sleep here. Shower at the Y. Return for facial and dental ablutions and application of makeup. Keep the clothes nicely wadded into the filing cabinets. Stash snack items in the desk drawer. Hey, it could work. ............... Neh.
I'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. Doh! Can't do that. ConDog's coming to take her furniture. Gotta unload the baker's rack (aka bookshelf) and clear the living room floor. So long, futon...it was nice knowing you. I'll miss you, reclining chair. Guess it's just you, me, the coffee table, and the TV, pappazan.
Egads, almost 11:00 p.m.
The Cuteness Factor
My toes and my fingers are matching. I mean the nails. They're painted the same color. (It's late...at night.) And they're TOO cute! Somehow feet aren't as gross when the nails are painted. Exception is guys' feet. Please don't paint your nails, boys. Get them trimmed, yes. Painting, no.
Yesterday (ooh, look, indention!) the white high-heeled sandals were back. I know you missed them. They packaged the little tootsies quite well, I must say. Denim jacket, white shirt, denim skirt, white shoes...blue toes...a fashion full house! Yeah, it gets b-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-d late at night.
_Lapsing into a Comma: A Curmudgeon's Guide to the Many Things That Can Go Wrong in Print—and How to Avoid Them_. Great book. About copy editing. Yes, a great book about copy editing. And the idea that someone could mix up "coma" and "comma" is HIlarious! The image on the front cover is a woman reclining on a fainting couch, complete with "woe is me" look on her face. (Or is that woe is I? Yep, there's another copy editing book by that title, _Woe Is I_.)
Now that I've mesmerized you, and without the aid of the voice of James Earl Jones, I shall TTFN and whisk myself off to Elena's Casa de Yonosé. ¡Adios, amigos!
a very tired E.