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I'm back in the office. I'm alive (but barely).
It's just been a peachy-keen weekend. *snerk*
To update from Saturday....
I have found Nirvana. Meca. The Holy Land. And it is Hobby Lobby. *swoon* I informed the family that I am not allowed in that store without supervision. To do so would mean catastrophic damage to my bank account. My inner Martha Stewart publicly orgasmed folks.
Which means for Christmas, my family is getting personalized etched ornaments, homemade soap, and my mother gets a mosaic stepping stone for her garden.
Believe me, I'm being a good girl. I steered clear of the jewelry making items.
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From Sunday...
Church is becoming nigh on unbearable. One family is tearing the church apart, yet no one seems to ever do anything. My parents left for another church because of this family. Last Sunday, there was a blow out and *another* family left (taking one of my students, but she'll be happier at another church where there are actually other kids to play with). The ones causing the rift...well, the preacher has been brought in now to fight the problem. It's gotten that bad. And if they're not careful, they'll lose more (and if they lose more, they might lose me).
I get so tired of haters and hypocrits at church. They all want to pretend they're holier than thou. Come on folks, we're all sinners. Admit you're not perfect and quit pointing fingers at others.
On another note, my mother is firmly implanted in the realm of delusional. Still thinks I'm staying in NC and getting a desk job at a police station.
Yeah.
I have a new (cop) show that I just love. 10-8 is fun and not too heavy. But come on guys, don't bring in a former Melore Place chick and expect me to believe that storyline. Just give me my Ernie Hudson and I'm a happy girl.
It'll probably take me nigh on...forever to catch up on my friends' list, so have patience.
And by the way, found the Gilmore Girls First Times fic I was writing for Vic. Hee. I like it. There's something about writing...I'm so self-conscious about what I write immediately afterwards that I tend to post and run. This one is partially finished, but on a reread of what I've written so far...I can hear them. I like when that happens, when I reread something I wrote and actually like the flow and the sound. Makes me happy.
Now I just have to finish it and the miriad other things I've been writing.
It's just been a peachy-keen weekend. *snerk*
To update from Saturday....
I have found Nirvana. Meca. The Holy Land. And it is Hobby Lobby. *swoon* I informed the family that I am not allowed in that store without supervision. To do so would mean catastrophic damage to my bank account. My inner Martha Stewart publicly orgasmed folks.
Which means for Christmas, my family is getting personalized etched ornaments, homemade soap, and my mother gets a mosaic stepping stone for her garden.
Believe me, I'm being a good girl. I steered clear of the jewelry making items.
***
From Sunday...
Church is becoming nigh on unbearable. One family is tearing the church apart, yet no one seems to ever do anything. My parents left for another church because of this family. Last Sunday, there was a blow out and *another* family left (taking one of my students, but she'll be happier at another church where there are actually other kids to play with). The ones causing the rift...well, the preacher has been brought in now to fight the problem. It's gotten that bad. And if they're not careful, they'll lose more (and if they lose more, they might lose me).
I get so tired of haters and hypocrits at church. They all want to pretend they're holier than thou. Come on folks, we're all sinners. Admit you're not perfect and quit pointing fingers at others.
On another note, my mother is firmly implanted in the realm of delusional. Still thinks I'm staying in NC and getting a desk job at a police station.
Yeah.
I have a new (cop) show that I just love. 10-8 is fun and not too heavy. But come on guys, don't bring in a former Melore Place chick and expect me to believe that storyline. Just give me my Ernie Hudson and I'm a happy girl.
It'll probably take me nigh on...forever to catch up on my friends' list, so have patience.
And by the way, found the Gilmore Girls First Times fic I was writing for Vic. Hee. I like it. There's something about writing...I'm so self-conscious about what I write immediately afterwards that I tend to post and run. This one is partially finished, but on a reread of what I've written so far...I can hear them. I like when that happens, when I reread something I wrote and actually like the flow and the sound. Makes me happy.
Now I just have to finish it and the miriad other things I've been writing.
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