Elephants are Cute, Book Sales Skyrocket, Separation of Church and State is in the First Amendment?

This …

… is the top of our media center (which is a fancy label to say “entertainment center”).

I’m somewhat obsessed with this mantle clock. I have no idea why. Maybe because Kevin and I both Googled the crap out of trying to find a clock that wasn’t too tall for this space and wouldn’t cost us an arm and a leg.

(Have you shopped for clocks lately? Have your smelling salts handy).


I love my elephants.

They’re actually book ends. But I love them. I think they’re adorable. I think I might have bought them from Pier One and … now that I think about it, I think Kevin actually bought these elephants. Because he’s the one who usually thinks outside the box.

Me? I’m lucky if I dare to open the lid far enough for a peek. That’s how unimaginative I am when it comes to house decor.

But, I’m liking our media center, I think it turned out nicely.

(Feel free to look a little more closely at the left and right sides, if you want).

I feel like I’ve walked into a showroom, only the stuff on display is MY stuff and it feels personal and …

… I have an unhealthy attachment to my media center. Just humor me, okay? 😉


I found out today that my mom was able to switch with someone at work and is now free to drive up to St. Louis with me on Saturday.


My mom hasn’t had a chance to watch Jazz’s band perform so she is in for a real treat. I’m also looking forward to her watching a few other bands, which are equally awesome and quite spectacular.

It’s amazing how much talent these kids have – and I’m not just talking about Jazz’s band, but all of the other bands in these competitions, too.

It’s really quite mind blowing.

Also? I haven’t had a chance to spend any time with my mom for, geez, this past year really, so I’m looking forward to having a little girl time with her.

(Kevin has a gig so won’t be going. And I think Dude has had it up to his eyeballs with marching competitions).


Books sales are phenomenal. We have sold 30 books in the past seven days.

Yes. I said THIRTY.

It really blows my mind, actually. These textbooks, that my dad so very graciously let us take off his hands, have been selling like hotcakes. One day, I mailed EIGHT.

The post office people are starting to recognize me. (And the lady who usually helps me is actually pretty cranky with other people, but she’s nice to me. Probably because I have everything ready to go and make her job easier. It amazes me the number of people who show up at the post office ill prepared. As in, their item isn’t even packaged).

But it’s getting old. I’m tempted to put my account into vacation mode just to take a break … but I won’t.

There is money to be made (and I need to get rid of these books. They’re taking over the garage).

[I didn’t even finish typing this entry and we sold another one. That’s 31 32 books in seven days. I’m tired just typing that].


Speaking of books …

The Fall library book sale is this week. I want to go. I shouldn’t go.

We’re going tomorrow.

Kevin and I are planning on making a trip over there tomorrow after lunch. I think I’ll focus on trying to find nonfiction books as those seem to be selling better than my fiction ones.

Kevin doesn’t know about this plan, by the way. I’ll have to take out the trusty charm, dust her off and see if I can’t blind him with my sweet smile.



NaNoWriMo starts in ten days.

I’m trying not to panic about that little fact, but …

… I’m a bit panicked by that little fact.

I have done nothing.

Let me repeat that ..


I have a germ of an idea … and by that I mean,

“Oh, this idea might make an interesting story”

and that’s it. That’s as far as I’ve gotten. I have no idea where that idea might go – right now, it’s dangling on the end of a string surrounded by nothingness.

It’s quite sad, actually.

But never fear, I will come up with a tentative outline (and I say outline in the loosest sense of the word because I’m what you might call a “pantser” sort of writer – I write by the seat of my pants) before midnight, October 31st.

(Okay fine, it won’t even be then, it’ll be WHILE I’m writing utter nonsense).

Last year I wrote a series of short stories and vowed I would never do that again (I’m sort of notorious for saying “I’ll never do THAT again and then a few years later, I do it again), this year, I’m thinking of writing two novellas and somehow connecting them in some way.

I sort of have a fascination for stories that are written to go together but could easily be read separately and still be understood. I’d like to try that again, only on a larger scale this time.

I think Kevin and I will also drop by Staples tomorrow so I can pick out a fun binder to put my project in.

Kevin will not be expecting this stop, either.

I’m sort of sneaky like that.


Did you KNOW that Michelle Obama wore the SAME SWEATER only she TURNED IT AROUND AND WORE IT DIFFERENT!!!


I know.

Can you believe that was on the front page of Yahoo today??


Did you know that “The separation of church and state” is NOT in the constitution? That the amendment that everyone (and by everyone, I mean liberals) refers to actually says:

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

The phrase -‘separation of church and state’ – originated from a letter Thomas Jefferson wrote to a persecuted Baptist minority group in 1802 entitled “A Wall of Separation.”

And this little constitutional lesson stems from this little tidbit in the news today and from the fact that a prominent blogger brought this issue up in a very snotty way on Twitter today and snickered about how smart Christine O’Donnell was in that she didn’t know anything about our constitution.

*pause for dramatic effect here*

Spin is such a nasty little tool, isn’t it?


And that’s all the brain power I can muster at this late hour (it’s 11:34 p.m.).

Good night.

Sleep tight.

Don’t let the bed bugs bite.

Ugh. That saying has such realistic ring to it nowadays, doesn’t it?