You can now find it here.

But I do feel better. My head is not nearly as scattered as it was yesterday, but I still haven't found it in myself to be able to sit down and write a chapter, sooo, I am going to have to work on that this week, because, darn it, I have deadlines, even if they are self imposed.

Okay, enough complaining. I am setting up blogs for my 4-year-old, and my 6-year-old. Why? Because I am crazy, I think, and because they asked me too. I know it won't get a lot of use now, but, I am working on daily journaling with them anyway, and I know they will think it's cute. So, I am trying to find templates that they like and all that other jazz that goes with setting up a blog, but the plus side is we are having fun doing it, and they are learning a bit about computers and about how things don't always work the way they are supposed to.

I guess that's all for now.
~E

They started on the roof yesterday, and boy is that a loud project! And it goes on all week. I have no idea how I am supposed to make school work, but I am going to try. Oh, and I think I may have found a way to help Phoebe, at least with her numbers.

Penn's Colony is an event that happens in the Pittsburgh Area once a year during the last two weekends of September. We had fun, the girls got to ride in a Surray (Horse & Cart) And the guy let my sister's son (almost 2-years) drive-with help, lol. The girls got these cool whistles, that sound just like birds. So they aren't too annoying. All in all, we basically had fun, and the girls want to do it again next year. Maybe I will have some of my own money to spend, because they do have some really cool stuff there.

I started journals with my girls this last week. It's helping me with communicating with Pink a little easier. She seems more than willing to just talk and talk and talk some more while I am filling in a page in her journal. She'll tell me everything, from how she felt about something, to why she did something she wasn't supposed to do. It's interesting, but it's like I am not even here while I write the entry for her. (She's only six, so she can't really write everything on her own yet, and I kind of like this look into her life right now) And Bugs, she just likes to tell me things, and she thinks it's cool that I am writing it down, but she' bluntly honest about things anyway. So, that's one more thing I've added to my life of things to do in a day, but it's well worth it to finally learn how to communicate with one of my kids.

Who am I? (Yes it's been one of those days.)

I am a thirty-year-old (As of 2008) stay-at-home-mother of two, wife of ten years, pet owner of three cats, and one dog, home owner, and homeschooler. I go out with my mother twice a month, I go to my parents house once a week for “family” dinner.

I write high fantasy, romance, and comedy screen plays. I go out with a writing buddy once a week (provided I have the time, or the husband doesn’t need the car, and I meet with a write group once a month.

I love to write and I will be published one day (not some day). When I write, I write a lot, upwards of 10,000 words per day, but I usually average about 5,000 words (though I am trying to cut back).

I knit and I crochet. It’s mostly crap, but I am getting better at it. I can also sew and do funky crafts with my girls.

The husband and I get along most of the time, though I do have my mood swings-and he has his. I go through phases of not liking him, but like every other bad thing in life, it passes. My current phase is not liking him. (Make it difficult to write a love story.)

My girls fight like the siblings they are, but I usually find then curled up together at the end of the day, sleeping in some odd place. They love to sleep anywhere except their beds. They are the best of friend and the worst of enemies (Unless there are cookies in the top cupboard).

My oldest started first grade this year. We are homeschooling, because I feel she would be one of the ones left behind. I don’t think she has a learning disability or anything, but, I can easily see her getting lost easily in a thirty child class setting. So, I am homeschooling her, which means I get to do the same with my youngest next year when she starts kindergarten.

So, who am I? I am all those things I talked about, and so much more. I am me, and being me is great, when it doesn’t suck. But isn’t that life and the beauty of living?