Megan's Law

If you live in the United States there is a government website that lists all the child molesters and creeps! I was checking around my own neighborhood, just to see and was totally scared out of my mind. Its really an interesting site, it lists their address as well as gives you their picture and crime. You scroll down to the bottom of the page and it links you to a search engine. You can search by zip code, address, county or name. I was thinking I ought to run some of my ex boyfriends through. Here is the link...
Remember Megan.

More on the tale of a cat scorned

As well as general mockery, beware of insulting your cats dignity. You will pay.

I am going to have to change my tag!

I will become Carpentergirl's tricks to surviving college with twenty year olds. How to get a better grade than blonds in half shirts and short shorts. Ten ways to convince your teacher that you really DO have to go home and take the baby to the doctors. Yes, the baby really did eat my homework.

Adios

I really sat and thought hard today. As I munched on a snack, I thought about everything I am walking away from. The difficult years of qualifying over and over again, to men that didn't want me around in the first place. The tears that I hide from them, when I fell short of expectations. The biting my lip when I got called all sorts of things when I messed up as an apprentice. I mean, I truly struggled through the four year apprenticeship; I was determined. In 2005 it was the only thing I had ever set my mind to and completed. It was a huge deal to me, sort of the great pyramid of Vanishingword's life. Each stone was placed with deliberation. I spent hours in class rooms, hours getting yelled at, hours sweating in the blazing sun. I worked upside down, underneath things, crawled in mud, got soaked in rain, had my boots fill with sea water and sea weed. I had birds poop on me, sun blister my nose, I drove a handrail post through my lip, and almost got fired for telling the boss what I thought of his plans.
I drove myself mercilessly to be competitive, and excel past my co-apprentices.
*sigh*
But I am leaving it. Its been 10 years since I was last in college, I'm over 32, and I'm scared that I'm too old and dumb to learn any new subjects.

Attention science fiction and fantasy writers

Have you been thinking about publishing your labor of love? Take this test to make sure it will be well received first. While everyone loves a good story about elves and fire breathing dragons, why not check to see if your plot is old hat. A dead dog.

Romance

Here is where I met my husband in 2004. It's on a barge called the Manson 90.

The tale of a cat scorned.

Beware of joking around with your cat. They exact a painful revenge. This morning it was, " Oh look, how nice of you to put the baby's jumper on the floor! I will pee on it!"