Y'all head on over to vote in the [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange. I was pretty pleased with the variety of nominations; this is the first year I've ever gotten around to nominating anything, so that makes me all proud.

Also, I always feel very guilty about voting for myself. Is that weird? I never know what to do.

And I never take notes on the stories, so now I have to go back and read what's in each nomination category so I can vote properly. Or I could just go and click ticky boxes at random...

Kidding... mostly.

Cute kid/husband story... )

Lastly? Rugby players wear very short shorts, FYI.
10,291 words of murkily plotted, ill-conceived, tense challenged crap, with no clear cut ending in sight.

4 days to go.

Go, me.
persephone33: (Default)
( Mar. 8th, 2010 12:16 pm)
I've been banging away at my [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange story this morning. I've got about 5,000 words and only just hit the first plot point.

*sigh* I'm glad there's a word cap this go round. It helps keep things narrowed down so that I don't go down rabbit trails. Or plot bunny trails as the case may be. *har dee har har*

I'm having a crisis of decision: I really want to audition for Grease. It's hands down one of my favorite musicals, and although I'm tired already, it surely would be cool to end the season the same way I began it. With a musical. I've got a song ready and everything, Gershwin's "Someone Who'll Watch over Me." I &hearts that song. It makes me all romantic and squishy.

But there's a girl's trip with Mom & Emily that I want to go on in mid-April, and a Train concert we've been invited to late March.

Plus the aforementioned exchange and everything else in my life that needs doing. It's completely feasable, and Nolan has been supportive of whatever I want to do.

So, yeah. I'm selfish, but I really want to take the chance of being gone for another two months. On the other hand, I might be too old and not get cast. It happens. Though the rumor is the director is going older....

So, yeah. Thoughts?

And anyone willing to beta read my story for the exchange? For typos, plot continuity and Briticisms? Pretty please?
persephone33: (Choose your weapon cooking)
( Feb. 27th, 2010 08:37 pm)
Today's offering: Arroz Con Leche. Ask me if I love it.

I'll go ahead and answer. Yes, my lovely readers. Yes, I do.

It's strange, given my absolute loathing of tapioca pudding, but this stuff is amazing and easy. make it today. You'll thank me. My kids did.

All your rice pudding dreams are about to come true.

Recipe, how-to and commentary on the dgficexchange under the cut... )

Also, I just got an email from Nolan. He's in Haiti and safe and sound. Thanks for all your prayers!
persephone33: (writer coffee)
( Feb. 19th, 2010 02:26 pm)

I'm grateful. Want to know why?

'Kay. I'll tell you. I'm grateful that 99% of the time I don't feel as if my head is filled with concrete. That other one percent is happening today,and I'm just... Urg. It's a head cold, it's just a old cold. But triple bleh.

In other news, I started writing my [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange prompt. In longhand.

The tenses are screwing me up. The point of view is giving me a headache something fierce. But the character wants to tell the story. *sigh* Against my better judgment, I'm going to let them. But the character does not want to divulge all the information that I think necessary. It's like we're at a Mexican standoff, with the character's heels dug in and my arms crossed firmly over my chest and we're glaring at one another.

So there's that.

No, I'm not crazy. Hush it, you.

Then I did something impulsive and wrote my first (published) B/B ficlet in response to this:

Go have fun there. They all seem like nice, supportive peoples.

And lastly, A poll to name Aiden's replacement.

[Poll #1527661]
I have a new laptop. He needs a name, like... now. It's like having a baby and not naming it. Suggestions? He's strong and masculine, but put together.

The show I'm in is so solid, and we've got 3 more weeks of rehearsal. I've never worked with a more professional group of people.  Truly a pleasure.  Not a diva in the bunch.  And that's saying something when you're talking about a bunch of actresses.

I'm exhausted, and my fingers are sore from all the pinpricks from sewing umpteen million bags for Nolan's Haiti trip.

I've outlined my [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange  story. I feel the freedom to try something a bit different this time around.  I think It will either be loved or completely hated by all.

It's completely amazing how passive aggressive some people are.  I'm telling you:  MIND BLOWING.  And not in a 1970's, laid back, groovy way, either.  >:(
persephone33: (No carb left behind)
( Jul. 14th, 2009 07:55 pm)
I got all 'Little House on the Prairie' again. :D  I went from gorgeous, perfectly ripe apricots...

To beautiful jars of jam... all within a few hours, and for less than $8.  Move over, Ma Ingalls.  I got it covered.

Rather than give you the step by step, which you can see here, I thought I'd share a bulleted list of  other random stuff:
  • [livejournal.com profile] seegrim  and I are going to rock the Mile High Music Festival this weekend.  I've been writing with the woman for nearly two years, talking to her nearly every day since December of '07, and spending hours and hours on the phone.  It's about time I met her face to face!
  • It's raining.  Hallelujah.
  • I fell while on my walk yesterday (oh, yeah, I'm graceful) & my hand is messed up.  Silly Carrie.
  • I've clocked something like 140 miles walked since the beginning of May.  Get smaller, rear end!
  • I get my grey roots colored tomorrow.  Seriously.  SERIOUSLY.  Enough with the 'growing old' crap.
  • I've been doing lots of painting, lately.  It's SO good for me. I love it.  Soothes my chi or whatever.
  • I've also been doing lots of writing.  I entered the [livejournal.com profile] ronpansy_fest  with [livejournal.com profile] seegrim  and the [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange  with [livejournal.com profile] mynuet , and both are pretty solid efforts.  I was pleased.  So YAY for that.
  • I was a runner up in the [livejournal.com profile] dg_ldws  this round.  Was fun and challenging.  I learned that I'm too wordy for a limit.
  • five weeks til I have to stand next to my SIL in a swimsuit.  I wish phenfen didn't cause me to die. :(
  • six weeks til my punks go back to school.  Come on, August.
Tell me something cool, f-list.  What's been happening?
persephone33: (d/g)
( Jan. 25th, 2009 11:06 am)
I adore Sunday mornings. Our church meets on Saturday night, so Sundays are wonderful, sleepy, lazy, don't-get-out-of-my-pyjamas-until-I'm-good-and-ready days. Last night I slept with earplugs in, which always assures me a fabulous night's sleep; unfortunately, I can't do it every night as I'll sleep right through my alarm clock. So I went to bed around midnight last night and woke up naturally at 9:30. Perfection. Seriously, my freaking cup overflows.

Currently, the boys are wearing Star Wars costumes (Ethan's Dark!Annakin and AJ is Luke Sykwalker, and they're sort of AU pretending. It's pretty entertaining. Nolan has finished the video game I got him for Christmas, Call of Duty, World at War, and after you beat all the levels or whatever, it opens up a bonus game at the end, NAZI ZOMBIES. (As if Zombies aren't bad enough on their own, Nazi zombies are even evil-er!) [livejournal.com profile] anethema_device warned me it would have him if he started, and I think we're on week three of killing those glowing-eyed, flailing weirdos.

In other news, the [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange posted the big reveal! I won for funniest story and funniest line in The Art of Deception and the story that [livejournal.com profile] mynuet and I wrote together rpg style, The Halfway House, won for best Ginny, which was awfully nice after the business earlier this fall where it was said that I shouldn't bother writing her anymore. Just goes to show that one troll's opinion doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of things!

My pretties... )

Rehearsals start tomorrow for Over the Tavern, which is always fun, and Nolan and I are going to San Antonio this weekend to entertain business clients, so that's worth looking forward to, as well. All in all, it's a happy day!
On the interest of starting the new year off with a kick, I give you a cooking blog post!

I came home earlier in the week to find that my quirky, lovable husband had printed out a recipe and placed it on the bar for me. A plain piece of printer paper with the title Irish Beef Stew, and a note in his neat handwriting, "New New Year's Tradition."

Nolan. Subtle, he ain't.

So, away we go! Pictures under the cut!

Irish Beef Stew )
So Ethan and Aaron went to church with the in-laws yesterday. This is the lunch conversation afterwards.

Nolan. What did you learn in Sunday school?

Ethan. (thinks) We learned that Daniel interpreted a dream.

Nolan. He did? Whose dream?

Ethan. Nebuckanezzard's

Nolan. (muffled laughter)
Ethan goes on to give a scintillating play by play of Daniel, Chapter 2. With different voices for King Nebucchanezzer and Daniel. I was riveted.
Nolan. What did you learn, A.J.?

Aaron. Don't remember.

Nolan. Aaron, you were just there.

Aaron. I don't remember the story, but it was in Deuter-hominy.

Me. Deuteronomy?

Aaron. 'Swhat I said.

Nolan. No, what you said was less a book of the Bible and more of what grits are made from.

Okay. Had to get that out. Now I shall work on my [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange story til it's time to cook dinner. Oh, and the story? 4300 words and not an end in sight. Or a title.
I'm exhausted, but I'm home. And despite a two day stint with some spectacular seasickness (like unimaginiable blech - way worse than migraines or pregancy) It was a fabulous time. Best vacation I've ever had. I missed all you online folks like crazy, and will post pictures when I feel less like collapsing.

Things I have to do:

1. Finish story for the dgficexchange. 11/15 (I'm in the 'oh, crap' phase)
2. Rehearse drama for church retreat. 11/14 (Wishing I hadn't said yes to this)
3. Make apron and bag for church raffle 11/14
4. Work on service order for Christmas eve service. 12/15(Hope what I'm planning is what they want)
5. Laundry (Blergh)
6. Clean house (More blergh)
7. Grocery shopping (may be able to pawn off on Nolan - Hurrah)
8. Go through boys' school papers
9. Continue plowing through the 189 emails that I had waiting in my inbox. (WOW)

I think I'd have to go back a billion entries in the friends' list, so I'm leaving that alone. If something really important happened, you'd let me know, wouldn't you?

And I want to publicly thank Mom for staying with the boys this week. It was above and beyond the call of duty, and they look healthier and happier than I left them, even!
Your almost eight year-old son calls the video game he's playing a piece of go-seh.

I told him not to swear.  Not even in Mandarin. (Then I went into the bathroom and giggled.)


Also?  Nolan never called Southwestern Bell to get phone service hooked up in the new house.  He said we might not have phones (thus no internet) for TWO weeks.  Hello?  HELLO?  Sometimes I wonder about the man.

And writing a second exchange fic is the most fun EVER in the world.  There's absolutely no pressure, and the prompt is easy peasy, man.  Plus, I'm doing it WITH [personal profile] seegrim, which I hope is not against the rules.  Plus I get to write Narcissa.  I heart Narcissa a BUNCH.  I think I might channel her a little sometimes.  :)

Look!  April Fool's Day, and not a joke in sight.
persephone33: (The Winchesters look disgusted)
( Feb. 22nd, 2008 04:36 pm)
 Hallo, all.  

Going to be scarce this weekend... lots to do.

Spent the afternoon at the new house, deciding where hardware should go.  Who knew you had to decide where toilet paper rolls are installed?

Keeping in mind that it's not done yet, we're still a few weeks out...

Okay.  I MUST write for the ficexchange this weekend.  My recipient will be SO disappointed if I don't.  And we can't have her unhappy; no we can't.  :)
persephone33: (hairline)
( Jul. 23rd, 2007 09:35 am)
I'm not going to put any spoilers in, not for my f-list, who I'm sure have all finished, but for Mom & Em, who I'm sure havent.  Except for the icon.  *points to icon*  That's the part I'm the most royally upset about, actually.  Funny ol' world, innit?

Hubby actually drove me to Taos, NM (because there isn't a bookstore one in Red River, NM) Saturday morning, and I bought it for FULL PRICE (guh) at a store called Moby Dickens, which may be the best part of the whole experience.  I read the book out loud to the family the whole way home, with voices and everything (I'm rather fond of my Lord Voldemort  voice.  Ralph Fiennes has nothing on me.  =P).  That put us up to chapter seven.  

Then I said, "You people have to leave me alone so I can finish this."  

And I did.  Last night, in the bathtub, crying like a baby.  Talk about an emotional roller coaster.  I was crying, angry, crying, indignant, crying, joyful, crying, pissed off as all hell.  I gasped, shrieked, yelled at the book, put it down, picked it back up, and finally finished it, crying.  Hubs came in wordlessly and brought me a cup of my favorite tea.  He glanced at the book that had been tossed against the bathroom wall. Then he looked at me, just set down the tea and backed away.

I really could've done without the tacked on epilogue, JKR.  REALLY.

Red River was alright.  Got sick halfway through the last day I was there, but I took some pretty pictures.

The rest of the pics are on my non-digital Nikon...  Probably much better ones.  

Don't forget to vote for my story on the [community profile] dgficexchange.  I can't tell you which one was mine, but I'm all proud that I was nominated so many times.  *preens*

I have a vocal audition in a week.  Am a little sick.  Should not get hopes up.


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