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I have had, as Nolan would say, a little hitch in my giddyup.

I woke up this morning to a rockin' headache, and after Nolan found me asleep in my office chair, he made me take a nap. I ended up sleeping for four and a half hours. Four and a half non-writing hours. *cough*

There is also snow here. It snowed about six inches this morning, early. The boys made a snowman, and some little ass already knocked it down. Some people, man.

That's all. I'm hunkering down and pounding out the last six and a half thousand words.

See ya on the flip side.

I've cooked and cleaned more in the last four days than I have in the last six months. I've made meals, washed dishes washed sheets and towels and generally was the hostess with the mostest.

It's been fun, but after breakfast in the morning, I'm going to put the kibosh on me in the kitchen for a while. I'd be really good at running a bed and breakfast with the exception that I don't want to. Like, ever.

I got my Christmas decorations up; the boys and my niece and nephew had a great time decorating the tree. I may have to go and move a few up; it's a little bottom heavy because all the short people were putting on the ornaments, but at least I wasn't so type A that I had to do it all myself this year. Yay for a smidge of Christmas spirit! Also, I didn't leave the house on Black Friday (Crowds? Getting up early? People shoving me? No, thank you), but Nolan got Rock Band for the kids (and us, who am I kidding?) for fifty bucks. That's our big bargain for the season.

I'm woefully behind on nanowrimo, but I really haven't had time to write. I'm nearly 4,000 words behind. Maybe I'll still make it. *crosses fingers*

Sort of. Isn't it yesterday still somewhere?

I'm completely derailed off my plot and have no clue where to go from here to get it back on track. I'm contemplating killing someone off just to have direction. Also, I'm 500 words short of today's goal and have no energy left to get caught up.

34,526. Rah, rah.

The icon makes me feel better.

I like to pretend that I'm still young and hip and cutting edge. But let's face it. It's a sham. I've been putting an a false face to all of you for some time now. I'm living a lie, and it's time for me to come clean.

My name is Carrie, and I can't figure out how to work my damn cell phone.

About two months ago, I got a Blackberry Pearl. (I loatheloatheloathe the thing. With a deep and abiding malevolent passion.) I find myself looking at it and screaming, "AAAAAAHHHHH!" a lot. Nolan got himself an iphone (for business he says), but I got stuck with this damnable POS Blackberry. Today I tried to call Nolan, using the speed dial shortcut thingy, and ended up calling my cousin Beth instead. I mean, it was fantastic to talk to her, but, RAWR! Freaking phone. I feel like my dad, who is paralyzed by all things electronic.

I've watched the tutorial TWICE, and tried to read about what it is that I'm doing wrong. I can't stand when it guesses what word I'm about to type, I figured out how to stop that once, but can't seem to make it stop again. I've browsed the web, looked at my email, but I can't get the facebook app to work.

Don't even get me started on texting. It says I've received three, BUT I CAN'T GET TO THEM. I've yet to successfully SEND one. Bad words. Bad, freaking, punk-ass words.

It doesn't ring loud enough for me to hear, even on its loudest setting, it's so sensitive that I can't put it in my purse without having to lock the stinking keyboard (I will not even go into what a production THAT was) and the worst part? IT CALLS PEOPLE ALL BY ITSELF. I don't know; call me crazy, but I'd like to be the sentient being in the relationship!

*sigh*

1. Mexican Wedding Cookies are the best EVAR.
2. Nano word count is on target.
3. Ethan proclaims me acceptable for running lines for his play, saying that I'm better even than Blakely (10 year-old neighbor girl). He said, "But you probably have more stage experience." *cough* Just a bit, yeah, kid, thanks.

We've had a lazy day, but chock full of stuff.

I had chocolate crepes with candied bananas and an orange reduction for breakfast... yum!

We went shopping; well, I went shopping at Anthropologie! Finally! I got a really cute top and some Christmas presents for my sister and sister-in-law. Nolan went to the top of the rock observatory, and then we went to the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular.

Think it's too late for me to be a Rockette?  Pfft.  Never mind.  You have to be at least 5'6" tall.  It's a fair bet I'm not going to grow anymore in this lifetime.

We had lunch/dinner at an Irish Pub with the CUTEST little reheaded Irish waitress.  Her accent was adorable.

Tonight, we're going to see Superior Donuts.  And we'll be home tomorrow.  It's been a great trip.

Word Count...  um... the day's not over?  I'll make it up once I get home? :D

I'm in New York! We had a plane trip of three legs, switching planes twice (such is the way of life when you live in the sticks). On the last leg of the trip I sat next to a completely adorable older gentleman who told me story after story about Studio 54 in its heyday and who thought I was a teenager. *giggle*

I must seek out the octogenarian set to hang out with more often. He was funny. And he thought my accent was "charming." I have to confess, I thought his was, too.

Our hotel is The Mansfield, and it's just lovely. After a lot of misses in the hotel department for us when we've come, Nolan's finally hit a home run. It's got some great architecture. It's got a funky mix of art deco clean lines and carved wood cornices, great moulding on the ceilings... plus it has a library with a fireplace and a coffee bar that's open 24 hours. That feeds my romantic soul, that does, as well as my need for caffeine.

I've written about 600 words today, but the day's not over.  I'm gonna hang out with Nolan and then write until I hit a brick wall.  The secondary characters have demanded more screen time.  Who am I to say no?

Love to all!

Stolen from the lovely sunroom havinghumbuggirl.

Picture requests. Comment with what you'd like me to take a picture of and I'll be your little slave and go take a pic. You can ask for anything. Go. Comment.  Enable me, please.

Also, Write or Die by Dr. Wicked (putting the PROD in productivity) is a writing aid that ranges from helpful ( a friendly window pop up), to mildly irritating (a horrible song plays when you pause), to downright horrifying ( I watched my words disappear one by one when I stopped typing).  I'm glad I couldn't get the electric shock function to work, now.  In any case, it made me bang out 2,000 words, so there you have it.  It works.

Somewhere, in the attic of our beautiful house, is a wasp's nest. It's been cold, so the wasps have gone into hibernation, but because it's Texas, it's gotten warm again and they woke up. And somehow, in their cunning little waspy way, they have discovered an entry to the interior of the house. They're still moving really, really slow, though. Like they're drunk. Last night I found one on the comforter OF MY BED (OF MY BED!!!!!!!) and freaked right the crap out. Nolan was there and got that one, but there have been others... one that I trapped in the plantation shutters to await his coming home from work, and one I sucked up with the vacuum. I have had, as they say, E-FREAKING-NOUGH. And I am not kidding. *shudders and screams and flails* I just sent this email to my husband.

Carrie Leigh to Nolan - Subject: This is ENOUGH THISISENOUGH! 7:58 AM

I just killed another damn wasp. You MUST do something about it this weekend. HAVE TO. THIS IS NOT IN MY JOB DESCRIPTION.

Carrie
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His reply?

Nolan to me 8:02 AM

Okie Dokie.
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I DON'T THINK HE GETS THE FULL MEASURE OF MY CAPSLOCKY-NESS ABOUT HAVING WASPS IN MY HOUSE!!!!!!

In other news, I have a modest, yet respectable 10,523 words for nanowrimo. And 6 nablopomo posts down. Have a good weekend, all.

Have hit my stride. 5300-ish words 3 days in. Still need a title.

Though the Very Important Outline that I painstakingly wrote out mid-October seems to be of no use at all.

*watches the pages flutter off as the wind blows them away*

Also, I screwed up my LJ layout, couldn't fix it, so I just picked this one. It's okay, but it makes me grumbly. *sigh* One day, I'll work on my graphics skillz.

Today is not that day.

I did Turbo Jam yesterday, and Chalene Johnson makes Jillian Michaels look like a friendly nana-like caretaker. I hurt in places, quite frankly, that I'd forgotten I had.

Have a great Tuesday, y'all.