Work Blog Vs. Fun Blog

This would be the fun blog. Where I talk about funny things that happen to me. Where I post pictures of fun things, family, etc.

The other blog is the work blog This is where I will be talking about my writing projects. This way, if you don't give a rat's ass about writing, you can stay here and all is well. However, if you want to know why I'm banging my head against the wall, or in general am in a pissy mood then you can trapse (yeah, I'm liking that word a lot. I've used it twice in two days. Oh my!) over to the work blog and see what I'm working on or just get a good laugh. I'm sure insanity will ensue on that blog. I'm fairly neurotic.

Anyway, that is just so you folks know what is going on. The link on the sidebar (to the right of the post) that says writing progress will link to the other blog. So it will be easy peasy.

Okay, now that I've got that taken care of. Oh, one more thing. I've been having fun with photo shop brushes with my headers. How do you like? Fun stuff huh? If you've never played with photoshop brushes, well heh, they are a lot of fun. I am now the owner of a rubber ducky brush. Go figure. What the hell I'll ever use that brush for is beyond me. But it's there. You can also search google for free brushes. That's a great way to procrastinate as well.

Anyway, I've over booked myself again. My house is a wreck. I finally vaccumed the stairs today, and please do not ask me how long it's been cause I don't remember. That should give you a clue. My mother is coming on Sunday night, and I know she is going to rag on me about my house. Does it matter that I work, write, and homeschool my daughter? Uh-no. I'm supposed to be June Cleaver. Unfortunatley, that is just not going to happen in my life time. I've already told her not to gripe at me. I'll see her tommorrow because I'm going up into them there hills. (If you guys don't hear from me for a while send out a search party. Just joking. Nobody would mess with my family. They are crazy) So all my mother's brothers and sisters are coming home to Ellenboro this weekend and yeah, I'm going with tape recorder and camcorder in hand. They are getting up in age and I love to sit and just listen to them talk. They tell the most incredible stories. Stories that are stranger than fiction and could only be deemed truth.

I mean really,what other two sisters do you know that would fight over cream cheese icing and cut out a tonsil with a spoon. I kid you not. I told you they were nuts. Or the time my Uncle David got one of those Red Rider (I hope I've got that right) air riffles and started killing the neighbors chickens. Of course my grandmother didn't care until he shot my Mother. Strange thing, that air riffle just up and disappeared. Wonder why? Because some people should not be allowed to play with weapons, that's why.

So anyway, I'll probably be sparse for the next couple of days. I'm taking my writing with me so I probably won't get a blooming thing done. But, you know, just incase...

Hope you're all having a good Friday and worse case scenario I'll be back Sunday night.