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Recently, I was emailing with a friend about those gigantic spiders that you see around these here parts. Some people call them writing spiders and some people call them banana spiders, but I just call them really scary. I hate how they aggressively bounce up and down on their webs when you come near. Anyway, it reminded me of this story:Long, long ago, in a land far away, Thomas and I used to

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So, there's been one upside to the incredible wave of cold sweeping Wilmington...The oil froze. The oil froze!!!And it is has now been removed from the porch and from the life of my beagle, Gertrude. And also from the lives of the stray cats that have been hanging around it. I kind of feel like we just demolished the neighborhood bar or something. The bar of oil.It is a good day.

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is that I forgot Poem Sunday. Which I've been saving up poems for... well, forever. And so, I now decree that it is Poem Monday. Yes! Poem Monday! Bigger, better, and... on Monday. Adam and Eveby Tony HoaglandI wanted to punch her right in the mouth and that's the truth.After all, we had gotten from the station of the flickering glancesto the station of the hungry mouths,from the shoreline of

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So, I'm back to starting all my posts with 'so.'Lessons learned in the last 24 hours: I am the only person who thinks lion peen is funny. It is ok to mix paper and plastic recycling in New Hanover County. I should have said hi to that girl I saw in Subway who looked like someone I went to high school with, because it really was her and not my self-centered tendency to think everyone is someone I

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So, Thomas and I went to the zoo on Sunday.There's this zoo here in Wilmington--it used to be called the Tote-Em-In Zoo (which I never understood. The name always made it sound to me like some good samaritans found a giraffe in the woods and just toted it in!) but is now called Tregembo Animal Reserve or something like that. I'd never gone there before because I'd always heard that it was sad--

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And a most happy birthday to my 16 year old Gertie today!

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Having just spent approximately 800 years trying to fix this layout, I'm giving up in disgust and just saying Hi. Hi! I missed you.So much has happened, and I totally meant to hop on the NaBloPoMo bandwagon again this year, but I blew it, so we'll just have to see how it goes. For my triumphant return, I would like to share with you the story of my beagle, the oil baroness.Every New Years, Thomas

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I woke up giggling in my sleep the other day. Apparently, I slay myself, even while dreaming.

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to say that I have invented a word. Nawesome.Nawesome is the opposite of awesome.Start saying it now, because it's going to be a thing.

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Gina's Friday poll today was about whether or not blogging has jumped the shark.Though my presence in the blogosphere right now is spotty at best, I still love my blog and intend to return to it soon. But I must say that everyone's pretty quiet right now. I think I just have too many hobbies. Yesterday morning, before I went to work, I was looking at the eyesore that is currently my lawn, and I

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Actually, very little celebration has been going on. I was so bone tired on Friday that I was coming down with a cold, so I got in bed at 4:30 and failed to get out again until 6 the next morning. It was much needed rest, the kind that your body just sort of seizes from you when you are too idiotic to take care of it yourself. Writing is chugging along. I am amazed at how much difference practice

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I'm writing again. Which is good. Very good.So, naturally I'm overtired and prone to fits of crying. (Not so good, but an acceptable trade off).I hope everyone is well.

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I'm going to SNAPEFEST!

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(those who are not five years old may wish to stop reading now)Much like the famed I had my tonsils out! incident, on New Year's Eve, someone asked what the make believe land on Mr. Roger's Neighborhood was. I answered that it was the Land of Make Believe.No, no, everyone said. It was something else.No, I'm sure! I yelled. That's why Lady Elaine Fairchild is the name of my--here I gestured wildly

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1. My camera is broken. Annoyingly, the screen remains blank unless you forcefully hold down a mysterious button, and then quickly take a picture. Even then, the pictures are sometimes pixellated beyond recognition. This is irritating when trying to take pictures of actual humans who do not enjoy the process of "Wait--ok, I got it. No, sorry. That one's blank. Ok, trying again. Yes! No. No. Ok,

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I know, I know. But it's my blog, so you have to put up with my obsessions. :)Here's a link to the JKR Documentary that aired in England yesterday.

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New Years Meme-ageWhere did you begin 2007?Singing Driving Down Highway 40 with a bunch of drunken revelers in my living room. I was also menaced by an o'possum. What was your status by Valentine's Day?What does this mean? Married for almost 2 years.Were you in school (anytime this year)?NoDid you have to go to the hospital?No, thank God. Did you have any encounters with the police?Nope.Where did

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Thomas saved my life by giving me a wonderful, huge, flat-screen monitor, which could not have come at a better time, as my monitor gave out on Christmas Eve day, and we all know what happens to me when I cannot connect to the internet. Thank God that was averted.Thomas also gave me the Harry Potter movies box set, which came in a little trunk that I can take with me when I finally get my

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Do I believe my site meter that only one person has visited today? Surely not, as despite the holiday, I've spent the better part of 4 hours online. Yes, I'm sick on Christmas again this year, and consoling myself by spending quality time with the internet.We had a nice visit with Thomas's family and are home now, presents opened, preparing to launch again into the fray tomorrow, to prepare for

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So, I finished the wrapping today and did some last minute baking for a Christmas party tonight...I think I'm actually going to finish everything in time, so that's good.Last night, Thomas and I went down to Lula's and hung out with some friends. Thomas was asking, "Who would win in a fight, Little Orphan Annie or Dick Tracy?" (Who would win in a fight is one of our favorite games.) I told him

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So, it's my first day of Christmas vacation, and the dogs woke me up at 5:50. Which is fine, I guess. It was at least 20 minutes after I would have usually gotten up. For once, I did not go out and get obliterated on my first night off, so today I'm reasonably prepared to do the 8,000 things still on my to do list. This will be one of the least restful breaks I've ever had--there are at least 2

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Last year's Christmas post makes me ashamed. Yes, I am still baking 10 batches of cookies for an ever-growing list of people which, I am sad to say, does not include our waitress at Golden Corral this year, but does now include our Fed Ex Delivery Guy, and would include the mailman if he were not prohibited by law from taking my cookies. That sounded dirty.Yes, I am mostly done shopping, and the

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The Cow Is BACK! And she's dressed for Christmas! I nearly drove off the road, I was so excited to see her. Thomas kindly took me to the cow to photograph her today. I think we'll do our Christmas picture with the cow this year. In further returns, the OPOSSUM is BACK! Thomas spotted it tonight. Pictures to follow if we can get any. *Shudder*Also, it is Poem Sunday. 1989 by Ron KoertgeBecause

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I had a friend named David when I was in graduate school, a very smart and very talented friend, who told me once that it is impossible to write an unlikable narrator in the first person.The readers will identify with him, he said, no matter how terrible you try to make him. They will see themselves in him and they will love him. I just finished the last season of the Sopranos.All I have to say

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I almost missed poem Sunday, due to putting the Christmas tree up today. I'm too tired to post pictures, so I'll do that tomorrow. But I do want to give a special Thank You to Velocibadgergirl for naming our Christmas tree this year.What Would Freud Say?by Bob Hicok Wasn't on purpose that I drilled through my finger or the nurse laughed. She apologized three times and gave me a shot of

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Tonight I was talking to my sister who recently took a bad tumble with her bike. She was telling me that the bruising took some days to reach the surface, as a really bad bruise will.I reminded her of the time I fell down and skinned my knee on my way to my first day of a new job ("Hi, I'm the new girl, and I'm bleeding, so I have to go now...")and the time I slipped while dancing, landed on a

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Tonight I was talking to Thomas when I suddenly realized that it's December 4th, and on December 4th, 1988, I had my tonsils out.I said, "Hey! I had my tonsils out--" and then I paused (for probably longer than an elementary school teacher should have to) to figure out how many years it had been.Thomas looked at me with amusement and repeated, "Hey! I had my tonsils out!" And I realized it

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I loved the peach, but after a year, I was ready for a change.There went Sunday night. :)It's poem Sunday again, but I'm tired, so it's going to be a little one.Tired Sex by Chana BlochWe're trying to strike a match in a matchbookthat has lain all winter under the woodpile: damp sulphuron sodden cardboard.I catch myself yawning. Through the window I watch that sparrow the cat keeps batting around

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Came home from work in full panic mode today--my student teacher quit rather unceremoniously this morning and it threw off my whole day. Am I a terrible teacher? Am I mean? What?Fortunately, good sense won out and I called Michelle who made me laugh until it felt like Friday again. There's nothing like having a conversation in which you discuss the terrible and the mundane, reassure one another,

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Time is going by too quickly.Lately I've been so exhausted by going to work that I haven't been able to convince myself to get anything done besides walking in the afternoons--which makes time feel even more short as I watch all my various chores pile up around me. Is tomorrow really the last day of November? But I haven't gone through all of last year's posts to catalogue 50 more weird things

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So, I'm stealing this meme from Gina because I like this meme and dammit I want to meme. 8 Random Things About My Wedding1. Although Thomas and I are not beach people, and have never been to the beach together excepting the 3 times we took the dogs to the beach to cackle over how they try to dig to China, we got married on the sound at Wrightsville Beach. We rented two side-by-side beach houses

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I know double posting during NaBloPoMo is a cardinal sin punishable by death, but DUDE. The weirdest thing just happened. Thomas and I were working with the TV on and he asked me what that noise was. I said I thought it was sirens and he turned off the TV so we could hear better.It was CATS. Multiple, multiple cats. All yowling and screaching and moaning and groaning and I have never, ever heard

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There are some hard truths for NaBloPoMoers at Schnozzfest. And those hard truths made me laugh very hard this morning before going to work. And look, now you know what I did this morning before going to work--so I'm already ahead of this blogging game. Watch me go!Today was my last day (I hope) of teaching the middle school and the elementary school simultaneously. By this afternoon, my feet

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I'm brain dead today, so please accept these pictures of me at awkward ages, for your enjoyment. My dad brought them with him to show my school kids, so now they know what I looked like with braces, mini-boobs and bad hair. Yes!I am 11 in this picture, and the rabbit with me is 3 ft tall. I won it in a raffle at the grocery store. I would also like to note that the strange green "numbers" sweater

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I Go Back to May 1937 by Sharon OldsI see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling outunder the ochre sandstone arch, the red tiles glinting like bent plates of blood behind his head, I see my mother with a few light books at her hip standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its sword-tips black in the May

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Today Thomas woke up yearning to go to the movies. Because I never watch TV, I rarely have any idea what's playing so I went to Yahoo Movies and read out all the titles and Thomas gave me brief descriptions. He wanted to see two movies and eat lunch, yet there was really nothing playing that I was peeing in my pants about. Finally, we agreed on Lions for Lambs at 1:05 with a mad dash for American

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I hate early morning posting, but I already know what today's blog is going to be about, so I'm powering ahead. A little over a year ago, I wrote this post about Thomas's little sister's birthday. She was 14 then. The last line of the post is, Still, isn't it time she thought someone other than Harry Potter was cute?Jessica is 15 now, and growing up so fast I can hardly believe it. She's got a

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So, I've spent this fine Thanksgiving morning looking up the word "gleek" online. I just woke up today thinking about gleeking, and wondering if that was a universal term, or if I could find any diagrams explaining exactly how to do it because I've always wanted to. And now, for our scheduled Thanksgiving post. I am thankful for:1. My husband, who puts up with my insanity, laughs when I make

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As usual, I have totally wasted my first vacation day--I slept and read for most of the day. Right now it's 6:30, and I just got out of the shower. Yeah, boy.Last night was a late night with friends, which was fun. We determined that saying, "You don't even know," over and over again is, seriously, the height of humor. Really. It is. You don't even know. Started writing a bit today--not .100th of

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I'm on vacation!5 days off...starting....now! Bring on the wine. I just got back from a very pleasant walk with my friend, Good Lauren, with whom I've been carrying on an extremely amusing conversation regarding the "Ten Fictional Characters I Would Totally Make Out With...." meme. She suggested Pa Ingalls. I burst her bubble by insinuating that I'm not sure Pa Ingalls had a full set of teeth.

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I've never had a TV night before, because I've never watched enough TV to warrant one. But now, Monday is my TV night, due to How I Met Your Mother and Heroes being on. I was disappointed in TV night long before the writer's strike, and now I will take time from my busy schedule to tell you why, as if you care.Lazy writing. First off--Characters behaving in out of character ways. Predominantly,

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Last night I was out with some friends, including a very smart man that I went to graduate school with. He was describing a poem to me, and he told me that the poem had a humorous taint. I laughed so hard I almost fell down. My friend stood there, looking at me disdainfully as I choked and gasped for breath. I held my hand up, both to beg his patience and to indicate my age. "Five," I sputtered.

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Why must I consume so much beer on Fridays?Every week we think of some reason why we should wait until Saturday to go out, usually because of fundage, or some play that we're going to see, or because that's when our friends will be out. All those things were true yesterday, and yet we went out anyway.Why? Because on Fridays I fill up with joy and blossom like a flower and dance about the house

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I'll do a real Thanksgiving post on Thanksgiving, I'm sure, detailing the many things I'm truly thankful for this year and always. But today my kids began preparing for their yearly "I am thankful" project. Usually, I supervise this project carefully, making sure that we're all thinking of things that we should truly be thankful for, rather than being thankful for, say, Nintendo. But this year I

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So, I was searching for a book meme to do, as I'm feeling kind of blah today, and I found this bit of hilariousness on a blog called Whatever.A Book Reading MemeIn response to all the "book reading memes" with which I am continually tagged, a new book reading meme:1. Open the book you're currently reading to page 133.2. Read the fourth line on the page.3. Put the book back where it had been

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Ok, so Joshua tagged me with the 7 weird things meme. And because it's Nablopomo, I'm going to try it, even though, for God's sake people, how many more weird things about me am I going to be able to come up with?Velocibadgergirl also tagged me with a meme that has the best title I have ever heard: Ten Literary Characters I Would Totally Make Out With If I Were Single and They Were Real But I’m

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I can't. There's nothing to blog about today. I tried to write something amusing about how we ran out of dog food today and the dogs nearly resorted to cannibalism. I tried to write about how Thomas and I are five years old and think it's hilarious to point it out when people say 'joint' or 'box' or the like. But nothing is coming out funny. I'm just a tired girl who had a long day. I can't even

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From my site meter today:WHAT DO GONZO BEANS LOOK LIKE?Like this:But I think what you were looking for was:In other interesting news, I was accosted by a panhandler yesterday. In general, I don't mind being panhandled. I grew up outside Washington, DC, and it was a fairly regular occurrance. I'm used to it. I don't, as a rule, give anyone any money, but as long as I can walk away, it doesn't

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It is always hard to declare what you love most, because there will always be people who do not love it, or worse, hate it, and look at you with eyes that say, Really? But I thought I knew you. I thought we were the same.Recently, I coerced my friend Michelle into reading The Time Traveler's Wife, which, I have come to know now, is my very favorite book. From the time it first passed into my

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So, tonight I was over at my neighbor's house and we saw a picture in a magazine that reminded me that there is, in fact, something more terrifying than worms. Something that is causing me to blog the top five things I'm most afraid of. Outside of uncomfortable silences.1. People with their fists in their mouths.I discovered that I was afraid of this when that anti-drug commercial featuring a kid

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So, I got out of work today and drove to the bank, like I always do on Friday. I parked the car, deposited my paycheck, got back in the car and my gearshift (automatic) was locked in park. I assumed that I'd made some sort of idiotic operator error. I tried getting out of the car, getting back in and trying again; I muttered incantations; I attempted to wrench it free from park. Nothing. At this

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Do you ever have one of those middle of the week days that just turns into Friday by accident?My friend Michelle came over to walk this afternoon, and we walked, and then we bummed around on the internet for a while and talked and generally made me feel as if I hadn't been to work today but instead was having a super-fun time being Meg.Then, as we stood on the front porch, I pondered the

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This is an unstaged photo of my bedside table, complete with scissors (why?), reader review letter from Algonquin, gnome chapstick, Harry Potter lamp and Dumbledore's Army diary. The lamp was a gift from Thomas today. Hurrah!And yet...What is becoming of me?I mean, ok, we needed another bedside lamp, and he'd ordered it for his sister, so it was already here and all...and the diary, that was a

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I can remember the first one I ever had. I was 11, in my bedroom at home, and my parents were at a parent-teacher conference, learning all sorts of terrible things about me.I paced, I sweat, I felt like I was trapped in a tiny box, waiting for the inevitable collapse of the universe.It seemed normal. I'd done wrong and I was about to be caught. For years I described the feeling that way. "I don't

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I've been more thrown off by the time-change than usual. This morning at 4:30, Thomas woke up and started prowling the house, convinced that he had heard someone screaming. Later he conceded that this may have been a dream. However, because 4:30 is my body's 5:30, and 5:30 is the hideous time at which I'd been forcing myself awake for the last two months, I was up and totally unable to go back to

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Everybody's got a gimmick for NaBloPoMo, right? Right?Well, mine is going to be poem Sundays. Some of my happiest blog memories come from sharing my favorite poems, so this month you get four more. Lawrenceby Tony Hoagland On two occasions in the past twelve monthsI have failed, when someone at a partyspoke of him with a dismissive scorn,to stand up for D. H. Lawrence,a man who burned like an

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August 30th to November 3rd. About a month and a week too long for NaNoWriMo, but still pretty impressive, I think. The final count was 477 pages. 30 chapters and an epilogue. There'll still be editing to do, of course, but I'm satisfied that the plot is complete. It's called If Memory Serves and it's a magical love story. That's pretty much still all I'm going to say about it. Yesterday, I had

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So it's only day two, and I'm already like, uh.....uh.....Because life hasn't been much fun lately. Not too much to blog about in ye olde blogosphere.But I will say that since the fake quitting debacle of June 2006 I have been absolutely, 100% in love with my job. Maybe it was that I needed to go back to an office for three months to realize what a pleasure it is to be around a bunch of insane

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Hello NaBloPoMoers! And what up to my regular readers who will be putting up with this. Last year was my first NaBloPoMo, and so I didn't realize that one should introduce oneself immediately. This year, I shall do better.I am Megs, more commonly known as Meg, though my two best friends actually do call me Megs. I swear. Though not Incredible Megs. I am 30 years old. I'm married to an awesome man

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So tomorrow begins the blogging extravaganza that is NaBloPoMo. I'm actually pretty excited. I'll give you a rundown of how things stand for tonight, on the eve of the insanity:Novel: page 459, about half a chapter left to go. End deliciously in sight. Today was the projected end date, but I'm guessing Saturday is more reasonable. I know I keep pushing it back. What if it never ends and I just

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Inspired by 30 Days of Night, Michelle, Thomas and I went as a kindred of vampires.We were scary.We won the scariest costume prize.The prize itself was very scary. It looked like a fake camera on a keychain, but this morning, when I looked in it, it was filled with pictures of naked men.

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430.Two chapters to go. I'm almost there.

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Page count: 371Chapters to go: 4

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I've had an eventful 24 hours. Thomas and my friend Michelle have been dying to see 30 Days of Night, so after much finagling we managed to secure tickets to opening night. I was not excited to see it at all. I don't do horror movies well--usually I spend the two hours either trying to wrench Thomas's hand from his body or with my face buried in his shoulder, whimpering. I was also very freaked

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Pimp out your own friends! It's Free!Not safe for work. But absolutely hysterical.

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It's been an eventful week.My friend Michelle has been housesitting an amazing mansion style house with a big pool. On Thursday (the day the weather finally turned cold, naturally) I went over there and swam. My first and probably only swimming of the year. It was fun, but freezing. There was a West Highland Terrier there who rode around the pool on a surfboard. If only I'd taken pictures.On

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Yeah, I know. When I'm not writing, I'm blogging about writing. I can't help it. I'm in love with writing. I want to marry writing and have its novel babies. Today I hit page 305. And I just wanted to blog that, so that if it all falls apart when I'm done with this project and I never write again, I can always look at my own archives and remember that one time? I wrote 300 consecutive pages. If I

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This has been a lovely weekend, which Thomas and I totally deserved after a really crappy week that included the air being let out of my tires, a red-light ticket in the mail, and way too little sleep, among other things.We stayed in all weekend and rested and I am feeling much better than usual on a Sunday night. Though that might be due to the fact that I tried the new "invigorating" diet pepsi

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My sister pointed out to me today that I had not yet blogged this month. I immediately yelled that I had posted 6 times--SIX! And then realized it was October. Hrm. Time is flying.I had hoped to be finished with the novel, but instead am on page 269, which is not bad, but not exactly where I'd hoped I'd be. I had hoped for a nice round 300...but it is clear that I'm not going to be able to wrap

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The time when I rave maniacally about the LIBRARY BOOK SALE!We just got home. I loved the new Friday preview night. I now have the Harry Potter books in hardcover now...as well as 10 more books I couldn't live without...and I am only $25 poorer.Highlight:FINALLY found The Time Traveler's Wife, as had sadly lent out my own copy, never to be seen again...Lowlight:Still no Geek Love to be found...

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Is the lucky number of today. 214. More than twice the length of my master's thesis. Which took 3 years to write. This has taken 3 weeks. What is up with the universe? This whole process is causing me to have to eat a lot of my words. I have always been seriously against the notion that stories come from some other universe that the writer somehow taps into and "channels" the characters onto the

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I'm on page 160. This thing is now almost twice as long as my thesis. Because I'm off writing (wheee!) please accept this strange video of a dude eating salt, and also accept that I know this person and he works for Thomas. And also that that is really salt, not sugar in the salt container.

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This is a hilarious snippet from my sitemeter:Apparently, someone found this blog by searching for "toilet "broke the toilet" toilet toilet toilet toilet toilet toilet toilet toilet toilet toilet"Because, you know, maybe typing the word over and over again will make the search engine work faster.

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Still totally loving Heroes....what an awesome show. Really excellent storytelling and pace. It's everything I hoped Lost would be but isn't--actually answering a few of the questions that it raises. In other news, for the first time in years, I'm not reading anything. There's a big stack of books beside my bed, but I haven't cracked a spine in two weeks. But this is the thing: I'm writing. You

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Thomas and I took all our change to the coinstar on Friday night. We made 122 dollars and went promptly to Best Buy to get the first season of Heroes on DVD. Neither of us had ever seen an episode before, but we'd heard that it ruled.This morning, as we were watching the second episode, and we were whispering things to each other like, "Ok, so I guess we're to understand that it runs in families"

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School has begun. My kids are maniacs and all is as it should be. And I cannot blog to save my life. Things happened at the beginning of this summer that were beyond my control, and it was outside my idea of fairness to blog about them. Usually I subscribe to the idea that if I'm a part of a story, it's half mine and therefore fair game. But there are exceptions to that rule and this was one. And

Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01043862101287195285noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25481962.post-50648890960387956342007-08-26T12:13:00.000-05:002007-08-26T12:19:03.318-05:00

First, I'd like to interrupt this broadcaset to say that Luciano's Pizza Rules!! Much in the way that San Dimas High School Football does, but maybe even more so. Their pizza is BIGGER THAN MY STOVE and the crust doesn't get all hard and rubbery when it's reheated....ahh. heaven.But then, just when I thought things were as good as they could get, pizza-wise, we called them last night at 10:15.

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What's orange and white and smells funny?The self-tanning accident I have become.

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And I couldn't be happier. Summer got off on the wrong foot for me, and though summer school was 100% better than usual this summer, I'm still glad to see the back of it. I'm hoping to make a full recovery by the end of next week and be back to my regular happy-go-lucky blogging self. This morning, in addition to watering the garden, I accidentally watered my left foot, causing my shoe to squish

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I'm just living in it.

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There is no better cure for cramps than coming home from work, seizing a cold and bunless hamburger from the refrigerator and eating it out of your hand. Then you might find that there is no diet pepsi, which would be all the excuse you would need to eat the rest of a carton of ice cream from the freezer while staring mindlessly at the internet.Not that I've ever done that.

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YayMichael StipeDogsMy friend Steve's 40th birthdaySpace GhostFreshly dyed hairNayThe smell of freshly dyed hairHangoversPizza Hut buffet not being open on SaturdayshumidityLast night, I went out with a bunch of people for Steve's 40th birthday. Happy birthday, Stevie! During the course of the evening, my friend Michelle was being hit on by some randoms, and when they asked her name she told them

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So, on Friday, I went to renew my car's registration. This year, I actually paid my car tax (imagine!) but there was still a hold on my registration (probably due to the fact that I paid it 30 days before my registration was due to expire instead of in December, when it was due. Oops.) So, I went to the tax office to get a receipt, because I just knew I'd have trouble at the DMV if I went without

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Courtesy of my friend, Jennifer:Ten Top Trivia Tips about Thomas and Meg!1. In their entire life, Thomas and Meg will produce only a twelfth of a teaspoon of honey. 2. Medieval knights put the skin of Thomas and Meg on their sword handles to improve the grip! 3. Marie Antoinette never said 'let them eat cake' - this is a mistranslation of 'let them eat Thomas and Meg'. 4. Thomas and Meg can only

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For some reason, I've just been exhausted this week. Second session of summer school ended today...one more session to go. I'm feeling relieved, as second session is notoriously the worst, and I survived it with no tears and no major blowouts. I don't know if that's because I've improved the way I deal with the older kids (I teach high school during the summer) or if it's that I've simply stopped

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Still totally unable to think/write about anything not Potter-related. Sorry. If you're interested in my incoherent ramblings on the subject, visit Ashley's Post-Potter Blog. Which is full of SPOILERS. SPOILERS, SPOILERS. So don't go there unless you're ready.I'm remembering that it took me about 2 weeks to recover from The Half-Blood Prince, so I'm figuring on at least that long this time.

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Finished at 1:30 pm. Flutterhearted, reeling. Ready to dive back in. Ready to start from the beginning. Ready never, ever to leave a world I wish were real. Ready to discuss. Ashley has checked in; she's finished. Who wants to start the blog where we can talk?

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I couldn't wait for the postman. I bought a second copy this morning at 9 am. Currently on pg. 479.I'll check in when I'm done to let everyone know that I'm spoiler safe. Any ideas on where we can talk about it when we're through so as not to spoil for any people strange enough to wait to read it? (I accidentally spoiled the Half-Blood Prince 2 WEEKS AGO for a self proclaimed Potter fan, so I'm

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It's a reading extravaganza!!First off, like many others, I am absolutely beside myself about the upcoming release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Somewhat foolishly, I ordered it to be delivered on Saturday, the release date...but this means that I won't have it until Saturday afternoon...when I could be waiting at midnight tomorrow. Damn me! The other teachers at work will have already

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It's about 1:15 in the morning, and I think my fever is breaking. I've spent the last two days in the fog of the sick person: unable to think beyond the next few steps, where are my tissues, why is it so hot in here, oh god it hurts. Right now I'm thinking: Crap, I'm behind in my work. Which, I think, is a good sign. That and I'm sweating profusely, breathing through my nose and suddenly wide

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Years ago, when I lived in Greensboro, there was a Chinese food restaurant that had a huge banner out front advertising "All You Can Eat Cram Legs!" What was hilarious to me about the sign was not just that it was misspelled, but that a banner-printing company had not pointed out to their customers that the word is crab, not cram, and that the restaurant just hung it on up anyway. And so,

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Tonight is one of those nights where the air is so thick that just breathing feels like a chore. The air is hazy with it, and my glasses fog up just leaving the house. The flowers, no matter how much I water them, look as if they want to pick up their beautiful petticoats and say, "Well! If I'd realized it was going to be this kind of party, I never would have come at all." This weather might be

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I saw this post over at Blogapotamus about anagrams. Here are some anagrams for "Meaghan Gilbert" (all of which might serve as appropriate first book titles, names for this blog, or nicknames for me, depending on your mood)Blathering MegaBagel NightmareAmbient HagglerA Blathering GemGambling ReheatA Gleam BrightenA Gingham TrebleA Garbling ThemeBlame GatheringGarbage Lent HimGarbage Men

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Many, many thanks to the awesome Velocibadgergirl for the Rocking Girl Blogger nomination. She is surely the rockingest girl blogger I know, with her perfect blend of smart/situational blogging, wonderful sidebar poem, hysterical links and general awesomeness. I swear, if we lived closer, she'd be my best friend in the world. So, now it is my job to nominate 5 other rocking girl bloggers. Andrea,

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The reason I look like there's a heavy object squashing me down in this picture is that the man who was taking it said that he couldn't see Jon behind me, and so I wanted to duck down without looking fat. As you can see, the results were excellent. Heh.There, that's better.I know every June/July my blog turns into Gilbert birthday picture extravaganza, but bear with me just a little longer so

Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01043862101287195285noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25481962.post-2834844394644541472007-07-01T13:03:00.000-05:002007-07-01T13:07:36.373-05:00

Please check out my new photo set to see my rocking 30th birthday party toga action.A huge thank you to my awesome husband, Thomas, for the excellent party and cake. More thanks than I can express to Michelle, Jennifer, Kathy, Ali, Michelle, Mary, Alice, Steve, Will, Jackie, Jim, Bernie, Susan, Brian, Jon and Dragan for the best birthday any girl could ask for. You all spoiled me beyond reason. I

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I've never been one of those people who equates song lyrics with poetry. I don't mean that as a value judgement; it's not as if I consider songs to be intrinsically less important than poems, it's just that I think their aims and concerns are different. I think a song works alongside music and those mysterious notes that are proven to evoke certain emotions in the listener. A song is meant to be

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This was just presented to me by my two next door neighbors, Jack and Owen. They are 7 and 4. Jack reports to me that I should not drink this because it has sleeping medicine in it. It also contains rosemary, flour, and sesame seeds, but not peanut butter. As he left, he yelled, "Take it or leave it!" and then kindly reminded me to wash out and return the glass. I love those two so much.

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And now for the moment we've all been waiting for...I would just like to say that my husband, family and friends are more than any girl could ask for. I am filled with chocolate cake and my new iPod (thank you, Thomas!) is filled with songs. Hooray for 30! If I'd known it was going to be this good, I'd have done it a long time ago.

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