Sunday, February 27, 2011


Grayson is doing great. Oh, darn, the computer has little, red spell check under Grayson's name.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

first award

Upon receiving this award, I am supposed to:
1) Thank, and link back to the person who awarded it.
2) Share 7 things about myself.
3) Award 10 great bloggers.
4) Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.
  1. Thanks Erika @!
7 things about me:

1. I had a brother born this morning.
2. I have recently finished editing a novel.
3. My great-uncle is related to Wild Bill Hickok.
4. I should be doing homework right now.
5. I am a total nerd.
6. I just started basket ball.
7. I would love to finish school by 9th grade (which I can if mom will let me) and go to online college early.
I award Miss M., Larkin, Priscilla, Mom, Grandma, Hannah H., Rachel, Rachelle, Rhinestone Rachel, and Tsavah

4. Contact the bloggers, I will do that...later.

10 lbs in 21 inches of cuteness, born this morning at 5:48. Need I say more? Yes, yes, I do.
His name is Grayson Payne Nottellingsorry.

Monday, February 14, 2011

oh, so that's how hyper i am...

The Caffeine Click Test - How Caffeinated Are You?

You clicked 156 times in 30 seconds.

That's with no caffeine...

happy valentines

Happy Valentines day!
Valentines is an amazingly fun holiday at my house because of a few traditions we have...

  • Dinner HAS to be pink.
  • You have to wait outside while Mom is setting the table.
  • We have a little basket filled with gifts on our plates.
  • The gifts in said basket have to be red or pink.
  • We play the "Valentines game" which Mom made up when I was around 3.

Does your house have any Valentines traditions?


PS: Still no baby...

Thursday, February 10, 2011

mom's to do list

Reclaim closets
Our room 15 minutes
Have a baby

Guess which one is not done....


Hi! I recently did Write or Die and I'm really impressed with the turnout.
Here is an excerpt from the second Katarina Tymenyatsey book (for you non-NaNoers the first one was my NaNoWriMo novel).
With this thought on her mind the breakfast buffet seemed a little less joyous. She plopped herself down in a back table and viewed the surrounding area she happened to catch a sight of Robert, the odd American boy (she could not bring herself to call him a man, for he was so boy like in his ways) she gave him a sideways glance and continued to browse the area. All in all, she could not find any suspicious goings on in the cafeteria (which is to be expected, since it was a cafeteria.) She sighed and half heartedly poked at her food with a spork.
Robert had also happened to catch sight of her sitting in the corner and joyously bounded over to greet her. Robert was amazingly likable, but Katarina at that moment, was amazingly grouchy. She shoved him away and told him to get lost, but like a stubborn puppy he persisted. In the end, the back table had about thirty of Roberts new friends sitting at it and Katarina felt as flat as the pancake on her plate. Robert had certainly wasted no time in getting him self acquainted. Many of the Romanian boys flirted with Katarina but she was not in the mood to play games. She grumbled about being stuck, but the boys were making such a commotion that they did not hear the girl's complaints. She attempted to make an exit, but she hit her head on the way under the table upsetting some glasses of orange juice. This was immediately noticed and she was drawn back up into the throng of boys.
When she finally escaped the throng at first bell she tried to avoid eye contact with Robert but he would not give up, she wondered if possibly Robert might like her but for the sake of her sanity she dismissed that thought quickly. She looked around for possible entrances to the secret passage but saw a room number and realized that if she could hear it from her room it would not be in this section of the building. The group poured into their first classroom and Katarina saw, to her relief, that Robert was not in this class.
Their teacher was a round pudgy man with a twirly mustache and a sun tan so orange that he looked much like an Oompa-Loompa, he would have seemed the perfect teacher to most but judging from multiple groans and spit wads she gathered that this was not the case. The orange man yelled at them, "Shut your traps, you idiotic buffoons! I am the teacher here, unless I am mistaken. Now we need to- MORON! You in the back! Get your hands of those chemicals! See me after class." A mumbled "Yea, sure." came from the back of the room.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes Sir, Mr. Anaranjado."
Katarina recognized the Spanish word and could not supress a small, barely coherent giggle but she was heard and Mr. Anaranjado's frustration was focused directly at her.
"Do you have a problem?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"No sir," Katarina said, blushing the same color of crimson as her jeans.
"Because you are new and do not know the rules I will let you off the yook this time."
"That's hook, not yook."said a familiar voice as another student slipped through the door.
"I get payed to speak English, and I teach it at a university, Roger."
"It's Robert, and my, isn't it a pity? You get payed to speak English and I just have to speak it daily for free because it's my native language. Ah, the injustice of it all!" Seeing a friend he pretended to faint, the friend, however, was quite afraid of Mr. Anaranjado so Robert fell in a disgruntled heap onto his bottom.
The teacher, by this time was quite upset and Robert got landed in three days detention. Leave it to a boy to get into trouble on the first day at a new school. The teacher went back into a long, boring speech, and Katarina wondered if this was a method of torture. She was grateful when the bell finally rang and all the students bustled for the door before the grumpy oompa-loompa man could assign any homework.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011