A Confession

For my 3 loyal readers, I have a confession to make.

I want to be a writer when I grow up.

I've let the comments about my supernatural writing abilities go to my head and I'm beginning the probably long and painful road to trying to get my blog published. I'm working on editing the posts right now by month. I finished June last night and I'm hoping to get July lined up today. I'm having to cut and paste from the blog into Word and I'm ignoring formatting nonsense right now. I suppose I need to work on that too - you know, dates and blog titles and such.

I started Googling publishers and agents to get information and the only thing I've managed to do is completely overwhelm myself. Of course I have visions of grandeur and a bestselling book, so I oscillate between despair because there's such a steep learning curve and elation because of my new project.

I suppose in the meantime I should continue to post about our daily life since this is the stuff my blog is really made of.

Speaking of delusions of grandeur, I entered a picture of Julie into the "Live With Regis and Kelly" beautiful baby contest. *I* know she's a timeless beauty, so the world should know it too.

Wow - I'm on a "look at me" kick, aren't I?

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Jules slept until 11:18 this morning. The only reason she woke up then was because I got her up. This is about 4 hours longer than she usually sleeps. She's had a fever for the last 36 hours. Since Wednesday night. Is that 36 hours from Friday morning? Oh well. Calculating time has never really been my strong suit.

On Wednesday evening while Steve was in a deacon's meeting and the big kids were at Awana, Julie and I went to the grocery store. She was fussy and kept making funny motions with her mouth like she was trying to chew and swallow at the same time. Or like she was going to vomit. The only thing I kept thinking was "I hope she doesn't throw up because I don't want to have to leave these groceries and come back later." So nice of me.

We're back in the meat department and I'm looking at pork shoulder picnic roasts because they were on sale for 99 cents/pound. Julie is fussing a little but gets very quiet. I look over and she's asleep in the basket. Her head has lolled back against the metal support behind her. She didn't stay asleep long because we were moving, but I thought it was funny that she fell asleep. It was only 7:30.

On to another topic...

Audrey is watching a show on Nick Jr. called "The Wonderpets." It's a guinea pig, a duckling, and a turtle who wear capes and save other animals. They've saved a baby pigeon who was stuck on the nose of the Statue of Liberty, a baby skunk stuck in a bramble bush, a baby dolphin stuck in a net, etc. Today's episode is "The Wonderpets Save The Puppy." The puppy has to go pee pee and is stuck inside it's house. I'm not kidding you. They're singing about saving the puppy who has to go pee pee. I don't know whether to laugh incredulously or change the channel. Audrey hasn't made any comment yet, so I'll leave it. But they've said the words "pee pee" about a dozen times.

The funniest thing about the Wonderpets is the duckling. Her name is Ming Ming and she has a typical little-kid speech issue - her Rs come out as Ws. So she's always singing "This is sewious!" It makes me giggle. I try not to laugh in front of the kids because I don't want the kids to laugh. But it's so cute!