One would think that they way I wear myself out during the week, I wouldn’t have midnight blogging sessions, and yet, I do. Last night when i went to bed, I purposely did not knock out until I was on the verge of a coma. The kids and I had a “camp-in” where we pretty much ate and joked and watched wrestling until we passed out. After my blogging session, I noticed Finge was tossing and turning a lot. I thought maybe he was awake, and so I asked him what he was doing. “I’m saving you mama.” My kid dreams about being a hero, lol. That’s pretty cool.
It’s so gorgeous outside today, I’m going to rush through my errands and then bring them to the park. They can run themselves crazy while I write. I desperately need a laptop so that I can write anywhere. Yes, i plan to be one of those people that set up camp in various public places as they work on their “next big thing.” Until then, I’ll have to get a couple of good writing tablets. For those who are interested, Borders has notebooks of the sort for fairly low price. Purple ones. (Author’s Note: Purple anything is always a way to get on my good side. Also note that I have a b-day coming up in a month, so…yeah.)
My writing has been SO much more intense these days. Even if the story that I wrote doesn’t win the grand prize, it is definitely among my best. So, if you ever read something about an author to watch…yeah…that’s me.
Off to Target lambs.
Last night, I decided to treat myself to body butter from Carol’s Daughter.* The name of the product I purchased is SweetHoneyDip ChocolateBrownSugah. As the name implies, it smells like a hybrid of honey, cocoa and sugar. My skin feels like a dream, but I have mixed feelings both about the need to name body products after food, as well as my compulsion to purchase such products.
I’m flipping through the channels, and I passed MTV. A male and female (mother and son actually) were doing sculptures. As I looked, I said, “That looks like a penis. I have a filthy mind.” Lo and behold, they were doing penis sculptures. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I discovered that Target sells OPI nail polish. My insides did the happy dance.
My arms are still tanned from the summer. OMG, I was SO golden delicious this summer, lol. However, all that was not exposed to the sun looks anemic – vampiric even. I plan on being a total beach bunny next summer. Crazy as it sounds, i think I want to learn how to surf. Of course, I have to learn how to swim first. That’s one think that sucks about growing up in a black American city. For some reason, there is no focus, concern or desire to teach black children how to swim. I have other opinions on this. Ask me someday.
I have sworn off fried chicken until after the new year.
The midnight wakeups are beginning to be slightly annoying. But oh well. Going to watch Harvey Birdman now.
*I do not believe that body butter is a treat. Skin care is something that I take very seriously, and I view the “good shit” as a bill. Take care of yourself and yourself will take care of you!