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If I posted pics of all my babies, there would be no room in this thread for anyone else's pics And my blog has been filled, at various points, with cats and kittens. So will just post a few pics here. Pretty Kitty Kitty: Sweetheart (PKK's daughter): Ginger aka Gingey Boy, GB, Geeb (Sweetheart's son)

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I think part of a poem I wrote once sums it up:

Im procrastinating about going outside and putting some new soil in my herb garden. Sam and Scott are off fishing and I took advantage of the quiet to SLEEP. So now I am sitting here feeling extremely lazy but not wanting them to come home and find me in the same exact place I was when they left at 5 am. So...I suppose I should at least go outside and stir up the dirt, make it look like I did something...

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Viv mentioned my name in her blog I can't say that I have ever wondered whether an a sex or love scene came from the author's personal experience, observation or imagination. *laughs* Though now that you have put that thought in my head, I will be wondering that the next time I read such a scene. I HAVE wondered whether some stories I have read (the story as a whole) were based on an author's personal experience (either in whole or in part). I doubt I would ever ask the author whether he or she based anything in his/her story on personal experience. Not unless I knew the author well enough to have a personal conversation. Though I would gladly answer anyone who asked ME that same type of question. (Yes, I will tell total strangers just about anything they ask me :wacko: ) My son is a bit like the little boy you mentioned who is very huggy and demonstrative. Sam always hugs and says "love you" when he leaves (to go to bed, to go out the door, whatever). He usually does that only with family, but he has often "slipped" and said it to his friend Jacob when I drive Jacob home. On those occasions he has usually laughed and said he says that to everyone and then pretends to act like he knows 'guys' don't say that sort of thing to other 'guys.' But all the while he is acting like that, he is smiling in a way that clearly says "I don't really believe that and it IS ok to say that but I don't want you to think I MEAN anything by it. The cute thing is that the first few times Sam did it, before he 'caught himself' Jacob smiled a shy little smile that really told me he liked hearing that. *sighs* I doubt he hears that very often at home. But now they both just laugh (aka giggle) at each other and punch each other in the arm. I can SO see that going 'somewhere else' when they are older.

Well, despite the drama, I finished editing The Shower and it is now posted on my site You know, I started out thinking, "Hey, I'll write a short piece of 'porn' and see how it goes." Well, forget that. I can't seem to write 'porn.' I always seem to get something of a plot in there (ok...this one is a bit thin on plot) and it always seems to turn into something softer than 'porn.' But, hey...lots of people write porn. I'll just stick to writing fantasies instead. And maybe try 'porn' again at some point. No, it isn't that I think 'porn' is something to aspire to, but I wanted to see if I could actually write some. Sort of as a writing challenge. So we'll see. In the meantime... *looks at everyone with pleading eyes* go read my 'non-porn' and let me know what you think.

TEN EMOTIONS. 1. are you missing someone right now?: Yes 2. are you happy? right now? No 3. are you talking to anyone right now?: No 4. are you bored?: Sometimes 5. are you German?: Part 6 are you Irish?: Part 7. are you French?: No 8. are you Italian?: No 9. are your parents still married?: Not if you believe in

Thanks. Yeah, that was a moment and a half. Am still pissy but have rescued most of my files and have spent some time doing anal-retentive things and everyone else is now in bed asleep. Sam, I can fix. He's a kid and acts like one. Some days I'm not so sure I want to bother trying to 'fix' Scott when it comes to such things. Other days I want to work on getting him to understand things and maybe not say or do some things. But I con't know.

I'm having a real 'moment'here. Yeah, no surprise. luc's having another drama queen moment. But I am just so goddamned sick of everyone in my 'real' life. Everyone. You know, the only people who have ever given a damn about my writing were my parents. My dad didn't really understand most of it, but he knew it was important to me. My mom knows it is important to me. YOU WOULD THINK that my son and the man who allegedly loves me would also understand that it is important to me--even if they don't read it. I have sat here all f**king night working on editing The Shower. The Rangers were playing hockey so I figured at least Scott would leave me alone and let me work on that. And I could live with the occasional outbursts from him. Except I told him I was trying to concentrate and thata I didn't mind that but interrupting me to talk about why the Rangers were great was a bit much. Sam, too, managed to find ways of constantly interrupting me. I told him I was trying to concentrate and asaked him how he felt when someone talked to him about nothing urgent when he was doing his homework. He said he didn't like it. And he said he would stop. Yeah, right. Constantly for the past 4 hours he has interrupted me to tell me stupid things, to ask me stupid things, to just make noises however he could. And it really goes much beyond this. I have asked--and when ignored, asked again a little more loudly--that when i am writing, please leave me alone. Scott's answer to this when i get pissy about it is to walk past me and lift a cheek and fart at me. f**king Christ, he's a teacher! I thought I had found someone a little higher up on the evolutionary scale! Sam thinks that is so funny. And it all boils down to they really don't think my writing is valuable in any way. It is just something I do for fun. It doesn' tpay me any money. It isn't getting published. It's a waste of time, time I could spend 'doing something.' Thaqt is how it is treated around here. And when I express my upset at that, well...I'm not qutie sure how to interpret the noise from someone's ass, but my guess is it means something like, "like I give a shit." So you know, I had a moment before this moment. I said I was going to just stop writing and delete everything and never write a goddamned word again because what the f**K is the point? Tje people I love and who supposedly love me couldn't give a f**K. It pisses me off so much because it hurts so much. It is the one thing that I do that has meaning to me, that makes me feel good about myself. And they treat it like it is nothing. That makes me feel like I am nothing. And Scott wonders why I stay up all night. Because that's when I can write without anyone making me feel like I am doing something wrong, something unimportant, something that is just a waste of my time--and apparently theirs, too. *laughs* And SAm does the same damned thing. He learned it from someone else before it was reinforced by Scott. I hate them both. Sam is upset right now, ran upstairs crying. Scott is pissed off at me because I got upset with him and Sam. And I have deleted the files I was working on because what is the f**king point? *laughs* Yeah, they are in the Recycle Bin, so I can get them back. But I don't know if I want to. It seems that all through my life I have heard the same things from people in my life. I stopped writing for years because you know, if you hear something enough times or hear it said the right way, you tend to believe it. so yeah, another one of my moments. And yeah, I am to the point of throwing things and slamming things and I had this laptop in my hands and god, I almost threw it across the room. *laughs hysterically* Then I realized I have things on this laptop that I don't have on my regular computer--conversations I don't want to lose, pictures I don't want to lose. So it got a last minute reprieve. So what is the last thing he said to me as he stalked upstairs (other than he was going to watch hockey in peace)? "Why don't you take something and calm the f**K down?" *spits in his general direction* And just yesterday he asked me (because I was wearing sunglasses because my eyes hurt and were puffy from a hell of a bad night), "You using something again?" *bangs head on desk* Take a drug....don't take a drug...make up your goddamned mind, will you? (I wasn't) No, my writing isn't important. It isn't important that I concentrate and try to do something that means something to me. But it is SO GODDAMNED IMPORTANT THAT THE RANGERS BEAT THE SABRES!

I was talking to Andy tonight and mentioned I had met someone on a Harry Potter site (I actually met several people who are still very important to me on that site, and some who were once very important to me but who have faded away...). *rolls eyes* Yeah, I know...Harry Potter... Hey, it was a long time ago and a lifetime ago and I was very into Harry Potter. But actually, if I had never gone to that site I would not be writing now. I stopped writing for YEARS and only started again when I discovered HP fanfics. I ended up writing a few of them. Nothing that exciting. Mostly just innocent little slash fics. (I am a hardcore Lucius/Severus shipper, fyi--and a Harry/Draco shipper, despite the obvious problems with that.) So tonight I took a walk into the past and reread my fanfics. It felt strange to read them since I can remember writing them and where I was in my life at the time and the friends I had at the time. Was even stranger, still, to read the comments posted by those friends. *shakes head* An entire life ago. But just for the hell of it... This is my one completed Harry/Draco fic. His Grey Eyes I saw him sitting by the lake, alone. It was just after his father had paid Dumbledore a visit. After his father had paid Professor Snape a visit. After his father had paid him a visit. It was odd to see him alone. Odd to see him without his bookends, Crabbe and Goyle. Odder still to see him crying. I didn

That looks intense! The Order of the Phoenix is one of my favorite of the HP books. I really can't wait for July 13th. And Harry is looking better.

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My current avatar is from the movie Gorgo Most of the time my avatar represents something of me. My last one was a kitten with a pirate hat (which Ben made for me a long time ago). The kitten was because I am a cat person and at the time had tons of kittens running around my house. I sometimes use a picture of my eye as my avatar, when I am in a mood to reveal my soul to the world. I also have some photos I have taken that I have used (a beach sunset and the Snake River). I tend to use those when I am feeling like having people see what I see. *laughs* Yes, I do give my avatar that much thought. Very often, however, I will use pictures of movie monsters. I am a fan of older monster movies. The monsters were so much more innocent then.

You shouldn't have any problems with the herbs. Even I don't have any problem with herbs. Well...except for the sage that has died on me 2 years in a row and the catnip that refuses to overwinter in my herb garden (it overwinters in various other places where it was not planted, however). Strawberries grow well in containers. I used to grow them in whiskey barrels and never had a problem with them.

I am procrastinating about writing. Since opening my Word document I have: channel surfed gotten something to eat played with one of my cats looked up the Stanley Cup Playoff stats checked my email 4 or 5 times browsed through the threads in the Lounge looking for something to reply to (found a birthday thread, a 'legal thing' thread and THIS thread ) Considering I opened the document at 11 pm, it is technically "tomorrow" now, so I have successfully "put off until tomorrow what I should have done today."

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So the guy (assuming) chats up what he believes to be a minor and arranges to meet this minor for sex. But instead of meeting this minor, he meets a police officer who had pretended to be a minor. He is convicted by a jury of using the internet to entice a child into sex. The conviction is overturned and he is acquitted because he had not actually broken federal law because the person he had actually enticed was not a minor but a police officer pretending to be a minor. Do I have this right? The problem I have is with the acquittal. The man

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My first thought would be that there should not be different requirements for men and women in the workplace. Period. It would seem that to require anything different from one sex or the other would constitute discrimination of some form. But then

Well, vacation is over. We drove back from Virginia Beach today. Took 11 hours, which wasn

*laughs* You are obviously a good lawyer. And I base that opinion not only on the way you present your argument and support it, but also on your ability to not answer a specific question but to answer and clarify other questions which may or may not have been asked. And no, that is not a criticism, it is a compliment. I have some personal experience with lawyers and have always been impressed by their ability to divert attention from one thing and focus it on another. Lawyers are magicians in their own right. I am absolutely certain that I should NEVER try to have an argument with a lawyer since I would end up arguing something completely different from my original argument

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