So I just took this Quick and Dirty IQ test and, while I'm not going to post my actual number (wouldn't that be unseemly?), I will share my general results. Because they're funny.

Logical Intelligence: Below Average.

Below average! Ouch. This test is obviously flawed...right? I'm sort of glad my husband can't seem to bring himself to read this ( Read more... )

I'm, um, very, very excited for my friend Linda Urban, who is brilliant, wise, and funny, and who also (by the way) won the SCBWI Unpublished WIP grant.

Now I can't even feel piqued about not winning the Barbara Karlin grant. Which is just as well.

Your Brain's Pattern
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Your Hidden Talent
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My mama, who enjoyed her college French classes, used to say this to me sometimes. It's an apology (right?), but it keeps running through my mind this week--as I watch CNN, read the paper, and try to fall asleep at night--with a more literal meaning: I am desolate.

It's funny how just-right some of these are...and even funnier how deeply inappropriate others are.

My husband's sick. He has a fever and a sore throat. He came home from work around noon and spent the rest of the day in bed--sleeping, reading, watching TV, spraying his throat with numbing-stuff, and whimpering.

He's already called in sick for tomorrow. I think he's done that...well, gosh. Once? Maybe twice?--in all the 14 years I've known him. ( Read more... )

It rained! Well, sprinkled, really. But water! Fell from the sky! It was glorious. I went outside and opened my arms and breathed.

It was a dandy day. On top of feeling rain (!) on my skin, I got to:

* zip up some pants I thought were too tight,

* make (and eat) chocolate chip oatmeal muffins (Does that cancel out the pants? I hope not.),

* read ( Read more... )

I'm thinking about dying my hair. I've never done such a thing before, except in my junior year of high school, when I gave myself one of those six-shampoo jobs. In burgundy. I sort of liked it--the ends of my (extremely long) hair turned bright pink, which was neat--but mostly, I didn't. I felt vaguely inauthentic, and I was relieved when the last ( Read more... )

I hate summer. I'm embarrassed because I know it's So Wrong of me (Hating summer? That's like hating apple pie and baseball, right?), but I can't help it. If I had air conditioning, I probably would like it okay. Or if I lived in the arctic. That'd be even better. There probably aren't too many yellow jackets and hobo spiders in the arctic, right?

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