Memage

Directions: Type "(your name) is", (with the quotes) into a Google search, cut-and-paste the first 10 responses that work. Just pull the answers right out of the excerpt google shows you, don't click the link and search around. The only rule is that each one has to start with "(your name) is".

Anne is available to run workshops and short courses on a variety of writing

Anne is stubborn, passionate, loyal, and intelligent. She loves beauty and fantasy,
and wants to be a good person.

Anne is not a medical professional and does not offer personal counseling or medical advice via email

Anne is at first head over heels in love with him, then she realizes that

Anne is forced to gather up her skirts, drop down and squat before her mistress {well well...}

Anne is nervous about the teachers' meeting, which will determine who in her class

Anne is given a splendid coronation, but the people jeer at her in ...

Anne is responsible for recruiting and developing writers for MusicDish.

Anne is able to use her amazing powers to help any individual or company looking

Anne is the third in a small, locally owned group of properties. {hey now!}

More memage...

Now however... Anne is not.. ( Cut for number )

A Real Update

Or at least something along those lines...

Sunday night the Beau had to take some time to study for his physiology exam (which was Monday) and I decided to take that time to try to get some writing done. The words they were not a-flowin.' I tried to pick up the story from right after Ama's conversation with her Aunt Meery and it just felt so clunky. My initial idea was to get her out of the Library right quick. But then I figured that no, I should spend some time there since that's the place that spawned the idea in the first place!

The only bit of it that flowed well at all was when Ama ran into her sister and brother-by-marriage. The two of them had bits explaining something about the meal they were eating- and that was just fun. Really short scene so far- needs to be expanded. Part of me is just itching to get her out in the world and watch the fun. So maybe I'll just go ahead and start writing those bits and add the other stuff in later...

In other news... There's not much going on. Still trying to nail down the details for the wedding. It's unfortunate that the weekend is the only time the Beau and I can do things together (to even meet with people like caterers, etc.) and they fill up so quickly. I already have two Saturdays and a Sunday in August booked for family stuff. Speaking of which, I need to get a frame for the cross-stitch project I did for the Beau's sister...

Umm... the cats have been, well themselves. We have a new theory about Danger Boy! We've decided that His Nosiness is actually a representative from an alien race. They're interested in learning how humans work, ya see. They have watched for awhile and decided they needed more information and needed to be closer to people. However masquerading as a person could be a problem as they don't know enough. Then they saw cats- and it was good. They have several agents disguised as housecats, they come in, get into everything (curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought him back), watch us and learn about human behavior. This explains Leo's fascination with *everything* we do. We figure it also explains Sasha's dislike for Leo. She was the first spy and, well, went native, it was just too good being a cat. So they had to send Leo and she resents it. ;)

Yeah, I think we have too much time on our hands too.

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I'm being stupid... for some reason I've decided that this is a good time to delve into the past. Re-examine it... Unfortunately the places I've chosen to go to aren't the happiest. Yet I keep looking at them- at my place in them and wonder.

I wouldn't change the way my life is currently. Sure the job thing could be better- but I have one, and that's nothin' to sneeze at in this economy. And I have my Beau, the most wonderful guy for me (who doesn't answer his cell phone...).

Yet for the past few days I've been looking at who I was and who was there. I guess I'm mourning those times, again. Missing the person I was and the possibilities of the time.

Hmm, I guess what it comes down to is while I still would want to end up here, I just wish I gotten here differently.