Kewl. Amazon’s listing it already. September 15!
Ferguson has signed a deal with HarperCollins to publish his memoirs in fall 2009. The book, tentatively titled American on Purpose, will focus on “how and why [he] became an American” and cover his years as a punk rocker, a dancer, a bouncer and a construction worker.”
I thought he was joking about being a dancer. Oh wait, he was, but…wasn’t. You know.
I confess. I’m a magazine junkie. I love magazines. I’m a third generation magazine nut.
I wait for them eagerly to come in the mail. I devour the headlines as I wait for customers at the store. Now, I even look for the magazine lady each week as she restocks the shelves with the newest issues.
I know my mailman just loves me. *snort* But I’m glad to have a BIG mailbox, let me tell ya! I subscribe to many, and Mom has gifted me with a few,too.
Mr. Man subscribed me to the magazine from the History Channel. For a history and trivia nut like me, that’s a BLAST! Why, just this week, I learned that General Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie to BLOW UP the Alamo, but Bowie decided instead to defend it. That heroic effort ended badly, but perhaps it served the purpose to fuel the fight for Texas’s independence from Mexico.
I have the Taste of Home magazine. I even go to the Taste of Home Cooking School when it tours through town. I love the whole IDEA of cooking. Unfortunately, like my writing of late, ideas are all I seem to entertain. But I love all the neat recipies and stuff.
I have Redbook magazine. I like all the neat stories in that one, and the beauty tips, but my favorite part is the column highlighting embarrassing moments.
Diva J introduced me to MORE magazine a few years ago. I was tickled when she told me I was too young for that magazine, as it was geared toward women 40 and over. I don’t know why it amused me so, but guess what? I had just as much fun with that when, a few weeks after my 40th birthday, I got to tell her I got my own subscription. (BTW– You should read her latest post about her Redneck Weekend!)
I like to catch up on the gossip in Star magazine. I don’t hardly believe a word of it, but it’s entertaining. I don’t think I’ll renew this one, it’s not as fun as it once was; something about the format and content isn’t what it used to be. One thing I’ve noticed that I do like is that it has great advertising for novels, most especially women’s fiction.
I get Country Woman, but I don’t remember how. I think it was a gift from SisM’s sister, or from Mom. It has great recipies, pictures, and wholesome stories. I get a kick out of some of the humor in them.
I like People Magazine, but not as much as I used to. And it’s so darn expensive. I usually wait around for someone to clean out their supply and bring them to the salon.
I’m likely to pick up any magazine laying around. I don’t know if it’s the short items that appeal to my short attention span, or if it’s the amount of learning and knowledge and escape I can cram in in one sitting. (Most likely, in one long, bubbly bath!)
I’m loving the covers for the fall issues out now! Good Housekeeping, Family Circle, Woman’s Day…all the cute little pumpkins and Halloween themes…It helps set the tone for my favorite season!
So, what are some of your favorites?
And then the fight started….
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for
would have to go home and come back later.
And then the fight started…..
My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.
she hasn’t been sober since.’
And then the fight started…..
I rear-ended a car this morning. So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny? Yeah, well I couldn’t believe it… he was a DWARF!!!
So, ’tis the season for finales.
The rising heat and burning Panhandle winds signal us that the end of Spring is near.
This past week has sent my TiVo into a frenzy of recording. This evening, I’m catching up. Who will Betty (Ugly Betty) Suarez choose, Gio or Henry? (I hope she kicks Henry to the curb, personally.)
Grey’s Anatomy ended way too neatly. You know something’s going to happen to Derrick. ‘Wait for me,’ he told Meredith. Yeah, something’s going to happen to that guy. And Callie going for Hahn, in place of McSteamy? Forget it. Really. Hahn’s such a bitch. I guess that means that next season, they’ll do something to make me like her. And Alex? Poor baby.
What about Horatio on CSI Miami? No way CSI Wolfe is part of a hit. I’m guessing it’s a staged event to somehow save Horaitio’s son.
NCIS? I was sad for Gibbs. I’m also thinking there’s sparks between Abby and McGee. And Ziva and Tony. Tony. *sigh* Love that character. All those reassignments? NO WAY.
CSI–Warrick?! BOOM. And now the mole is revealed. Who’da thought?
CSI-NY: Mac, c’mon. You should know better.
Boston Legal–tell me you aren’t cancelled! Shark– you too!
Desperate Housewives–The jerk got what he deserved. So did that little twerp of Tom’s. But jumping forward? What the heck?
Oh, no, I just had a thought. (yeah, it DID hurt, thanks for asking.) Do late night talk shows go on summer hiatus? I don’t remember. I hope not. I would hate a whole summer without Craig Ferguson.
I watch a few more…I know. Addicted to TiVo. Bloop-Bloop. And? So?
It’s almost the end of the PRIDE (Parent Resource Information Development Education ) classes, our foster parenting instruction. This week was our class on discipline. Next week : sexual abuse. Lots of information has been presented to us about so many things. I get the feeling it’s only the tip of the iceberg! Three more classes. We still have to take out CPR/First Aid course, get life insurance, home health inspection, home fire inspection, construct a will, take pictures of the interior of our home, get TB tests, health certificates, get home studies, provide copies of pet vaccinations…
Today at lunch, I went to WalMart to get some makeup, and browsed by the baby/toddler aisle, daydreaming. I found the perfect theme! Gender-neutral Winnie the Pooh. Done in strong yet not loud greens and other earthy colors. And it has yellow in it, which will go with the yellow I’m painting. Aye, I still have to finish painting. But I didn’t buy the comforter and bedding. We haven’t been approved yet. I still have the folded baby blanket from when we were pregnant the first time, and it’s bad enough looking at that. I’ll wait till we have more of a surety of something, this time.
I went this week to get my fingerprints done for the DPS Background check. *sigh* All excited, I was. After all, that’s the least of my worries, right? Went into the office for the electronic printing. The woman was cranky. A jaded kind of cranky, not just a bad day kind of cranky. First, I notice she starts marking up my application like a pissed off substitute teacher on a rampage.
I don’t say anything about her marking through my middle name and replacing it with my maiden name, like on my driver’s license. It asked for my middle name, I put my middle name.
I do, however, ask what I got wrong when she marked off where it asked for my race. I put Caucasian, fair complexion. I SWEAR that’s what it asked for.
“It wasn’t asking whether you were white, it was asking whether you were Hispanic, (stupid.)” Yes, the ‘stupid’ was unspoken, but definitely implied in the tone. Why were they specifically asking about Hispanic, and not any other race? I’m definitely no ACLU member, but that seems kinda weird.
I wanted to reply, “Then why did you mark it out and put ‘light’ instead of ‘fair,’ doo-doo head?” Instead, I meekly chuckled and said, “Um, well, it was late when I filled it out. I must have been tired.”
I gleefully presented my hands for printing on their little electronic screen, fully confident. I ain’t scared of no background check…they won’t find SQUAT except I’m not very good with my checkbook and I had a car accident a couple of years ago when a 16 year old girl stopped on the on-ramp in front of me. No speeding tickets or otherwise, even.
“Don’t roll your hands. Just let me do it,” says Miss Cranky.
But, I wasn’t rolling my hands. Honest.
“Tsk-Tsk.” She shakes her head. “Do you have a lot of damage to your fingers?”
“Um, well, I don’t know.” I frown. “I’m a hairdresser and I do nails, and work at a grocery. Anything’s possible.”
“They aren’t going to accept these. They look like the kind of prints someone has when they try to alter their prints.” The accusatory tone singed my ears. (Okay. I’m over sensitive sometimes. Maybe it just hurt my feelings. Okay. My EGO.)
“Well, I didn’t. I have no reason to.” I thought for a moment. I’d done nails that day. “I may have some glue residue left that I didn’t get removed.”
“Well, there’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…they just aren’t going to take these I can almost guarantee it.”
Whatever, I think. I will more than likely be asked to have them done again, but won’t face another fee. No big deal, they gal’s attitude was just a bit of a bubble burster. But that’s okay. I’m still confident. If I can get past the home health inspection, and fire inspection, I’ll feel even more confident of approval. Again, the whole idea of someone INSPECTING our housekeeping…*shudder*
I made excellent progress on the spare room. However, I DID open the closet door, then shut it again really fast. I guess I’ll try to pump myself up to tackle that Sunday afternoon, after working at the market. And maybe after checking e-mail…..
Another season ended this week. Granny’s sister, L___ passed, 5 months after Granny. 5 months before Granny, another of her sisters, M___, passed. Now there’s only one sister left. *sigh*
Wanna hear something weird?
Tuesday night, Mom was sitting in the living room when she heard a swoosh-crash from the kitchen. First, she blamed the dog, a Doberman-Rottweiler mix, who looked up at her from the rug like, “What? What’d I do?”
“Oh,” said Mom, before going to investigate.
Turns out, one of Granny’s candles, that Mom had been SURE to push away from the edge just that morning, had shot off the fridge and onto the countertop.
The next morning, she found out L___ had passed away Tuesday night.
Anyway, I have run on long enough here. I need to wind down, I suppose, and get to sleep…
Heath Ledger, dead at 28. I really liked this actor. How really, really sad.