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Hello all!  Sorry about the brief hiatus in blogging, been a bit busy around here lately...also, my son broke the power cord to my laptop, which is just irritating (not really his fault though, he's just being a two year old and exploring the world around him, that was mommy's fault for leaving it out where he could get it).  I'm just irritated with myself for that though, but hey, lesson learned for next time...now I just have to find my other power cord that's floating around the house somewhere, still in its original packaging lol.  So I'm writing this on the desktop computer, which I'm finding out has a couple of serious downsides...the main one being that at some point, something was spilled on the keyboard and now some of the keys stick a bit.  Also, can't exactly pick it up and take it anywhere in the house with me...you never realize how much you really do that until you can't anymore. 

So, I kinda came to a random decision today...I've decided I'm going to write a book.  It just kinda came to me earlier today in one of those "Huh, don't think anyone's done that yet" moments.  That's when I decided to just do it myself...I won't go into specifics of what the book will be about, at least not yet...I'm gonna do a little research and write up a manuscript, then send it to some publishers and try to get a bite.  Don't know how well it'll do, if it even goes anywhere at all, but hopefully something will happen with it and I can get it all written out and then maybe sell a few copies. 

Onward to new topics...What's up with people who feel the need to vocalize their internal monologue?  I'm not talking about people who randomly voice the thought that's in the forefront at that particular moment, I mean the people who literally can't have a thought in their heads without saying it out loud.  I actually live with someone who's like that, so you can see where that can get a little annoying day after day.  Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, but I just really don't care if you can't decide between the blue shirt or the pink shirt...I realize that may sound a little hypocritical coming from me, considering I have a blog and all, but it's different in a way.  It's like, with a blog, someone can choose whether or not they want to read the ramblings from my brain whereas with vocalizing it, there's really not a whole lot of choice involved...I pretty much have to listen to it.  I think that may be part of why I hide out in my room with the kids a lot...that way I don't have to deal with it constantly.  That, and I have little to no interest in the shows she watches on TV...seriously, it's all teeny bopper crap and she's not even a teenager, which I could overlook if the TV weren't constantly on these shows along with her running commentary of them.  Anyway, that's another topic for another blog post.