fifteen for friday
Friday, December 11th, 2009
1. In case you didn’t already know it, I LOVE alliteration. In fact, I would be okay with this as my epitaph:
Jennifer Leigh Weadon Parker * November 18,1975 – November 18, 2075
Mommy, Grandmommy, Great-grandmommy and Astonishing Advocate of Abominable use of Alliteration
I know it’s a lot of letters and that will probably cost a lot of moolah, but for goodness’ sake I lived a hundred years and died on my birthday, aren’t I worth it?
2. kids…. ahh… just kids.
3. Writing sarcasm is easier than it sounds. (See what I mean, you couldn’t tell I was being sarcastic could you?)
4. Finished Devil’s Kiss by Sarwat Chadda last night. I really liked it! You should read it. I wrote Devil’s Kill first and took a minute to notice the mistake. Hmmm…
5. Mexican food rocks. Not sure I would feel right eating tamales on Christmas though.
6. My son read a book I recommended! SCORE!
7. Me likey Chucky.
8. Totally, completely, utterly frustrated with Joomla! (I did not add the !)
9. My ultimate Christmas wish: A maid once a week for a year. Must do windows.
10. Who came up with FIFTEEN? That’s way too many random ideas to come up with in one sitting.
11. Yeah, yeah, I know I did.
12. It was because I was afraid that five just wouldn’t be enough. I guess fourteen didn’t seem round enough.
13. Which is weird because fourteen is an even number and fifteen is not.
14. I’ve always thought that even=round. But now that I think about it, that’s not necessarily the case.
15. Rambling OUT. (Like Seacrest out…wow, that’s old. Oh well.)



1. School is in.
2. Yesterday I noticed three blooms on my flower. Normally it only has two, and when I see another about to bloom I know that one flower will fall off before it gets a chance to open. This is the first time there have been three blooms all at once actually attached to the plant. I was pondering the reason why this made me so happy. It has to be that it was unexpected and it involved a pretty lilac colored flower that has a perfect yellow circle in the middle.
7. The forget-me-nots have grown, but why aren’t they flowering?
Dear to us are those who love us… but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy, for they add another life; they build a heaven before us whereof we had not dreamed, and thereby supply to us new powers out of the recesses of the spirit, and urge us to new and unattempted performances.
too. There was definitely more action than in the Dessen novel (did I just compare YA fic with a western?) but it wasn’t up to McMurtry’s normal heart-pounding and gut-wrenching abilities. It wasn’t nearly as serious as the Lonesome Dove series but not as comedic as Sin Killer either. I get the feeling it was written for fun–as an easy-going western. That said, it was still superbly written with McMurtry’s trademark realistic almost lyrical back woodsy prose.
5. Currently reading Boone’s Lick by Larry McMurtry. It’s a nice change of pace from YA fiction. I wonder if Mr. McMurtry hangs out at 





