Did you know there is a new book coming out called Pride and Prejudice and Zombies? Really. I'm having a hard time comprehending on just how many levels this is totally wrong. The author is giving full credit for having co-written this book with Jane Austen. Apparently most of the original language is preserved. The additions will be obvious as they will involve blood and mayhem and well, the undead. It really might be true that all of the great books have been written. Any other aspiring author is just wasting her time.
I had my recurring dream last night. It hasn't happened for some time because I haven't been school teaching. Only this time, it started off in an entire different direction. I was the mother of five: a fact I only realized some time in to the dream. The only two kids that I recognized were the youngest two who were the same as my oldest two. I didn't recognize my husband either, though it is probably safe to say that he was off stage the entire time. The oldest of these children was a horrible boy who shared an uncanny resemblance to Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne's gene pool. He shouted at me about how I'd never been there for him. I felt terrible, but wanted to explain that I'd only recently become aware of his existence. Instead I shouted right back at him, using some pretty choice language. (Actually, lately, I've been often dreaming that I am shouting at my children.) The argument occurred right before a major ward activity and I was busy stringing fairy lights along wires on the ceiling and couldn't deal with the demon-child. Then I found out he was sluffing school. Eventually, after the party, I made it to the school (which was my old high school, but not), only to be told that I was actually still enrolled there, had missed most of my classes in the last year and was in danger of not graduating, particularly because my calculus grades were so low. I was also expected to remember my old combination lock so that I could find my books. Then Padawan told me he was hungry. Oh, wait, that last sentence really happened.
The recurring part is only the last bit--about the schooling thing. It is very common for me to have dreams about incomplete credits (always calculus), poor grades and general panic until I wake up. At least this time I wasn't naked.
I believe I made a perfect cup of hot chocolate this morning. I start with a little bit of hot water and add sugar and cocoa--light on the sugar, heavy on the cocoa. I like it slightly bitter. I add skim milk for the last 2/3 of the liquid and get it nice and hot. Today I had a bit of heavy cream left over in the fridge and added a tablespoon or two of that. If not for that horrible dream I'd have wanted to get right back into bed.
To make breakfast for the kiddos today I had to get fresh dishes out of the dishwasher. My dishwasher is not the brightest appliance in the house and cannot seem to understand that it is supposed to wash AND dry the dishes. It does one or the other. Sometimes the soap doesn't come out, but the dishes come out dry with every bit of food within a three foot radius stuck to them in gritty particles. Today was a no-dry morning. I am completely okay with putting them away wet. Plantboy dries them all. Of course, he is highly efficient. He can dry and put them away faster than I can just put them away.
And my last random thought concerns the Easter Bunny. I just can't do it. Santa yes. He is nice and cozy and the stories about him are fun and he is just so human. But I cannot bring myself to create the magic of a huge freaky bunny for my kids. I just feel too foolish. I realize that to refrain while many other children do get this sick and wrong visitor may undermine my kids' Santa-belief but I think I am okay with that. I figure this was my last year with Jedi Knight and the whole Santa thing anyway. He is just too inquisitive. Santa is lost in the details.
Now, all of these random thoughts are going to be held together by a contest.
Why a contest? What is significant about March 24?
Not a thing. It is just that I'm absolutely curious to know who is out there. I found out this week that a few more people are reading this blog. People I know, and some that I don't know. A couple of these people have been reading for some time. I just want to know who is out there. I've noticed that people running contests will often triple their comments during a contest because everybody loves free stuff.
Here are the rules for entering and potentially winning the AWESOME prize: You must comment and answer at least one of the questions listed on the bottom of this post. If you answer more than one question you get more than one entry. I'll even give you an extra entry if it is the first time you've commented here. The second rule is that if you enter then you must send an address where your AWESOME prize can be mailed.
1. What is the weirdest book title you have every seen/read? Or, if you could warp a classic, what title would you mangle? (Like Moby Dick Cheney: A Memoir)
2. What do you think my recurring dream means? Or which dream of your own can you not shake?
3. How do you make the perfect cup of hot chocolate?
4. Do you put the dishes away wet or dry?
5. To Easter Bunny or not to Easter Bunny, that is the question. (No, really, that IS the last question. There is just no question mark?)
I must admit to having mixed motives here. I would love to get a 30-comment post, even if your reasons for commenting and entirely mercenary. Hey, tell yourself, "If its free, its for me."