Just stopping in to say. . .

Merry Christmas!

Move Over, Einstein

Although I'd like to think that you don't have to be a genius to enjoy my blog, maybe you do. According to an infallible and highly sophisticated instrument that scans your blog so that a cash advance link can get posted to your site when you are flattered by the results and copy the html code to your site, I learned something very interesting.

My blog has a GENIUS reading level.

Wow! I think it would be safe to conclude that my blog readers are geniuses. Did you know you were that smart? Cool. (Forget being a blogger of the people. I'm keepin' it totally high-brow around here now. Totally.)

Merry Christmas!

Hope you're enjoying the season.

Not NaNoWriMo

I'm not writing a novel this month, but I am taking a blogging break. You won't be seeing me around for a little while. If you really really miss me--or even if you don't--you can leave me a comment to tell me so. Happy November!

Hey Look!

I sent you something.

Click here.

Dear Dairy

That's how I began my journal entries when I was seven. I couldn't spell "diary," so for about a year, most of my personal journal was unintentionally dedicated to milk cows.

I love my journals. It's fun to read back through them and remember. Want to know what I have written in them? You can get a clue here.

Take Cover

The Satan, I mean Santa Ana Winds are blowing. Do you know what that means? I will explain.

Where I live there are three seasons: tourist season, fire season, and mudslide season. We have now officially entered season number two. Every year it's the same. One day you are playing at the beach, the next there is a slight chill in the air and a few brown crunchy leaves on the ground. DO NOT BE FOOLED! It isn't really autumn here until the Santa Ana Winds begin to blow. Then BAM!, the temperature soars 20 degrees, the humidity drops 70 percentage points, and there is smoke in the air. How often can you actually see the air you are wheezing? Oh, and did I mention sinus headaches, earaches, and the feeling that you've just been stuck in your Grandmother's dehydrator? Yeah, I pretty much feel like fruit leather. No wonder they are called the devil winds.

Ah, fall!

(On a more serious note, dozens of fires are burning and these horrible winds always bring out lunatic arsonists. I pray for all the families and homes that are threatened. I hope you will too.)