Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Broken toys, sick bunnies and literary nightmares.

Micah is 15 months old today. How time flies. He is napping right now, and I just sent the other two to their room with a stack of books for a quiet time. I wonder whether it will work? There has been altogether too much fighting around here, and I can't take it anymore.

Yesterday Cody broke one of my childhood toys, and I was really devastated by it. Maybe there is something wrong with me, but that toy was really special to me, and I had told him he was not allowed to play with it. You can't get that toy anymore. I know it's lame, but I was saving it for my little girl someday. Obviously I was misguided, seeing I do not have a little girl. But part of me was still thinking, maybe I will have granddaughters some day who would enjoy the same things I did as a child. I was so upset I felt like just throwing everything out. Who needs sentimentality? How dumb is it to get attached to an inanimate object? Of course it is not the toy itself but the ideas and memories attached to it that are so special to me. I wish I were more practical and the kind of person who can just throw things out without batting an eye. My mom is like that. For some reason, I did not inherit that trait.

In other news, we have no snow on the ground. Our winter storm rages on, and yesterday we had no power for 45 minutes, but the temperature outside has stayed just above zero so any snow that has fallen has melted. However, it is icy outside. It is snowing right now, but barely at all. I'm happy to report that it is not raining right now. It is very windy though. Yesterday the horses were all shivering violently and I felt so bad for them. I am told that is normal for this time of year. I gave them all some oats and after that they were all better. They are dry today and not shivering so far.

Great. The boys just woke up Micah. Great. I was about to start my homework.

I called a vet this morning. Oreo, our bunny, is not really doing so great. I have been upset about it for a long time, but I am considering taking him to the vet to be looked at. He is blind in one eye, but I think the other one is now going too. He has stuff coming out of both eyes, and also his ears. I did bring him out of his cage this morning to groom him, as he was moulting and he looked mangy and horrible. However, even with a nice neat fur coat, he is still not in good health. He is nine years old. If we take him to the vet, there is a good chance they will suggest putting him down. He won't come out of his cage anymore because he can't see well.

And one last thing. I found out yesterday, to my great shock and horror, Hilary Duff wrote a novel and it is number ten on the New York Times bestseller list. I was extremely dismayed to hear this. Okay, I know that's not really cool, but I could not understand how Hilary Duff wrote a book. I think the reason it shocked me so much is because she seems like a dabbler to me. She acts, but not really well. (I don't mind her movies. I'm just saying, she won't be winning an Oscar in this lifetime.) She also sings, but again, not really well. So how is it that she wrote a book good enough to make it on the New York Times bestseller list? I mean, if she's that good a writer, why wasn't she writing all along rather than doing all that other stuff? Truthfully, I had to wonder whether the reason it is selling so well is because her name is on it, and everyone is wondering what kind of book she wrote. I did a little Googling on the subject, as I was feeling mighty disturbed about the whole thing. Then I found out she used a ghost writer. In other words, she had an idea, but she hired someone else to do the actual writing for her. Ah. It is all making sense now. So what I learned from this is, if you have money, and you are famous, you can have a best selling novel with your name on it, even if you never wrote it. If you are not famous, you have to write your own novel, and then you have to claw your way in just to get published, never mind getting famous and having a best seller. Don't get me wrong. I want to do it the honest way. I would take no satisfaction in hiring someone else to do my writing for me. But, I must confess, it really irks me that people think Hilary Duff wrote a best selling novel.

That is my rant for the day. I better sign off so I can do some homework. It is due on Monday and I have not really started on it this time around. I'm off for now.

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