Coucoumellisms

I have mentioned before that I was writing a story. I finally finished it awhile ago. I've been correcting and re-writing since, and last week I sent it in to the publisher that published a book by my father. They want to publish it! I just have to send the final copy in by September 1, and I have to find a new title for the book. Desert Storm is already taken. I am currently brainstorming and have come up with a few tentative titles: The High Road Hope Sang The Merchant's Daughter The Passage Hope Whispers Still brainstorming though.

The day finally arrived.Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper. St. Peter said, 'Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven.' Forrest responds, 'It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But, nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope that the test ain't too hard. Life was a big enough test as it was.' St. Peter continued, 'Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions. First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T? Se...

Perhaps this is partly what St. Paul had in mind when he compared athletes training to win a prize to christians struggling to follow Christ? Everytime I walk into this particular church for Sunday mass, the same man walks over to me after mass and says exactly the same thing. "Ça doit être du sport hein? 5 enfants?" And then he repeats it, like I didn't hear the first time. "Perhaps he thinks I didn't, because mostly I now just half-smile, nod and keep walking. I get tired of this constant reminding me of a person's incedulity that I deal with 5 children. I've talked to him before, and I've told him it's not that bad, or I've told him they aren't all the same age, and the older one is obviously more of a help than a hindrance. My second one helps out quite a bit too, at home. This has been ongoing for years, now, the only think he can think to say is the same thing, to translate litterally: it must be some sport having 5 kids. In...

Yesterday, as the sun's rays were angling down, and the day wasn't so hot anymore, I found myself alone, still cleaning the van, as I'd been doing for, oh, the past two hours. The adolescent who didn't want to cooperate was asleep in his bed, the daughter was with a friend, and the husband had just woken up to go fishing with the boys. Yes, you read right. I was washing the car, while the husband was sleeping and fishing. Now let me explain why there is nothing wrong with this picture. The husband spent the whole night working on some project they had him working on at the Yellow Pages. Then he sort of dosed for an hour and a half before the second son's third soccer game of a tournament he was in. The husband is the team manager, so he has to be around to take care of certain things. We got back at around 2:30 or 3:00, and the husband went straight to bed. The husband got up to go fishing because the second son really wanted to go. Not because he really felt like i...

Read the review here : It's worth reading, although I personally don't agree 100% with everything that is said and have a few comments of my own. Bella is plain, clumsy and prone to accidents, but having recently moved to rainy Forks she enjoys popularity as the new girl. She has no real friends -- none that she spends unforced time with. She has a shallow relationship with her father, Charlie, whom she “hates lying to” even though she does so frequently since, “for his own good”, he remains ignorant about vampires. While Edward is always telling Bella how selfless she is, she never does anything to support the theory. All she wants is for him to make her a vampire so that she can be breathless in his presence 24/7 for all eternity. In the unlikely event that any of my children came across mythical creatures and had to keep their existance a secret, even from me, "for my own good", or in this case, for their own good as well, this is not an idea that really bo...