Adding the Hatchling

Facing Up To Facebook

I'll admit it.

I like to think I know when I've got an addiction - and I think I've found one.

Thanks to everyone - especially my loving husband- but also to all my friends, co-workers, etc. that have convinced me that it is a good idea to go onto this thing called Facebook.

I am now a Villain, a Dwarven warrior, a magician in a school of magic. I save rainforests 1 square foot at a time. I send fish to all of my friends. I become a fan of things I never even realized I could be a fan of! I can Kidnap people to my secret hideout. I can chase a rainbow. I can read the writing on the wall and write on someone else's.

Above all and much more importantly, I can keep up with friends that I haven't spoken to in years. I found out that schoolmates are now married with children. Some friends are even living in the same city I am! I can catch up with family that I wouldn't necessarily get to see otherwise.

And I don't have to feel like I have to update it every couple of days (like some other Spaces...)

OK, so now I have to think about what I want people to know what I'm doing. It can be pure fun or something completely mundane.

But regardless, I'm addicted.

I've got to check in and see what everyone is doing. And I can't forget to do my part in saving the environment. Plus, I want to see exactly how many fish and little plant creatures I can collect!

So off I go... I think I'll see about defeating my first Hero in my Villianous career!

In which I am tightly surrounded and cannot sleep...

It's late.

Well, if I had been working a closing shift at the store, it would be early - but that's not the case.

As a rule, when I sleep, I need to be covered up. Be it by sheet alone or accompanying blankets. It's winter, so the blankets accompany. I like to be warm, but not too hot. Chilly evenings bundled up are the best!

As a rule, Morning Star will jump up and join me - always closest to the side of the bed, because the dog gets the middle. He will stay next to me for no more than 30 minutes or someone moves and disturbs him. Usually the latter.

As a rule, I sleep with earplugs due to various city noises outside the window, the dog noisily snacking on the chewtoy du jour and various other night noises mixed in with the gentle snorings and teeth grindings of the loving husband slumbering beside me.

Finally, as a rule, I forget my earplugs and always need to get out of bed to procure them.

All of these, as a rule.

Rules are made to be broken.

Of course, the rule that wasn't broken was the last one. I forgot the earplugs. I can be sooooo reliable.

I got into bed and was finishing up my book, Skulduggery Pleasant - an excellent book by the way. It's meant for older kids, but is a fantastic read for all ages.
Morning Star, of course joined me and settled along my legs as a fine example of a personal heater. I finished up and turned off my light to get some sleep as I need to be at work early in the morning. Shortly after, my husband did the same. Jack, our Cava-Tzu, did the settled some minutes later.

Normally, Morning Star will move as soon as someone moves around or the dog starts scratching out a nest in the blankets.

Not so tonight.

He stayed fast and wasn't about to move for anything. And is he a little heater!

I never move this cat from the bed when he joins me. He is usually so picky about how much movement there is that he will move in his own time. I can usually wait to get my earplugs until he has vacated his position.

Unfortunately, tonight I drifted in and out of sleep for an hour or so while his little fire burned against the length of my legs.

In addition, Jack curled up right against the crook of my knees. And you well know that when you are under the covers, anything that is on top of the covers basically pins you down.

Feelings of being trapped, anyone?

And a furnace on either side...

Luckily, the rest of the night noises were at a minimum tonight - including the gentle snoring beside me.

Kitty finally moved and I was freed from my confinement. Having been roasting nicely, I needed a drink - so here I am. OJ beside me and merrily typing away.

As ordeals go, this wasn't a horrible one. I am still awake, though. There is the fresh excitement of discovering something new - I am now on Facebook and am becoming thoroughly addicted to it with special thanks to my husband and Betty!

I think I am about ready to expose this blog to the world.

Watch out Facebook - here I come!

Whose Rule is it Anyway?

I learned a new grammatical rule the other day and it interested me so much, I figured I would share!

I have never been able to use "whom" correctly. I have a friend, though, who is an editor for a local publication and she revealed to me the great SECRET. The secret is this:
(Looking around furtively to ensure no one else is listening)
The secret is: if you ask the question about a man, how would it be answered? If the answer is "he" then the correct word to use is "who". If the correct answer is "him" then use "whom". Finally, (and I figured this part out all on my own) if the answer is "his", use "whose".
The end letter of h(e), hi(m) and hi(s) determines the ending of wh(o){the vowel}, who(m) and who(se) respectively.

So, [who] does the cat belong to? Him? It should be "Whom does the cat belong to?"

[Who] is going to the park? He is? And this one is correct!

[Who] rule is it anyway? His?

WHOSE rule is it anyway?

Thus ends the English lesson for the day!

I was so very excited about learning this that I HAD to share!