Another Monday has found me feeling what is probably the winter blues. I just wanted to crawl back into bed and stay there. Of course, I did this quite a few times. In between those forays into napping, I tried to accomplish some things, but all I accomplished was watching television and baking cookies. Sound familiar?

I still find it amazing that I can lose sleep over someone else's lies. I've been told I am conceited before for positing that certain men are more interested in me than they admit yet somehow their annoying interest follows me around with the lies they pin on me. If I had a dime for every time I was falsely accused or had a lie repeated by some dimwit, I'd be richer than Bill Gates. Trust me. I know what I am talking about.

In other news, and in truth, my nanowrimo from 2008 may be finished sometime soon. I sat down and cranked out four chapters yesterday. This leaves me only 3,000 or so words from hitting the required 50,000 mark. I realize that I am over a year late, but sometimes it is better to finish what we start than leave it sitting in the to do box forever.

The snow storm seems to have affected my internet in a not so nice way. I've been fighting with it most of the day, but it has relected just int ime to feed my Hatchlings, buy some yo-products, and do other stalkerbook activities. I am also just in time to multi-task while I watch this year's Superbowl with my sweetie.

I admit that this year is not nearly as exciting as last year for many reasons. First, the Steelers aren't playing. Second, I am not nervously trying not to look too stupid while trying to get to know the handsomest man in the world better. Third, the Steelers aren't playing. Did I say that already?

On the up side, I still get to steal kisses during any down time. I also get to snuggle with him, and some sort of office pool has us decide to root for teams based on numbers. Otherwise, I'd have to pick purely based on blue and white verses gold and black or horseshoe verses fleur de lys. Of course, I have to admit that j'aime les chose francais. Anyway, back to watching the game...and feeding my hatchlings.

Sometimes, in order to understand a thing, one has to go back to the beginning. If one wants to know more about the intriguing Dr. Who, one must find a way to watch old episodes. In this instance, one realizes that this phenomenon began back in the 60s, so there is as much to watch as for one just now diving into Star Trek. I think I can handle it, but I have reached the point where I need to do the same for my novel.

Between the wedding, moving, adjusting, and good old-fashioned writers block, I fear that all the threads of my story don't weave together precisely as they should. This may be the toughest part of writing for someone who doesn't like to read the same book more than once because so many books are out there that want to be read. I guess I could get back to work on that if I wasn't so distracted by the TARDIS...

The cold weather seems to bring out a desire to chat, make ammends, and assume all is what it once was (in some cases). I make this observation from my own interactions with other people via facebook chat yesterday. I have rarely felt so popular with people I haven't seen in over ten years. I am not sure that I like it. It is awkward to have people expecting a complete recap of so many years in less than a half hour. I hope the cold lets up soon and the snow goes away, so I can avoid more awkward interactions and get some more flour. Otherwise, my creative cooking may cause my husband to feel deep fear of eating something unusual every time he bites into a cookie.

TOP TEN TIMES YOU MIGHT HERE SOMEONE SAY "IF I ONLY HAD AN OMNI"

10. When someone cuts you off in traffic and you really want to ram them.
9. When you want to impress all the people who once had an Omni.
8. When your gas pedal gets stuck and you can't stop your car from moving.
7. When you want to blame those nasty emissions on something besides your bottom. (This one is better if it is said with a British accent.)
6. When you want a car you don't care about dumping food in.
5. When half of a parking space is dominated by an immense pile of snow. (We've all seen it lately.)
4. When you want an excuse to say carburetor when referring to your car, but you can't afford a classic muscle car.
3. When you want to crack jokes about being omnipotent, omniscient, or omnivorous.
2. When you are trying to win an argument over who has the worst car.
1. When a real tank isn't available.

Just like most of the other people I am stalking in facebook, I have been having all sorts of snow related fun. Since we got so much snow, some lanes are actually filled with snow on multi-lane roads around us. This lead to one of the above thoughts thus inspiring my first top ten list in forever. Then I realized that I am neglecting my public again. Shall I tell you something wonderful?

Just like all the other lucky wives in the world, I got reminded by how much my husband loves me. This has nothing to do with gifts he got for me. It has more to do with the way he shows his love. It is little things from sneaking up the stairs to kiss me good-bye before he goes to work and eating something he things is disgusting to try to make me happy. Not everyone loves vegetables, but you have to start somewhere. Anyway, I think it is time to go spend more time with him. Talk to you later about more stuff you never wanted to hear about...

My husband, like me, is into philosophical pillow talk. Last night, he kept telling me that he likes to keep the past in the past. That just makes me more glad that I am part of his future. I didn't think much of it until this morning when I tried to get some more miles out of my old sewing machine.

This particular model has been plaguing my happiness for quite a while. It worked fine until the move before last when it was transported according to my instructions. This being just one of may reminders that people consistently choose to ignore my instructions when I know what I am talking about. It will be nice to not be reminded of this so often though I am sure that new occurrences of this phenomenon will arise.

My new sewing machine is a Singer, which was the brand I asked for the first time I got one. It seems to be working well thus far. Unlike its predecessor, the bulb didn't blow a fuse within the first two hours of use. This is looking good. It is also reminding me I should always go with my first instinct. Luckily, I've been doing that lately...

I need to take classes on sleeping. I periodically sleep in such a way that I hurt my neck. This doesn't blend well with the already angry muscles in my back. I'd blame yoga for those, but I haven't been pretending to do yoga lately. Needless to say, the Wii fit has been yelling at me over that. It also yelled at me today for reaching my weight loss goal too fast. It'll get over it.

Anyway, since headaches tend to make my tummy upset for reasons I will never understand, I spent most of the day draped across the couch, staring at the television. It is amazing how many movies I record to the DVR when I start looking through my favorite movie channels. I shouldn't have to tell you which ones those are. In fact, I am sure that most readers will say, "Oh, yeah, like she has favorites. She is just downloading all the movies that come onto television." Don't I wish. I don't have enough DVRs for that, so I have to be selective.

At some point, I need to locate a library from which to borrow every book I ever wanted to read. I am frequently amazed by how many books I have yet to read, such as the last five Harry Potter books and classics which include Moby Dick and Gulliver's Travels. These are not the only books I need to finish, but I choose not to bore you with an extensive list and/or explanation...

A couple of weeks ago, I was talking to my mother and she started telling me how I reminded her of a character from NCIS. I informed her I had only seen ten second snippets of the show as I was changing channels. She just repeated her assertion that I remind her of Abby. Finally, it struck me.

"Wait! Is she the goth chick with the pigtails?"

My mother got excited and began chattering excitedly. Since she wasn't telling me that she thought one of the characters was hot, I let her continue. After all, I can't let mom cheat on her Morgan Freeman crush with someone else. All my friends would be appalled. Besides, Morgan has such a sexy voice or so my mother tells me. She also likes his chicken dance from some movie, and I may need therapy because I know all of this.

Anyway, I decided to start recording the show. I admit that I tend to like shows of that variety, as long as I am not watching them with someone who gets overly excited every time a certain actor comes on the screen. (Traumatic memories about Walker Texas Ranger probably also make me a good candidate for therapy.) You wouldn't believe how many episodes can get recorded during a week. I have them recording from three different channels, so I have been watching episodes from 2004-2009. Luckily, my brain is used to sorting out information that doesn't totally make sense. So I have been trying to figure out what may remind my mother of me. Despite, my pale skin, I have not ever been accused of being goth. Here is what I have.

* She likes short men. Though a dwarf and a hobbit are not the same.

* She talks to inanimate objects.

* She is good at locating information.

* She loves animals.

* She keeps hugging people whether they want her to or not.

* She is very caring, particularly about her coworkers.

* She likes to wear high-heeled boots and fishnets.

* She makes sure she gets rewarded for a job well done, though I prefer chocolate to CafPow.

* She can be completely clueless when guys like her. Luckily, I've finally found the only one who mattered.