The following provided from MSN news: “Actress Angelina Jolie spent Christmas Day with refugees in Costa Rica as part of her work as a goodwill ambassador for the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees, the agency said.”
Okay, so who is the UN Low Commissioner for Refugees, and where did that ambassador spend the holidays? And was Brad Jolie Pitt babysitting while Angie was away?
Other interesting tidbits gleaned from today’s MSN: What to do when faced with awkward dating situations for people of different faiths
and
if you think your closet is stuffed with frumpy clothes.
My post-Emma gift is waning. Slowly. If there is a road to recovery, I’m on the feeder lane. Coffee definitely should NOT have been my beverage of choice this morning.
A round of applause for my writer friend Jess who just received a letter that’s going to push her back to the keyboard and a typing frenzy. I’ll be sure to interview her on my blog when she gets her contract! Go, Write, Finish!!!! Our prayers are with ya, honey. No more Internet cruises for you, chick!
Today I PROMISED myself that I would devote time to grading papers, recording grades for papers, writing mid-term reviews, writing mid-term exams. Oh, and then there’s that pesky haven’t written ONE WORD yet for National Boards.
My daughter Erin just emailed me (so I check my email compulsively….how many addictions do I have to give up in a lifetime???) a list for my website. I felt rather self-obsessed writing my own “About Me” for my website (that Sam has been gently urging me to get on with it already), so I volunteered Erin to do it for me. And, oh my. Am I that transparent??? No. I think it’s just that, next to Ken, she knows me—faults and fantasies–and loves me. The relationship we share did not come easily. Perhaps that’s why we value it so much. But, that’s a story for another day.
I’m entertaining the notion of publishing an anthology of sorts of my non-fiction musings, ranblings, anecdotes. If it does comes to pass, I’ll post information here. Pre-orders always welcomed.
Time to drag Pandora’s briefcase (okay you APers, recognize that allusion for your exam) out of my car. Stand back.
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