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A friend of a friend of mine has written a YA novel. Misty Provencher just recently lost her agent, so she decided to post her book, “Cornerstone”, chapter by chapter, each Monday, for free, on her blog. It is an amazing book and I really suggest you read it. Please check her out. Comment. Anything. She is REALLY good.


…of going to Hell, GCOM, chest colds and potty training…

So, On the 20th, Jen, Steve and I went to Hell.

Aimée, Steve and Jenny in Hell!

That’s right friends, we went to Hell. (Check out the rest of the pictures on my Myspace.)The original intentions for the trip were to go to the Carnegie Library in Howell to do some research on a haunted property that GCOM is investigating. The archives of the library were amazing. Overwhelming at first, but I got help from this man, Milton Charbanaugh who is 90+ years old and the official Livingston county historian. He made things so much easier to understand. I got so much information. I think I may have been spoiled on this first investigation, because no other place I have been to has that much by way of files and history of the area. Unfortunately, that investigation didn’t happen as the occupants just couldn’t stand being there any longer and they moved. Speaking of GCOM, I am now an official member of the Ghost Chasers of Michigan as their researcher. I am soooo Excited! (See me here. I’m at the bottom. I look awful, but I don’t care. I am in GCOM!) I feel so welcomed into the group and everyone is so nice. I can’t wait to get together with them again. We have monthly meetings and they gather at a bar a few times a month, but with Ted being laid off… still… I just can’t afford to go to the bar. I can barely afford to keep the internet and let me tell you, the internet IS a neccesity to me.

I have Ted’s horrid chest cold. I am SO sick right now. I thought I would be getting better, but nooo… I woke up this morning because my lip had split in the middle of the night and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I am up before the puppy even. Ohhh, the puppy. I love Max. He is the sweetest little thing ever. He loves to cuddle and play. He and Moe seem to be the best of friends,


however he WILL NOT go potty in the litter box. He is too small to go potty outside, so we to have him litter train. It’s not working. I have no ideas left. We have tried so many things. But he is only 10 and a half weeks old. Moe potty trained so easily. Why is it so much harder with Max? Ugh!

I just finished reading “Twilight” by Stephanie Meyer. I didn’t think I would like it, but I was suprised. VERY, VERY surprised. I loved it and I can’t wait to read the next book. I love my YA books, but they never seem to grab me like this one did. I suggest you read them.

Well, I guess this is it for now. Take care!



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The Vagina Monologues — Eve Ensler

It began by watching an HBO special on “The Vagina Monologues” That inspired me to read this. Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not a DIE HARD feminist, but this book and its stories were amazing. I would like Ms. Ensler to publish more of these stories, even just the interviews. It made me love my Vagina again. All women should read this book. Thank you Ms. Ensler. You are a great woman! 9.5 of 10.


“I say vagina because I want people to respond,” says playwright Eve Ensler, creator of the hilarious, disturbing soliloquies in The Vagina Monologues, a book based on her one-woman play. And respond they do–with horror, anger, censure, and sparks of wonder and pleasure. Ensler is on a fervent mission to elevate and celebrate this much mumbled-about body part. She asked hundreds of women of all ages a series of questions about their vaginas (What do you call it? How would you dress it?) that prompt some wondrous answers. Standouts among the euphemisms are tamale, split knish, choochi snorcher, Gladys Siegelman–Gladys Siegelman?–and, of course, that old standby “down there.” “Down there?” asks a composite character springing from several older women. “I haven’t been down there since 1953. No, it had nothing to do with [American president] Eisenhower.” Two of the most powerful pieces include a jagged poem stitched together from the memories of a Bosnian woman raped by soldiers and an American woman sexually abused as a child who reclaims her vagina as a place of wild joy

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