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This past week has been hectic for me. I posted a project on kick starter for my new novel Scarlett Jones and Forever. It is a novel that is based off of a recently published short story that I wrote. Also this week I went to the coffee shop in the French Quarter and showed off my new pink Miami Sun Cruiser. It is awesome and I love it! Everyone else did as well. Earlier this week my roommate moved out. Everyone was sad, but he didn’t move far, so he can still come over and eat dinner. My cat sniffles misses him the most.
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The most expensive thing I ever bought was my cat Sniffles. Sniffle’s is an extreme flat-faced orange Persian cat. I saw him as a kitten on the internet and I fell in love. He is so cute, he looks like Garfield, but much cuter. He has a grumpy personality, but he is always at my side. If I am in bed he gets in bed, if I get up he gets up. He is spoiled rotten and tells me when it is snack time. In the summer, when it is hot I feed him thinly sliced turkey frozen. It’s like a turkey Popsicle. Sniffle’s loves it.
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If I could splurge and get any car I wanted it would be a bike car. I live in the French Quarter where most locals scoot around on bikes. I can honestly say that not one of my friends owns a car. In the French Quarter there are no problems with commute. Most locals live in the quarter and work in the service industry. So a bike is perfect for that. I, on the other hand have children. And when I take them to the grocery store, it would be so much easier to pile into a bike car than taking three bikes and locking them all up to separate poles, lugging them all up the stairs into the house when we get back. A bike car would defiantly be more convenient than a real car because parking space is limited in the Quarter and getting towed is very expensive.
- Bike Your Way Green (smartfamilytips.com)
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My second semester in college I took English 102. My English teacher, Mrs. Weiner, was as old as the hills and as batty as … well … a bunch of bats. Mrs. Weiner was strict when it came to assignments and due dates, and every class period she would say, “If there are no further questions we will begin our quiz.” The kids in the class were divided as follows, half of them were highly intelligent, and the other half had trouble walking without their knuckles dragging the ground. Every class period the smart kids would become much dumber and would ask the most elementary questions. Mrs. Weiner would be spinning in circles trying to figure out how we all made it into English 102 when we couldn’t identify a quotation mark. We made it into an unspoken game to see how many truly dumb questions we could come up with and ask with a straight face. I don’t think Mrs. Weiner ever caught on to what we were doing but we never had a quiz in her class.
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