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  • Crazy Lady! is a book written by Jane Leslie Conly. It was published in 1993 and was one of the Newbery Honor books of 1994.
    misses
  • A failure to hit, catch, or reach something
  • A failure, esp. an unsuccessful movie, television show, recording, etc
  • (missing) not able to be found; "missing in action"; "a missing person"
  • Miss (pronounced ) is an English language honorific traditionally used only for an unmarried woman (not entitled to another title such as Doctor). Originating in the 17th century, it is a contraction of mistress, which was used for all women. A period is not used to signify the contraction.
  • (missing) lacking: nonexistent; "the thumb is absent"; "her appetite was lacking"
    flight
  • Shoot (wildfowl) in flight
  • (in soccer, cricket, etc.) Deliver (a ball) with well-judged trajectory and pace
  • an instance of traveling by air; "flying was still an exciting adventure for him"
  • a formation of aircraft in flight
  • shoot a bird in flight
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Crazy Ladies : A Novel
Crazy Ladies : A Novel
From the author of Mad Girls in Love comes this lively multigenerational tale of six charming, unforgettable Southern women -- a novel of love and laughter, pain and redemption.
Though she was born in Tennessee, Miss Gussie is no country fool. A woman who can handle any situation, she has her hands full with two headstrong daughters who happen to be complete opposites -- dour Dorothy and sweet Clancy Jane. Hoping money will heal childhood wounds, Dorothy marries the owner of a five-and-dime, while Clancy Jane gets into a mess of trouble, running off with a randy tomcat who pumps gas at the Esso stand. And then there are Gussie's granddaughters, the smart but plain Violet and fancy-talking Bitsy -- a new generation whose lives will reflect a nation's tumultuous times. From Tennessee to New Orleans, from psychedelic San Francisco to a remote Southwestern desert ranch, this funny, poignant novel spans more than four decades as it vividly recounts the universal loves, sorrows, and joys of women's lives.

Rebecca Wells's Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood is rivaled by a fictional sibling: Michael Lee West's Crazy Ladies. West's tale of wild women down South is faster and snappier than Wells's thick bayou prose gumbo, but it has some of the same virtues--a cast of wacky characters, lively regional dialogue, and a satisfying multigenerational time frame. The scene shifts from 1932 to 1972, and from Crystal Falls, Tennessee, to New Orleans to hippie Frisco and L.A., though it's mostly rooted in Tennessee, where sunflower gardens contain deep secrets and kids can light up whole summers with lightning bugs in a jar.
The crazy lady who starts the story is Gussie, vexed by her ornery first daughter, Dorothy. When Dorothy's kid sister, Clancy Jane, comes of age, the real ruckus begins, thanks partly to Gussie's helpless preference for sweet Clancy Jane over dour Dorothy, who calls Gussie "Mother Dear" from age 6 on. Sweet Clancy Jane turns out to be headstrong, too--she runs off in a poodle skirt with Hart, who works on oil rigs, Esso stands, and the odd Cajun girl on the side. And then the '60s hit, bringing on Gussie's grandkids, Bitsy and Violet, plus some jolting social changes reminiscent of Lisa Alther's Kinflicks. Though it's spiced with horror (rape, crib death, one character buried alive), the dominant tone is breezy humor. At one point, the sister with "thighs that could break a man's neck" catches her husband and her shapelier sister "wrapped around each other like stripes on a candy cane." Not a magisterial novel, but a really good read. --Tim Appelo

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234/365
234/365
sooc i'm still fucking sore and tired from tuesday. i am really out of shape. lol i tried to look for some shoes underneath my bed...i could barely get up. fuck soreness. it's not even fair. anyways! today was..omfg crazy. I tried to get that other guy i was talking about earlier to notice me. he didn't. i failed miserably. first period: we dissected worms. it was gross because they had shit all in them second period: sonia wasn't there so i was all alone and i felt so fucking emo. especially in front of him. I finished my sticker for Graphic arts and it's so fucking cool. it looks like a holga camera because i was only supposed to use like 4 spot colors. third period: did my presentation on cinco de mayo..took a test over cinco de mayo and got a fucking 108! biattch. then i left early to go chill with jaclyn and berto and him [hiM] in animation. AH! that was fun. i showed them funnyexamanswers.com AND, jaclyn was sitting on the floor...and i will love her forever...she found M's id on the floor. i shit you not, it was there! and she was like "psssst!" and I was like "uhm, what" and she shows me it and i die. then towards the end of class, i saw him come back up to where he was sitting and he was like "where's my ID?" I started sweating and my heart was going all fast and I was like omfg he's probably gonna put two and two together, he knows jaclyn was sitting down there and he was close to there and he knows i'm her best friend or probs her cousin and then aHESGD JOG. but i totes kept my cool and we got away with it. fourth period: we gots a sub! and he's so fucking cool! mary told me this before i even sat down. so we're reading Jomeo and Ruliet and i'm looking around for my phone. can't find it. awesome. i told the sub "i lost my phone. can i go see if my friend has it cuz i think she stole it from me." he says noo...but you can take the attendance sheet down there. I was like THANKYOUSOFUCKINGMUCHOMG thank you!!! so I go down 4 fucking floors [in the elevator, of course] and i get to the attendance office and there's some ghetto ass lady arguing about "she didn't tell me so blah blah blah" and then the attendance lady is like "we have to move on, we have 800 students blah blah bananas" then this kid I know was in there and we made small talk and i was just standing there like a dork waiting for their little fight to end and he's like if you want you can leave it with me and i can give it to her. i was like "THANK YOU! :D" I go to the front desk and I'm like i lost my phone and she has the little headset on and she talks to someone and she tells em what my phone likes and shit and she's like go to D201. That's kinda like our death sentence at school. UGH! I had to go there yesterday and worstprincipal was in there :( hah, i just realized i'm a badass. I've been to D201 twice this week and it's only Wednesday. Wanna try for 9?! Anyways, so i go and she's like "did you lose the phone" and I was like yea and she's like "well where's your ID and I'm like "in my classroom" "well you need to put it on so i can tell who you are" blehgg. i have to go up some 2 flights of stairs and get it and come back down and miss class. i get the ID and go back to the office and Principal: so you lost your phone Adriana: [haha no i just wanna to see how you were doing, yes you bitch, i'm here for that] yah P: what does it look like? A: it's red and square and it flips up P: [asks some weird question] A: *blank stare then confused stare* huh? P: a contact in your phone says ___'s mom A: oh...Jaclyn? P: yeah..*reaches into desk* I don't have my mom's number under "mom" or for my dad either [for this exact reason] and she gave me the whole spiel about "the first thing i do when i find a lost phone is i call the parents to let them know." and...this is the part that freaked me out..."a custodian found it and turned it in. you're lucky." What are the chances that the custodian would turn it in? they get paid like 7 dollars an hour and they hate us because they have to clean up after our lazy asses. What are the chances that the principal gave it back to me and didn't give me any trouble?! I was like, someone got laid hah! AND what are the chances i would have a kick ass sub in fourth period?!?!?! seriously, bro. something/someone's trying to teach me a lesson and gave me all these...loopholes in my normal day so that i would get my way. lol and when i was walking away from the office [when i didn't have my ID] i said aloud because there was no one around "hah i have M's ID"
February nature: 24.02.10 (and lots of ranting)
February nature: 24.02.10 (and lots of ranting)
I missed my flight to San Francisco today. The metropolitan network website had "traffic normal" written all over it so at 7:00 I left home for my 10:40 flight, considering a usual 1,5h for travel-to-airport time... but nooooo, easy stuff is not for the people like me! Warning, warning! Ranting below! I successfully changed from RER A to B line and took the train for which the info said "stopping at all stations until and including the CDG airport", but when the train arrived to a fork the conductor announced that actually "we're going to a totally different destination - Mitry-Claye. Everyone rushed out of the train, but the conductor continued with "anyway you have to go to Mitry-Claye to reach CDG, because the direct line is closed today" and everyone rushed back in (but many were left on the platform and some were separated because the doors closed a bit too fast). And so we went to Mitry and there were oceans of people waiting for buses and women were crying, men were shouting and everyone was arguing. People rushed like crazy to the arriving buses, and many were falling down and I believe were bruised. But the most disturbing part that SNCF or RATP staff (I abandoned all hopes to understand where one ends and where starts the other) didn't actually care. I asked a guy in orange vest to organize some kind of a waiting line, but he was a student doing his part-time job of "orienting people" so he couldn't help me (he was a cool guy by the way, cheers if you're reading this!). There was also a woman who, according to the orange guy was in charge, but she said she was not and she wasn't of much help either. After wasting enough time and failing to catch a 6th bus I said to myself that radical measures have to be taken. I went straight to the police and requested their help. Here's our conversation: Me: "Hello guys, couldn't you please do something about it? We really need to organize some kind of a waiting line so that there's no rushing... people are getting hurt there!" Policeman: "I cannot do anything here." Me: "How come? You are the order enforcement people!" Policeman: "So what am I supposed to do?" Me: "Well... I guess - enforce the order?" Policeman: "This is not my responsibility here." Deceiving, no?.. But nevermind, life suxx goes on, I finally managed to get into a bus, which, well of course!, didn't go exactly to the destination I needed (it went to terminal 3, while I needed to be in 2) so I had to take an automated train to get there. And of course it was overcrowded and I couldn't fit in with my luggage, but there was another very nice guy who grabbed my bag, placed it on top of his own bag and so I had some space to fit myself in (whoever you are - thanks!). And then I was running through the hall and pushed my passport into that automatic "Express registration" machine. "Error, please talk to the staff." it said. I typed in the e-ticket number, validated, but got the same message. Aaargh!! Waited in a line another 5-10 minutes to get to a lovely lady, who asked: The Lady: "Where are you going? :)" Me: "San Francisco... at least I hope that I'm still going there. :(" The Lady: "Are you being late?" Me: "Yes!", and she looked at my electronic ticket. The Lady: "Oh... well, you missed you plane. It's in 20 minutes, but they won't let any more passengers on board." Me: "Thanks..." The Lady: "Sorry..." And then I had to take the same route back home and drink 2 large bowls of coffee to chase away my headache (low blood pressure I suppose). Veeeery disappointed! Why do these things happen to me? :( Now, tomorrow is going to be even more fun! My boss got me another ticket, but here's the trick: 1) tomorrow there's gonna be the same bus story; 2) according to the airline directions I have to be at the registration desk three(!) hours in advance; 3) the fight goes through Chicago. So let's summarize: 3h (home-airport) + 3h (waiting and going through security) + 10h flight to Chicago + 2h waiting + 4h flying to SF + another hour or two going through "Homeland Security" or whatever it is and getting to the hotel. That's exactly 24 hours of pure fun to experience! Off to sleep now.

crazy lady misses flight
crazy lady misses flight
The Crazy Old Lady in the Attic
Novelette (15k words) Psychological horror. - The townhouses on serene, elegant Beacon Hill in Boston are some of the most lavish and expensive in the country. When Stan and Mattie take up residence in the dark and crumbling five-story house that Mattie grew up in, and has just inherited from her grandmother, their plans are to clean it out, fix it up, sell it, and return to their quiet life on Cape Cod. Mattie is overwhelmed by the gowns, furs and jewels in GrammyLou's bedroom. Stan is amazed by the fifth-floor ballroom which has been locked up since the night of Mattie's father's thirtieth birthday party -- the party that ended in the car wreck that killed both of her parents. Now, as they set about sifting through GrammyLou's endless possessions they find mysterious things: a closet full of still-wrapped presents, a marked passage in her grandfather's Bible, and a secret drawer with disturbing content. Mattie soon learns that her entire life has been built on a foundation of lies... that she was raised in a house of horror, by a monster.

Novelette (15k words) Psychological horror. - The townhouses on serene, elegant Beacon Hill in Boston are some of the most lavish and expensive in the country. When Stan and Mattie take up residence in the dark and crumbling five-story house that Mattie grew up in, and has just inherited from her grandmother, their plans are to clean it out, fix it up, sell it, and return to their quiet life on Cape Cod. Mattie is overwhelmed by the gowns, furs and jewels in GrammyLou's bedroom. Stan is amazed by the fifth-floor ballroom which has been locked up since the night of Mattie's father's thirtieth birthday party -- the party that ended in the car wreck that killed both of her parents. Now, as they set about sifting through GrammyLou's endless possessions they find mysterious things: a closet full of still-wrapped presents, a marked passage in her grandfather's Bible, and a secret drawer with disturbing content. Mattie soon learns that her entire life has been built on a foundation of lies... that she was raised in a house of horror, by a monster.

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