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I've told you all how much of a book ho I am. Pretty much all my disposable income goes towards books.

I have a carousel FULL of books. A bookshelf that's three deep and two up full of books. Baskets of books all over the house. I even have some in my "linen" closet. As one of my ex-bosses used to tell people, I pretty much have boxes on every flat surface in my house.

I get most of my books through amazon.com. Seriously, I pay someone's salary over there - but I digress.

Anyway, at work we can earn gift cards up to $75 every quarter by being safe. I spend mine on books (at amazon.com). So a couple of weeks ago I got online and ordered $75 worth of books - most of which were pre-orders (I've never done that before but I LOVE the idea that for the next few months, books will just be showing up out of the blue :-) ).

Then, I realized that I'm about to receive a $25 amazon gift card (my credit card gives me "points" towards getting the gift cards) in a few days. The $25 will go towards books, of course. So, I was online looking for books I wanted to put in my "cart" so that I would be good to go when the gift card came in and this one was recommended for me by amazon...

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a huge fan of Julia Quinn's. LOVE her books. But this is a translated book - ie NOT in English.

What is amazon saying? I mean, I realize they base their recommendations based on past purchases and what you've "viewed" but trust me when I say that I haven't been buying or looking at non-English books because I only speak/read English and sign language (and I'm pretty sure books aren't out in sign language). So, is what amazon is saying is that I've read all the books written in English? That if I want to read something "new" I have to go to translated books?

If that's the case, I'm going to need to stock up on the English to "other language" books! :-)

New Favorite Book

Sophie Kinsella has a knack for creating quirky characters that you love. And TWENTIES GIRL is no different.

For me it is kind of a cross between IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE and BRIDGET JONES' DIARY.

Lara Lington hears a not-so still small voice in her ear at her great aunt Sadie's funeral. The problem is, the voice is coming from great aunt Sadie's ghost! Sadie wants the funeral stopped until they can locate her favorite necklace and she won't let up on Lara until she successfully stops the funeral. With no warning and no time to come up with a better plan to stop/postpone the funeral, Lara declares that her dear old great aunt (who was 105 at the time of her death) did not die of natural causes, but was in fact murdered. When pressed for specifics, she's hard pressed to come up with details, particularly considering she never really met her great aunt Sadie but the word "murder" was enough to delay the funeral.

As if dealing with the fallout of the declaration of the supposed murder isn't enough, Lara is also dealing with a floundering business and the end of her latest relationship - not to mention her meddlesome aunt's ghost. And in typical Kinsella style, it is hysterical.

As the story unfolds, the relationship between Lara and Sadie grows. Yes, there is a romance thrown in for good measure but, for me, the heart of the story lies with Lara and Sadie.

TWENTIES GIRL is about values, family and leaving your mark on the world - whether you realize you've done so or not. It's a touching, feel good story that had me laughing hysterically (thankfully I read it at home!) and getting emotional about the characters. Not only is it my favorite Kinsella book to date, it is quite possibly my favorite book of all time.

I highly recommend it.

Another something new

Did I mention that I joined the gym while I was on vacation a few weeks ago? Yeah. Not only did I join the gym, I signed up for trainer training. I wanted a few sessions where someone tells me what machines to use (or what weights to use) and how to do the "exercise" properly so that I can lose weight, firm up and gain upper body strength. I signed up for three sessions with the option to get more later - for a fee of course. He asked that I go to the gym at least three times before I met with him.

That meant that I couldn't meet with him on our originally scheduled time last week - I hadn't gone at all.

But this week I was better. I went to kickboxing on Monday. It was different than I expected it to be but it was definitely a good workout.

Tuesday was a spin class. It was my first one ever. It was a good workout but OMG my legs are STILL sore!!! And you know how when you get off the bike you're usually straddling it for a minute and then you swing one leg over the peddle area to "dismount"? Well, when I was in the straddle position the thought that went through my head was "I don't think I can lift my leg over that." Then later when I got home, I heard Harley bark outside and heard a noise that could have been some poor critter getting injured and as I "jumped" out of my chair to try to save it, I realized that if its survival depended on my ability to move quickly and stop my dog from injuring it, it was in sad shape. Seriously bad shape. I could barely move. Fortunately Harley came in almost immediately and he wasn't carrying any creatures in his mouth so I think it was just a false alarm (I hope!).

Wednesday we (a lady at work has been going with me. she lives in Tennessee and has been working with us this summer but she's going back in a couple of weeks so I'm losing my workout buddy) had planned to do the step aerobics but when I told her I was too sore, she confessed she was too, so we went to a resistance training class instead.

That's where we met the nazi instructor from hell. She would show us what to do and then stand over us and yell at us if we weren't doing it EXACTLY how she showed us. I'm not even kidding. She was very rude and offensive. Very unprofessional. And it was all made worse because SHE wasn't even doing the exercises herself! Totally ticked me off. My friend felt the same way and another lady flat out told her she was a bitch and walked out of the class. Okay, so she did come back but she also told me she didn't like the instructor.

We were going to to Yoga last night but we didn't for two reasons: 1) my friend had another commitment and 2) nazi instructor was subbing for the regular yoga instructor. So I gave my body the day off.

But, I had been three times in the week so I was able to meet with my trainer. Now, remember, all I want to do is learn how to work the machines properly - the ones that will best help me reach my goal - that's it. And I'm fine with paying a professional to do it. He has me fill out a form and starts asking me some questions. He uses some thing to "pinch" my fat and then tells me he needs to weigh me.

Uh, that's not happening! And I let him know that. I haven't been letting my doctor weigh me but I'm going to let someone at a gym do it? Don't think so. So, what does he do? He says I have to give him a number...of my weight. Uh, hon, if I was going to TELL YOU my weight, I would have just let you weigh me. We'll pass on that option too. Then he wanted to take my measurements. Like I was going to go there? That'd be a no!

Now, for those that might think I needed to let him weigh and measure me I have this to say...it's not important to me if they think I'm making adequate progress. It's only important if I think I'm making adequate progress. I'm not doing this for them - I'm doing it for me. For me, that's the bottom line. Their opinion doesn't really matter to me - only mine does.

But anyway, then he had me do some squats so he could evaluate some things about my body? I'm not sure. I made sure he understood that I didn't quite have full function/control over my legs yet and he supposedly took that into consideration.

We did a couple of machines (so he could note some more things about me) and then we went back so he could ask me how many reps/how much weight/etc. I wanted to do. Um, yes I'm a trainer virgin but I thought that was your job to know? I basically told him that too - only a little nicer (I think).

He tried to plant the seed that I would need more sessions with him than the three I signed up for and ultimately I might get more but again, it will be because I want to, not because I'm being pressured to.

Overall, it's all been a decent experience. The one real stand out BAD experience was the nazi instructor but then, I don't have to take her classes if I don't want to. :)

And then there were two

Have you been watching The Bachelorette this season? Is it just me or does it seem like each season the producers want to just up the drama?

I haven't been deleting the episodes after I watch them but because my DVR is almost full and because the season is almost over, I have been re-watching all of this season's shows this weekend.

First let me say, I can't believe Stephen got let go on week one. He was so cute and funny. Mark made it to week seven I think and you know what? I didn't even remember him from the show!

But I digress.

In week two the guys had to vote for who they wanted off the show. I clearly remember being disappointed that they couldn't vote for Wes because he already had a rose. Re-watching this weekend I didn't feel the same (intense) animosity towards him. Maybe it's because I know he was finally found out and booted from the show. I just know that watching it again, I was surprised that he'd evoked such a strong (negative) reaction so early.

I fell in love with Jake and Kiptyn all over again. I was a bit disappointed in Jake for coming back and telling on Wes. Not that I didn't want Wes discovered and sent home, but you know, I'm not really sure what the problem was. Maybe I thought he should have come forward sooner, I don't know. Definitely made Wes look doubly bad though. Yet, Jillian kept him.

And Ed? OMG, she let him come back??? I told my friend (the one that got me hooked on the show) that if it was me, I wouldn't have let Ed come back. I understand why he did what he did but he made his choice and she'd likely be abandoned again by him. Not to mention that Michael was as cute as can be and he got the boot so he could stay. Didn't care for that. (Michael call me!)

Wes finally screwed up and admitted to having a girlfriend and finally got the boot. Jillian had the overnight dates and Ed was "unable to perform" and yet, she still kept him - over Reid. Seriously, what's up with that?

The previews suggest that one of the departed guys comes back and proposes. My friend and I suspect it's Reid but it could also be Michael - or even Jake maybe? I seriously doubt it would be Wes, who for the record, never denied having a girlfriend. No, he would just say, I can't believe you're asking this again sort of thing. A non-answer.

Anyway, so, it's down to two - Ed and Kiptyn. As I said, Kiptyn was an early front runner in my book and I'd love to see him get the final rose. Ed, not so much. I liked Ed and all but he ditched her once and I think it was the work of the producers that got him back more than him wanting to come back. After all, they had to be involved for him to know where she was - and in what room.

Tomorrow The Men Tell All airs. My friend and I have a little bet (if you can call something that has no pay off if you "win" a bet) on whether Wes will show up. She says no because he made such a fool of himself and was outted as having a girlfriend. I say he will show up because he was quite proud of making it to the final four WITH a girlfriend. Not to mention I don't think he'll pass up another opportunity to promote his CD.

In any event, I can say that watching the show when you know the outcome (at least to this point anyway) is a lot less stressful than the first time through. I got so aggravated with her for making such stupid choices the first time through. The second time through, not so much. And Tanner P and his foot fetish? Creepy the first time through - comical the second time through. But all of it, drama packed, don't you think?

So, what do you think? Will Kiptyn or Ed get the final rose? Who will show up and get down on bended knee to propose? And, will Wes show up for tomorrow's tell all?

Inquiring minds want to know. :o)

Your Secret is Safe with Me

I had lunch with SCG today. We were supposed to meet up tomorrow but this morning he sent me a text message, asking if we could go today instead.

Rather than text him back, I called him and gave him a bad time about changing dates on me (particularly since he's the one that set the date to begin with). Then, we started talking about our vacations (we were both off last week and I'm still off this week). We told each other what we'd been doing and after a while, we set a time that I'd come pick him up and hung up.

Two hours later I pulled into his parking lot and he was waiting out front. We were going to his favorite pizza place about 23 miles away and when we do that, lunch is never less than 2 hours long.

And we'd already covered everything we were going to talk about when I called to confirm lunch!

So, for the next two hours I started a lot of sentences with: "I probably shouldn't tell you this but..." I guess what I'm saying is that I am usually pretty good about keeping secrets but, if you've told me a secret well, ever, there's a good possibility that SCG now knows it too. That's not going to be a problem, is it?!? :o)

Contest

Everyone who knows me knows that I'm a book ho. There isn't much I wouldn't do for books. The list is pretty short. For example, I won't promote an author I don't like and I won't promote a book I don't like, even if I do like the author.

Which makes a particular contest really easy for me. You see, Eileen Cook is running a contest for a $75 gift card to the book store of your choice (details here). And, if you've been paying attention, I like Eileen's books - including What Would Emma Do?

I interviewed Eileen here. I believe I'd sent Eileen the questions before I'd actually read What Would Emma Do? But, I'd read Unpredictable and loved it, so I was excited about spotlighting Eileen on my blog. In fact, I even blogged about Unpredictable here. (It should be noted that promoting Unpredictable wasn't a part of the contest - just a bonus here because I really, really liked it!) By the time I posted the blog post, I'd read What Would Emma Do? and loved it!

Shortly thereafter What Would Emma Do? was listed in my top 9 favorite books of 2008 (Unpredictable also made the list but again, it's not part of the contest so consider this another bonus thing :o) ).

And then, not long ago, I saw that Eileen has another book coming out. . . The cover is absolutely awesome and I cannot wait for it to hit the shelves!!!

But back to What Would Emma Do? So in this contest we have to promote the book and well, I know of no other way than to tell you that I've personally read it and highly recommend it. And, if you go for that bonus kind of thing and you're ordering What Would Emma Do?, do yourself a favor and order Unpredictable too. I promise you won't be disappointed. :o)

Good Dog

I live in a relatively small town and every Friday I have a paper delivered to my house. I don't subscribe to the paper - and it's a daily paper, by the way - but on Friday's they deliver the paper to everyone. Why, I have no idea.

But, what that means is that every Friday morning, as I pull my car out of my driveway, I see the morning paper in the driveway. Then, every Friday evening, I pick it up as I retrieve my mail and dump it in the trash can in the garage so that I can haul it out on Monday morning.

Every Friday.

Well, this morning I was pulling out my car and sure enough, the paper was there like it always is. But, down the street I saw a suspicious looking dog. No, really, he was suspicious looking! It looked like he had something in his mouth but I couldn't tell what it was. He was watching me as my car approached the house he was in front of. His head was down but his eyes were following me, as if if he would do that, I wouldn't catch on to what he was doing.

Then I saw it, he had a neighbor's paper in his mouth! And as I pulled up along side him, he darted off into his backyard with the paper. The paper had come from his neighbor's driveway.

It struck me as funny and you know what makes it even funnier? There wasn't a single driveway (mine included) with a newspaper on it when I got home this evening.

I can only imagine how many newspapers are lined up in my neighbor's backyard. LOL

What happens when you ignore your email

Back when Hurricane Katrina did its damage, one of the facilities of my company was destroyed and for a long while there were pleas out to the employees of that facility to check in and let someone know they were okay. I remember there were several employees that went unheard from for a long time - to be honest, I don't know if they were ever heard from.

So, in an effort to avoid that type of situation again, my company implemented this emergency program wherein you have to call in to a specific number and "retrieve" messages and let someone know you were safe - or not. And every year they "test" that system to be sure it still works. They do this at the beginning of hurricane season - which is currently underway. (It was utilized last year when Ike hit this area as well.)

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago we all received an email asking us to confirm/update our emergency contacts (since Katrina it is required that we have at least one emergency contact in our profile, not our home number). It directed us to list our cell number first, since it would likely be on us if we "fled" town. Well, I refuse to give my cell number as a contact number and just confirmed that my step-father was still listed in the system. Check that task off my "to do" list.

Once the deadline for that had passed, we received another email telling us to test the feature ourselves by calling in to the designated number on June 18 - this past Thursday. Well, I'm getting ready to take two weeks off and I haven't participated in this exercise in the past so I decided to let it slide this year as well.

Then last night I received a phone call from my step-father. We typically communicate via email so I was a bit surprised to see that he was calling me. First words out of his mouth were "Are you alright????"

Me: Um, yeah. Why? What's going on?

To make a long story short, when I hadn't called in to the designated number as instructed, my step-father, as my emergency contact, was contacted! He said he was told it was a "test" but he was told that they were trying reach me to be sure I was okay!

Oy vey!

He said he figured I was okay but since my company had called him saying those things, he just wanted to be sure.

Oops!

Next year I'll do what I'm told. lol

This is how I want to do it

About online dating...it's not working for me. And I know why it's not working - for one thing, my heart's not in it. Readers of my blog and a few (very few) select friends know I've tried online dating. I know it's like the new way to meet people but I'm really not comfortable with the concept and deep down I've felt like if I did meet someone that way, I'd never want to admit that to the people who didn't know how we met - which is the mass majority of people. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with online dating if you want to do that - the problem is with me and I know that too.

Another reason it's not working for me is because I don't post pictures. I know men are very visual beings and with that whole "don't want people to know" thing working against me, I haven't been able to bring myself to post pictures. For a lot of men, that's a deal breaker - which is fine. But, here's the deal, I've been a paid member on two services and created a profile on a third (they still send you matches but you can't communicate with them). All three of the services have matched me with men I know. Yes, I know that that means they're signed up too but it still makes me uncomfortable and if they found out I had subscribed (I'm no longer a subscriber to any online service) to these services, I'd want it to be because I chose to tell them - not because they recognized my picture. Stupid? Yes, absolutely, but it's still how I feel.

But anyway, back when I was married, I tried to talk my then husband into taking ballroom dance classes with me but he refused. Shortly after we separated I started taking country western dance classes by myself. Then in 2000, I took swing and country western dancing with my nephew. And with Dancing with the Stars, it's really brought back the desire to take dancing classes. So anyway, a couple of weeks ago I pulled up Jessica Trapp's website and was looking around and was reminded that she belly dances (she's such a neat lady and so interesting!!!). Next thing I know, I'm googling "belly dancing classes Houston". I came across Dance Passion, a place that teaches not only Belly Dancing but also salsa, swing, country western, ballroom, hip hop and more. For me, I want group classes because private lessons are obscenely expensive and this school has group classes.

To make a long story short, a new session of classes started this week. I was interested in ballroom, salsa and belly dancing. The ballroom classes started on Monday but I was exhausted after work and couldn't bring myself to make the trek across town (no place near me offers classes - this place is 35 miles one way) for the class. I did, however, have the energy to go on Thursday for the belly dancing. It was immediately followed by the salsa class but I hadn't decided if I was going to do both. That is until I saw the big crowd waiting to get in to the salsa class. I figured if it was that popular, it had to be fun, so I signed up for it as well.

And here's where I get to the point of this post (yeah, I know, long way around)...they told us to find a partner. At the time I thought that would be the awkward part - the part where I felt like a loser because I didn't come with a partner. I didn't go look for anyone, instead, a tall, good-looking man approached me and asked me to be his partner. And for the next 30-45 minutes (before they made us start changing partners), he was my dance partner. He was nice. He was encouraging. And we had a good time.

But, the point is, we didn't have to fill out a 700 question compatibility thing or be compared on 29 points (or whatever it is) to find out we have something in common. We'd both signed up for the class of our own free will and without doing anything else, we know we have something in common. I like that - a lot. Is he going to be the next man in my life? Probably not. That's not the point. The point is, I don't have to do things that make me uncomfortable to meet people. If I just go out and do the things I like doing, I'm going to meet people with common interests without trying. All while having a good time to boot.

Bottom line, I think I'm done with the online dating thing. I know it works for a lot of people - and that's great - but it's not for me. I'd rather meet someone in a situation where we know off the bat that we have a common interest and see where that takes us. If it goes somewhere, great. If not, that's okay too. But in the meantime, I'm still having fun. And that's really what it's all about now, isn't it? :)

My boyfriend and his wife

The other day we had a luncheon at work in recognition of my upcoming service anniversary with the company. Technically it's supposed to be with people from your workgroup but, as much as I love my job and group, I really haven't connected with many people from my workgroup. So, I asked my boss if I could invite a few people outside of the group - and he said yes.

Which is how SCG got to be included in the guests. Well, if you've been following my blog, you know that mine and SCG's relationship has evolved over time. He's one of my favorite people and he's one of my closest friends now. And, if you've been following my blog, you also know he's married.

Now, when I talk about him to family members I always go, "My friend, SGC - you know, my married friend..." and then I proceed with the story. I have to do that so that they don't try to marry us off. I mean, not only is bigomy illegal, I don't share well.

Anyway, I don't expect to throw in that disclaimer when I'm dealing with non-family members - like work people. Yes, I talk about SCG a lot but not really any more than I do other friends of mine and SCG and I have discussed how people misinterpret our relationship and he basically said it was their problem, not ours and I've kind of taken up that torch and run with it myself since then.

But back to the lunch...I was actually more comfortable than usual at the event (I hate being the center of attention, which is why I wanted people I love and trust at the lunch with me) but my boss was making a mini-speech and he asked me what I'd ordered for my gift. Well, I haven't ordered it so he asked me what I was considering and the conversation went something like this...

Me: Well, there is a ring I'm looking at but I'd really like to see it in person rather than choosing it from a picture. There's also a crystal vase and bowl I was looking at. I was also considering a grill but I don't cook.

There were a few dazed looks and I realized that cooking has nothing to do with grilling so I felt a little uncomfortable and then followed it up with

Me: And he (pointing at SCG) doesn't grill.

SGC: No. No, I don't grill. I don't cook either.

Hmmm, can't imagine why people would think we were boyfriend and girlfriend from that! Particularly when he followed it up by making me tell a work story from before my time with this company - and one I wouldn't tell except to my close personal friends.

I spent the rest of the day repeating "No, he's really not by boyfriend! He's married!"

In any event, I had dinner last night with my "boyfriend" and his wife. I told her what had happened and she seemed to get a kick out of it. We left their house to go eat and she told me to sit up front and I said, "well of course I should sit up front with my boyfriend". We both laughed and I got in the back seat.

One of the things I really like about SCG though is, his love for his wife. It's obvious. I've never heard him speak disrespectfully of his wife. When he talks about things he wants to do (like hopping on a harley and traveling across country), he always wants to do them with Mrs SCG - always. When he is excited about something, he wants to share it with her. He makes time to spend time with just her - without the kids - on a regular basis. And they've been married 19 years. I don't know about you but I think that's pretty cool.

So, as far as faux boyfriends go, I could do a lot worse. :o)

The weekend

Numbers and I go way back. Back in junior high (we called it intermediate school here), I was in all the accelerated math classes. Same in high school. That is, until I got in to Trig in my junior. That's when numbers and I parted company. Sure, we run into each other from time to time but it's not the same. We just don't understand each other anymore.

Which causes a problem when I have to use numbers to count points when doing the Weight Watcher's (WW) program. For example, a few months back I discovered Stouffer's Cheddar Potato Bake. Have you had these before? I love them. I haven't followed WW for a while now but calculated them to be 6 points. Not bad, in the big scheme of things.

Well, I decided to go back to following WW and counting points last week and I picked up a couple of the CPB dinners. But, not 100% certain of the point value, I calculated it up Saturday when I was going to have one. Yep, 6 points. Then, when I decided to fix it up, I was pulling it out of the box and noticed something I'd never seen before. "Serves 2" Huh? What do they mean serves 2? That's when I checked the back and saw that it was 6 points per serving and that it had 2 servings in the box. So not good. When you get 21 points in a day, you don't want 12 of them going to a small portion of potatoes that someone thought was enough for two people.

This was followed yesterday by discovering that my 6 point peanut butter toast was actually 9 points! I also discovered that a serving of bread was one slice, so forget any sandwiches. And yet, for some reason, I'm not losing any weight. Go figure.

But, in other news, I got my hair cut Friday. Here's the deal...I got my hair cut New Year's Eve last year. I went in and told the person (this was a different salon - across town) I wanted my hair cut. I wanted a long layer at the bottom of my hair and I wanted to get bangs cut (I haven't worn bangs in a couple of years). She went wacking away at my hair and I came out with something totally different than what I'd asked for but it was actually very cute. I liked it a lot. I got more compliments on this haircut than any other I can ever remember. So, I was a little nervous when, six weeks later, I went to my usual spot and got my hair cut. The lady asked if I wanted the same hair cut and I said yes and away she went. She actually did a good job - I still liked it.

Then, another six weeks go by and I go to get my hair cut again. I got someone else, who looked vaguely familiar to me. I told her I wanted the exact same hair cut and she said okay and started wacking away on my hair. I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention until I realized she was using some sort of razor on my hair. And then I remember where I know her from...she's the crazy razor lady I blogged about here. I freaked out and our conversation went something like this:

Me: What are you doing?

Her: It's a razor.

Me: (the light going on as to where I know her from) Why are you using it on my hair?

Her: I only did one side.

She says this like it's not a big deal because she's only done one side - not like I should let her do the other side so they match. And if the the truth is known, I didn't let her do the other side. Sad thing is, the overall cut was so bad, I don't think anyone noticed the portion that had been razored.

Me: Did I ask you to use a razor on my hair?

Her: No.

Me: Then why did you?

Her: I only did one side.

Me: I asked you to give me the exact same hair cut I had! Why would you use a razor on my hair???

Her: I only did one side.

Me: Don't do anything else to my hair!

Her: Okay.

Me: I still need my eyebrows waxed.

Yes, she really did my eyebrows after that, so I deserved what I got there.

Anyway, I went Friday to get my hair cut/fixed at the same place. I got the person who had cut it the second time and had done a good job. She asked if I wanted the same cut and I said "not exactly. It got butchered the last time I got it cut so I need it fixed now." She said okay and as she cut, she pointed out where the last person had munked it up, as if it mattered at that point.

She cut things that shouldn't have been cut and after several days of playing with it, I realized why the cut looks familiar. Here is what my hair looks like.....

I only wish I was kidding!

How was your weekend?

Bunco Babes Tell All

My copy of Bunco Babes Tell All (BBTA) came in a couple of days ago. I had just started another book and kind of felt I should finish that book before I started a new one - even though I really, really wanted to read BBTA. I've really been looking forward to its release.

Anyway, I wanted to have it handy in case I finished the book I was reading so I took it with me to work along with the other book - you know, in case I read 250 pages over my lunch break and wanted to start something new. It also came with me when I'd take the other book into the bedroom, the living room or wherever I went. . . just in case.

Then I finished the other book last night. Finally! But left BBTA until this morning. I read the whole thing in two sittings. First one while I was taking a bath and the second sitting, once I got out. I probably would have finished it in the one sitting but there comes a time when you've just got to get out of the tub. :)

I loved it. It was smart. It was fun. I laughed and I cried (in a good way). It totally lived up to my expectations - and then some.

Can't wait for Bunco Babes Gone Wild comes out in November!

Most Expensive "Free Dog" ever :)

I have three dogs - Max, Harley and Brewsky. For my post labels, I only have one named for Harley and I realize that's because he's a bit "special" (bless his heart).

For those that don't know, Harley showed up in my house one day after work (the benefits of a doggy door). I tried to find his owner and discovered that he was a bit of a gypsy dog and decided to give this gypsy a real home.

I love this dog dearly but he is a bit "unique". For one thing, he sees the vet more than any other dog I've ever had. We go every 4 - 6 weeks for allergy shots. Before we realized he had allergies, the poor dog was being treated for mange, getting a shot every two weeks, followed by taking an oral medication that he hated. He limps a lot so he has to take a pill for his muscles/bones (it smells like skunk and I have to force it down his throat...meanwhile, Brewsky will gobble them up if given a chance). Things like that.

Anyway, about a month ago, I took him (when I took Brewsky to get his annual shots) to get his allergy shot and noticed he had a bald spot on his back, about the size of a nickel. I asked the vet about it and he said he didn't think it was anything to worry about but to keep an eye on it - his hair should grow back. Well, not only did his hair NOT grow back, the spot grew to the size of a quarter and the skin turned black. Then, a couple of weeks ago, he got a second bald spot on his tummy. They didn't seem to really bother him so I wasn't overly concerned but I was going to take him to the vet on Saturday with Max because Max's shots were due so I was going to make one trip (my vet is 25+ miles away - one way) and kill two birds, so to speak.

Well, Wednesday night I came home and there was a place on Harley's back that the hair was laying funny so I decided to investigate. I was running my fingers over his back to try to see if there was some sort of injury on his back and as I pulled the hair back, a big clump of hair came off in my hand! I kind of freaked. Fortunately the vet's office hadn't closed yet (I wasn't going to be able to get him in that night but I would be able to talk to the vet) so I called them.

They said they didn't think it was an emergency but didn't think I should wait until Saturday. So, I took him (and Max) to the vet yesterday morning. Apparently it's some sort of skin infection. So I got MORE pills that I have to force feed him and an expensive medicated bath soap.

I do love him but he is pretty expensive...for a free dog. :)

On the bright side, I can sleep in Saturday now, since I don't have to get up to take the dogs to the vet.

What weekend plans do y'all have?

Getting back in shape

Last year I was moved to a very stressful job and gained, in three months, almost all the weight it took me a year to take off. Since then, I've done my best to maintain that weight - or so it would seem anyway.

Every time I bring up the weight gain to SCG he asks me when I last ran - because that worked out so well last time I tried it. So, a couple of weeks ago, I went to join the gym but apparently they won't sign you up if you go in on the weekend. I took that as my cue to stock my house with DVDs and stuff that would encourage me to exercise at home and forget the gym.

My Kickboxing, Hip Hop and Yoga DVDs were shipped today, according to the email I received this morning. But the stair stepper I bought came in on Friday.

Can someone tell me why the biggest workout you get is putting the dang thing together? Anyway, I put it together last night and am already up to 31 seconds (yes seconds!). Tomorrow I'm going to try to up it to at least 32 seconds. And hey, it's still 31 seconds more than I would have been doing, right?

But the best thing is, my copy of Bunco Babes Tell All was also shipped today! And, if you haven't already, you can scroll down to read an interview with the author, Maria Geraci. I'm so looking forward to reading it, I cannot tell you. I was wishing I had it to read this weekend.

That's all for now, I hope you're all having a great Mother's day.

Fashionably Late

Can one be fashionably late to their own party? Sorry I wasn't here Thursday as promised. I had an incredible burst of energy Wednesday after all my exams were over and then I crashed hard. But I'm here now. :)

Since Wednesday was final day, I took the day off to kind of relax because I didn't want to have worked all day and then have to take 6 hours worth of tests. Part of my "relaxation" technique/method/whatever you want to call it, was taking a long hot bath while reading some non-school related material...so I read a People magazine. There was an article in there titled "Caught on Catcam".

Have you heard about this? This couple clipped a camera their cat's collar and set it to snap photos every two minutes. THEN, they sold the prints for $275 a piece and made over $5000! Can you imagine? My dogs would probably only come back with dog and people crotch shot photos and who would buy those?

Does your pet have any special talents that could make money? Please share. :)

Oh, and if you haven't seen it already, scroll down and read the interview with author Maria Geraci!

Spotlight On: Maria Geraci

Okay, I'm going to start the party early because a friend of mine has a book coming out tomorrow and I want to be sure everyone has time to get a copy because there will be a test. You can pre-order it here or maybe you prefer here. Go on, we'll wait. :o)

Anyway, a little about Maria. I first met her in Reno at the RWAOL party. She was one of three people who made a point of introducing themselves to me and making me feel welcome. I really appreciated it. So, when I think of Reno, I think of Maria.

I also think of Maria every time I get on the elevators at work because they have a glass backing that faces outside. And, if that makes no sense, if you read this post (and comments), it will make a little more sense. :o)

But anyway, here's Maria.....

Tell us about your story.
Bunco Babes Tell All is about a group of women in north Florida who play Bunco. In case you’re not familiar with Bunco, think boy’s poker night, except substitute the cards with dice, the beer with frozen margaritas, and the cigar smoking with gossip. It’s the perfect backdrop, I think, for a light hearted women’s fiction novel. Kitty Burke, my main character, is the only Bunco Babe who’s still single. She’s a Realtor and wants to broker a huge land deal in order to buy her grandmother’s old house. But first, she has to butt heads with the town’s senior citizens watch group, The Gray Flamingos, her cougar-wanna-be mother, and the smarmy land developer who’s hired her. And of course, there’s a hunky, mysterious stranger who comes to town to add romance to the story.

What's a typical day like for you?
I work part-time as a labor and delivery nurse 2-3 nights a week, so if I’m working, then I’m sleeping! But when I’m not scheduled to work then I typically wake up, get the kids off to school, then mess around on the computer for a couple of hours, either writing or surfing the net trying to figure out how to promote my book. At some point in the day, I have to make dinner, do some laundry, etc… Plus I have a new puppy and she’s a lot of work! I try to take her for a walk every evening, then I catch up on some TV and visit with my husband. If I’m on deadline, though, everything that’s not essential comes to a stand still and I’m pretty much writing every second that’s available.

How long have you been writing? How many books did you write before you sold?
I started writing 7 years ago. I finished 2 manuscripts (both historicals) before I sold.

What was it like getting "the call"? Who was the first person you told?
Getting the call was strangely surreal. It was about 5pm on a Monday afternoon and I was sick as a dog and lying on the couch watching TV, waiting for my cold medicine to kick in. My agent called and the instant I saw her number on my caller ID I knew that I’d sold. I immediately began jumping up and down and screaming! It was an awesome moment. Then I called my husband, followed by my cps, and my family. By the time my husband got home from work I was asleep (that cough medicine had finally kicked in!) so oddly, we never got to do the champagne thing. We’ll have a big celebration though after my debut signing on May 9.

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
To stay true to your voice and to write what you love to read. You have to be your number one fan. If you don’t love your own work, then no one else will either.

Where do you get your story ideas? What inspires you?
My ideas come from everywhere- real live events, newspaper stories, and of course, my imagination (like my rear end, it’s pretty big!) I’m inspired most by a really good book that makes me laugh or cry or makes me feel a whole lot of emotion. I love reading a story and thinking "I want to make other people feel the way I feel now."

I know you were an AT finalist but how much of a role did contests play in your quest for publication?
I think finaling in contests can you give you a real mental boost, which in turn, brings your writing up a notch. For me, it gave me the confidence to query agents and publishers. When you see other people who have finaled getting published, you begin to think "I can do that too!"

What do you wish you'd known before you reached where you are now - and would it have made a difference in the steps you've taken to get there?
I wish I’d remembered how quickly time flies. Once I sold, I knew it was going to be 17 months till my first book came out. I thought I had lots of time to get everything done. Wrong! I only got my website up 3 months ago. In retrospect, I should have had that done 6 months before the book came out. But I try never to cry over spilled milk. What’s done is done, right?

Are you a plotter or a pantser?
A little of both. I start out with a very loose plot, then write and see what happens. My stories are very character driven, so at some point the characters literally take over the story. Then when the story is done, I have to take control back and edit and plot some more to make it all work.

I know you have written in more than one genre. What's it like to write in different genres? How do you transition between the them?
I began writing historicals, but I’m not writing them anymore. Historicals are my first love, but I think my voice lends itself better to contemporary romance.

What's next for Maria Geraci?
The second book in the series, Bunco Babes Gone Wild, comes out November 3. There’s a different protagonist, but all the characters from the first book are also featured. Hopefully, if the books do well, there will be more Bunco Babe books to follow!


Thanks for stopping by Maria! You can visit Maria on her website and blog. And if you haven't already (and why haven't you?!?!?) there's still time to order her book here and here. Get to it now!

Bad Blogger

Yes I know I've been a bad blogger. I've been trying to prioritize my time and between school and work, other things have fallen by the wayside. Like my social life, and my blogging. And the sad thing is, I feel like I'm failing at everything. I've been studying my tail off in my geology class and I'm still not doing well in there. The instructor keeps changing his mind on how he's going to calculate our grades and I'm beginning to worry that getting a B may be an optimistic dream. I'm currently working on accepting whatever grade I get in that class because I know I've done my best and that's all I can expect from myself. It's hard to accept, but I'm working on it.

But, in the meantime, I've missed some things in my personal life. For example, a couple of months ago I got an email from my online chapter, reminding me that it was time to renew my membership. At the time I thought "I have time" and did nothing. Next thing I knew, the deadline has passed (the whooshing sound and all) so I guess I'm not a member at the moment. I'm not unhappy with the chapter, I want to be a member - it's just that particular detail fell through the cracks with everything else going on. Never fear though, I'll be back when class is over (a week and a half from now - THANK GOD!!!). In fact, I think I'm going to have a blog party, complete with door prizes. So, feel free to stop by between now and a week from Wednesday but just know, come a week from Thursday, there'll be a party!

Until then...dig up your old party hats, invite your friends to stop by and come prepared to have a good time (no pressure on me or anything!!! lol).

The one with no specific topic

I love spring time. It's my favorite time of the year. Unfortunately though, between school and work, I've had no time to enjoy it yet this year. And it's not looking good for me to have any face time with it in the near future either. Seriously, even my long hot baths (my one indulgence - once a week) aren't unmolested as I've been taking class reading material in with me - instead of my gossip magazines or pleasure reading materials. And it's getting to me. But I've been wanting to blog about a number of things (it's amazing how active the imagination is when you really don't have time for it) but I just haven't had time. But I'm going to make time today anyway...regardless of the consequences.

So, has anyone seen the show "What Would You Do?"? It's on ABC and what they do is they set up situations and document how people react to them. I've watched the show a couple of times and they've really done some interesting pieces. But, the one I'm going to blog about today has to do with something near and dear to my heart...online dating. :o)

Here's the set up...they had a man and a woman set up dates with people they'd met online. The woman was drop dead gorgeous, about 5'5" tall with a good body. The man was also drop dead gorgeous and about 5'11", with a good body.

Those people really existed and were a part of the set up. But when the people came to meet their dates, the woman they met was 6'1". She wasn't unattractive but she was definitely not who the guys were expecting. The man, on the other hand was only 5'3" - and balding.

So, here's how it played out...It was really enlightening.

They had the faux date waiting when the women showed up first. The first woman was very pleasant to him. He said that he'd fudged his height and she said it didn't matter. He asked if she'd go out with him again and she said yes. Then, when the producers told her what was going on, she said she wouldn't go out with him again and had lied to be polite so's not to hurt his feelings.

The second girl came out and was also polite to him but they had the real guy come and sit next to her. She did a double take and then continued to talk to the faux date. Faux date got up for a minute and she turned to the real date and gave him her name and number. When the producers interviewed her afterwards, she also didn't want to hurt his feelings but wasn't going to pass up an opportunity with the real date.

The last girl was very upset and got up and left. The producers brought her back to discuss with her and she was still upset at the situation - if she said why, I can't remember.

Then they did the guys, which was very interesting.

Guy number one had his face pixeled out as he was bleeped out, yelling at everyone. The producers were going after him and he went so far as shoving the cameraman, as he continued to be bleeped.

Guy number two also had his face pixeled out, even though he never came into the bar. Instead, they showed him looking through the window and then call his date - who was in the back, receiving the call. Faux date pretended to be on the phone so he knew she was who he was meeting. He asked if she was in the bar and she said yes. He left and sent a text that said "Family emergency came up. Won't be able to make it. Sorry." Classy, don't you think?

Anyway, on to guy number three. Him and faux date really seemed to hit it off. To the point that when they brought in the real date, he did a double take but was content to continue his conversation with the faux date. Then, when the producers told him what was going on and why did he continue to talk to his faux date, he said because they really seemed to have a lot in common. After the producers were done with him, him and faux date continued to talk. Now, that's the kind of guy I want to meet! But I digress.

There was one more date, which was actually kind of funny. Like date number three, he talked with the faux date and they got on fine. Faux date excused herself for a minute and the bartender (who was in on it) started talking to him about his online date. The guy was saying that the picture he'd seen online was "smoking" and that that wasn't who he'd met but that, that's what you had to expect with online dating. Not too shabby. But here comes the funny part...The real date came up and introduced herself. He seemed a little shocked but started talking to her. Then they sent faux date back in. She played it well, like she'd been busted. Grabbed her stuff and darted quickly out of the bar. When the producers told him what was going on, he was cool with it and they ended up sending him out - sans cameras - with his real date.

So, what I got from all of this is that men really are visual creatures - at least for the most part. I mean, I already knew it but this really brought it home - particularly with the online dating thing. But anyway...


In other news, have you heard about the new reality show that's coming on on TVLand? It's called Cougar and is about older women wanting to date younger men. It was created by the same people who put on The Bachelor and, from my understanding, is formatted the same way. I'm having some computer issues so I'm not sure what all can be seen but you can find out more about the show here (http://www.tvland.com/prime/shows/cougar/season1/). :) (okay, can't do link embedding either...darned computer!!!) Should be interesting. :o)

Well, I think there was more I was going to share but whatever it was has left me.

So, what's new with you guys?

Heaven

The company I work for has these online auctions a couple of times a year to support specific charities and a few years ago one of the items up for auction was a massage. Since I love massages, I decided that I would place a bid on one - and I won. The place where I had to go to get the massage was across town but I figured that since it was for a good cause, I could deal with the long drive to and from the facility, right?

Well, I got the massage the Friday before Thanksgiving. I remember this because I was annoyed that the radio stations were already playing Christmas music. So, on my drive to get the massage, I was changing the radio stations quite a bit.

On the way home, not only was I listening to the Christmas music, I was singing along to the music. That's how good the massage was. And despite the fact that I have to drive across town, I haven't been to another massage therapist since.

That was several years ago and while I don't go nearly often enough, when I called earlier in the week to schedule an appointment, she thought it would be okay for me to come to her house to get the massage.

So, I drove out to her house this morning and as I drove through the neighborhood I calculated the houses to be about the same age as the houses in my neighborhood. Then I get to her street, all of the houses but one seem to fit the rest of the neighborhood. Yep, you guessed it, her house seemed a bit out of place because it was so nice.

Anyway, I pulled up in the driveway and walked up to the front door and I absolutely loved the way it was set up. She had a little wicker seat set up for her clients to sit on while they waited. On the table was this wonderfully smelling candle burning (I forgot to check or ask what kind it was). In the window is a sign that says "QUIET Massage in session".



Then, over in the corner was a cute little fountain for the calming waterfall effect.


It's all covered and seemed so perfect for her situation. I asked if they'd added that part of the porch on and she said that it was that way when they bought it. How cool is that?

And in other news, I figured out how to email myself pictures I've taken on my cell phone. It probably costs an arm and a leg, since that's not part of my program, but you know, I'm too relaxed to care at the moment. :)

Back in the Saddle Again

For some unknown reason I tend to get crushes on the most inappropriate men. Last year it was a married man. This year it's someone who is, quite literally, half my age. Aside from the fact there are just some things he may want to experience that I may not be able or want to, knowing that I had been married two years when he was born provides enough of an ick factor for me that I'm trying to divert my attention - much like I did last year - again.

Which is why I joined another online dating service a few weeks ago. I think it's a newer one and I don't know of anyone who has previously used this service. But, it's associated with a known service (that I had eliminated as a possible service I would use) that others I know have used - and loved.

Can someone please explain to me why I keep doing this to myself because I just don't get it. I also don't get some of the guys on there.

Like the one that says he has an "athletic/toned" body with pictures that show a beer gut plain as day.

Or the one whose picture is taken of him from the bridge of his nose up. Yes, there are other pictures of him in the profile but seriously, why include that one?

Then there's the one that says "I'm 55 but don't look it". Um, you're right, you don't...you look much, much older than that sorry to say.

There was one who "channeled" his deceased mother for the profile saying something like "I never know what to say on these profiles so I thought I'd 'interview' my mother for this one." And then proceeds to "ask" his mother questions and have her answer them - about him. I thought it was a little strange but decided to look at it as creative and humorous and I communicated with him for a little while. He became obsessive about communicating offline and pictures. So, when I sent him a link to see a picture of me, he closed the communication because he was suddenly "pursuing another relationship". Should've followed my first instinct on that one.

And in a "drapes don't match the carpet" kind of way, one listed himself as having red hair. Now, I guess you just have to take that on faith because, while I didn't see his "carpet", the man had no drapes, so to speak. Dude, you're bald! If you don't want people to know that up front, then don't post your picture!

Of course I still get the geographically undesirable matches with people in other states. The service has a drop down list of reasons you're closing a match, which they say they will use to better match you in the future. But let's start with the fact that I have that my matches must be within 25 miles (the shortest distance allowed on the site) and they're matching me with people in Louisiana - again. I marked "physical distance is too great" (120 miles away) as the reason I was closing the match. So what do they do? They match me with someone in Fort Worth, Texas because, I guess they think if they keep it in the state of Texas it's acceptable? Uh, excuse me but Fort Worth is roughly 285 miles away. If Lake Charles is too far away, why would Fort Worth be acceptable?

And lastly, there was a match with someone I think I know...again. I can't quite place him but I'm pretty sure I know him from somewhere else. I mentioned this to him and he said it could be from another site. I looked at the site he mentioned and I'm pretty sure that's not it. So, it's got me to thinking that the people they're thinking are the best matches for me are people I rejected in my past. And if I rejected them in the past, why would I want to be matched up with them now?

But the good news is, it's working at getting my mind off my totally inappropriate crush (heretofore to be known as TIC).

Spotlight on...Amanda Ashby

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm a huge fan of Amanda Ashby's. I absolutely loved her debut novel, You Had Me at Halo and have been anxiously waiting for the release of her latest book, Zombie Queen of Newbury High ever since.

I met her last summer when she made her first trip to the United States so that we could vacation together. (What? We were both in San Fransisco and it was my vacation!)

Anyway, Zombie Queen of Newbury High will be out in two days (March 5!!! I can't wait!!!). And in honor of that, Amanda has been having a party on her blog. She's had some great guests and some great giveaways and it's still going on. So, if you haven't already, stop by and say hello and who knows, maybe you'll will one of the great giveaways. :)

In the meantime, Amanda agreed to answer some questions for me and I have to say, I've read a few of her interviews lately and I've yet to read one that she didn't manage to work David Boreanaz into it...including this one. :)

With that, here she is...

Tell us about your story.
ZOMBIE QUEEN OF NEWBURY HIGH is the story of what happens when seventeen-year-old Mia Everett does a love spell on her date to help convince him not to dump her four days before prom. Instead, as these things are wont to do, instead of casting a love spell, she actually casts an ancient thing called Viral Zombaticus, or in another words, a zombie virus. Whoops. Even worse, because she was the one who did the spell, she is now the zombie queen – which isn’t a good thing – it just means that she’s at the top of the menu. And so she’s forced to work with zombie hunter hottie, Chase Miller to try and find a cure before her classmates and teachers all turn into the living dead and she gets turned into an all-you-can-eat buffet!

What's a typical day like for you?
I have two young children so the mornings are spent finding homework and getting them ready for school. Then I go for a quick jog and back home to the computer. I normally spend an hour doing essential Internet stuff like reading www.pinkisthenewblog.com before I get to work on my wip. Then I go and get the kids from school and don’t normally get back to the computer until about eight at night where I will either edit what I’ve written or catch up on any other things that need to be done. Well, in theory in anyway!!!!

How long have you been writing? How many books did you write before you sold?
I started seriously writing in 1999 and wrote about 13 completed manuscripts before finally selling my debut book YOU HAD ME AT HALO back in 2005. It then took another two years for it to hit the shelves and I spent that time working on my young adult projects. So as you can see I had a long apprenticeship but every thing I wrote helped lead me to where am I today so I can’t regret it any of it (okay, I can totally regret some of the Mills and Boons attempts I made because they were dreadful and I pity the poor editor who had to read them!)

What was it like getting "the call"? Who was the first person you told?
My call was actually an email from my agent! I was in the UK and she was in NY so it came through at about 8pm at night and basically she forwarded on the publishers offer (along with a few smiley faces and exclamation marks!). I actually went into complete and utter shock and I’m not sure how long it took before I called my husband in to show him. Then I spoke to my cps on the phone and then I started emailing my family a few hours later. I can honestly say that it was the most surreal moment of my life to have such a long held dream suddenly turned into reality!!!!

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
Of course there are all the standard pieces of advice like write lots, read lots etc. But I was actually talking to an aspiring writer on the weekend and one thing really stood out for me – that she had never sent anything out to a publisher or an agent. Huh? That makes no sense to me because if you don’t put stuff out there, then you will never be able to achieve your goals, so really my best advice is to submit, submit, submit.

Where do you get your story ideas? What inspires you?
I wish I knew! Often I just stumble across things that resonate with me. I’ve talked a lot about how my debut book was inspired by an imaginary conversation I had with my dead father on the day of his funeral. Obviously at the time the funeral wasn’t funny, but the idea of my dad being there and commenting on it all did amuse me and that was the basis of the story. With ZOMBIE QUEEN OF NEWBURY HIGH the idea actually came about because I think the word zombie is hilarious and I used to joke about writing a sort of B-grade zombie slasher story (I Was a Killer Zombie Bride). Anyway, even though I was joking, the idea of doing a zombie book just stuck. Another thing that often happens to me is that I see a traditional storyline and then I have fun trying to twist it and turn it around to see what I can come up with.


How much of a role did contests play in your quest for publication?
Not much. After my daughter was born (eight years ago now – ack!), I entered a competition with the RWNZ (Romance Writers of New Zealand) and I actually won. Then I entered another competition and I didn’t win – which, as I soon discovered, wasn’t nearly so much fun! At that point I decided the feedback I wanted wasn’t from contest judges but from editors and agents and that’s why I concentrated more on submitting stuff than entering contests. Of course I’m not saying that it would work for everyone, but it’s definitely what I felt more comfortable with.

What do you wish you'd known before you reached where you are now - and would it have made a difference in the steps you've taken to get there?
That just because you sell a book, you don’t automatically get to meet David Boreanaz. That was a major blow to me! But all joking aside, even though my published friends had told me that it actually gets harder once you sell, I absolutely did not believe them (after all, they’re fiction writers so they make stuff up all the time, right?). Unfortunately, this time they weren’t making it up and everything about my writing has become harder since I sold. However, I really think it’s one of those things you just have to learn as you because there isn’t really anything you can do to prepare yourself for it. Darn because I’m a big fan of do-over days!

Are you a plotter or a pantser?
Panster. With a capital panster. I try to plot, I really, really do and while I do have a loose outline of what might happen, about 90% of it is up in the air until I actually get there. Even then, I more often than not have to rewrite scenes over and over again until I can finally find the right one. It’s an exhausting process but despite all my best efforts, I’ve never quite managed to change it.


What's it like to write in two different genres? How do you transition between the two?
This is where I have to confess that there is no difference at all! Though in my defense, my first book actually started life as a young adult book and the publisher asked me to turn it into women’s fiction, so I think my voice naturally lies down the younger end of the scale. Also, while I love having romance in my stories I don’t tend to ever turn up the heat. In fact half the time the poor things don’t get much more than a kiss at the end!!!



You can visit Amanda at her website - and who knows, if you send her an email, maybe she'll vacation with you next year. It worked for me. ;)

And then there were two

Have you been watching the Bachelor this season? Last season's cast off, Jason Mesnick, is this season's bachelor. He's the single father who won everyone's - except Deanna's - heart last year. He's back to find the woman of his dreams.

Now, I have to remind you all that I'd never watched the Bachelor before Deanna's season. I saw the last five minutes of her season when she was rejected by Brad and this was how (and why) my friend was able to convince me to watch the Bachelorette.

And, although Jason was an early favorite of mine last season, he lost some points by being reluctant to mention his child to Deanna. I mean, Ty is supposedly the most important thing in the world to Jason but he let her potential negative reaction keep him from mentioning it for several weeks. That was a problem for me. I mean, I still liked him a lot and thought he deserved to be in the final two but it weighed heavily enough that I was a Jesse girl. In the end, Deanna was too - well, at least for the public, she's since given up on him.

Anyway, I liked Jason enough that I was willing to spend another season watching him try to find true love. On the first night I sent an email to my good friend (the one who got me to watch) and told her what my initial reaction was to the ladies, just from their meeting Jason outside the limo. I said I thought Shelby would be the winner. And for those of you wondering who the heck Shelby is, she was eliminated that first night. Goes to show what I know. lol

I did, however, send a second email that evening, after the rose ceremony, telling my friend who I thought would be in the top three. I said, Melissa (score!), Megan (really? I liked Megan? Well, at least I'm over it now!) and the "Brazilian girl" (Raquel, I think). Okay, so I'm not that great at predicting - at least I'm not charging for this, right?


Well, tomorrow is the finale and we find out who he selected. There's been talk and rumors about it but no one really knows. I've saved all the shows because I had planned to go back when it was all over and see if I could see the real thing developing - or if they deliberately edited to mislead. My friend knows this and has asked me a couple of times to go back and look at things.

So, here are some things that I've discovered to have been misleading...

My friend wanted me to go back and look at the previews and see who all was still there when Deanna showed up. Well, they showed the ladies at the pool saying "where is she?" and the like and looking up - as if they were looking into the window where Deanna and Jason were. They showed Shannon saying "I cried over Deanna" (or something to that effect). She has been gone a couple of weeks and Deanna hasn't shown up yet...she was talking about the previous season.

You see the hands of whoever Jason proposes to...they have what appears to be a french manicure. She also has on a pinky ring. I saw a youtube thing that someone posted after the first night and he was predicting Melissa as the winner because of the pinky ring. Also, at the last rose ceremony, Molly had on red nail polish and Melissa had, what appeared to be, a french manicure. Seems like a lock, right?

Well, on The Women Tell All edition last week, they showed more previews for the final show. It shows Molly giving herself a french manicure and wearing a pinky ring. So, I'm back to square one and have no idea who he's going with.

I have, however, seen Jason on interviews. This past week he was on the View and they said the rumor was that he proposed to Melissa and immediately regretted it and that that has something to do with him hanging over the balcony crying his eyes out. He neither confirmed or denied the rumor.

They've said the after the final rose episode is done without an audience, due to the potential drama. Someone pointed out that it could be that they didn't want to traumatize Ty, who would probably be there. That makes sense so I'm going on that assumption at the moment.

But as for the final two, I'm still rooting for Melissa. I think she is the most genuine and seems to be the best fit for Ty. She's sweet and pretty. I'm just hoping that her family's lack of participation didn't hurt her.

As for Molly, there's something about her I don't like. She doesn't seem to be genuine to me. She seems in it to win it, rather than to be truly falling in love. She also seemed, to me, to be trying to undermine the others' confidence. She came back from a date with Jason and said that Natalie had named names of trouble makers. Not only did he not say that, Natalie hadn't named names so she created some drama for some unknown reason. She also made a point of letting everyone know she spent the night with Jason and "got very little sleep" leading people to believe they'd slept together when, if you believe Jason, they didn't (and considering he refuses to discuss whether or not he slept with them on the overnight dates, I believe him on that). I will be very disappointed if Jason goes with Molly. In fact, I don't think I'll watch again if he does...Well...until next season anyway. ;)

What about you? Are you watching this season? Who do you think Jason should/will pick - and why?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Amanda Ashby's Blog Party

Well, I'm a little late to the party but I am making a showing. Amanda Ashby is having a blog party to promote her release of Zombie Queen of Newbury High. And, in case you live in a cave and this is your first time visiting my blog, I'm a huge fan of Amanda's (she was my official stalkee in San Francisco). Her novel, You Had Me at Halo is one of my top three all time favorite books (as noted by its being spotlighted in my sidebar...eta I just looked and somewhere along the way, I lost the pictures of my favorites...note to self - fix that!!) and I am really looking forward to the release of Zombie Queen.

Anyway, at the blog party, Amanda has a number of guest bloggers who are giving away great prizes so stop by her blog and join the fun. Oh, and feel free to pre-order Zombie here or order Halo here.

For more details on the blog party, sit back, relax and watch...

I never get sick

Okay, I can't really say I never get sick but I hardly ever get sick. Yet, this year - already - I've been down for the count, twice now.

A couple of weeks ago I had my first migraine in a good five years and missed 2-1/2 days of work. And now I, apparently, have the flu. I woke up yesterday not feeling all that great but I didn't really think it was going to kick my butt like it has. By yesterday afternoon I was running close to a 102 temperature. I took my last prescription strength motrin pill about 5:00 last night but the fever didn't start breaking until around 8:00.

Woke up this morning with a fever and sent an email to my bosses and co-worker saying I wouldn't be in this morning but after I went to the doctor I might be in - depending on what she said. Well, I called the doctor at 9:00 a.m. (when they open) and said I needed an appointment. I was told they had an opening at 2:45 this afternoon. I really wanted to get in earlier than that and asked if that was the earliest appointment they had - she said yes. So I said I would take it. About 30 minutes later I got a phone call saying that the doctor wouldn't be in this afternoon so they would have to reschedule for the morning or some other day.

Hmmm...did she mean this morning? The one where there was no opening? I asked if she meant this morning and she said, "Can you come in this morning?" as if I was the one asking for an afternoon appointment. I said I could and she said she could see me at 11:00. Why that wasn't offered to me when I called in, I don't know but I got in then anyway so I guess all was good.

I made the decision not to shower before I went in to see the doctor because - without fail - when I do, I start sweating like a pig right after I get out of the shower and end up stinking when I get to the doctor's office and having a normal temperature. I always feel like they think I'm a hypochondriac because of that. Anyway, so I went in without the shower. I had a 102.2 temperature and was diagnosed with the flu.

She prescribed four medications. One I have to take in the morning. One I take before I go to bed. One I take twice a day and one I take three times a day. Guess she wants to keep my brain active (and alert?) while I'm sick? ;)

How's everyone else doing?

More Random Stuff

I was leaving the office today and somehow realized I was heading towards the stairs. I never do that. I know I should, but I don't. Anyway, I headed down the stairs and went down two flights of stairs and came out. I headed around the corner towards the exit, only it wasn't there. And then it dawned on me...I started out on the fourth floor, not the third!!!

That's actually why I saw a lady I work with on her way out. She was talking to someone when I came up on her and something was said about having to take her husband to a doctor that night - he was waiting on her. So, when we weren't done with all the talking we could've done when we reached the cars I kind of cut her off and told her I knew she needed to go, was she available for lunch tomorrow? She said she was, and then proceeded to tell me everything we would've discussed tomorrow at lunch. So now I have lunch plans for tomorrow with someone I'll have nothing to talk about with.

Which, is kind of what my ex-husband did again today. I had called on Monday because I was having a panic attack over the papers I completed (I answered every last question on the questionnaire!). It turns out that either my ex or I can go and read what everyone wrote - including each other. It isn't that I care if he knows what I put but it seemed kind of personal and initially I wanted to know if he was going to go read my stuff. I got his voicemail and said I had something I wanted to talk to him about. But, he never called me. It was kind of bothersome for me. I mean, I know it shouldn't have been but it was. So, today I decided to call him again because I wanted him to know I'd sent the stuff in. He didn't pick up the phone and someone got back on the phone and said they'd page him. Then they came back and asked who was calling. I was seriously starting to get a complex about it when he picked up the phone. (He asked if I'd called earlier in the week and long story short, he said he hasn't listened to his voicemail messages. He was a chronic liar when we were married so that may or may not be true - not really important at this point.) Anyway, I asked if it was a bad time and he said no but that he did have to go into a meeting in a few minutes. We talked for over an hour again. I kept telling him that he needed to go but he kept wanting to talk. He did that last time we talked too. The conversations have been pleasant but I'm not looking to strike up a friendship with him. I know he's changed since we've divorced but he cheated on me and I will always be questioning his motives because of that. So, it was comfortable but creepy, all at the same time, if you know what I mean.

So, I went to classes last night (missed last week because of the migraine!). I think there may be someone out there who obsesses about their grades more than I do. I'm taking a Planetary Geology class and we have three tests, including the final. They will all either carry equal weight for the overall grade (with no other variables factored in) or he will drop the lowest test grade and count the final twice (he says people generally do better on the finals than the other two tests). Anyway, someone was stressing about it and talked to the instructor about it so he decided he would give us quizzes throughout the semester now - starting next week - that will factor into our grade as well. So now, instead of three tests we're going to have something like eight (basically one every other week). So thank you obsessive person because with everything else going on in my life, I had five minutes left over every month. And now I know how I will be spending it! Grrrr!

I'm wondering, how do sign your letters? Or do you? At work I sign mine "Regards". It seemed nice enough. That is, until someone sent me a reply that said "Warm Regards". That seemed better than just plain ol' "Regards". And someone else sent an email signed "Kind Regards". Seriously, making me look bad. Then came the big daddy of them all, "Best Regards" I mean, you can't get any better than that, can you? So, I'm thinking of changing my signature line to reflect what, in light of all the other "regards" out there make mine look like, it comes across as - even if it's not what was intended. I'll sign off here with what I'm thinking...let me know what you think.

Whatever,
Lucy

Random Thoughts

I was reading someone else's blog a bit ago and the phrase "talk her off a ledge" was used and it got me to thinking. What exactly does that mean? I mean, I know that its intent is that there is someone standing out on a ledge and another person maybe goes out on the ledge with them to get them to come back in the window of the top floor skyscraper. But, what if it meant that someone just yelled things like "DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!!!" at them. Or, "I don't believe you'd really jump - I dare ya." Or things like that. After all, they'd be talking them off the ledge...just not the way you'd normally think.

Rapid change of topic

We had a baby shower today at work. One of my guys came to me at the end of the year and said he thought we should have a baby shower for one of our second line supervisors. He later added on another one of our co-workers to the festivities. It was up to me to schedule a time and place to have it (at work, during business hours) and get the cake and drinks. So, I sent out invitations the middle of last month and put off shopping until Saturday. I went to Baby's R Us and bought things off the registry for both new dads. Last week I ordered the cake. This morning I got up early and went out and bought everything else. Well, the guy who had coordinated our doing this came into my office this morning and had me sign a group card. I thought it was awesome that he thought of that because I totally didn't. Then he tells me that some of the guys went in on getting one of the fathers a gift card for bass fishing stuff and the other one gift cards to restaurants.

Huh? It was a baby shower!!!!! But whatever, they'll have other gifts from those that didn't contribute, right? Uh, no. That was the entire gift from everyone else. The only exception was one of the fathers got a bag of gifts for the other father - and what I bought each of them. I hadn't put a card on my stuff so when they opened my gifts and said thank you, the others in the group said they were welcome, as if it was all community gifts. Is that not just strange or is it just me?

Another rapid change of topic

I did the paperwork for the annulment my ex-husband wants. I spent all day yesterday on it. It was 22 pages long - single spaced. A lot of writing. If I could only put that much out in my fiction writing, we'd be in business.

It really wasn't that bad. My ex had said that it was emotional for him. It really wasn't for me. I just answered the questions (all of them!) honestly - and then moved on to the next one. I found out that I have the ability to view all the forms that are submitted on the annulment. My ex does too. At first I thought I might want to see what was submitted by all the others but while I was completing the questionnaire I realized that it really is kind of personal. I mean, I didn't put anything in there that I wouldn't tell my ex if he asked me but I didn't really write it for his eyes to see, you know?! And I realized that it doesn't really matter what he put in there either - and not just for the reason I just listed. No, I realized that in completing the questionnaire we've really just put everything behind us. To go back and read what the other wrote would only serve to bring up things that don't matter anymore back into view. I'm not interested in doing that.

I mailed it off today so that is done. I'm glad I did it and we just go forward from here. :)

So, that's what going on in my world, what's going on with everyone else?

Just Stuff

I keep starting posts about what has happened in the last week but for some reason I keep taking them down. Maybe because they feel too personal.

Anyway, the short version is, I called my ex last Monday. I figured if the church was going to send me certified mail/return receipt, I was within my rights to call and see what was going on. After all what was the worst thing that could happen? He could hang up on me and I'd be none the wiser about what was going on. I could handle that.

Funny thing about it was, I talked to SCG beforehand and asked him what his reaction would be if he were my ex. He told me that he would be expecting the call. So, my conversation with my ex started like this:

Him: This is Ex.
Me: Hey Ex, this is Lucy.
Him: Who?
Me: Lucy.
Him: Lucy who?

Yeah, he wasn't expecting my call. LOL

Anyway, in case you all were curious, my ex is getting an annulment to become a Catholic. He's not moving on to another wife but instead, doing this with/for wife #3, who he's been married to going on 10 years - which is a nice thing. We talked for about an hour and it was all very pleasant and nice. It was also, when all was said and done, emotional. Afterwards I felt things I haven't felt in probably 15 years. And it's that stuff that I keep posting and finding too personal to leave up so I'm not going to try to get into it here. No, instead, I'll see if I can amuse you all with the dreams I've had, since last we spoke. :)

Monday night I dreamed I was on the Bachelor. It wasn't as fun as my last dream of being on the Bachelor because I wasn't handing out roses - I was hoping to get one. My ex-husband was in the dream but I don't specifically recall what role he played. I also don't recall Angelina being in the dream but she probably was my competition. ;) Anyway, it was down to only a couple of us when I woke up. However, since Tuesday's dream was that the ex and I were getting married, I think he probably was the Bachelor and that he kicked ol' Angie to the curb. hehehe

Last night's dream had nothing to do with the previous dreams (that I recall anyway) but rather had to do with the migraine I've had since Monday night. It's gotten so much better but I still have that sensitivity to light and it's making me crazy at this point. So, in the dream, I went to the doctor to see if there was anything she could do about it. I was going in for migraines and somehow or another I was trying to locate all my clothes to put back on after the exam. I had several outfits with me (how long did I think I was going to be at the doctor's for an exam anyway???) but none of them with the pants that fit (note to self: MUST lose weight!!!). And, every five minutes, someone else called me at the doctor's office. I felt like no one believed I was really sick and going to the doctor so they were calling the doctor to check up on me - and everyone seemed surprised to find I was actually there! I was standing there talking to my sister with jeans that wouldn't go over my hips when I woke up.

So tell me, do I even want to know what these dreams mean? LOL