Is it really Monday morning already?

This weekend was a total bust for me as far as accomplishing anything. I pretended to write all day yesterday. I was way too distracted. I blame the devil.

Then Ms. Feisty and I had a nice chat for a while yesterday afternoon.

After being sloth-like all day, I finally decided to do something productive. So I cooked some Spaghetti Bolognese and everyone seemed happy. Even the boys. Which means I did a good job of hiding the olives.

I then folded put away a basket of laundry. *shock! gasp!*

But it was time for Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters so I reclaimed my sloth-like position on the couch and fried my brain with some excellent brain-frying TV. (I enjoyed both shows last night immensley. And frankly, I’m glad that girl bit it in DH.)

Please tell me you set a better example of productivity than I did!

Is it really Monday morning already?

This weekend was a total bust for me as far as accomplishing anything. I pretended to write all day yesterday. I was way too distracted. I blame the devil.

Then Ms. Feisty and I had a nice chat for a while yesterday afternoon.

After being sloth-like all day, I finally decided to do something productive. So I cooked some Spaghetti Bolognese and everyone seemed happy. Even the boys. Which means I did a good job of hiding the olives.

I then folded put away a basket of laundry. *shock! gasp!*

But it was time for Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters so I reclaimed my sloth-like position on the couch and fried my brain with some excellent brain-frying TV. (I enjoyed both shows last night immensley. And frankly, I’m glad that girl bit it in DH.)

Please tell me you set a better example of productivity than I did!

I will not be tempted by Kristen Painter any more. No matter how hard she tries.

I will stay off the Romance Divas’ forum. I have to. Sure I spent most of the morning there “catching up”, but no more. I have writing to do.

I will stay away from RWA Online today. I will not be tempted to rush in and announce the winners of the 2007 BOD election without final approval of the current board. I will not be tempted by the conversations of cabana boys and all the lovely pictures that have been posted.

And, no matter how hard Madame Nocturne tries…I will not be lured back into the land of Vampires and Werewolves. At least not for a few hours.

Am I glad to be back among the Divas? You betcha. But after four hours of hanging out there, I can see exactly why I stayed away.

Kristen Painter is an evil temptress. You have all been warned.

I will not be tempted by Kristen Painter any more. No matter how hard she tries.

I will stay off the Romance Divas’ forum. I have to. Sure I spent most of the morning there “catching up”, but no more. I have writing to do.

I will stay away from RWA Online today. I will not be tempted to rush in and announce the winners of the 2007 BOD election without final approval of the current board. I will not be tempted by the conversations of cabana boys and all the lovely pictures that have been posted.

And, no matter how hard Madame Nocturne tries…I will not be lured back into the land of Vampires and Werewolves. At least not for a few hours.

Am I glad to be back among the Divas? You betcha. But after four hours of hanging out there, I can see exactly why I stayed away.

Kristen Painter is an evil temptress. You have all been warned.

to one Mean Bitch

to one Mean Bitch

Headache is gone (god I love drugs) and it’s just in time for FOOTBALL SATURDAY!

Goooo Hogs! Beat those Cocks. (Gamecocks, you dirty little blog readers. Sheesh.) This is an important game. My little piggies are undefeated in the conference. But now the pressure is on and we still have some tough teams to play. But I’m not worried. Much.

Woo Pig Sooie!

And again, for me “wee laddie”(here he is in his Nebraska gear)

Go Big Red!

I wouldn’t cheer for Nebraska for anyone else…so Grant better realize how special he is… LOL

Before (American) football starts, I’m enjoying a bit of other football…yes, Soccer to us Americans. Liverpool v. Reading. I love Saturdays….

Headache is gone (god I love drugs) and it’s just in time for FOOTBALL SATURDAY!

Goooo Hogs! Beat those Cocks. (Gamecocks, you dirty little blog readers. Sheesh.) This is an important game. My little piggies are undefeated in the conference. But now the pressure is on and we still have some tough teams to play. But I’m not worried. Much.

Woo Pig Sooie!

And again, for me “wee laddie”(here he is in his Nebraska gear)

Go Big Red!

I wouldn’t cheer for Nebraska for anyone else…so Grant better realize how special he is… LOL

Before (American) football starts, I’m enjoying a bit of other football…yes, Soccer to us Americans. Liverpool v. Reading. I love Saturdays….

Drunk blogging is the new drunk dialing…and I have a rule against it.

Remember drunk dialing? We all did it. (some of us still do) You know…you have just enough alcohol in your system to put you in a stupidly emotional state and you get all touchy feely and decide it’s time to wax poetic to the person(s) you love the most.

So you reach out and touch someone.

And sometimes that works in your favor and sometimes it doesn’t.

For me, drunk dialing has gone the way of the dodo and been replaced by drunk blogging or emailing. Really, I shouldn’t do it. But if I’ve had just one glass of wine too many, I suddenly have this urge to talk about my feelings. In writing. Where it stays forever. And can be forwarded. Or referred to. Often.

I’m a writer. This should be okay, right? Well, I suppose that all depends on the amount of alcohol and exactly what I’m feeling ooey-gooey about.

This has happened a couple of times over the past year. I’m not gonna point out the posts. If you’re a regular reader, you can probably pick them out on your own. If you’re not a regular reader and you’re really that interested in drowning in my sap–knock yourself out. It might take you a while, but you’ll find them.

One of my best friends in the world is still a drunk dialer, though he doesn’t do it as often as he used to. I think it’s cuz he doesn’t drink vodka anymore…but that’s beside the point. One night, I came home to a 30 minute message. And when the machine cut him off, he called back so he could finish. It was kinda awesome, really. I wish I still had that message cuz there’s nothing more true than the spoutings of drunk dialing.

Or drunk emailing or drunk blogging.

Today, I had a headache the size of Canada. It continued to grow until I couldn’t stand to breathe because the smells were bothering me. And the sounds. God everything was so loud! So I left work a little early, came home and popped a Lortab and took a little nap.

And guess what I’m doing now?

Noooo. I’m not drunk blogging. I’m High. Totally different. Duh.

Drunk blogging is the new drunk dialing…and I have a rule against it.

Remember drunk dialing? We all did it. (some of us still do) You know…you have just enough alcohol in your system to put you in a stupidly emotional state and you get all touchy feely and decide it’s time to wax poetic to the person(s) you love the most.

So you reach out and touch someone.

And sometimes that works in your favor and sometimes it doesn’t.

For me, drunk dialing has gone the way of the dodo and been replaced by drunk blogging or emailing. Really, I shouldn’t do it. But if I’ve had just one glass of wine too many, I suddenly have this urge to talk about my feelings. In writing. Where it stays forever. And can be forwarded. Or referred to. Often.

I’m a writer. This should be okay, right? Well, I suppose that all depends on the amount of alcohol and exactly what I’m feeling ooey-gooey about.

This has happened a couple of times over the past year. I’m not gonna point out the posts. If you’re a regular reader, you can probably pick them out on your own. If you’re not a regular reader and you’re really that interested in drowning in my sap–knock yourself out. It might take you a while, but you’ll find them.

One of my best friends in the world is still a drunk dialer, though he doesn’t do it as often as he used to. I think it’s cuz he doesn’t drink vodka anymore…but that’s beside the point. One night, I came home to a 30 minute message. And when the machine cut him off, he called back so he could finish. It was kinda awesome, really. I wish I still had that message cuz there’s nothing more true than the spoutings of drunk dialing.

Or drunk emailing or drunk blogging.

Today, I had a headache the size of Canada. It continued to grow until I couldn’t stand to breathe because the smells were bothering me. And the sounds. God everything was so loud! So I left work a little early, came home and popped a Lortab and took a little nap.

And guess what I’m doing now?

Noooo. I’m not drunk blogging. I’m High. Totally different. Duh.