My dear friend Vanessa Virtue tagged me so I thought I’d be nice and play. 🙂 (I needed a blog anyway, thanks, VV!)

Four movies you would watch over and over:
The American President
Dirty Dancing
Bull Durham
The Replacements

Four places you have lived:
Bryant, AR
Benton, AR
Little Rock, AR
Oxford, MS

Four TV shows you love to watch:
Grey’s Anatomy
Survivor
Boston Legal
Project Runway
(and Love Monkey, but it’s been cancelled. WAH!)

Four places you have been on vacation:
Orlando
Las Vegas
Los Angeles
Williamsburg, VA

Four websites you visit daily:
RWA Online
Google
IMDB
Blogger

Four of your favorite foods:
CHEESE DIP
Tomato Soup
Cream Cheese
Biscuits and Gravy

Four places you would rather be right now:
Costa Rica
Asleep
Any Beach
Hot Springs, AR

Tag four friends you think will respond:
Maria Geraci
Gina Black
Lucy Sartain
Ellen Peters

I love my birthday. It’s my favorite time of the year.

Why? you ask…

Simple. It’s because I get to see my friends and go to the horse races one more time.

We’ve been doing this for my birthday every year for a long time. I think close to 8 years.

Anyway, I’ll see my best friend from high school and her husband:

Jen, Brian, and Mel

Then, I’ll get to see one of my college roommates, PamPam and her husband Apple. (I introduced them, thankyouverymuch.)

Jen, Mel, and Pam (couldn’t find my picture of Apple)

Maybe I’ll be able to see my other college roommate, Lori (aka, LeLe-da-sandybooty-lyin’-ho-bitch) Sigh, can’t find a picture of LeLe either. In my defense, she hasn’t been able to come for the past few years, so I don’t have a picture of her that isn’t pretty darn old. Just envision a petite babe with reddish hair and an infectious smile…and that’s LeLe.

And, my best male friend and one of my kids’ godfathers will be there. Nick, the Godfodda:

(Nick is single and ready to play ladies. He’s quite a catch. If you’re in the KC area and wanna meet him, let me know!)

The other Godfodda and one of Mark’s best friends from elementary school will be there:

Jim is in the green checked shirt and his wife, Holley, is turning away from the camera. Nick is in the background.

Glen and his wife Misty are joining us again:

Misty and Glenn

Michael J and his lovely wife Pattie are driving down from St. Louis again:

Pattie and Mike

Tracey and Paddy are also coming in from KC with Nick, but I can’t find a picture of them, either. Sniff.

And last, but definitely not least, I get to see two of my favorite people in the world. Chris and DeeDee:

I need some good news. I need a joke. I need a laugh. I need something.

I’ll tell you why…Since January 1 I have been working my butt off by exercising and eating right. I am trying to regain control of my life and I want to get healthy.

The first month was great…I missed 1 week of working out in January, but still managed to lose 11 lbs and 22 inches. (sounds like a lot of inches, but really, it’s all over, and not that noticable)

February I missed 6 days of working out. The rest of the time I was faithful. I’ve been eating my five small meals a day. Getting in more veggies and fruits than ever…and I only lost 2 lbs.

-13 total.

Okay, I can live with that. Sure, I expected more…I thought I’d at least be at -15 if not a little more than that…but -13 is good. Especially since the six days I didn’t work out I also wasn’t very careful of what I ate.

I’m trying very hard not to be down on myself. I’ve made myself into an exercise machine. Since last Monday, I’ve worked out every day except for 1. I’m doing cardio and toning classes. I’m doing everything right. I’m eating right. EVERYTHING.

SO WHY THE FUCK CAN’T I LOSE ANOTHER OUNCE?

I actually gained a pound. Who does that? Who gains weight when eating right and exercising?

Melissa Francis. That’s who.

I know muscle weighs more than fat and I know that chances are, I’ve put on some muscle mass. I KNOW this. Yet, I can’t help but be pissed off at the whole damn thing. Why am I torturing myself if it’s not working?

So, I need some good news. I need you guys to tell me what is good in your life so I won’t sit and wallow in my pity party. I’m not a wallower. I don’t like this. It’s up to you…make me laugh. Tell me a joke. Share your great news with me.

Something.

Anything.

Don’t let me wallow anymore.

*grumble grumble*

I need some good news. I need a joke. I need a laugh. I need something.

I’ll tell you why…Since January 1 I have been working my butt off by exercising and eating right. I am trying to regain control of my life and I want to get healthy.

The first month was great…I missed 1 week of working out in January, but still managed to lose 11 lbs and 22 inches. (sounds like a lot of inches, but really, it’s all over, and not that noticable)

February I missed 6 days of working out. The rest of the time I was faithful. I’ve been eating my five small meals a day. Getting in more veggies and fruits than ever…and I only lost 2 lbs.

-13 total.

Okay, I can live with that. Sure, I expected more…I thought I’d at least be at -15 if not a little more than that…but -13 is good. Especially since the six days I didn’t work out I also wasn’t very careful of what I ate.

I’m trying very hard not to be down on myself. I’ve made myself into an exercise machine. Since last Monday, I’ve worked out every day except for 1. I’m doing cardio and toning classes. I’m doing everything right. I’m eating right. EVERYTHING.

SO WHY THE FUCK CAN’T I LOSE ANOTHER OUNCE?

I actually gained a pound. Who does that? Who gains weight when eating right and exercising?

Melissa Francis. That’s who.

I know muscle weighs more than fat and I know that chances are, I’ve put on some muscle mass. I KNOW this. Yet, I can’t help but be pissed off at the whole damn thing. Why am I torturing myself if it’s not working?

So, I need some good news. I need you guys to tell me what is good in your life so I won’t sit and wallow in my pity party. I’m not a wallower. I don’t like this. It’s up to you…make me laugh. Tell me a joke. Share your great news with me.

Something.

Anything.

Don’t let me wallow anymore.

*grumble grumble*

Deidre Knight posted a fantastic blog on a continuing misconception in the publishing/agenting world. This being that it is a conflict of interest for an agent to write books in the same genre she represents.

Check out her blog and then let her know what you think! She’s opened the forum up for discussion.

Agents Who Write Books–A Conflict of Interest?

Deidre Knight posted a fantastic blog on a continuing misconception in the publishing/agenting world. This being that it is a conflict of interest for an agent to write books in the same genre she represents.

Check out her blog and then let her know what you think! She’s opened the forum up for discussion.

Agents Who Write Books–A Conflict of Interest?

If Jack Bauer was in a room with Hitler, Stalin, and Nina Meyers, and he had a gun with 2 bullets, he’d shoot Nina twice.

You can lead a horse to water. Jack Bauer can make him drink.

If you wake up in the morning, it’s because Jack Bauer spared your life.

Upon hearing that he was played by Kiefer Sutherland, Jack Bauer killed Sutherland. Jack Bauer gets played by no man.

Osama bin Laden’s recent proposal for truce is a direct result of him finding out that Jack Bauer is, in fact, still alive.

Jack Bauer once forgot where he put his keys. He then spent the next half-hour torturing himself until he gave up the location of the keys.

Superman wears Jack Bauer pajamas.

Jack Bauer was never addicted to heroin. Heroin was addicted to Jack Bauer.

1.6 billion Chinese are angry with Jack Bauer. Sounds like a fair fight.

Jack Bauer played Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.

Jack Bauer killed 93 people in just 4 days time. Wait, that is a real fact.

Jack Bauer doesn’t miss. If he didn’t hit you it’s because he was shooting at another terrorist twelve miles away.

Jack Bauer is the leading cause of death in Middle Eastern men.

Lets get one thing straight, the only reason you are conscious right now is because Jack Bauer does not feel like carrying you.

Jack Bauer’s favorite color is severe terror alert red. His second favorite color is violet, but just because it sounds like violent.

When life gave Jack Bauer lemons, he used them to kill terrorists. Jack Bauer fucking hates lemonade.

When you open a can of whoop-ass, Jack Bauer jumps out.

Jack Bauer got Hellen Keller to talk.

Jack Bauer can get McDonald’s breakfast after 10:30.

Killing Jack Bauer doesn’t make him dead. It just makes him angry.

Simon Says should be renamed to Jack Bauer Says because if Jack Bauer says something then you better fucking do it.

The quickest way to a man’s heart is through Jack Bauer’s gun.

If Jack and MacGyver were locked in a room together, Jack would make a bomb out of MacGyver and get out.

Jack Bauer can beat the gay out of Elton John.

No man has ever used the phrase, “Jack Bauer is a pussy” in a sentence and lived to tell about it.

People with amnesia still remember Jack Bauer.

Jack Bauer makes onions cry.

It would only take 1 bullet for Jack Bauer to kill 50 Cent.

The real reason the Army ditched the Army of One campaign? Jack Bauer sued for copy right infringement.

When Kim Bauer lost her virginity, Jack found it and put it back.

www.jackbauerfacts.com

If Jack Bauer was in a room with Hitler, Stalin, and Nina Meyers, and he had a gun with 2 bullets, he’d shoot Nina twice.

You can lead a horse to water. Jack Bauer can make him drink.

If you wake up in the morning, it’s because Jack Bauer spared your life.

Upon hearing that he was played by Kiefer Sutherland, Jack Bauer killed Sutherland. Jack Bauer gets played by no man.

Osama bin Laden’s recent proposal for truce is a direct result of him finding out that Jack Bauer is, in fact, still alive.

Jack Bauer once forgot where he put his keys. He then spent the next half-hour torturing himself until he gave up the location of the keys.

Superman wears Jack Bauer pajamas.

Jack Bauer was never addicted to heroin. Heroin was addicted to Jack Bauer.

1.6 billion Chinese are angry with Jack Bauer. Sounds like a fair fight.

Jack Bauer played Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.

Jack Bauer killed 93 people in just 4 days time. Wait, that is a real fact.

Jack Bauer doesn’t miss. If he didn’t hit you it’s because he was shooting at another terrorist twelve miles away.

Jack Bauer is the leading cause of death in Middle Eastern men.

Lets get one thing straight, the only reason you are conscious right now is because Jack Bauer does not feel like carrying you.

Jack Bauer’s favorite color is severe terror alert red. His second favorite color is violet, but just because it sounds like violent.

When life gave Jack Bauer lemons, he used them to kill terrorists. Jack Bauer fucking hates lemonade.

When you open a can of whoop-ass, Jack Bauer jumps out.

Jack Bauer got Hellen Keller to talk.

Jack Bauer can get McDonald’s breakfast after 10:30.

Killing Jack Bauer doesn’t make him dead. It just makes him angry.

Simon Says should be renamed to Jack Bauer Says because if Jack Bauer says something then you better fucking do it.

The quickest way to a man’s heart is through Jack Bauer’s gun.

If Jack and MacGyver were locked in a room together, Jack would make a bomb out of MacGyver and get out.

Jack Bauer can beat the gay out of Elton John.

No man has ever used the phrase, “Jack Bauer is a pussy” in a sentence and lived to tell about it.

People with amnesia still remember Jack Bauer.

Jack Bauer makes onions cry.

It would only take 1 bullet for Jack Bauer to kill 50 Cent.

The real reason the Army ditched the Army of One campaign? Jack Bauer sued for copy right infringement.

When Kim Bauer lost her virginity, Jack found it and put it back.

www.jackbauerfacts.com

So, I was “coaching” my youngest son’s soccer team last night. And by “coaching” I mean I was standing in front of the bench yelling “Follow your kicks! Attack the ball! What are you waiting on, an invitation?” Yes, I’m a helluva coach.

In my defense, I did refuse to coach anymore because it’s getting to the point where you have know the rules. And I don’t know diddly about soccer. I should. I’ve been married to a soccer player for almost 13 years now. But no. The soccer rules and I have not become one in the universe. But, I’m coaching because my husband signed up to coach both boys. Which would be fantastic if the boys didn’t play at the same time. And since they have been playing at the same time, I’ve been “choosing” the lesser of two evils by coaching the 8 year olds. And by “choosing” I mean, not having a choice at all.

Where was I? Oh yes. “Coaching” soccer.

My son, Rader, is very determined and competitive. Soccer is a team sport and we (I say we because if I HAVE to coach the games, I should get some credit) try very hard to make the kids understand that. But last night, the kids didn’t get anything. It was more like kickball than soccer. Herding snails would’ve been easier.

Rader decided he was Superman Soccer last night and took it upon himself to win the game. Forget the team. He didn’t need no stinkin’ team. He was Rader the Fearless. He could do it. And he did score our only two goals. (we’re not going to mention how many goals the other guys scored) But he also managed to wind up bashed around quite a bit. He took one hit to the nards that had him sitting for a while. I thought for sure he’d be talking in a higher octave for a day or two.

“Rader, what’s the deal? Have you forgotten you have 3 other teammates out there? They can help you if you let them.”

He sighed and did a semi-roll of the eyes. “Mom. It’s obvious they don’t want it bad enough. Besides, you can only help those who help themselves.”

Can’t argue with that logic, I guess.

So, I was “coaching” my youngest son’s soccer team last night. And by “coaching” I mean I was standing in front of the bench yelling “Follow your kicks! Attack the ball! What are you waiting on, an invitation?” Yes, I’m a helluva coach.

In my defense, I did refuse to coach anymore because it’s getting to the point where you have know the rules. And I don’t know diddly about soccer. I should. I’ve been married to a soccer player for almost 13 years now. But no. The soccer rules and I have not become one in the universe. But, I’m coaching because my husband signed up to coach both boys. Which would be fantastic if the boys didn’t play at the same time. And since they have been playing at the same time, I’ve been “choosing” the lesser of two evils by coaching the 8 year olds. And by “choosing” I mean, not having a choice at all.

Where was I? Oh yes. “Coaching” soccer.

My son, Rader, is very determined and competitive. Soccer is a team sport and we (I say we because if I HAVE to coach the games, I should get some credit) try very hard to make the kids understand that. But last night, the kids didn’t get anything. It was more like kickball than soccer. Herding snails would’ve been easier.

Rader decided he was Superman Soccer last night and took it upon himself to win the game. Forget the team. He didn’t need no stinkin’ team. He was Rader the Fearless. He could do it. And he did score our only two goals. (we’re not going to mention how many goals the other guys scored) But he also managed to wind up bashed around quite a bit. He took one hit to the nards that had him sitting for a while. I thought for sure he’d be talking in a higher octave for a day or two.

“Rader, what’s the deal? Have you forgotten you have 3 other teammates out there? They can help you if you let them.”

He sighed and did a semi-roll of the eyes. “Mom. It’s obvious they don’t want it bad enough. Besides, you can only help those who help themselves.”

Can’t argue with that logic, I guess.