Have you ever just been in the mood for a good storm?
Well, I am in one of those very moods right now. It’s been far too long since we’ve had one here.
My little weatherbug sounded off an alert. “THIS IS A PARTICULARLY DANGEROUS SITUATION” it said.
Bring it on.
Football season ended last night and this mamacita is one happy camper. We’ll have a slight reprieve until basketball season starts–if you can call the holidays a reprieve.
Now we just have three school projects to complete between now and Christmas Break. I can live with that…I don’t know if Ian can, though.
All this talk about movies lately has gotten me all revved up for the latest installment of Harry Potter. Goblet of Fire opens Friday. I already have our tickets. Does that make me a goob? Yeah. Probably.
But guess what?
I. Don’t. Care.
Here is my top 15 list of favorite movies (not in any particular order). I’m so easy to please it isn’t funny. I go to the movies to be entertained. Period. I want a love story or LOL humor.
1. The Little Mermaid
2. Dirty Dancing
3. American President
4. Better Off Dead
5. Sixteen Candles
6. Bridget Jones Diary
7. Titanic
8. The Parent Trap (doesn’t matter which one, love them both)
9. The Replacements
10. Under the Tuscan Sun
11. Office Space
12. Dodgeball
13. Bull Durham
14. Sound of Music
15. Top Gun
So, how cheesy does this list make me?
Football season ended last night and this mamacita is one happy camper. We’ll have a slight reprieve until basketball season starts–if you can call the holidays a reprieve.
Now we just have three school projects to complete between now and Christmas Break. I can live with that…I don’t know if Ian can, though.
All this talk about movies lately has gotten me all revved up for the latest installment of Harry Potter. Goblet of Fire opens Friday. I already have our tickets. Does that make me a goob? Yeah. Probably.
But guess what?
I. Don’t. Care.
Here is my top 15 list of favorite movies (not in any particular order). I’m so easy to please it isn’t funny. I go to the movies to be entertained. Period. I want a love story or LOL humor.
1. The Little Mermaid
2. Dirty Dancing
3. American President
4. Better Off Dead
5. Sixteen Candles
6. Bridget Jones Diary
7. Titanic
8. The Parent Trap (doesn’t matter which one, love them both)
9. The Replacements
10. Under the Tuscan Sun
11. Office Space
12. Dodgeball
13. Bull Durham
14. Sound of Music
15. Top Gun
So, how cheesy does this list make me?
The American Title II contest is underway.
My CP, Maria Geraci’s book, THE WAR BRIDE, is a finalist.
So are chaptermates Gina Black and Debra Parmley.
To vote, you send an email to webmaster@romantictimes.com with the title of the book you want to vote for.
For a little nudge: THE WAR BRIDE (Maria Geraci) THE RAVEN’S REVENGE (Gina Black) DESPERATE JOURNEY (Debra Parmley)
The American Title II contest is underway.
My CP, Maria Geraci’s book, THE WAR BRIDE, is a finalist.
So are chaptermates Gina Black and Debra Parmley.
To vote, you send an email to webmaster@romantictimes.com with the title of the book you want to vote for.
For a little nudge: THE WAR BRIDE (Maria Geraci) THE RAVEN’S REVENGE (Gina Black) DESPERATE JOURNEY (Debra Parmley)
#1 at what? you ask…
Well, let me tell ya. I was the very first TKA client to see their fabulous new office!
I’m very sad that I missed meeting the office girls (hi Sam, Elaine and Julie) who apparently worked their collective tails off cleaning. (the office GLEAMED, by the way. Nice job.) I was supposed to get there around 4, unfortunately, I didn’t set my watch forward an hour so, when we left Atlanta at 2:15, we were really leaving at 3:15. Which probably still would’ve been okay, if everyone in Atlanta hadn’t taken Friday afternoon off work just to hang out on I-285 just to make my life miserable. Yes, traffic. It is not my friend.
So, Maria and I made it there about 5:15. We toured the office with Deidre and Pamela Harty. Then we headed back to Deidre’s big, beautiful, warm and welcoming home, where we ate and drank and made merry with her fabulous (despite his political preferences) husband, Jud.
It was a fabulous time. Of course, we stayed WAY too late, but it was so worth it the hour drive back into Atlanta at the stroke of midnight. (no traffic on I-20 or I-285 at midnight, btw.)
So, here are some lovely pictures…I also get to be the 1st to tell you that Deidre is no longer a blonde! And boy, does she look fab-o!
<–This picture is of me and D in her big, beautiful office. 
Here is Maria in the TKA kitchen.
Look at this ceiling! It’s gorgeous!
#1 at what? you ask…
Well, let me tell ya. I was the very first TKA client to see their fabulous new office!
I’m very sad that I missed meeting the office girls (hi Sam, Elaine and Julie) who apparently worked their collective tails off cleaning. (the office GLEAMED, by the way. Nice job.) I was supposed to get there around 4, unfortunately, I didn’t set my watch forward an hour so, when we left Atlanta at 2:15, we were really leaving at 3:15. Which probably still would’ve been okay, if everyone in Atlanta hadn’t taken Friday afternoon off work just to hang out on I-285 just to make my life miserable. Yes, traffic. It is not my friend.
So, Maria and I made it there about 5:15. We toured the office with Deidre and Pamela Harty. Then we headed back to Deidre’s big, beautiful, warm and welcoming home, where we ate and drank and made merry with her fabulous (despite his political preferences) husband, Jud.
It was a fabulous time. Of course, we stayed WAY too late, but it was so worth it the hour drive back into Atlanta at the stroke of midnight. (no traffic on I-20 or I-285 at midnight, btw.)
So, here are some lovely pictures…I also get to be the 1st to tell you that Deidre is no longer a blonde! And boy, does she look fab-o!
Here is Maria in the TKA kitchen.
Look at this ceiling! It’s gorgeous!
Okay. For a brief moment, I was happy. Elated, even!
I knew Gary would find the immunity idol that stupid-ass Dudd said was on the ground. Earth to Dudd, when you are the only one with the hint to where the idol is located and that hint says something about being in the trees, you don’t tell the team the exact opposite. You try to throw them off by saying something like, “It’s in a log.” or “Near water.” or “Rocks.” Not, “It’s on the ground.” Because, where are they gonna look? In the trees.
And word to the wise, when you’re looking for the idol, you should remember that others are watching you…and try to fake them out.
Oh, and if the idol is in the trees, remember that you have a guy who is probably a good foot taller than you and has a distinct advantage of finding the idol hidden in the trees.
dumbass.
But, I digress.
They were gonna vote Gary off and I really didn’t want that to happen. I wanted Steph to go. She needs to go. She’s a cold liar. They all are at one point or another, I know that. But I don’t like the way she does it. I dunno. I was all on the Steph bandwagon until last week.
Now? eh, not so much.
So, here we are, at tribal council. Jamie won a much needed immunity. He did come up a few notches in my book today, even if I do think his “I’ll take the bad meal” plan was all self-serving. (no way in hell did he do that solely to make up for being Jamie) So, anyway, Jeff says, “Anyone find the idol and wanna use it now, speak up.”
Dudd didn’t have it…that much was obvious. He’s TSTL…he would’ve shouted it out to the world the moment he found it. The cameras pan to the tribe…everyone’s looking around…and then Gary smiled…stood…and handed Jeff the idol.
The game changed…and for a brief moment of bliss…I thought Steph was gonna go home. She should’ve gone home–Bobby Jon told them she’s a maneater.
But no. It was Bobby Jon.
It was sad. TV has sucked the big one this week.
Okay. For a brief moment, I was happy. Elated, even!
I knew Gary would find the immunity idol that stupid-ass Dudd said was on the ground. Earth to Dudd, when you are the only one with the hint to where the idol is located and that hint says something about being in the trees, you don’t tell the team the exact opposite. You try to throw them off by saying something like, “It’s in a log.” or “Near water.” or “Rocks.” Not, “It’s on the ground.” Because, where are they gonna look? In the trees.
And word to the wise, when you’re looking for the idol, you should remember that others are watching you…and try to fake them out.
Oh, and if the idol is in the trees, remember that you have a guy who is probably a good foot taller than you and has a distinct advantage of finding the idol hidden in the trees.
dumbass.
But, I digress.
They were gonna vote Gary off and I really didn’t want that to happen. I wanted Steph to go. She needs to go. She’s a cold liar. They all are at one point or another, I know that. But I don’t like the way she does it. I dunno. I was all on the Steph bandwagon until last week.
Now? eh, not so much.
So, here we are, at tribal council. Jamie won a much needed immunity. He did come up a few notches in my book today, even if I do think his “I’ll take the bad meal” plan was all self-serving. (no way in hell did he do that solely to make up for being Jamie) So, anyway, Jeff says, “Anyone find the idol and wanna use it now, speak up.”
Dudd didn’t have it…that much was obvious. He’s TSTL…he would’ve shouted it out to the world the moment he found it. The cameras pan to the tribe…everyone’s looking around…and then Gary smiled…stood…and handed Jeff the idol.
The game changed…and for a brief moment of bliss…I thought Steph was gonna go home. She should’ve gone home–Bobby Jon told them she’s a maneater.
But no. It was Bobby Jon.
It was sad. TV has sucked the big one this week.
Yes, that’s right, I’m a Razorback fan. Even this year when they are eating their swill from the bottom of the barrel. I don’t care. I love my little hogs.
http://allythigpen.com/woo2.swf
Woooo PIIIIIG SOOOOOOOOOIE!
For those of you who have never heard a pack of fans calling the hogs, go here for a sample: http://www.hogcall.com/funstuff/multimedia/music/HogCall.asp
I won’t be a
t the game this weekend. It’s the first time since I’ve lived in Oxford that I’ll miss the Razorback vs. Rebels game. But that’s okay. I’ll be in Atlanta with my CP and bestest bud, Maria Geraci. AND I get to go see my lovely agent’s new offices! Whoohoo!
So, I’ll miss the game–but it’ll be worth it. And maybe Deidre will have some FABULOUS news to share with me when I get there? Here’s hoping. That would put me in HAWG HEAVEN.
🙂
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 