it’s been a long day

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My mother’s home was burglarized yesterday while she was visiting me. We suspect the guys her kicked her door in and ransacked her home are the same assholes who broke into our van and stole from us. This pisses me off on soooo many levels.

First of all, my mom feels vulnerable and violated. I hate to think that this normally strong and independent woman will, from now on, sit and worry about being alone in her own home. Secondly, the sons of bitches stole my mom’s jewelry. Heirloom pieces, some valuable in dollar and some only valuable in sentimentality. WTF is wrong with people?

The good news is, the police managed to get some fantastic fingerprints so if those motherfuckers have any record, they will be busted. Sure they won’t serve much time, but they will get caught and right now, that’s all that matters.

Fuckers.

I think we should lighten the mood. How about some new pics of Ruby? Look at her pretty new dress.

Oh yes, I went there. What are you going to do about it?I feel pretty

Oh so pretty

And here’s a pic of our Charlie Brown Christmas tree:

hullloooooo!

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Do you hear the echo on my blog? When I woke up this morning, I thought Hmmm, I should blog and when a tumbleweed rolled by, I realized it really was starting to look like a ghost town around here.

I’m trying (and obviously failing) to get into a blog routine again. I haven’t felt the mojo lately. I’m sure it’s because I’ve been blowing and going since before Thanksgiving. Moving is stressful enough, but to move during the holidays and while working on your first set of revisions? As my favorite Angry Beaver would say, That’s just NUTS!

Fishdog is in Oxford this week, so dudes, call him tonight if y’all wanna go out for a bevvy. He’d appreciate it. Especially since he came home to discover the heat had gone out. Oh yeah, nothing like trying to get cozy in a 53 degree empty house (well, there is a bed). Brrrr. Just add ‘fix heater’ to our long list of things to do. (Thanks, Dino for putting him up for the night!)

Christmas shopping is done except for the stocking stuffers. I have to mail out 4 gifts today…one of them is my Romance Diva Secret Santa gift. I hope the person I picked loves it! I’m also mailing my CPs their gifts and my niece in North Carolina hers.

We still don’t have a tree. Fishdog has been kinda Grinchy lately. Can you believe he actually suggested we CANCEL CHRISTMAS? hello!!! Are you kidding me? I’ve been living with my mother for 4 months. I deserve Christmas. And so do the boys. So, we’re getting a tree today. I don’t care if it’s a Charlie Brown tree…it’s still a tree. Fishdog says he’s bringing me my decorations from Oxford. I won’t over do the decorating–Christmas is only a week away. But I do want to hang the stockings and a wreath.

Okay, I’m hitting my revisions now. They’re due Friday and maybe a Christmas miracle will happen and I’ll get them finished! 🙂 It’ll be down to the wire, that’s for sure. What’s been going on with y’all? You done shopping? You started shopping? Wrapping? Did you overspend this year or is that just status quo?

a good book

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I read this book over the weekend and I posted a review for it on Amazon (which I RARELY do). If you are looking for a good book for a teenage girl 14 years and older, I HIGHLY recommend Angel’s Choice.

Here’s my review:
ANGEL’S CHOICE begins in typical teenage fashion. A girl, a boy, a party and a very bad decision. Angel Hansen is a senior in high school and her plans for the future included graduating, going to Yale, and becoming a novelist. She’s always been the smart girl. But at the end-of-summer party, she has a lapse in judgement that will change her reputation and affect the rest of her life. With all options available to her, what choice will Angel make?

ANGEL’S CHOICE takes an honest look at teenage pregnancy and the decisions that go along with such a difficult situation. Taking a walk in Angel’s shoes is not easy. But it is heartwarming and emotional and realistic.

Lauren Baratz-Logsted tackles a difficult topic without judgement. ANGEL’S CHOICE is heart-warming and sincere and a must read for any teenage girl.

my bad…

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I know you’ve missed me. Go ahead, admit it. It’s okay. I’ve missed me, too.

What’s goin’ on? Anything new?

Let me tell ya, I have lots of blogging material to get me through the next few weeks. A few topics you can look forward to reading:

Customer Service: It’s What’s for Dinner.
How to blow up your brand new house in 1 easy step.
All I Want for Christmas is to get my Revisions Done.
Procrastination is not only a gift, it’s an art form
Living Among the Boxes
Wii care. Oops. Wii lied, Wii really don’t care at all.
If I had a hammer, I’d fall and break my neck.

Today’s blog topic, I’d like to introduce you to our newest family member. As you might recall, our beloved Charlie died back in August. Our sweet dog Pete, hasn’t been the same since. He’s been very depressed and with the move and everything, he hasn’t quite bounced back. So, we’d decided it was time to get him a friend.

Meet Ruby:

She’s my baby. I have always wanted a black Pug and now I have my baby. She’s the most awesome puppy ever, and we are all totally smitten.

Okay, back to revisions. Or not. Remember, procrastination is not only a gift, it’s an artform…

boxtopia

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We spent all day yesterday packing up the 24 ft moving truck and my van and driving to Little Rock where we spent the next 4 hours unloading. (We had to get to the bed.) After an 18 hour day yesterday, our heads finally hit the pillow around midnight. I cooked breakfast for an army this morning (it was a lot like camping, trying to cook with whatever utensils you could find) and now Fishdog and his brother Bone are finishing up the unloading.

and then we unpack.

There is a special level in hell reserved for unpacking.

I love my new space, but I went from having an 8×10 master closet to um, damn near nothing. It’s sad. And yes, we have lots of storage here, but I am really gonna miss my ginormas closet.

It’s cold and rainy here. Pretty miserable. But I don’t care, because we’re home.

my last weekend in Oxtopia…

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Yeah, we’re headed to Oxford today to finish packing up the house. We’re loading up the truck tomorrow and heading back to Little Rock. I’m not looking forward to the packing, loading and unloading parts, but I am looking forward to getting my shit moved to Arkansas.

While we’re on the way to Oxford, I’ll be putting the finishing touches on Bite Me! before I send it off to fab editor. My critique partners made some great comments and I’m going through right now, making changes according to their suggestions. I am really curious to see what my first set of editor edits will be like. I am both dreading that event and excited for it to happen…

See you next week!

checking in then checking out…

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Hey y’all. I’m probably gonna be absent for a while. First of all, I’m neck deep in paint. Then there’s the whole Thanksgiving thing, where I’ll take a break from painting to eat. Then on Friday, the Hogs play LSU…the number one team in the nation right now. It might not be pretty, but I can’t miss it!

After the game Friday, we’re headed to Oxford. We’re gonna load up the truck and officially move. That’s right, I’ll sleep in my brand new house this weekend. Excellent.

Oh, and during all this, I also have to finish revising Bite Me! to send to fabulous editor by Friday. Yeah, I’m gonna be just a little bit busy.

I’ll see you next week!

Love y’all. Mean it!

oh my achin’ everything!

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I love that I have a new house to paint.

I hate that I have to paint it.

I am aching in places that I didn’t even know had muscles. And I’ve only painted the kitchen!

Due to our current status of “in between houses” this will be the first Thanksgiving in 10 years that I’m not cooking. I’m actually a little sad, because I do fix one helluva turkey, if I do say so myself. And my pecan, apple, and pumpkin pies kick major ass. Major. Ass.

I promise, I might lie to you about other things, but I would never lie to you about my pie baking ability.

Fishdog will be back in the Rock tomorrow night. He’s bringing with him our Directv receivers and a couple of televisions. We might not have furniture in the house, but we aren’t gonna go a day longer than we have to without our TV. Especially since it’s a big college football weekend. Duh.

What’s going on with you guys? Go ahead and report in while I run to grab me another beer and a muscle relaxer.

i hate 4 a.m.

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I went to bed too early last night. I knew I’d wake up at this godforsaken hour, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

And here I am now, looking for something to do. So, of course, I’m blogging.

Are y’all sick of me posting about the WGA writer’s strike yet? Well, y’all just wait until you don’t have anything to watch in a few weeks, then we’ll see who’s gonna jump on the support bandwagon.

Why don’t you jump onto the bandwagon now, and Buy Pencils.

That’s right (write)! For $1 you can buy pencils and have them mailed to the media moguls to show your support for the writers. What a fantastic idea!

The boys and I get the keys to our new home today. I bought a leaf blower/vacuum/mulcher yesterday because damn we got some leaves on the ground. While I’m cleaning the inside, the boys are going to be learning the art of leaf blowing. I also purchase a new ceramic cooktop. The new place had one of those old ass coil cooktops that was beat up and broken. It should be in on Friday. We’ll see….

We also picked out the new paint colors for the place. I love doing that, though I really hate painting. I am a sloppy painter, even when I try my damnedest to be careful. Fishdog will do the majority of the painting because he’s really good at it. I wish he would let me hire someone…

Okay, it’s 4:22 now and I’m yawning. I wonder if I can go back to sleep now?

why am i so happy here?

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Because I finally typed the last words to the first draft of Bite Me!

woo-to-the-fucking-hoo!

It needs quite a bit of work and next week will be tricky doing revisions while painting, moving, and eating Thanksgiving dinner, but I can manage.

I feel fucking awesome. I think I’ll go shopping.