Prelude to a car…

You may recall the slight break down I had when the transmission on our van went out. It’s a a 10 year old van and we had really hoped it would last us until the end of the year.

But it had other ideas.

Fine. We had to decide what we were going to do. Fixing the van was going to cost us almost $3K and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend that kind of cash on that vehicle. We are still carrying two mortgages and now that it’s August, we have tuition for two kids, so buying a new car just wouldn’t be smart.

But we need two cars. Not everyday, but at least two days a week we find ourselves in a bind.

We went to Oxford a couple of weeks ago to check on the house and list it FSBO. (anyone want a GREAT deal on a house in Oxford, MS? I can hook you up.) We got there to discover or friend and neighbor had put his house on the market as well.

He was also selling a car. A car I’ve been coveting since he drove it home.

He made us a deal. And we drove it home. It’s an old car and it needs some work, but we knew that buying the car and having the work done would more than likely cost us less than fixing the van. And if it cost us the same, so be it. This car is a collector’s item. Or it will be when I’m finished with it.

What did we buy?

A 1990 Honda Prelude.

Oh yeah. I’m going to rock out with my cock out in this baby. Can’t you picture it now? Windows down, sunroof open, and the 1990s hair band playlist on volume 10? I can see it now.

Anyway, my new Prelude is now in the shop getting tweaked and I’m hoping that by the time Sockmonkey and I return from our trip, my new ride will be ready for me.

The real question is: Will Little Rock be ready for me and my Prelude? We shall see.

I need your suggestions for my Prelude playlist. Here are some givens:

  1. Cinderella
  2. Whitesnake
  3. Ozzy
  4. Queensryche

Who else should I add?

Mamma Mia

Is a must see. Even Fishdog enjoyed it. He laughed, a lot.

I laughed and cried. And sang.

I wanted to dance, but the crowd was a bit of a dud.

Honestly, it was a great freaking show. I can’t wait to see it again.

how excited am i about this??

watch the trailer, then read the masterplan and join the world on the interntz as we watch Joss Whedon’s latest masterpiece for FREE.

If this isn’t porkchops and awesomesauce* nothing is.

shamelessly stolen from pal, Gwen Hayes.

literary agent Nathan Bransford


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dudes. internet friends are awesome

Okay, so I’ve been friends with Robyn (aka Birdrunner) for a very long time. Like since 1994. She and Fishdog were pals in high school and Fishdog was in her wedding. It’s awesome. You should see his awesome hair from 1991.

Anyway…

I’ve also met her sister, Lee (aka Stinkydog) via the internet…and guess who I’m hanging out with right now?

Heeeeeeere’s Stinky!

oh mang. It’s bad. We’ve veen drinking margs since oh, I dunno about 5:14pm. I met Mel at 5:30 and she immediately pressed her breasteses against mine and we realized right away that she had the upper hand. Obvy, she has the superior brain (and boobs… says Mel–you be the judge). Her sons are territorial and will not let me get within 8-10 feet. Her husband has obvious envy against my superior margarita making skills. Her brother-in-law (my god bro, btw) has not showed up yet. We’re thinking about holding it against him.

I feel that all is equalized with tequila. Am I wrong?

sucked in

You’ll notice from my Twitter announcements on the side that I was sucked in to The Bachelorette last night. Sigh. I don’t know why I do this to myself. Seriously.

Once you start watching, you can’t look away. It’s a proven fact!
Last night did not disappoint in the realm of what-the-fuckedness. (new word. add it to your daily glossary) We had a dude I now call “Football-for-Jesus”. Look, I have no problem with your faith being #1 in your life, but c’mon. You don’t proclaim Jesus and I’m a virgin the moment you step off the limo. Dude is a pro-football player. Too bad I can’t remember his real name or I’d google him. Hang on, let me see…Okay, his name is Ryan and he plays football in Minneapolis. I’ll admit to gaping at the TV when Deanna gave “Football-for-Jesus” dude a rose.

But the biggest shocker? When she kept the Karate Kid.

O.M.G

Dude was the biggest knob. An absolute tool.

First off, his hair was a hot, greasy, mess. Usually I dig long hair, not on this dude. Secondly, did I mention that he was a knob? Cuz he was.

Many of the guys were doing stupid things to get Deanna’s attention. One dude jumped into the pool with his suit on, then took it off, showing the world his speedo bathing suit with Deanna’s name printed on the bottom.
One dude called her with a duck-call. Yeah. I’m not kidding.
But the Karate Kid? He took the snowboarder dude (who I actually really liked) and placed a lemon on a plastic cup on top of the snowboarder’s head and then kicked it off. Like a 13 year old boy trying to impress a girl in front of his gang. Snowboarder dude said, “If you miss, when I wake up, I’m gonna punch you in the balls five times.” Awesome.

But Deanna ended up giving the Karate Kid a rose. I’m sure she was instructed to keep him. That’s the only reason I can imagine why she would’ve. Biggest. Knob. Ever.
The best part about watching the show? Fishdog watched with me. His commentary was priceless. I may never watch this show without him again.

feeling chatty?

New York Times Best Selling author (doesn’t that just roll off your tongue like bubbles?) Gena Showalter is going to be chatting live at the TKA chatroom tomorrow night, 8pm EST. Here’s the link.

I just finished devouring reading the first book in Gena’s Lords of the Underworld series, THE DARKEST NIGHT and was so excited to find book #2 waiting for me in the mail today. That naughty little minx sent me a copy along with the two books I had her sign for the blog give away. Now how will I ever find time to write when I’ll be reading THE DARKEST KISS? Gena is a buffet of awesome, so come chat with her tomorrow night.

home again

And absolutely wasted. Totally beat.

Will be better tomorrow and will also have evidence pictures to share.

I absolutely had a great time and enjoyed meeting everyone. The party was fab–but the after party? Even fabber.

Oh, and I may even have a Matt Damon story or two for you.

Wicked Awesome.

come see…

I’m at Fictionistas today talking about exercising my mind….

have you read any books lately that inspire you? Have you read any that just piss you off?

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In other news:

I emailed my revisions to my editor on Friday and I spent the weekend ignoring the nastiness of my house and relaxing. I attended a cocktail party after the Arkansas Literary Festival with multi-pubbed author and good friend Ace Atkins. Check out his website and buy his books. He’s a buffet of all you can eat Awesome. And he’s cute, too. Especially when he and my hubby are having an in depth conversation about bourbon. Both consider themselves to be bourbon snobs, but Ace seems to be a little more discerning that the Fishdog. I just sipped my diet coke and smiled.

Did y’all do anything fun this weekend?