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This was a good weekend. I did some writing, watched some movies, Fishdog came home after a long week in Oxford and went to the Metallica concert then he and the boys raked up 30 bags of leaves from the backyard.
This week I’ll be writing and cleaning and decorating the house. We’re hosting Thanksgiving and should have quite the crowd.
That was the headline of the article in Sunday’s Arkansas Democrat Gazette…What a headline, right?
We thought so…especially since it was the headline for the story of how I met Fishdog.
Yup, we were in the paper on Sunday. It was awesome. Here’s a link for the whole article.
Here’s a little taste:
“There has always been sort of a six degrees of separation thing between Mark and me,” says Melissa, who went to high school in Bryant and who had friends who knew Mark, a student at Little Rock’s Catholic High School. “Our circle of friends was kind of parallel.”
On the night they finally did meet, Jan. 24, 1992, Melissa was on a date with one guy and was plagued by the unwanted attentions of another.
Mark had graduated from Arkansas State University at Jonesboro the December before and just moved back to Little Rock. He had seen Melissa, a student at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock, the night before with her friends at White Water Tavern, but she was having too much fun then to notice him.
When he walked through the door at Juanita’s, though, she was all agog.
“I just remember being very smitten,” Melissa says. “It was his hair — which is really funny, considering he has none now. Back then it was long. He had a confidence about him, and he had a great smile and a great laugh, which I love.”
Heh. He was a guy and I was agog.
The best part of the article? (besides all the cutesy lovey-dovey stuff?) They plugged BITE ME! 🙂 It was really cool seeing myself called a ‘novelist’ and then reading
Her first book, Bite Me!, is scheduled to hit bookstore shelves in fall 2009.
Heheh.
and here is the happy couple now. Hmmmm. Not quite the same. My, my 15.5 years of marriage sure does a number on folks…
Today in the blogosphere:
Today I’m at Fictionistas discussing the postmortem of Mel-O-Ween…
Yesterday I blogged at FatChicksRunning! about Week 2, Day 1 of training…and today, Dana is talking about jogging at 10:20 PM. That’s dedication folks…
Before I get started…did you know you can pre-order Maria Geraci’s debut novel BUNCO BABES TELL ALL? Cuz you can. And you better. Or I’ll haunt you. And you won’t like it.
pre-order now. Go on. I’ll wait…
So today is Mel-O-Ween. You got any special plans? I’m going to be a Zombie this year. My friend Stinkydog says she’s going to be a Mombie…cuz she’s pregnant. See what she did there? LOL Yeah, she’s not only Stinky…she’s funny, too!
Fishdog and Rader or going to be Thing 1 and Thing 2. Nemo is undecided. He’s gonna spray his hair and do some make up but really, 
that’s as far as he’s gotten. I’m supposed to take him to Walmart after school today so he can buy some ‘accessories.’ I love it. He’s going to accessorize a costume that doesn’t exist. Awesome.
I have to buy some worms to glue to my skin and stick in my ears. Zombies are wormy aren’t they? I should use gummy worms so I can eat them and gross everybody out. That would be funny.
I blogged over at FatChicksRunning today about day 3 of my training. It wasn’t pretty. But I survived.
For your viewing pleasure…here’s a preview of tonight…
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‘Brother Joe’ and family came for a visit this weekend. We had a great time. We 
don’t see them often enough, honestly. They live in the Raliegh area, which is a 14 hour drive from here. And my niece plays very competitve soccer, so more often than not, they aren’t even home. they’re traveling from soccer pitch to soccer pitch watching my niece be awesome.
Friday was the 4th and we decided to spend that day down at the Rivermarket instead of going to the lake with everyone else.
Our visit downtown started off a little rocky because we had the kids with us. The only places that seemed to be open were Bar/Restaurants. Arkansas passed a law that states you can smoke indoors if you do not allow anyone under 21 into your establishment. Well, that’s all fine and good when other places are open. We were hungry and frankly, we need a place to eat quick, fast, and in a hurry. We finally found Gusano’s was opened…it’s a pizza place. My SIL and Niece aren’t big pizza eaters, but they had other things on the menu. The most important thing was that minors could eat there. The 2nd most important thing: they had beer available.
Guasano’s was ill-prepared for the 4th family crowd and only had 2 waitresses who were doing it all. I even joked about jumping behind the bar and slinging drinks. One of the waitresses looked at me with hope in her eyes…but I didn’t do it. Their management team should be smacked silly for their lack of prep.
The food was good, even if it did take longer than it should’ve. After lunch, we walked along the river, the kids got airbrushed tattoos and we visited the Clinton Presidential Libary. We left as a storm rolled in. (wish we would’ve had that luck on Saturday.)
That night, we were going to take the kids back to the river to see the fireworks, but they weren’t interested. So we left them to their own devices (I love having teens) and we adults grabbed a cab and headed back downtown…to Willy D’s, a dueling piano bar. Much fun was had that night. Maybe too much fun. Either way, it was another late night downtown and when I woke up on Saturday, I was hoarse from all the singing. Pictures were taken that night…but not by me. I’ll have to track those down though, cuz all photo evidence of that night must be pre-approved by me before posting. LOL
Whoot!
To my American friends…enjoy your 3 day weekend.
If you need me, I’ll be here:
before Brother Joe and clan arrive. We’re having Salsa Chicken, wild rice, and salad.
And beer.
You know, I realized that even though I’m down a size since March, I’m now stagnant in my weightloss again. I’ve reverted back to some bad habit *koff* beer *koff* and I’ve stopped walking and going to the gym. I gotta get back on the wagon. So, after the 4th, I’m back on track. There will be no more very little partying. I can’t stop now!
I got a text from Grant. They’re having a blast at the Lake of the Ozarks. Can you imagine the havoc 20 or so hot British Soccer players are causing right about now? I bet there isn’t a cold bed in that county this week.
Those were the days…
For Mother’s Day, I plan to continue cleaning my house then watch the Season Finale of Survivor in peace. I may make the family watch it with me. Rader likes Survivor, so he’ll watch. Either way, that’s what I want.
I took a quiz this morning to find out who my inner rock chick is. Heh.
You Are Ani Difranco! |
 Honest, real, and well liked. You’re not limited by any boundaries. “And you can call me crazy But I think you’re as lazy as white paint on the wall” |
Who’s yours?
Ian had confirmation last night. We were almost blown away by a tornado, but we survived. I have no idea if the sirens went off–the church was quite loud. It was a bilingual service and we had 65 kids to confirm, so it was a very long service. Thankfully, it wasn’t the 3 hours we were told it would be. I think they told us to prepare for 3 hours so that when the service was ‘only’ 2 hours long, we’d be grateful.
I’ll post pictures when I can find my camera cord. Sigh.
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 