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14 years and counting

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Happy Anniversary, Fishdog.

Heh. I miss the days of oversized spectacles and small waists. And Fishdog with hair. Lots of glorious hair. Funny what 14 years can do to ya:


2 kids and a couple of pantsizes later and still going strong.

14 years and counting

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Happy Anniversary, Fishdog.

Heh. I miss the days of oversized spectacles and small waists. And Fishdog with hair. Lots of glorious hair. Funny what 14 years can do to ya:


2 kids and a couple of pantsizes later and still going strong.

i’m at a loss…

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So my naughty river post about Steve Burns tickled me so much that it must’ve dried out my blogging river. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to blog about.

I have to say, if I’m forced to choose between a naughty river and my blogging river, naughty is gonna win, hands down. I figure that’s a win-win choice, anyway. Eventually, the naughty river should inspire a post…though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to actually publish it.

In the writing world, I’ve been slowly working away on Bite Me! as well as putting together a new proposal–this time an adult book. Carving time to write is sometimes difficult, but I seem to manage when I focus on it. It’s something I really want (and am now getting paid) to do, so I just make it a priority.

OH I KNOW WHAT I CAN TELL Y’ALL!

Okay, so the other day, a dude was in the office. He was an older dude, not old-old, but not a spring chicken either. He was waiting to interview with someone in the company. Our receptionist was away from the front so I asked old dude if I could help him.

He smiled and read my sweatshirt. (my sweatshirt reads: CAREFUL OR YOU’LL WIND UP IN MY NOVEL)

OLD DUDE: I wanna be in your novel. What kind of novel is it?
ME: A vampire novel
OLD DUDE: Oh. (look of dejection) I can’t be in that novel. Well, I guess you can make me an unwilling victim. Hey, did you hear that Anne Rice is a Christian now??
ME: You know, you can be a Christian and write fiction. It’s been known to happen. Honest.

I have no tolerance for that kind of thinking. None. What. So. Ever.

I try to be a fair minded individual but come on. To make an assumption about someone’s spirituality (or lack thereof) because of the type of fiction they write or read is ludicrous. It’s absurd. And it pisses me the fuck off.

But, if they want to make enough of a stink about it that it shoots me to the bestseller list, then go ahead. Stink away.

i’m at a loss…

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So my naughty river post about Steve Burns tickled me so much that it must’ve dried out my blogging river. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to blog about.

I have to say, if I’m forced to choose between a naughty river and my blogging river, naughty is gonna win, hands down. I figure that’s a win-win choice, anyway. Eventually, the naughty river should inspire a post…though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to actually publish it.

In the writing world, I’ve been slowly working away on Bite Me! as well as putting together a new proposal–this time an adult book. Carving time to write is sometimes difficult, but I seem to manage when I focus on it. It’s something I really want (and am now getting paid) to do, so I just make it a priority.

OH I KNOW WHAT I CAN TELL Y’ALL!

Okay, so the other day, a dude was in the office. He was an older dude, not old-old, but not a spring chicken either. He was waiting to interview with someone in the company. Our receptionist was away from the front so I asked old dude if I could help him.

He smiled and read my sweatshirt. (my sweatshirt reads: CAREFUL OR YOU’LL WIND UP IN MY NOVEL)

OLD DUDE: I wanna be in your novel. What kind of novel is it?
ME: A vampire novel
OLD DUDE: Oh. (look of dejection) I can’t be in that novel. Well, I guess you can make me an unwilling victim. Hey, did you hear that Anne Rice is a Christian now??
ME: You know, you can be a Christian and write fiction. It’s been known to happen. Honest.

I have no tolerance for that kind of thinking. None. What. So. Ever.

I try to be a fair minded individual but come on. To make an assumption about someone’s spirituality (or lack thereof) because of the type of fiction they write or read is ludicrous. It’s absurd. And it pisses me the fuck off.

But, if they want to make enough of a stink about it that it shoots me to the bestseller list, then go ahead. Stink away.

i’ll be your bitch, steve…

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Okay, I have a confession to make. It’s not a pretty one and it may shock some folks, but I can’t go on until I clear my conscience–or cleanse my soul. Or just say it out loud to make myself happy. Whatever.

I’m a naughty girl. (this is not my whole confession…merely an attempt at an explanation) I have always known myself to be slightly naughty, but then one morning a long time ago, as my child and I watched Nick Jr. , I discovered that my naughty river ran deep.

I developed a crush on Steve from Blue’s Clues.

It’s true. Even wearing that green striped shirt and with that stupid haircut, I found myself crushing on Steve. Deep inside my naughty river, I knew that Steve was more than Blue’s favorite playmate. That he needed an outlet for his creativity and (boy could I think of some creative ways to give him his outlet).

But the more I had these thoughts, the dirtier I felt. This is STEVE. From BLUE’S CLUES. I mean, what kind of sicko has thoughts like “I’ve got a clue for ya.” or “I’ll be your bitch.”

So, I repressed my dirty side and my naughty river dried up. Or so I thought.

Thanks to Feisty, my naughty river is running at full speed again. Hell, it’s crashed the dam and flooded all the little good girl villages that had successfully taken over during the drought.

You see, Steve Burns is an indie rocker. He’s a friend of The Flaming Lips and he has an album out and another one on the way.

And he’s sexxxy. Check out his MySpace Page. And I’m in LURVE again. But this time, my naughtiness is justified as there are no little blue dogs running around nipping at his feet and he’s not wearing that ugly ass green shirt and talking to salt and pepper shakers.

He’s rocking out and I’m now a very naughty fangirl.

i’ll be your bitch, steve…

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Okay, I have a confession to make. It’s not a pretty one and it may shock some folks, but I can’t go on until I clear my conscience–or cleanse my soul. Or just say it out loud to make myself happy. Whatever.

I’m a naughty girl. (this is not my whole confession…merely an attempt at an explanation) I have always known myself to be slightly naughty, but then one morning a long time ago, as my child and I watched Nick Jr. , I discovered that my naughty river ran deep.

I developed a crush on Steve from Blue’s Clues.

It’s true. Even wearing that green striped shirt and with that stupid haircut, I found myself crushing on Steve. Deep inside my naughty river, I knew that Steve was more than Blue’s favorite playmate. That he needed an outlet for his creativity and (boy could I think of some creative ways to give him his outlet).

But the more I had these thoughts, the dirtier I felt. This is STEVE. From BLUE’S CLUES. I mean, what kind of sicko has thoughts like “I’ve got a clue for ya.” or “I’ll be your bitch.”

So, I repressed my dirty side and my naughty river dried up. Or so I thought.

Thanks to Feisty, my naughty river is running at full speed again. Hell, it’s crashed the dam and flooded all the little good girl villages that had successfully taken over during the drought.

You see, Steve Burns is an indie rocker. He’s a friend of The Flaming Lips and he has an album out and another one on the way.

And he’s sexxxy. Check out his MySpace Page. And I’m in LURVE again. But this time, my naughtiness is justified as there are no little blue dogs running around nipping at his feet and he’s not wearing that ugly ass green shirt and talking to salt and pepper shakers.

He’s rocking out and I’m now a very naughty fangirl.