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how was your weekend?

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Mine was all good. Saturday, Fishdog and I took the boys to the local microbrewery, Vino’s for pizza (and of course, beer us “adults.”) Then we headed over to the school to watch the 7th and 8th grade girls play basketball. That was a lot of fun.

What was even more fun was watching my son crush hard on this girl. He really likes her. They’re “dating” now. Not that you can really date in 8th grade, but what else can you call it? Anyway, when he looks at her or talks about her, his ears turn red.

Cutest. Thing. Ever.

Saturday night, Fishdog and I took Rader to see the Spiderwick Chronicles. I haven’t read the books, but the movie was very cute. I’m betting the books are loads better. I hated the cheesy way they filmed the ending of the movie. I’m sure that in the books it was less melodramatic and super cheesy. It almost ruined a perfectly lovely film for me. Rader enjoyed it.

We would’ve gone to see Jumper, but Ian and his girlfriend went and I didn’t want them to feel like I was watching over them. (though I totally wanted to spy)

Today is a holiday, so the kids are out of school. I’m going to get them out of the house at some point. But until then, I’ve got to get back to work on my new proposal.

Check you later, bitches.

dancing the blues away

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Tonight’s Play List

Love Me or Leave Me by Rooney
Ruby by Kaiser Chiefs
Muddy Ground by The Charlatans UK
Frying Pan Eyes by Golden Smog
Think Twice by Eve 6
Deep by Nickelback
Deny by Default
Gotta Get Away by The Offspring

Yeah, I’m mixing it up tonight…trying to get out of a funk. I hate it when I’m feeling pouty and negative. One of my biggest goals this year was to cut as much negativity out of my life and focus on only the good. Focus on people and thoughts that uplift my spirit.

Sometimes it’s damn hard to be a cheerleader. And I don’t mean a rah-rah girl in the sense that I’m chipper all the time. I just mean it’s hard not to dwell on those ugly feelings when down. And something happened today that really brought me down. But I’m better now. Promise.

So, I cranked up the tunes and started dancing around the house. I totally looked like a fool, but by the 3rd song, I was feeling 100% better.

Then I cracked open the bottle of Cakebread Sauvignon Blanc that I had planned to have for Valentine’s Night with Fishdog, but he won’t be home now until Friday night, so I decided it would go to much better use tonight. Sorry Fishdog. You missed out. Maybe we’ll have another bottle after my next sale to celebrate. (or would that be salebrate?) For V-day, my mom and I are taking the boys to Cheeburger, Cheeburger–their fave burger place. I am going to fast all day so I can eat my yummy guacamole burger with chipotle sauce and Tobasco. Oh my. My mouth just watered.

Sadly, I no longer get the appeal of Valentine’s day. I guess I’ve become a cynic in my old age. Who knew? I write romantic stories but poo-poo V-day. I’m a walking enigma.

You know what my problem with V-day is? The lack of planning. Men and women alike feel compelled to get their loved one something and so they just run out and grab whatever they think will work. Last minute flowers from Kroger, the last Whitman’s sampler from Walgreens, the Air Supply music card…(oh wait, I totally wanted that card). If you’re gonna do V-day, do it right. Surprise him or her and plan for it. (what a concept) Don’t do like the rest of the idiots I saw shopping at Walgreens tonight. I would rather get a single tulip on a random Tuesday than last minute flowers from the grocery store on Valentine’s Day. And I would love, just once, to be surprised.

And you can surprise me on any day…not just V-day.

So, there’s your unsolicited Valentine’s Day advice from a woman who used to love all holidays. Now if you’ll excuse me, Buckcherry’s Crazy Bitch is playing now, and I must dance.

6 unimportant things

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Seriously, the tagging must stop. I was tagged by both Kwana and Louisa, so I must play along:

Rules:
1. Link back to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your blog entry.
5. Let the tagged people know by leaving a comment on their blogs.

SIX UNIMPORTANT THINGS ABOUT MYSELF:

  1. I’m a Pisces
  2. I misspell Pisces every time I type it.
  3. I don’t like ‘old’ movies. Or musicals (with the exception of two or three)
  4. I read my first romance novel when I was 13. (Kathleen Woodiwiss)
  5. I don’t eat shredded coconut because it tastes like grass.
  6. Like Louisa, if it comes between chocolate or lemon dessert…it’s lemon every time.

Okay, I think the whole world has been tagged. If not, and you wanna play, please do so and let me know!

morning people

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I’ve never been a morning person. As a matter of fact, I used to refer to those blasted folks (Fishdog)who rise from sleep all chipper and shit, as people who suffer from Morning Syndrome.

But as I’ve gotten older lately, I’m realizing I’m becoming one of those people.

I wake up before 6 a.m. every day. On my own. Before my alarm. And I’m awake-awake. Not just “my eyes are open” awake. And for those of you who don’t think “before 6” is early–go away. It is.

Knowing I have to get up in a half hour anyway, I usually just get out of bed. Sometimes I lay there and do some “serious thinking” about my book. (we don’t call it plotting, because what I do is the loosest form of plotting known to man.) This is where I came up with my brilliant new title for my brilliant new YA that I’m working on. I woke up, it was early, and the title just JUMPED into my head. I love it when that happens, though I hate having to get out of bed to act on it.

I wouldn’t mind being a morning person if the bed wasn’t so damn warm and comfortable. I hate leaving my snuggly cocoon, even if I am wide-freaking awake. And sweet Ruby is always burrowed against me and Fishdog’s feet are always keeping mine warm. But no. I must do what I must do. Motherhood calls. Breakfast must be fixed (today was waffles). Kids must be micromanaged (how many times did I tell Rader to brush his teeth today? Anyone care to guess?) The dogs must be fed and let outside. The cats must be worshipped. And the blog must be written.

See the sacrifices I make for you?

Tell me, are you a morning person on purpose? Have you always been? Or are you slowly becoming one as you get older ?

the unveiling

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Fine. I’ll fess up. This is the one I chose.

This picture (#2 in the line up) was hands down my favorite of them all. I was honestly surprised at how many folks chose the serious looking hand-to-face shot. And though I liked the mug photo, it felt just a little bit too, “Maxwell House” to me.

So it came down to the two “Smiling” pics.

What really surprised me the most was that my favorite was the least favorite of the masses. As soon as I saw the picture, I knew it would be the one I would use. It just felt relaxed and warm and real. Some of the others just looked posed and I really didn’t want to go that route.

Anyway, as the lovely Terri Garey said, you better like the one you pick, because you’re stuck with it for a long time. So, I went with my gut and against the popular choice. But it sure was fun seeing what everyone said.

another milestone in this publishing biz

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Today, I get my author photos taken. How cool is that?

These photos will be in my author promo kit the publisher will be sending out to booksellers, etc. You know, to create buzz. So my picture has to be buzz-inspiring.

I could wear a bee costume. Of course then I would just look like the “bee girl” from that Blind Melon video, all growed up. I’m not sure that’s the kind of buzz I want to create. (btw, I loved that video and I related so much to bee girl when that song came out. I wonder whatever happened to her)

Anyway, stay tuned for some pics. Probably, I’ll have you guys vote…and maybe I’ll listen. You never know with me.

Here enjoy the video while you wait…