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oh noz, it’s the sleets!

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It spit a little sleet for about a minute and a half and the whole town has shut down. Good Lord. I do not understand. It’s not supposed to get any worse, and when you let the schools out, all the parents rush to pick the kids up and create gridlock.

It’s just a little bit of sleet. It’s not even sticking. The city workers can de-ice the bridges and overpasses if we’re not all on the damn freeway.

I bet money the stores have been wiped clean of their milk and bread. Because, as you all know, we can’t have sleet or snow without an ample supply of milk and bread.

Especially since it’s only supposed to be 54 degrees tomorrow. We may be stuck inside Forever. *rolling eyes*

working for the weekend?

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Not when you’re a writer! I am working TOWARD the weekend, but probably I will spend much of Saturday and Sunday butt-in-chair. It’s okay, though. Next weekend, I’m headed to KC with my best friend from high school to visit my best friend from college and one of my kids’ godfather, so I have to get this finished before I leave.

Cake, I tell you. Cake.

I made it to the gym this morning. One more day to go to meet my goal of 3 days this week. Maybe I’ll do a bonus 4th day just cuz I’m feeling good.

On my list of things to do today:

Work on manuscript
Buy a corkboard
Buy cake mix for school fundraiser
Do laundry and clean kitchen

On a sad note, I’m just sick about the death of Heath Ledger. Sigh. Not only was he beautiful to look at, but he was a brilliant, young actor and father. Anyway, I know there is death everyday and we put celebrities up on a ridiculously high pedestal and it seems weird to mourn a man that I never knew. But honestly, he seemed like a good egg–like he was one of the actors who could redeem Hollywood to some extent.

tuesday already?

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When the kids have a 3-day weekend, my week gets all messed up.

Today, I have a hair appointment. Then I need to come home and work on my manuscript. I had planned to go to the gym today, but I’m a little sore from yesterday’s workout, so I may not make it.

My fitness goals for the year are going well. I’ve had a couple of setbacks, but overall, I’ve lost a little over 10% toward my goal. I feel great. I’ve actually cut out coffee and diet sodas. It’s been over two weeks since I’ve had either. I didn’t really mean to cut them out, it just happened. So, I’m going with it.

Reading wise, I’ve been chipping away at my RITA books. My stack is interesting and I’m hoping that I’ll discover at least one new author…if not more.

What’s going on in your life today? Anything fun? Special? Nothing at all?

Happy Tuesday, y’all.

blast from the past

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Back in October, I blogged about having lunch with an old friend of mine from High School. In that post, I told the story of how we spent part of our 9th grade year as enemies, fighting over a boy. In that blog post, I named names.

You take a chance when you name someone in a blog, because people google themselves or their friends/family google them. And you have to decide if this is someone you possibly want to reconnect with or not. I had no problem reconnecting with Denton, so on the off chance he might find me, I named him.

Denton and I stayed pals throughout high school, even after he moved away from Bryant to Searcy. He joined the Marine Corps and we still stayed in touch. The last time I saw Denton was 10 years ago at our 10 year high school reunion.

If you haven’t figured out where this post is going, then you’re too slow to be reading my blog. Go away.

Anyway, Denton contacted me the other day. We emailed and chatted on the phone and I figure we’ll meet for lunch sometime soon.

Little known facts about the 9th grade love affair between Melissa McKenzie and Denton McDonald.

  1. Denton gave me my first hickey.
  2. He was the boy I made out with in the sheep barn at the state fair. (which is where #1 occurred) It’s been 23 years and I still think of him when I see any state fair commercial.
  3. We had school pictures the next day and I had to do my very best to hide my hickey. I still have that awful picture, which will NEVER be posted. Maybe. We’ll see. My hair was so bad…and I was wearing a mauve sweater.
  4. We had 2 songs (don’t ask me why I remember this) True, by Spandau Ballet and Islands in a Stream by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton (no, I am not making that up.)
  5. When I first fell for him, he had an afro. It was a perm, but I didn’t care, cuz to my little 14 year old heart, it was sexxxy. I have a picture still, somewhere. If I can get him to agree to it, I’m so gonna post it.
  6. He was the only boy I ever wore one of those split heart necklaces with and when we broke up, I threw my heart at him. Sooo dramatic. (like the one pictured, only it said something poignant like, together we are one...)
  7. Our senior year, we fooled around again, but never really dated again.
  8. He was really the only boyfriend I had during all of high school. I dated some, but never really did the whole “relationship” thing. Probably the smartest thing I ever did…

There you go. Little known facts that probably could’ve stayed swept under the rug.

In honor of this nostalgic moment, I give you: Spandau Ballet

i’m alllliiiiiiive!

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It’s true! I’m here! And upright! And Fever-Free!

Actually, I was all better yesterday…but I was so tired of sitting that I literally worked on the house from sun-up to sun-down. Fishdog gives a play-by-play on his blog. Don’t feel like you need to rush right over there and check it out. You’ve got time. He probably won’t post again for a month.

Today, I finish cleaning and hanging pictures and blinds, while I wait to hear from fab editor to see if she liked my inspired changes.

This week’s checklist:

  • Finish Chapter 1 Love Sux
  • Finish acknowledgments
  • Finish unpacking boxes
  • Clean my bedroom and purge clothing
  • Hang remaining window treatments
  • Prepare for possible snowday on Thursday (fingers crossed)
  • Go to the gym 3 days this week
  • Finally get stove top installed

What do you guys have going on? Anything fun?

not a real blog

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Feeling like I should blog today, but I really don’t have anything valuable to say. Since it’s 10:35 pm, I guess I’m pushing it with the ‘today’ comment.

I know, my lack of words is a shock to those of you who know me. Go ahead; take a moment to write this date down. January 7, 2008: Mel Francis was speechless.

Hah.

I really didn’t say I was speechless. I said I had nothing valuable to say. There is a difference. I can talk all damn day about nothing if I need to.

Today I spoke to both my fab agent and my fab editor. That was pretty cool.

Ian started his stint at Sylvan Learning Centers today. I’ll let you know how that goes.

Rader said his tongue looked normal all day. I think maybe he was disappointed that it no longer looked like Leatherface. I for one, am relieved.

Fishdog is going to Oxford this week. You guys take him out for a beer and get him on the soccer fields.

Oh! I got notification that I get to judge the RITAs this year. Now that is pretty cool. My first year as a “Published Author” so I get to judge the published books. Rockin’!

Hm. That’s really it, unless you wanna hear about the lawn guys who spent 2 hours next door blowing leaves and it was loud as shit because it was 75 degrees here and we had our windows open and the damn dogs barked at them the entire time.

Yeah, that was fun.

Love y’all. Maybe I’ll have a real blog tomorrow.

it’s vajority night

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Okay, there’s a new word out, according to the Urban Dictionary.

Vajority:

The majority of women.

As in:
The vajority will vote for Hillary in 2008.

So, thanks to Feisty’s fabulous suggestion, I’m taking vajority to the HNL ( ‘hole nubba lebel).

From now on, we’re no longer going to have Girl’s Night Out. Oh no. It’s Vajority Night.

C’mon ladies! Sing with me.

It’s Vajority Night, and I’m feeling right
Oh yes it’s Vajority Night, oh what a night. (oh what a night)

searches

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Okay, I can’t help myself. Here are the latest searches that brought a few unsuspecting folks to my blog:

  • melissa francis: Not me, i’m sure. Wonder how she’s gonna feel when people start googling her looking for me and my awesome books?
  • youngest nipples: nipple licking yes, we have that at my blog. youngest nipples? not so much.
  • fannys with big things up them: Um. Big fanny. Yes. Things up my big fanny? No. But thanks for stopping by.
  • drama preparation: there is no real preparation for our drama. It just happens and you either get an encore or you get booed to your room.
  • melissa francis husband: I know they want the reporter here…but I am still curious as to WHAT they want to know about her hubby. Maybe I’ll google it…
  • melissa francis hot: Yes. yes. I know. Thanks.
  • my hanes her way: hmmmm.
  • what to do on spare time: When you figure that out, let me know, mkay?
  • mel francis blog: Yeah! Looking for ME!
  • 70s ranch houses massachusetts: never lived in Massachusetts, but I have almost always lived in 70s ranch style
  • camel clutch: Huh. Camel toe I would expect. Camel clutch? Is that a purse? or a wrasslin’ hold?

happy 4:30 a.m.

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Ugh.

Obviously, I couldn’t sleep last night. Couldn’t seem to get comfy. I was going to write but, of course, now I’m sleepy.

I’m sure if I go back to bed, I’ll lay there and stare straight ahead.

I hate waking up predawn. It is one of my least favorite things of all time.

back to me

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Okay, I’m fully recovered. No more headaches. No more snot-filled sneezes. No more sleeping 20 out of 24 hours. I spent 2 hours and Sam’s Club yesterday buying the shit out of some bulk items and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I also took the boys shopping and that lasted about an hour. As Ian said, “Mom, we’re boys. Boys and shopping don’t mix.”

Whatever.

Ian had a $100 gift cert at Hollister and he spent $60. He’s totally right, boys and shopping don’t mix. Sigh. I would’ve spent $150 and assumed Mom would catch my overage. But hey, I’m a girl. That’s what we do.

Ruby has just found her place as Supreme Ruler of the Francis Household. Well, almost. The cats pity her because she believes she is the Supreme Ruler, but they know they are far superior. Poor misguided Pug.

I’m getting to know my MacBook and I like it for the most part. It has a couple of annoying little things to it, like it just stops connecting to the internet whenever it feels like it and I can’t just ‘reconnect’ it, I have to restart it. I’m sure there’s a setting somewhere that we haven’t found yet. But the good news is, the restart time is so much quicker than my PC. I never wanted to turn that damn thing off because it would be a good ten minutes before I could do anything. And that was a huge frustration.

Oh, I bought Fishdog the hardcover (I was 286 out of the 300 sold!) version of Wil Wheaton’s latest book, The Happiest Days of our Lives. I am trying to let Fishdog read it first, but I finally caved and read a story. Now I know my husband is going to totally dig this book. But I’m afraid he’s going to have to conquer Legends of Rock III before he’ll sit down and read it. Sigh. I’m beginning to think getting Rock Band might not be such a great idea…we’re all way too addicted already.

Happy Sunday, y’all. I’m about to grab my 2nd cuppa and pull up Love Sux and write a little. Gotta get the first chapter to editor by 1/15 (along with my acknowledgments, which I’m afraid might be a chapter by itself) Then I think I’m going to start plotting out (I use “plotting” in the loosest way possible)Back to Blue which is going to be a lot of fun.