Thanks to Bonnie for posting this!

Fame!

Which musical are you?
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Thanks to Bonnie for posting this!

Fame!

Which musical are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

I’m sitting here watching last week’s Survivor; Exile Island.

How? you ask.

Tivo, you answer.

No, I say. Not Tivo.

Hmm. You contemplate, scratching your head. Not Tivo? Then how?

The Pam, I answer. I’m watching last week’s Survivor because of The Pam.

You see, The Pam used her Tivo to record Survivor and then she used her fancy shmancy DVD burner-thingy to burn a copy of the show and she mailed it to me. So, now I’m watching it.

I love Pam.

And can I say, the little girls on this show are getting on my last ever-loving-nerve.

I’m sitting here watching last week’s Survivor; Exile Island.

How? you ask.

Tivo, you answer.

No, I say. Not Tivo.

Hmm. You contemplate, scratching your head. Not Tivo? Then how?

The Pam, I answer. I’m watching last week’s Survivor because of The Pam.

You see, The Pam used her Tivo to record Survivor and then she used her fancy shmancy DVD burner-thingy to burn a copy of the show and she mailed it to me. So, now I’m watching it.

I love Pam.

And can I say, the little girls on this show are getting on my last ever-loving-nerve.

So, I’ve been in a bit of a funk over the past month. Not really a personal funk, but a writing funk. The woman I worship who spends way too much time analyzing crap says that writing is a lot like dieting. You hit a plateau and no matter how much you starve yourself, exercise, and stop smelling the bacon grease, you just can’t get over that hump.

I guess I’m sitting in that pit of bacon grease which is my writing…trying to push past this plateau.

But I’m not really pushing through so much as I’m treading in the grease. It’s very messy.

HOWEVER!

There is good news on the horizon! My posse and I are headed to Gatlinburg, TN for a writing retreat next week. We have rented a cabin and will be spending 5 days tapping away at our keyboards. Last February we did this in Dauphin Island, AL. (Kinda hard to do this year, since Katrina and her waves took most of Dauphin Island with her. Bitch) It was fabulous and it was just the ticket I needed to push me through to the end of my first completed novel.

Let’s hope this little slice of heaven will be just what I need to jump out of the writing grease and into the fount of motivation.

So, I’ve been in a bit of a funk over the past month. Not really a personal funk, but a writing funk. The woman I worship who spends way too much time analyzing crap says that writing is a lot like dieting. You hit a plateau and no matter how much you starve yourself, exercise, and stop smelling the bacon grease, you just can’t get over that hump.

I guess I’m sitting in that pit of bacon grease which is my writing…trying to push past this plateau.

But I’m not really pushing through so much as I’m treading in the grease. It’s very messy.

HOWEVER!

There is good news on the horizon! My posse and I are headed to Gatlinburg, TN for a writing retreat next week. We have rented a cabin and will be spending 5 days tapping away at our keyboards. Last February we did this in Dauphin Island, AL. (Kinda hard to do this year, since Katrina and her waves took most of Dauphin Island with her. Bitch) It was fabulous and it was just the ticket I needed to push me through to the end of my first completed novel.

Let’s hope this little slice of heaven will be just what I need to jump out of the writing grease and into the fount of motivation.

Yeah, I’ve been pretty quiet lately, but I have a really good reason.

Well, not a *good* reason, but a real reason.

We had a death in the family last week. Mark’s uncle passed away suddenly and we picked up and rushed home to see family and do the funeral thing.

His death was very tragic for so many reasons. He was only 48 (actually, he turned 49 on Sunday, so they had Happy Birthday balloons at his memorial service). He left a wife who didn’t work and an 18 year old daughter.

This is tough stuff.

And what did I take away from all this?

1. Get life insurance.
2. Be very specific about what you want if you die. Burial or cremation? Organ donation (This should be SOP for everyone, but don’t get me started on that soap box) Party or funeral? Hymns or rockband?
3. Get life insurance.
4. Don’t take life for granted. As one of Frank’s nephews said, “Tomorrow is not a guarantee.”

Okay. That’s enough of that. Now you know where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. Back to normal blogging soon.

By the way, Mark and I spent the weekend explaining our desires should anything ever happen to us. We have taken the “Take what you can use and burn the rest” plan of action. And then throw a big ass party. Celebrate us. And put a big ass plaque up somewhere to remember us.

As if you could ever forget us. hah.

Yeah, I’ve been pretty quiet lately, but I have a really good reason.

Well, not a *good* reason, but a real reason.

We had a death in the family last week. Mark’s uncle passed away suddenly and we picked up and rushed home to see family and do the funeral thing.

His death was very tragic for so many reasons. He was only 48 (actually, he turned 49 on Sunday, so they had Happy Birthday balloons at his memorial service). He left a wife who didn’t work and an 18 year old daughter.

This is tough stuff.

And what did I take away from all this?

1. Get life insurance.
2. Be very specific about what you want if you die. Burial or cremation? Organ donation (This should be SOP for everyone, but don’t get me started on that soap box) Party or funeral? Hymns or rockband?
3. Get life insurance.
4. Don’t take life for granted. As one of Frank’s nephews said, “Tomorrow is not a guarantee.”

Okay. That’s enough of that. Now you know where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. Back to normal blogging soon.

By the way, Mark and I spent the weekend explaining our desires should anything ever happen to us. We have taken the “Take what you can use and burn the rest” plan of action. And then throw a big ass party. Celebrate us. And put a big ass plaque up somewhere to remember us.

As if you could ever forget us. hah.

Well, after not being able to make myself write tonight, I decided to see what was on tv.

I watched Project Runway Season Two from beginning to where we are now. Yes, now I’ve seen every show twice, but I don’t care. I love that show.

Then, I started flipping trying to find something else… A movie. Maybe Pay Per View…something. So I flipped to HBO and saw that Million Dollar Baby had just started.

I haven’t seen it yet. I knew how it ended so I’d been avoiding it. I knew it was a tear jerker and everytime it’s been on, I’ve thought–“Nah. Not tonight.”

Well, tonight was the night.

What an amazing movie. I cried like a baby. If you haven’t seen it yet, it’s on HBO right now. Go watch it. Hurry up. Go. Now.

You won’t regret it.

*spoilers and opinion to follow*

Now, I will say, there were parts of that movie that I found unbelievable. Like, when chickie-poo took the cheap shot after the bell rang…you know, the shot that did Maggie in? The ref had warned chickie-poo that one more time and she would be disqualified. So, why were they saying Maggie lost the fight? That made no sense to me.

And the other part that was difficult for me to swallow was the bed sores. I know she couldn’t move, but honestly, they would move her. Maybe I’m wrong, but I’m thinking those bed sores would’ve brought on some major lawsuits… They would’ve done everything they could to avoid that. She would’ve had and PT/OT and they would’ve moved her from that bed more often.

Those two things really stuck out at me and bugged the crap out of me.

I still cried, though. What a heart wrenching flick. Hilary Swank deserved that Oscar. It was a helluva movie.

Well, after not being able to make myself write tonight, I decided to see what was on tv.

I watched Project Runway Season Two from beginning to where we are now. Yes, now I’ve seen every show twice, but I don’t care. I love that show.

Then, I started flipping trying to find something else… A movie. Maybe Pay Per View…something. So I flipped to HBO and saw that Million Dollar Baby had just started.

I haven’t seen it yet. I knew how it ended so I’d been avoiding it. I knew it was a tear jerker and everytime it’s been on, I’ve thought–“Nah. Not tonight.”

Well, tonight was the night.

What an amazing movie. I cried like a baby. If you haven’t seen it yet, it’s on HBO right now. Go watch it. Hurry up. Go. Now.

You won’t regret it.

*spoilers and opinion to follow*

Now, I will say, there were parts of that movie that I found unbelievable. Like, when chickie-poo took the cheap shot after the bell rang…you know, the shot that did Maggie in? The ref had warned chickie-poo that one more time and she would be disqualified. So, why were they saying Maggie lost the fight? That made no sense to me.

And the other part that was difficult for me to swallow was the bed sores. I know she couldn’t move, but honestly, they would move her. Maybe I’m wrong, but I’m thinking those bed sores would’ve brought on some major lawsuits… They would’ve done everything they could to avoid that. She would’ve had and PT/OT and they would’ve moved her from that bed more often.

Those two things really stuck out at me and bugged the crap out of me.

I still cried, though. What a heart wrenching flick. Hilary Swank deserved that Oscar. It was a helluva movie.