So, we had our office party Thursday night.

Heavy appetizers, cash bar, free soft drinks, and a band.

The band was okay. Last year’s was better. For some reason, this year they thought it was a good idea to start off slowly–Kenny G. slowly.

Gimme a break.

So, we sat through an hour of that crap and when people started leaving the band got a clue. So they livened it up a bit by putting me in a time machine and catapulting me back to 1990 with the Electric Slide. (yes, I know, technically it took me back circa ’76, but I didn’t actually start doing the Electric Slide until I started bar hopping. Work with me.)

Look. I have proof. (I can’t believe I’m posting these)

The party was fun, once we got it going. I have to say, it’s a sad state of affairs when the accounting group is the life of the party. Here I am with my friend (and, technically, my boss and her hubby and my hubby.

From Left to Right: Me, Randy, Allison, and my hubby-Mark

Happily Ever After.
The End.

Tomboy

What’s your sexual appeal?
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heh. That’s about right.

Tomboy

What’s your sexual appeal?
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heh. That’s about right.

I love music. I love everything from the concept of composing a new song, writing lyrics, hearing the first melodies, listening to the finished product.

I can’t do any of that stuff, but I love the idea of music.

I also love it when I have a physical reaction to a song. Sometimes it’s a lyric that makes my heart skip a beat like, It’s Been Awhile, by Staind. Or just the melody of a song that grabs you like, The Mummer’s Dance, by Loreena McKennitt.

And now, I can add James Blunt to my list. His song You’re Beautiful affects me like no song has in a LONG time. It’s haunting and sad and beautiful. My heart literally races when I hear the first notes. And then his voice: wow. It’s an odd mixture of echo and melody. At first, I thought I would hate his voice, but then it just washed through me and I found myself drowning in it.

So, yesterday I listened to his album, Back to Bedlam and now I’m completely hooked.

I listen to music when I write. I form a soundtrack in my head that is appropriate for the story and I play those songs over and over. For my current novel, it’s been country music. But, I’m afraid Mr. Blunt has found his way into my head and into my book. There is another song on the album, Goodbye Lover, which is very appropriate for an upcoming scene.

Now, I just hope Mr. Mel sees this and takes note. Christmas isn’t very far away.

p.s. Mr. Mel, if you’re reading this–UPDATE YOUR BLOG.

I love music. I love everything from the concept of composing a new song, writing lyrics, hearing the first melodies, listening to the finished product.

I can’t do any of that stuff, but I love the idea of music.

I also love it when I have a physical reaction to a song. Sometimes it’s a lyric that makes my heart skip a beat like, It’s Been Awhile, by Staind. Or just the melody of a song that grabs you like, The Mummer’s Dance, by Loreena McKennitt.

And now, I can add James Blunt to my list. His song You’re Beautiful affects me like no song has in a LONG time. It’s haunting and sad and beautiful. My heart literally races when I hear the first notes. And then his voice: wow. It’s an odd mixture of echo and melody. At first, I thought I would hate his voice, but then it just washed through me and I found myself drowning in it.

So, yesterday I listened to his album, Back to Bedlam and now I’m completely hooked.

I listen to music when I write. I form a soundtrack in my head that is appropriate for the story and I play those songs over and over. For my current novel, it’s been country music. But, I’m afraid Mr. Blunt has found his way into my head and into my book. There is another song on the album, Goodbye Lover, which is very appropriate for an upcoming scene.

Now, I just hope Mr. Mel sees this and takes note. Christmas isn’t very far away.

p.s. Mr. Mel, if you’re reading this–UPDATE YOUR BLOG.

I’m sure many of you have been to sites like Mullets Galore or Rate My Mullet and laughed your non-mullet wearing ass off at the pictures. Many of us laugh because we once broke the cardinal rule and wore a mullet ourselves. (Yes, I had a mullet. I was in Jr. High. I thought it was cool. I was wrong.)

So, today, the fam and I are in Wal-Mart (hmmm, mullet, walmart, Mississippi–y’all are all shocked aren’t ya) buying up the colored christmas lights in hopes to rival The Griswalds this year. We have a basket full of goodies and we decide to go to the toy section when all of a sudden, this man is in front of me.

And my mouth drops open.

I’m staring.

Disbelief is coursing through me.

Did he mean to do that with his hair? Did his clippers give out on him mid haircut? Should I show him where the clippers are? What color is that, exactly? Is it supposed to be blonde? Cuz it’s more like gold straw. Could he be Rumplestiltskin? No. surely not.

And my husband, who is a quick thinker walked behind dude and snapped a picture with his phone:

When Bad Hair Gets Worse

I’m sure many of you have been to sites like Mullets Galore or Rate My Mullet and laughed your non-mullet wearing ass off at the pictures. Many of us laugh because we once broke the cardinal rule and wore a mullet ourselves. (Yes, I had a mullet. I was in Jr. High. I thought it was cool. I was wrong.)

So, today, the fam and I are in Wal-Mart (hmmm, mullet, walmart, Mississippi–y’all are all shocked aren’t ya) buying up the colored christmas lights in hopes to rival The Griswalds this year. We have a basket full of goodies and we decide to go to the toy section when all of a sudden, this man is in front of me.

And my mouth drops open.

I’m staring.

Disbelief is coursing through me.

Did he mean to do that with his hair? Did his clippers give out on him mid haircut? Should I show him where the clippers are? What color is that, exactly? Is it supposed to be blonde? Cuz it’s more like gold straw. Could he be Rumplestiltskin? No. surely not.

And my husband, who is a quick thinker walked behind dude and snapped a picture with his phone:

When Bad Hair Gets Worse

That’s right y’all–Judd the Dudd is G-O-N-E.

Anyone crying in their cornflakes over that one? (insert Jon Stewart imitating W’s laugh here)

NOT ME.

But I have to wonder at how smart a move that really was for everyone…especially Steph.

Steph controlled Dudd. He was her love-slave. She could’ve told him to gnaw on the trees and ‘rassle the crocodiles and he would’ve done it like a good little mouth-breathing-cromagnon. Besides, Dudd was Steph’s only real chance of winning this game. If she would have take him to the final two, she might’ve won. Probably not, but he was definitely her best chance.

Dudd may have been an idiot, but he was a loyal idiot. Loyal to Steph, that is. And now that she’s fucked him over, he’s gonna bend her over the jury box and give it to her like the maneating backstabbing beast she is.

Do you think she’s realized what a mistake she’s made yet?

Now, I love Rafe and would really love to see him win, BUT, getting rid of Dudd really opened up another possibility for the game. The girls could band together and get rid of Rafe. (yes, I know, technically he’s a girl) We could have an all chick final four. None of the women have been smart enough to pull that off until this year. This group might be able to do it, despite Lydia.

Right now, I’m pulling for Danni and Rafe to be in the final two. But, if we could do an all girl final two, I’m pulling for Danni and Steph. That way, Steph could be close enough to taste the money and have it ripped away from her by Dudd.

Hey Steph! Payback’s a cold bitch; are y’all related?

That’s right y’all–Judd the Dudd is G-O-N-E.

Anyone crying in their cornflakes over that one? (insert Jon Stewart imitating W’s laugh here)

NOT ME.

But I have to wonder at how smart a move that really was for everyone…especially Steph.

Steph controlled Dudd. He was her love-slave. She could’ve told him to gnaw on the trees and ‘rassle the crocodiles and he would’ve done it like a good little mouth-breathing-cromagnon. Besides, Dudd was Steph’s only real chance of winning this game. If she would have take him to the final two, she might’ve won. Probably not, but he was definitely her best chance.

Dudd may have been an idiot, but he was a loyal idiot. Loyal to Steph, that is. And now that she’s fucked him over, he’s gonna bend her over the jury box and give it to her like the maneating backstabbing beast she is.

Do you think she’s realized what a mistake she’s made yet?

Now, I love Rafe and would really love to see him win, BUT, getting rid of Dudd really opened up another possibility for the game. The girls could band together and get rid of Rafe. (yes, I know, technically he’s a girl) We could have an all chick final four. None of the women have been smart enough to pull that off until this year. This group might be able to do it, despite Lydia.

Right now, I’m pulling for Danni and Rafe to be in the final two. But, if we could do an all girl final two, I’m pulling for Danni and Steph. That way, Steph could be close enough to taste the money and have it ripped away from her by Dudd.

Hey Steph! Payback’s a cold bitch; are y’all related?

Humph.

Okay, the lovely Miss Robin Miller tagged me. So now I gotta play nice.

I don’t like to play nice. (Well, I do, but I’m trying to act annoyed so work with me here.)

I need to list 15 facts and personal preferences (quirks, habits, whatever) about books. FIFTEEN? See, Miss Robin Miller cheated by listing the same thing over and over again.

What a novel idea. (pun intended)

1. I love books.
2. I love bookstores.
3. I’ve never skipped to the back to read the ending first.
4. I have skipped to the first love scene before I bought a book.
5. I always read the first page before I buy a book.
6. I hate clinch covers. Abhor them even. The women either look worn out or constipated and the men look like plastic tranny dolls.
7. My first love in romance was Historicals. (specifically, medievals) (suck on that, miss-i-hate-historicals) 🙂
8. I hate being disappointed with a book. I feel robbed if I read a book that doesn’t capture me and draw me in and make me not care about the characters.
9. I spit on whiney heroines. And if they’re TSTL (too stupid too live)–I spit on them twice.
10. I hate wimpy heroes more. Why would I want to read a book about a man who can’t make a decision? Why would I care about some poor dufus that would rather hide than clear his name?
11. Worse than clinch covers are many of the computer-generated covers for e-books. I’d rather eat toenails than have a bad cover like some of those featured at Smart Bitches. Now if all e-covers were like my friends’ Kate Pearce and Sylvia Day, well, then we’d be in business.
12. I hate literary snobs who snub the world of romance because it’s popular. Good lord. That’s just as bad as not liking someone because everyone else seems to like them. Could it be possible that romance is popular because, hmmm, I don’t know, maybe, IT’S A GOOD READ? Sure, I’ve read some bad romance. But I’ve read some bad Lit Fic, too.
13. I love it when a book makes me want to read it again. When I dream about the characters. When I can’t wait to get home to read. I want to write that book for someone one day.
14. I love the feel of a brand new book. Hardcover, paperback, comic book, (excuse, I mean “graphic novel”)whatever book you give me. I love taking out of the bag and cracking the spine for the first time.
15. I love books.

Okay, my turn to pass it on. I’m going to tag 3 people I’ve never tagged before to see if they’re paying attention.

Ellen P., Pamela H., and Lucy S. It’s your turn! Let’s see who plays.