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I woke up again!

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I tried another NEW THING AT THE GYM yesterday and again, I didn’t die in my sleep! This is becoming a habit I think.

I blogged about my ZUMBA experience over at Fat Chicks Running so don’t forget to pop over and read all about it.

What’s on your agenda today? During my cleaning frenzy last weekend, I never did make it to my living room/desk area. I’m considering tackling that today. And taxes. I have to tackle taxes. Both things I don’t want to do but both things HAVE to be done. So, I’m thinking both of those things are priority numero uno.

This weekend we have our first all day soccer tournament. Of course, it was 70 degrees here two days ago, tomorrow is supposed to be 51. WTF? I mean, dude, I do NOT want to sit outside and watch these games like a granny with an afghan on my lap. I suppose I could take my Scooby Doo Blanket and wear my skull cap, huh?

Today is supposed to be pretty and in the 60s. I am suffering from spring fever so bad! I will definitely get outside and run today.

Oh and in Harriet the Head news, I think she’s having an affair with Grim now. He came by for a visit last night and flirted with Harriet all night. I mean, who knew? It was annoying after a while, so I finally took some benadryl to force Harriet to shut up and go to sleep.

Have a good weekend y’all!

I see you…

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I had lots of traffic yesterday. You guys must really like reading about dry humping. Of course, who am I kidding? Everyone likes to read about dry humping! And making out in broad daylight!

I would also like to welcome the 9 new readers who googled ‘Melissa Francis nude, naked, and hot.’ I hope you found what you were looking for. Oh wait, you didn’t, but I hope you liked what you found anyway.

And to the person who googled MILF, found my site, then searched my site with terms like ‘jumping MILF’s bones’ and ‘MILF wanted’ and ‘how to seduce a MILF’ let first say, welcome. Then let me tell you, if you’re unsure how to seduce a MILF, I’ll be holding a workshop soon, so stay tuned. Okay, that’s totally a lie. If you don’t know how to seduce a MILF then I can’t help ya buddy.

Yesterday was an “airquote” snow day here in Little Rock. I “airquote” because there was no snow. There was barely any ice. It had all melted by 8:00 and the kids could easily have gone to school. But Little Rock Schools wanted to be preemptive, so they canceled school because the weather dudes were predicted Global Freezing by 1:00 and that we’d be covered in ice ad snow this morning.

Um. Not. So. Much.

It was cold yesterday so I spent the day wrapped up in my Scooby-Doo comfortor and a skull cap. A friend of mine is in LA this week, so I took a pic of myself in my hat and sent it with the message ‘Enjoy the warm weather. I’m freezing.’ (I couldn’t get the Red-Eye correction tool to work, so please ignore my inner demon)

Do you know what I got in return?
‘Don’t worry, I will.’

Nice. Thanks for crushing what was left of my spirit there pal. Good thing I’m so awesome that I can overcome even the meanest of mean.

Hope y’all had a good Tuesday. Back to writing today. I struggled at first, but wound up with a good number of pages again yesterday. This book might get done afterall!

glorious rain and 14 year old boys

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We haven’t had rain in probably two months here at Chez Francis. But for the last two and a half days, that has changed.

It’s been raining a steady amount. And the temps are amazingly fantastic. Fall temperatures in the morning. Like right now, it’s in the 60s! I mean, WOW! The high is supposed to be 80 today. That’s the normal sunrise temperature for August so this is a blessed relief.

This is the last official week of summer. The boys had their long hairs cut off the other day. Now they are both back to their good Catholic school boy look. Though there is nothing ‘good’ about either one of those boys.

For example.

Yesterday I was teasing the boys about my upcoming week at the beach. I showed them the house I would be staying in and this is the conversation that followed:

Ian says: Take me. Pleeeease.
Me: No. It’s just me and 12 other women.
Ian: oOh women. How old?
Me: 29 and up
Ian: (eyes and smile get wide) 29 huh? perfect.
Me: Ian! Don’t be a pig!
Ian: I’m not a pig, I use a Trojan brand condom.

Yes, that’s what he said. It’s from a commercial…see below for the hilarious TV version. The radio one ends with “Don’t be a pig. Use a Trojan brand condom.”

Oh what have I created?

let the making of fun begin

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Yesterday my friend stinkydog announced her intention to openly mock anyone wearing these shoes.

Let the mocking begin, because I ordered myself a pair.

NOT because I think they’ll make me skinny, cuz that’s just BS. But because I thought they were really freaking cute. I ordered them in bronze. No fringe. (sorry stinky, even I couldn’t go there)

I love flip-flops and I needed a brown bronze pair, so there. They are really cute and if they actually do make me skinny, then the joke’s on you.

Speaking of not so skinny, I exercised quite a bit this week, but apparently not enough to do any scale damage. I was up a half a pound which SUCKS ASS. Especially since I worked really hard this week to stay within the parameters of the diet. The good news is, I’m down like 5 inches…so I guess it is working, one way or another.

I watched Top Chef last night. I just love this show–but am I the only one who thinks this season is full of a bunch of entitled whiny titty-babies? Good lord. I needed a valium by the time the show was over. Dale stresses me out. And what was up with Spike goading Jen like that. And dudes, don’t you guys know that when the judges are talking to you and telling you that your dish sucks, you should just nod and say “you’re right. I can do better.” Damn. I think half the time the chef that gets so defensive is just talking themselves into a trip home.

On the storm front, we’re supposed to be getting more tornadoes today. Fun stuff.

What’s going on in Thursday-ville for you guys? Anything fun?

Lovely Amanda is talking about Jane Austen over at Fictionistas…

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hella storms

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I did NOT wake in a better mood today. Sometime between midnight and the rising of the Grim Reaper, an intergalactic battle was fought over my house.

Worse. Curse. Ever.
(watch the video when you get a chance. It will make you laugh. There is some cursing so it may not be work safe…use headphones. Totally worth watching though. Promise.)

Lightning struck somewhere nearby and it lit up the sky like the Vegas Strip. My entire room was blue/white for multiple seconds. It was like someone flicked on a fluorescent light then flipped it back off. That was freaky. But the thunderboom following it–WORSE. CURSE. EVER. Seriously, I came off the bed screaming and my 14 year old boy came running into our room in a panic. It was louder than a sonic boom.

And that’s when the battle began. I have no other way of describing it. I thought the storms we had a few weeks ago were bad, but I was wrong. The freaky weird cone of silence we had last week was bad, but at least it was quiet. (okay, deathly quiet. But the key word here is QUIET)

The storm carried on for about an hour and a half. I would get to sleep just to be awakened by another clap of thunder or another flash of fluorescent. Finally we thought the storm was dulling some. The lightning and thunder were still persistent, but not as loud or bright. That’s when the firetrucks came.

All 5 million of them.

Sigh.

Right up the street, they blared and parked two houses down from me. At this point, I thought maybe I had died and that my eternal punishment was the land of no sleep. Honestly–that would be a very good punishment for me. Nothing is more frustrating to me. I just don’t exist well without some rest. (like at least 8 hours–though I can get by on 6 a few days a week)

Anyway, Fishdog came to my rescue this morning. (as always. That man is a dream hubby) When my alarm went off, I begged him to please take the kids this morning, even though I know he didn’t sleep much after 3:00 a.m. either. I should’ve sucked it up, but he manages better on fewer hours of wink time than I do.

I slept til 9:45. I mean. WOW is that late for me.

I still have a headache, but it’s nothing that 3 advil and some coffee won’t cure. Obviously, I did get some sleep finally because I feel better today than I did yesterday. This is a very good thing.

Today I start working on LOVE SUX! I have the first chapter mostly written. I’m going to Michael Hauge my plot so that I know the story makes sense. My goal is to have the first draft finished by Summer. I am stoked about the story. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I am now ready to take AJ’s issues to the next level. It’s not going to be fun for our vampy little heroine. Poor girl.

I totally enjoyed all y’all’s lists yesterday. (like my southern pluralism of y’all?) Fishdog said he felt left out (hence the Chad Lowe comment) but he was wrong. There are three songs on my happy list that are reserved only for him. And he should’ve known that. When you get three songs on my happy list, obviously, you make me happy. Duh.

How did y’all sleep last night and what do you do when you don’t get enough? Or do you exist just fine, like my hubby does?

Don’t forget to swing by Fictionistas today to check out Rhonda’s post on guy-o-mancy…

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tornados and southern living

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I’m here. I’m here. No I don’t want to be. Last night I didn’t sleep well at all…and I’ve actually been checking the time since about 4 a.m. but I refused to get out of bed until 6:30 today. Painful.

I guess I should be grateful I have a bed at all. Tornadoes ripped through Arkansas on Tuesday night, then continued on through to Oxford, MS. Thankfully, nobody I know was injured, but sadly, AR suffered several deaths. I called to check on our house in Oxford, and it’s still standing. No trees or debris or anything.

Tornado season can be pretty scary, but I guess having grown up with them, I don’t really sweat them that much. I’ve only been truly scared as the sirens were going off a couple of times in my life. You can feel a difference in the air when it’s time to get scared. I generally don’t get worried until it gets really, really quiet. Or when the sky turns green. That’s some creepy shit.

Funny though, the thought of a hurricane or earthquake terrifies me. I know, it makes no sense. I guess it’s just what you grow up with.

The tornadoes ripped across the south and many homes and lives were lost. If you would like to help, here’s how.