don’t judge me
Happy Independence Day!
don’t judge me
Happy Independence Day!
Okay, it was never for breakfast at my house. It is a canned meat-like product and it is not something I would eat. Not even diced and thrown into an omelet.
Spam is also junk email.
For some reason, this morning it struck me as funny that junk email was called Spam and I wondered why. So I did a little digging. Maybe this is public knowledge and I’ve just been out of the loop, but now I know.
It seems that the term Spam originated from one of my favorite Monty Python skits. You know, the Spam skit where the vikings sing “spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, Wonderful spam!” over and over again? Yes, well, apparently the meaning derived from that.
Something that keeps repeating and repeating to great annoyance.
For the story on how the term originated, go here.
What brought this on today? My new favorite Spam subject line.
“Read this or you’re gay.”
That’s right. If I didn’t read the email, I would turn gay. What’s a girl like me to do? Oh the dilemma.
I hit delete. So now what?
I’m over at Fictionistas today talking about nicknames. I’ve had my share of them–have you?
While I’m working my butt off today finishing up the revisions for LOVE SUCKS! y’all can tell me what fun things you did over the weekend.
And you can also swing by HAVE YOU BEEN BITTEN and read an excerpt from BITE ME! just click the ‘read an excerpt’ link under the book.
hmmm. What else is going on? Nothing really. Just feeling a little overwhelmed and behind lately. Trying to get myself together. Not an easy thing to accomplish when you’re just this side of whacked-out.
Oh, here’s an odd little tidbit I noticed last week. Almost every time I started the car, this song was on the radio. It happened so much, it became a game.

No, this is not about Def Leppard.
This is about Liv Tyler and how absolutely effing beautiful she is. She has the prettiest eyes on earth. Honestly. How could you look at her and say otherwise?
She’s one of the dream team of women for me. If I could pick bits and pieces from different women to make myself more awesomer than I already am, she would be lips and eyes.
(FWIW, Madonna would be back; Beyonce would be ass, Gwen Stefani would be attitude and waist…)
Anyway, tonight, I’m watching Armageddon. I was in the mood for pretty people, a love story, some action and a good cry.
Enter Armageddon.
While watching, I renewed my love for Aerosmith. Yes, I’m an 80s girl and I will always love them. But this song, it just gets me. And I had forgotten how it got to me. It’s a great song. And I still want to be Liv Tyler beautiful.
Summer is hands down my favorite season. People tend to complain about the heat and humidity, and yes, sometimes even I get a little too hot (heh, as if being too hot is a real problem) but the fact is, I love summer.
As a little girl, my daddy would take me camping for 2 weeks at a time. I remember pitching the tent, building fires, losing my fishing poles in the lake. (was devastated the year I lost my Snoopy rod. I mean, it was MY SNOOPY ROD AND REEL FOR CRISPIES’ SAKE!)
I still love to camp, but I prefer to do it in the fall months. Even if the heat and humidity doesn’t melt me, the inside of a tent tends to bake me somewhat. I’m too old for that now.
My parents have a place on Lake Ouachita and we go quite often. We’re all about drifting on the pontoon boat, partaking in a few beverages, soaking up the vitamin d and just enjoying the day. The video below is exactly what I love about summer. This is what we do…minus the girls on the stripper pole. Not that I’m opposed to girls on stripper poles…it’s just not something my 15 year old son is quite ready for!
What is your fave season? And what is the one thing you love most about summer?
Of course you did. I’m back, and I’m at Fictionistas blogging about my playlist for BITE ME! pop over and read about it, check the playlist out at my new site, and then enjoy the variety of the list with a few videos from the playlist below…
Have a great weekend!
It’s still raining here. It has pretty much rained everyday for two weeks. Happiness this does not make.
But I’m still singing. Because that’s what I do.
I love to sing. I suck at it, but I love to do it. I can’t help myself. I think it drives the family nuts, but whatever, they’ll eventually get over it or get used to it. Right?
I’m not the only ‘singer’ in my family though. Rader is constantly singing. It doesn’t matter if it’s a commercial, or a TV theme song, or a real song. He pretty much only has to hear it once and then he’s singing it. Word for word.
His favorites are the FREE CREDIT REPORT commercials. All of them. And for the record, I sing along with commercials, too.
It makes me smile every time he sings because deep down inside I know he inherited it from me. LOL
So it’s Friday. And yes, I know I have no right to be happy about it since I just returned from Sungoddessville, but I don’t care. I’m happy.
Oh and it’s also May Day. Have fun wrapping up those May Poles today… (hmmm, I’m gonna let the safe sex euphemism go I think. Yep. This is me, letting it go.)
This will be a busy weekend. Tonight I have a soccer game to attend as well as a meeting with the lovely and talented Stacey Jay over a workshop we’re doing for our local writing group. (have you picked up her book yet? YOU ARE SO UNDEAD TO ME is such a great read. Go forth and buy it now. And while you’re there, pre-order BITE ME! <–shameless plug. Sue me. It's my blog!) Then tomorrow morning, I'm headed to Oxford (hey peeps! I'll be there 1 day and 1 day only! I'm up for lunch if you wanna holla!) I have a meeting with a Realtor at 2:00, we're going to put the HOUSE THAT WILL NOT GO AWAY back on the market. I know it will sell this time, but damn, I don't ever wanna go through this again. After that I'm meeting up with multi-pubbed hottie author ACE ATKINS who has been pimping me like the high class hooker I am to all the booksellers he knows. And he has some stuff to discuss with me. Which means I’ll buy him a beer and soak up whatever he has to offer. Then at 5:00 or so I’m having food and beverages with my friend Andrea who I’ve missed like a major organ. Then it’s a night on the square…or not. We’ll see.
Sunday, I drive home. Rest. And start over again on Monday.
Y’all got any big plans?
For today’s video, I Cure you…
3:30 came very early today.
That is all.
Okay, maybe that’s not all…
So I’m working on revisions for LOVE SUCKS! (see 3:30 rise time. Somehow I gotta fit in real job and dream job all in one day.) During this process I’ve discovered that the music I wrote the book to is not necessarily the music I can listen to while I revise. Curious, yes?
Anyway, my revision mood has been a much more laid back, less angsty sound than my writing mood. Joshua Radin, John Waite, Landon Pigg, and some old school stuff like Boston, Abba (shut up!) Hall & Oates… Totally eclectic mix.
Another artist that I’ve discovered over the past few months (I love Pandora radio!) is Matt Nathanson. I adore his voice. And this song is one of my new faves off his album. (It doesn’t hurt that he’s pretty damn easy to look at…) If you like the song, you’ll like the whole CD. He’s definitely a ‘Must Buy’