Archive for March, 2007



Places I’d like to visit
March 20th, 2007

As the big 4-0 looms over me like a freight train (6 months and 19 days), I’ve been thinking a lot about what I haven’t done yet in my life. It’s a big list, believe it or not. There are a lot of places I want to visit but haven’t had the opportunity, the time, or the money.

Here’s my list of dream places to travel to:

- Australia - yes, my Aussie mates, I want to come visit you. You have such a beautiful country.

- Egypt - The pyramids have always fascinated me, and I love books and movies set there. I adored The Mummy movies.

- Italy - My favorite art work is in Italy, not to mention the history. My absolute number 1 statue is La Pieta by Michelangelo and who wouldn’t want to see the Cistine chapel?

- Greece - Are we seeing a trend here? Yes, places rich in history fascinate me.

- Holland - Not just because I’m part Dutch (as is DH), but because it’s beautiful and also has a rich history.

- Scotland - Always been intrigued by Scottish history, highlanders, lowlanders, and so on. In pictures, it’s breathtaking.

Those are my top six places to visit, how about y’all?

Monday Eye Candy
March 19th, 2007

I’ve decided since Mondays suck so righteously, that I’m going to declare it “Eye Candy” day on my blog. No post, no text, no funny witticism, just a yummy picture.

Enjoy!

*off to get her coffee IV*

Where is this barn anyway?

Samhain Rawks the House!
March 17th, 2007

I’m proud and excited to announce that Samhain Publishing has been recognized by the Romance Writers of America.

I couldn’t be more proud of Crissy Brashear, the publisher, for her drive and passion. Samhain is her baby and she’s put everything she is into it. Within one year of opening the doors and publishing the first first three books, she’s achieved RWA recognition. This is a phenomenal feat!

If you look at the list of publishers that are recognized, it’s not very long and there’s Samhain on the list with the pretty *new* next to its name. With five books published, and another five under contract for 2007, I’m incredibly blessed to be with such an amazing publishing house.

I’m about busting my buttons for Samhain and Crissy. Hooyah!!!

Pet Diaries
March 16th, 2007

This was posted on the Loose Id Community loop and it’s oh so true (speaking as a previous dog and cat owner).

Excerpt from a dog’s diary

8:00 am Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:00 am A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm Lunch treats! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm Got to chew on my Kong toy! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm Watched TV with my master! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm Sleeping on the couch! My favorite thing!

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Excerpts from a Cat’s diary:

It’s day 683 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about “what a good little hunter” I am. The audacity!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the evening. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - this time at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe…for now…

Southern Humor
March 15th, 2007

Got this from my peep Janice. Made me laugh out loud as a transplanted Yankee in the south.

NORTH ‘n SOUTH

The North has Bloomingdales, The South has Dollar General

The North has coffee houses, The South has Waffle Houses.

The North has dating services, The South has family reunions.

The North has switchblade knives, The South has Lee Press-on Nails.

The North has double last names, The South has double first names.

The North has Indy car races, The South has stock car races.

North has Cream of Wheat, The South has grits.

The North has green salads, The South has collard greens.

The North has lobsters, The South has crawfish.

The North has the rust belt, The South has the Bible Belt.

FOR NORTHERNERS MOVING SOUTH . . . In the South: –

If you run your car into a ditch, don’t panic. Four men in a four-wheel Drive pickup truck with a tow chain will be along shortly. Don’t try to help them, just stay out of their way. This is what they live for.

Don’t be surprised to find movie rentals and bait in the same Store….do not buy food at this store.

Remember, “y’all” is singular, “all y’all” is plural, and “all y’all’s” is plural possessive.

Get used to hearing “You ain’t from round here, are ya?”

Save all manner of bacon grease. You will be instructed later on How to use it.

Don’t be worried at not understanding what people are saying. They can’t understand you either.

The first Southern statement to creep into a transplanted Northerner’s vocabulary is the adjective “big’ol,” truck or big’ol” boy. Most Northerners begin their Southern-influenced dialect this Way. All of them are in denial about it.

The proper pronunciation you learned in school is no longer proper.

Be advised that “He needed killin.” is a valid defense here

If you hear a Southerner exclaim, “Hey, y’all, watch this,” you Should stay out of the way. These are likely to be The last words he’ll ever say.

If there is the prediction of the slightest chance of even the Smallest accumulation of snow, your presence is required at The local Grocery store. It doesn’t matter whether you need Anything or not. You just have to go there. This one is my favorite and so damn true!!!

Do not be surprised to find that 10-year olds own their own shotguns, They are proficient marksmen, and their mammas taught them how to aim.

In the South, we have found that the best way to grow a lush green Lawn is to pour gravel on it and call it a driveway.

AND REMEMBER: If you do settle in the South and bear children, Don’t think we will accept them as Southerners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we wouldn’t call ‘em biscuits.