Archive for March, 2006

Tapwater Addendum

Friday, March 31st, 2006

First off, I apologize, L., for quoting your email message on the Blog without asking your permission. So please forgive me. But your comment was dead-on…

You can’t fool me though, if you met a handsome, funny, sensitive, subtly erotic, rock-star type you’d go near the tap.

Yep. You got me. I won’t even try to deny it. The trick now, though, will be finding said Mr. handsome, funny, sensitive, subtly-erotic, rock-star type.

I’m open to suggestions. :D

Let the Countdown Begin

Friday, March 31st, 2006

On April 6th, I have my first session with a (purportedly cute) personal trainer. (Don’t get your knickers in a twist, he’s not single.)

I know it’s a few days away, but I thought I’d break the news, regardless. Hey, this is big-time stuff, folks. Like a serious commitment.

And in other news, it must be something in the water, ’cause I’ve got friends who are getting knocked up left, right, and center. It’s all cool. I love babies. And I know they will all be fantabulous mommies and daddies.

But I’m not going near the tap. And you can’t make me.

ps. Saw Failure to Launch tonight. Much, much funnier than I originally gave it credit for. And Matthew McConaughey is awfully pretty. But so were his buddies. *makes mental note to look them up*

Why, God? WHY???

Thursday, March 30th, 2006

The universe’s teasing taunt for today:

Your world-famous passion is nothing to sneeze at — especially now. The heavens are energizing your sign — your personality and appearance — and that means you’re an irresistible, persuasive magnet at the moment. In short, you’ll be absolutely impossible to refuse (even more so than usual, that is, if you can believe it). Don’t try to rein it in, not one bit. It’s your secret weapon, and it’s operating at full capacity now. Still, if you’re not interested in someone, don’t pretend that you are, not even for a kick. This stuff you’re putting out is pretty darned potent. Go easy.

I think I’m going to start wearing dark glasses and peer around corners. This is like waiting for the other damned shoe to drop… (Though I am liking the “world-famous passion” bit…)

ps. No change from yesterday’s condition.

pps. Still not king.

Hump Day

Wednesday, March 29th, 2006

*tapping fingers on desktop*

It’s a seventh-inning slump for this Blog, I’m afraid. The only things I’ve got to talk about are the Offspring (her cold seemed to “break” overnight — she’s *almost* back to her normal self this morning), the fact that I probably *could* have gone to the gym this morning (I was worried about the Kid — I didn’t want to be away from home when she woke up, in case she was in rough shape), and the fact that the whole fam damily is feeling just a wee bit suffocating at the moment (no real comment, there).

Oh, and the fact that today is living up to its nickname. I’m about ready to climb the walls, ifyouknowwhutImean — nudge, nudge, wink, wink, saynomore.


What’s a poor gal to do? And it certainly doesn’t help when you read this online:

Daily Fortune
Your fortune for today:
Someone wants your body.

Um, yeah. Point me in the right direction, and I’d be happy to help the poor guy with his …ah… dilemma. *eg*

On that note, I’m off to start my day. Let’s hope yours is much better than mine.

Today’s Horoscope

Tuesday, March 28th, 2006

All right. The universe is yankin’ my freakin’ chain again. If I knew who to complain to, you’d be damned sure I’d be doing it.

You’re due to catch someone’s eye — and touch their heart, too — in a very, very nice way, thanks to the heavens, who are in a tender, romantic mood. As a result, your already sensual nature will be running on high, but you’ll also be ready to have a nice, heart-to-heart chat — in private. If there’s something you need to say either to create or improve the closeness between you, go right ahead. There’s no time like the present.

I mean, really. This meeting had better be earthshattering, with all this lead-up…

What, Me? Bitter? *sigh*

Tuesday, March 28th, 2006

This hasn’t been the best of weeks (and I know — it’s only just started…). Yesterday had a number of moments that, while not necessarily bad, weren’t necessarily good, either. Those kinds of moments where, if you don’t react the right way, can sour your day. Y’know?

Don’t get me wrong — I adore my Offspring. But today was supposed to be a school day. And I was going to have the house to myself for a few hours (!). And now she’s running a low-grade fever, and there’s no way I can send her to school like that.

So instead of being able to delve into writing and finishing off my freelance work, it’ll be “Mummy, come play with me!” “Mummy, do this!” “Noooo! Mummy! I don’t want to play by myself!”


Oh, well. What can you do when you live in a shoe?

Move to a boot and get laced. *g* Is it too early in the day for a rum & Coke?

Suppose it is.

Hope yours is better than mine.

Where to Begin?

Monday, March 27th, 2006

Sunday flew by in an exhausted blur. I managed to sneak in two half-hour naps, so that helped a lot, but I was still bushed by the time bedtime rolled around. So even considering I haven’t done much in the past 48, here’s my “one-minute newsreel” (as the TV news says):
We’ve hit a balmy +9 Celsius already today, and it’s only lunchtime. I’m hoping we can sneak up another couple of degrees, at least — put a good dent in the snowbanks out there. :) Oh, and the sun is beaming down from a clear blue sky — very nice.
Saturday night at the pub was probably the best time I’ve ever had at a bar while sober. The music was good, and the eye candy plentiful. Thanks, Rella, for making it so much fun! :D
I’ve had a bit of a breakthrough on the current novella. I couldn’t figure out why chapter three was bogging me down so badly — until I figured out that the roles need to be reversed. I’ve currently got the Hero being the aggressor, when it needs to be the Heroine (to fit the rest of the story). The only problem is, I’m going to have to rewrite three pages (at the bare minimum), and I just couldn’t make myself do it last night. But I figure once that’s sorted out, I should be back on my way again.

That’s about all the news that’s fit to print at the moment. I’ve been trying to do some freelance work this morning, but feel somewhat unmotivated. Am trying to push forward, though.

Oh, and still need to call the gym to reserve a personal trainer. (Note to self: try to do that today).

Hope everyone’s having a reasonable start to the week. I can’t believe it’s the end of March already. Soon I should be able to pull my bike out! W00t!

Open Letter to the Bats

Sunday, March 26th, 2006

Sorry guys — especially Ann — despite your helpful reminders, I forgot about the chat.

Flagellation with the wet noodle can begin whenever you’re ready.

I’m *such* a doodlehead…

Talking Dirty and Throwing Punches

Saturday, March 25th, 2006

So. With my brand-spankin’ new gym membership, I joined Rella for a somewhat-early Kickboxing Cardio class this morning.

Let me just say that I was sending up prayers, because I was pretty damned sure I was about to expire. Messily.

Well, okay, maybe it wasn’t quite that bad. (Almost, but not quite.) But it was definitely a good workout. At least 500 cals burned, which was excellent. It also reminded me just how unco-ordinated I am–I was having trouble keeping up in some instances. However, to give myself a little credit, it *was* my first class. :D

The best part, however, was the studly instructor. I didn’t get a nice, close-up look at him, because I closeted myself at the back of the full room, but from afar, he looks pretty tasty. He *really* piqued my interest during the cooldown portion of the class — we’re all lying on exercise mats, stretching this, that, and the other part, and as the music slows down, his voice lowers. I’m talkin’ late-night-phone-sex low. Give-me-shivers low. So I’m stretching my calf muscles with my eyes closed, listening to him rumbling, “Hold it, and hold it, one more second…release.” And I’m a-thinkin’, “yep, throw in an ‘oh, baby’, and you’ve got me.”

Oh, yeah.

I guess I’m not the only one who feels this way — while Rella and I did laps around the track as a post-class cooldown, we watching Mr. Hottie Kickboxer get swarmed by chicks from the class, all looking for some attention. Heh.

And me? Well, I have no plans to go strike up a conversation looking like something that the cat dragged in through a puddle.

We’ll see what happens tonight, though, when Rella, another friend, and I go out for the evening. Will report back on any interesting events. :)

Breaking News!!

Saturday, March 25th, 2006

One of the funniest, most gorgeous, most talented writers I know has just been nominated for a RITA award!!

So mega-congratulations to Jennifer LaBrecque!

You deserve it, doll!

*does happy Snoopy dance around room*

I have to wonder, though, if there’ll ever be a RITA category for Erotic Novel/Novella…?? Now wouldn’t *that* be exciting…? :D