Monday, July 31, 2006
a few more pics...
But, Atlanta was fun and having some good face time with my fellow writing buddies was fab.
I'll post a few pics here that were sent to me and I have a few more on my camera, but the battery is recharging.
dinner Friday night: Left to Right
Adrian, Mel, Nic, Maria, Gina, Kate, Louisa, Jenna
Mel: ENOUGH with the camera, already.
Mel: Fine, take my picture. Look, I'll even smile.
Naughty Kate, Louisa, Mel
I love my pals and miss them already!
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Sunday, July 30, 2006
just a tease...
Suffice it to say, a GRAND time was had by all. It was the best hotel, with the best service. The rooms were ultra nice even if the parking and the food/bev. prices were outrageous. ($7 for ONE beer...)But still, I absolutely would not argue if National decided to hold every conference in this hotel.
I arrived in Memphis a little after noon today. The fam picked me up and we picked up 3 of the challenge soccer coaches (Grant, Emma, and Captain) and went to Hooters for lunch. Yes--I said Hooters. Our waitress made stupid look smart. She was just this side of barely breathing. It was the perfect way to come home. Even if it was Hooters. I missed my family and my extended family. I love those guys--all of them. (Don't worry Grant and Simon, y'all are still my faves.) It's good to have a little UK fix every now and then. Even if your dumb as dirt waitress has to remind herself to breathe.
It's good to be home.
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Friday, July 28, 2006
happy birthday, grant!
Thinking of you in Atlanta!
Hope your day is fabulous!
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pictures!
This is from the RWA Online Party last night. We had a blast! It was great putting faces to names--even tho some people didn't look at all like they were supposed to!
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Thursday, July 27, 2006
quick update
Yes, my skin is baby's bottom soft--but now I smell like my great-grandma.
BTW--I met Jude who put together the Blogging National blog. She was lovely and took a picture of me, Maria, and Kate. Look for it!
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star gazing?
The Squawk Radio Chicks
Barbara Samuel
Yes...this is La Nora...
And Elaine Spencer...more dreaming of her success as a TKA agent.
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Wednesday, July 26, 2006
RWA: it has begun
(pictures with descriptions below)
The TKA party was last night. My lovely agency chartered a couple of buses and drove us the hour+ to picturesque Madison, GA to attend the soiree.
The sidewalk leading to the office was lined with mason jars containing tea-lights. It was the most charming thing I've ever seen. We walk around to the back of the Craftsman styled home to be greeted by Lauraine Snelling. I'm not sure she meant to be the greeter, but she greeted us.
We were serenaded by guitar while we snacked on very southern food. Cheese grits, hush puppies made fresh right in front of you, little bar-b-que sandwiches, and freshly made pralines. The food was to die for.
Of course, I just wanted to pull a chair up in front of the grits and shovel them in my mouth while the hush puppy lady kept me supplied. Diet? What diet?
Monica Burns, Maria Geraci, and Me.
Here, Elaine Spencer dreams of her great success as a new TKA agent with TKA client Andrea Wilder. (Funny story about Andrea, she was one of the first few people I ever met outside my circle of friends. Pam Trader and I met her at the NJ Conference 4 years ago and now she's a fellow TKA sista!)
Me and the fabulous Marley Gibson. Okay, I'm laughing now. That's Marley and Me. (It's a book title...work with me)
And last but NEVER least, Deidre and me.
Here, Elaine Spencer dreams of her great success as a new TKA agent with TKA client Andrea Wilder. (Funny story about Andrea, she was one of the first few people I ever met outside my circle of friends. Pam Trader and I met her at the NJ Conference 4 years ago and now she's a fellow TKA sista!)
Me and the fabulous Marley Gibson. Okay, I'm laughing now. That's Marley and Me. (It's a book title...work with me)
And last but NEVER least, Deidre and me.posted by Mel Francis @ 8:21 AM |
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Tuesday, July 25, 2006
goody bags...
There are 18 books per bag. (or should be. Some bag stuffers were "stuffer-challenged")
We're headed down to register in just a minute. The bee-hive is beginning to buzz. Sunday and Monday were quiet days but this morning, the thrum of Romance writers began to sound.
I have full blown cold and have been miserable for the last two days. It's getting better, slowly but surely. Thank God for Maria Geraci. Nurse Maria has made everything all right.
I met The Blogless One, finally. We had a great couple of days of bonding.
Tomorrow, I hope to have pictures from the TKA party. I'm gonna be awful damn cute in polka dots.
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Sunday, July 23, 2006
on my way!
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Saturday, July 22, 2006
when love comes to town...
Last night, one of my lads came for a visit. Simon and a new guy, Gary, drove from their camp in Amory, MS and stayed with us. (Gary's not really new...he just wasn't at the Oxford camp this year. BUT, he was one of the coaches last year...and I have the pics to prove it) We had a great time. The only thing missing was Grant. (we missed you terribly) Sorry to say, he was still in Daphne, AL probably sucking down a bevvy and hanging with the rest of the gang.Gary is a great addition to the family.
My boys were thrilled to finally have a chance to pay Simon back for all the wet willies he inflicted on them while staying with us. It didn't quite work out as they had planned, but it was close.
This is the pain Simon and Grant inflicted nightly on the boys:
This is the pain my children tried to inflict on Simon:
ATLANTA BOUND
Tomorrow is my flight for Atlanta. I have to leave the house by 6:30 am for the hour drive to Memphis Airport. I still have to pack, but no worries, all will be well. I just wish I had my voice right now.
Yes, that's right, I've lost my voice.
And this happened just before Nationals last year, too. Why does this happen to me?
I felt it coming on starting Wednesday and by last night, I sounded like Kathleen Turner. By the end of the night, I sounded like Minnie Pearl. Now, I don't sound at all.
Do you know how hard it is to yell at your kids when you have no voice?
Anyway, I don't care. I'm not sick, just voiceless...which is probably a godsend for my family.
I'll blog again soon!
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Friday, July 21, 2006
Friday, Friday
It was a good morning for a walk, despite the fact that at 6 am it was already 80 degrees and the air was as thick as creamed corn. But that was okay, because I was up before the alarm and ready to go.
The walk was going very well until the dive-bombing horsefly found me. That bugger wouldn't go away! I'm sure I was quite the sight, flailing my arms about trying to defend myself from his suicidal attacks. Thank God the bombing started on a dead end street. If I had been on my normal jaunt, I probably would've flung myself into traffic trying to escape.
Once I rid myself of the kamikazi fly, (may he rest in peace. I hope his tribe appreciated his sacrifice) I headed into the park. Early mornings in the park are so pleasant. Usually, I'm alone...occasionally I pass by an old woman or the clean up crew. Today, it was m
e, the birds, a couple of critters...and the cock-eyed cat.Do you remember Bill the Cat from Bloom County? Okay, so today, I met him in person.
During my first trip around the trail, I felt eyes on me. (Turned out it was "eye" not eyes, but that's neither here nor there) I scanned the woods searching for my voyeur. Was it some creepoid? Was it just one of the cleaning crew? Was it the kamikaze fly back for his revenge?
I walked around the playground and still felt the
This poor cock-eyed cat should've been a cartoon. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to "catch" him staring at me, because once I made eye contact (I hope it was the good eye) he freaked, puffed up like a blowfish and took off.
However, he never really left. I felt him staring the rest of my walk. He just found a better hiding place.
Talked to both of the lads yesterday. I still miss them terribly. How sad is that? Well, as their older, wiser, and much better looking sister, I suppose it's okay for me to miss them.
T minus 2 days til I leave for Hotlanta! Can't wait! Maybe I'll start packing tonight. Bwahahahahaha! Who am I kidding.
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Thursday, July 20, 2006
this is why i love soccer...
Italian footballers: Manuele Blasi, Gennaro Gattuso, Andrea Pirlo, Gianluca Zambrotta, Fabio Cannavaro.I'm not sure what Dolce and Gabana is selling here (underwear, I hope) but let me tell ya, I'm thinking about buying whatever it is. Holy moly. No other sport builds 'em like this. Why soccer isn't the most popular sport in America, I'll never know.
I mean DAYUM! Talk about having fun on the field. I could watch these guys all day. Especially if they played as is...
Admit it, you're a soccer fan now. Aren't you?I'm hot. Where's my water...
Here's one of Fabio Cannavaro all by himself because--well, honestly, isn't this picture enough of a reason?
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am i the only one?
Don't get me wrong, I'm all a-twitter, too. But am I the only one who doesn't plan my week down to pee breaks and bed time?
I've seen color-coded spreadsheets, agendas, day-planners, and calendars filled with plans. My God that would make me nuts.
There's nothing wrong with those organized souls who plan and plan and plan. They probably started packing last week. If they didn't, they probably think they are so behind and must do extra planning to catch up! My mother was this way and I guess that's why I'm the total opposite. Seeing my conference plans on a spreadsheet would overwhelm me to the point of hives!
Here's the extent of my planning:
Pack? Well, we leave for the airport Sunday morning so I'll throw my stuff in Saturday night. If I forget something, it wasn't that important or I can buy another. If it's an expensive something, I'll work around it.
Plans: Fly out Sunday. Fly home next Sunday. Hang with Critique Partners. Do my volunteer duties as scheduled. More hanging with CPs. TKA Party Tuesday night. RWA Online Party on Thursday. Passionate Ink Luncheon on Friday. The rest of the time, go with the flow.
I suppose I could put that on a spreadsheet to make myself look more organized.
Anyway, I'm an organic soul when it comes to traveling, etc. I don't need a schedule to "suck the marrow" from the conference. (I completely stole that from Maria Geraci ) I just wonder, am I really the only one who's like that?
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Wednesday, July 19, 2006
when?
Who? you ask.
My kids, that's who.
When did they go from this:
To this:
To this:
Will they ever like each other again????? Somebody, give me some hope, please. If there is no hope, then we must discuss medication...quickly. And I don't care if I'm the one getting medicated or if they are... okay, yes I do. I want the medication.
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and a social life found them again; and it was good.
We moved to Oxford from Little Rock, 6 years ago. We were just entering our 30s and we had a pretty happening social life, even with two kids under 6--mainly because we lived around family and frankly, you couldn't keep them away from the first grandbabies.So, every Friday night, my Mom would pick up the boys and I would meet the girls for our weekly Girl's Night Out. My girls were a group of teachers. (Hi ladies!) It was a nice mix--a couple of singles, the rest married--only a couple of Moms. We were a great group and no topic was off limits. (By the way, teachers KNOW how to party. They have all that pent up frustration with unruly kids and unreasonable parents...it's a blast to be around. I miss them terribly.)
The guys would meet us out after 9 and we'd couple up and sometimes we'd stay in the group and sometimes we'd go off on our own.
We did this pretty much every week. We didn't pull all nighters very often, but on occasion, we'd end the night at a local gay bar dancing our feet off.
We moved to Oxford and that just STOPPED. On a dime. Without warning.
I went through withdrawals. I am a social butterfly--always have been. And though I love my time alone on occasion, I thrive in a crowd of friends.
This town has been hard for us to find a fit because we didn't go to school here and we're not Rebel fans. (Go Hogs! Woo Pig Sooie!) We're not real churchy--hey, that's the benefit of being catholic, right? LOL and we're not rolling in the dough. We're at an odd age...not old, but not young enough to really fit in. Not that we care about fitting in, we care about finding a group of friends to hang with that we enjoy. And sometimes age makes a difference.
Recently, we've started finding ourselves among the social again. It's been a breath of fresh air. I truly have missed the crowds and the camaraderie. It lifts me up...makes me feel better--if not a little tired. LOL
So, this week, I have plans Tuesday-Thursday with tentative plans on Friday. This is after my all night party in Memphis this past Saturday. I almost don't know what to do with myself. LOL
It's such a nice feeling to finally have a group that I'm comfortable enough with to go out and enjoy myself. It only took me six years of living here to find it. I just hope I'm not too old to truly enjoy it now! LOL
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Tuesday, July 18, 2006
a dose of reality...
I'll probably never be able to look at Bud Light again without thinking of the lads.
The total distance of today's walk was 3 miles. I ran for almost a 1/2 mile during the first part of my walk and then I ran for about a quarter mile on the last part of my walk. I hate running, but it makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something.
Besides, I had a big FAT dose of reality last night.
I was looking for pics from the conference in Reno so I could post them today. Well, I found them. And I didn't recognize the chick staring back at me!
I tried to tell Grant this past weekend how big I was last year but he didn't believe me. Unfortunately, I now have the pictures to prove it. And that lit a fire under my feet. I've lost almost 25 lbs now, but that picture of me from last year is probably 15 lbs heavier than my "before" picture I took in January.
How does that happen? I was an athlete once, dammit. I played basketball, ran track, and played softball. For YEARS. Soccer wasn't big in my area at the time, if it had been, I would've played that, too.
I'm sorry to say, I will be posting very few pictures of last year's conference. Maybe I will after the fact so we can have a comparison...but probably not.
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Monday, July 17, 2006
and the countdown begins
I can't wait.
This will be my 3rd conference and each year they get better and better. Not necessarily because of the workshops, though I do learn from most of them. I think the conferences get better each year because I am growing more as a writer. I know what's important to me, I know how to milk every moment and apply it to my craft, and I get to meet and hang out with some fantastic people who have similar goals.
It's a great feeling.
Frankly, if you don't have a good time or learn anything at conference, it's your own damn fault.
The conferences tend to be full of buzz and excitement and I can't help but be revved up when I leave.
Here are some pics from Dallas 2004 , the first conference I attended
Gina Black
Jen Breton, Me, Pam Trader, and Maria Geraci dressed and ready for the Golden Heart/Rita Ceremony
Sarah Schroeder, Me, Scott and his famous kilt, MJ Selle, Maria Geraci, Michele Young, Barb Ferrer aka Caridad Ferrer, and Gina Black
And last but not least, me and Maria.
Gina Black
Jen Breton, Me, Pam Trader, and Maria Geraci dressed and ready for the Golden Heart/Rita Ceremony
Sarah Schroeder, Me, Scott and his famous kilt, MJ Selle, Maria Geraci, Michele Young, Barb Ferrer aka Caridad Ferrer, and Gina Black
And last but not least, me and Maria.posted by Mel Francis @ 8:50 AM |
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Sunday, July 16, 2006
i really don't understand...
I've had 1.5 hours of sleep. I'm dog tired. But, at the same time, I'm completely wound up. Still. It's 8:40 pm, and I've not had a lick of sleep.
Of course, Fishdog managed to sleep just fine today. Why can men do that? Just pass out when they decide to?I bet they lads had no trouble sleeping, either. Hmph.
I laid down for about 30 mins. this afternoon. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch.
That's okay. I'll take a couple of benadryl and force myself into a coma as soon as Fishdog gets home from softball.
Speaking of the lads, I heard from Grant. They drove through some ugly storms but made it to Daphne safe and sound. I'm sure that right now, he's having a beer and settling in for a good night's sleep. Here's hoping the sandman doesn't waste all his dust on the men tonight.
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and a good time was had by all...
We came home and I spoke with Grant and confirmed we'd come to Memphis for dinner, etc. I made my handy dandy prepaid reservation via Travelocity, got the confirmation, took a shower, and went to see Pirates of the Caribbean.
What a great movie. Wow. Loved it. Want to see it again. Gina was right, the music is phenomenal. (Yes, I know...it should be...but still...I'm amazed when I hear something so powerful and appropriate)
We take the kids to their friends' house after the movie, go home, pack, and hit the road for Memphis. We made it there in great time. Things were looking good.
Until I walked into the hotel and tried to get my room. "I'm sorry, we have no record of your reservation and we're overbooked. You'll have to stay somewhere else tonight."
Wrong answer.
I explained very clearly that I was sorry they had overbooked but that I had a reservation, a confirmation (which I showed him) and I would be staying at this hotel. I didn't care if it was a closet with a cot in it...
Keith was my guy (thank all that's holy) and he was so nice. His boss wasn't(boo; hiss). I explained to Keith that I would stand at the reservation desk until they had a cancellation and then I would take that room. I sent Mark to the bar and I waited. I never once lost my head and I never said anything ugly or condescending. I hate it when people do that. I told them that I understood their circumstances but that I also knew that somebody would cancel and I wanted to be first in line for that room.
Keith smiled at me--a very sweet smile and he said, "Okay, ma'am, give me a moment."
The lobby was full of people trying to check in. I watched as Keith offered them a free night at another hotel, just to free up some space. He managed to get 10 people to accept. He came back to me, took my slip of paper, entered my information and gave me a room at half price. I only paid $50 for the room.
The night was looking up.
We meet up with all the coaches and meet some new ones, grab our boys and take them to eat at The Butcher Shop. Mercy it was a good steak...though the lads were a little disappointed they didn't offer Fries..only baked potato.
I realized after we got to the restaurant, I left my ID back at the hotel. Now, I may be 37 but I still get carded quite often. As a matter of fact, the reason I realized I'd left my ID was that I had ordered a pitcher of beer for dinner and our wonderful waitress, Edwina, carded me. (she really was wonderful. She put up with a lot of "banter" from the lads and she played along.)
We call Karl back at the hotel and ask him to please go to the front desk. I call the front desk and speak to my new best friend, Keith. I explain what happened and ask him to please give Karl a key to my room so he can grab my ID. Keith says no problem. He remembers me and will gladly help out. I hang up thinking problem solved.
Karl calls back and says that my new worst enemy, Keith's boss, nixed the plan. I utter a few choice words because now we have to drive the 20 mins back to the hotel to fetch my ID.
It was okay because we really didn't miss out on anything since Beale Street is open all night long. We go to Silky O'Sullivan's first, and order this bucket of poison. It's called "The Diver", and it's the most foul thing I've ever tasted. They mix this concoction of beer, some liquors and I think grenadine in a giant bucket and throw in about a dozen straws for the world to share. I tasted it for the story, then quickly ordered a beer.
We didn't stay there long because it was quite dead and frankly, all the birds were too tall for the lads. Apparently they like their women a little on the shorter side of Amazon.
So, we headed down the street to Alfred's. Now, that was a party.
We met up with some of the other coaches from the Oxford camp, Karl and Nizzy, as well as some of the new guys. We all danced non-stop until we left between 3:30 and 4:00. We picked up two extra lads (Capt'n and Luke; great guys, btw) since Fishdog was the Designated Driver and we had the mom-mobile. They were all starved so we took them straight to Steak and Shake where we had a late night/early morning snack. My vanilla malt rocked!
Finally, I got to sleep sometime between 5 and 6 this morning. I'm working on about 1 and a half hours of "kip" as the lads say. I haven't done that in years.
Of course, throughout the night, the lads took every opportunity to remind me how young they were at certain times in my life. It was quite annoying...I have to say. I'm not really old enough to be Grant's mom. Technically, I could be Si's....but frankly, I don't think of myself as old enough...so from now on, I'm going to think of myself as their older, wiser, and much better looking sister. :)
"C'mon mum, you love the banter," they kept saying.
I thought so, until I became the subject of said banter. LOL (not true. I love the banter. All of it. Well most of it. Except for the untrue banter which they will never banter about again...)
It was great fun. We said goodbye this morning, all of us moving quite sluggishly. Grant will be near Mobile, AL this week and Si will be only 40 mins from us...so we'll get to see him later on this week.
Now, I'm dead tired. I'm hitting the bed for some much needed rest. We rockstars need our kip, you know.
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Saturday, July 15, 2006
it's saturday morning...
Will go walking in fifteen minutes. I didn't walk yesterday morning so I should have last night, but the heavy heat of summer is finally upon us and I just really didn't feel like cutting through the humidity for a walk.
We're finally going to see Pirates of the Caribbean today at 1:00. I can't wait! I love me some Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. Hell, I love me some Keira Knightly. She's a babe. And the movie will be chock full of accents and since I'm currently in need of an accent fix, I'll take it.
Both boys have plans with friends tonight. Mark and I are planning to go to Memphis for dinner with the lads and we might *gasp* spend the night! If it doesn't work out with the lads, we may just go anyway. We don't get to Memphis much, even tho it's only an hour away--so since we're childless for the evening, I'm thinking that we should go no matter what.
Now, I'm off to walk. When I get back, I'm going to write. Then to the movies. Then to Memphis. You wish you were me, don't ya? Go on, admit it. It's okay. Sometimes I have to pinch myself just to make sure I'm real. LOL
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Friday, July 14, 2006
Friday's Feast and the weekend...
Name one thing nice that you could do for someone else today.
I could do the laundry tonight for Fishdog. I'm sure he'd appreciate it.
Soup
When was the last time you were frightened by the weather?
During Katrina. Fishdog was out of town and the lights went out. The wind howled like I'd never heard it and I truly expected to be taken to Oz.
Salad
What would you say is the most useful website or blog that you visit?
RWA Online Chapter, of course.
Main Course
Who was your favorite singer/group when you were a child?
Depends on what time during my childhood. When I was little, it was The Jackson 5. In Middle School, it was Air Supply. In Jr. High, it was Prince. In High School--I'm not really sure. Probably Van Halen. Maybe not, though. I still loved Prince. In college, any band with long hair and make up.
Dessert
Do you have any rituals? If so, what are they?
Hmmm. Well, when I played sports, I was very superstitious. When we were on a winning streak, I wore the same underwear, the same socks, (clean, of course!)my hair the same way and ate the same meal before each game. If we lost, I'd switch up for the next game...
But, nowadays, I'm pretty ritual free.
The Weekend
So, the lads will be back in Memphis tomorrow night. If things work out, we're going to drive up and have dinner with them. Maybe go out afterwards. If that doesn't work out, we'll go see Pirates of the Caribbean. Or maybe we'll do both.
Either way, I need to hear an accent. Soon. I love it when Grant calls me, but sometimes, I don't catch everything he says. It could be a bad connection or it could be that he talks so bloody fast that it sounds like a foreign language sometimes. LOL! Si and I have messaged a couple of times but no real live conversations. So, if we can't see the lads tomorrow, we'll go see Johnny Depp and that will take care of my fix.
Gonna write this weekend and see if I can pound out another chapter.
Hang loose y'all!
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tonight is brought to you by the colors BLACK & TAN
Mmmmmm. Now that's a beer.So, tonight the gang played softball. It wasn't quite the same without the lads. My Mexican Wave of 1 pretty much was lost on the crowd. Plus, my fake accent of "hit it!" and "catch that" pretty much sucked.
But, our team won. It was a great game for us...we were vying for third from the bottom...so tonight's win was very important. We're the best of the worst!
We went out to celebrate. We tossed a few back and threw a few darts. I thought I was at my maximum when I turned around to discover I had a whole 'nother beer to drink. Bevan took it upon himself to put me one over. Thanks, Bev. You're a peach. I'm not so young anymore. I can't just party all night then get up at the buttcrack of dawn and be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed like I used to.
So, I'm one over right now, but still managing to type just fine. The Black & Tans were fab, the game was great, and Fishdog hit 2 homeruns. So life is good. The only thing missing from tonight? The lads.
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Thursday, July 13, 2006
curious, really
I'm a little disappointed in what I discovered. Honestly, it ruined my Christmas present idea for the lads' families...
I'm sorry to say, I'll have to look for something a little less original than "Live bees" because they are restricted. (okay, who would send live bees in the mail? I mean, it obviously had to happen enough that they had to write the rule down: No Live Bees)
However, Live queen bees are okay as long as they are accompanied by an import license issued by a UK Government Agricultural Department and a health certificate issued by the appropriate Government Department of the country of origin stating that the bees are free of disease.
There's a thought.
Okay, back to work...
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misc. musings
Obviously, I'm not.
I counted very few beer cans on this walk. Either the recycling guys did a fantastic job cleaning up or someone else took a plastic bag with them on their walk.
I know, I should do that, too. But it's like I said in an earlier post, bending over to collect the cans would interrupt my forward motion.
So, this is the 4th morning I've walked for at least 40 mins this week and I've been to the gym twice. Today should be gym day, but I have a hair appt. so, I'm working thru lunch and taking off a little early. Maybe I'll go to the gym after my appt.
On the writing front, I haven't written much since Sunday. I'm going to hit it hard tomorrow night, tonight we're supposed to go out after the softball game, so there'll be no writing...It's okay, I really prefer to write on the weekends. I guess because I'm so busy during the week that even though I have some down time at night, I can't quite seem to find the writing mode.
Oh and one more thing...PROJECT RUNWAY started last night! Woohoo! I think it's gonna be a good season...
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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
just for the record
Cooking when the lads were here was a pleasure because they seemed to really enjoy the food.* And they thanked me for cooking, all the time. Of course, they were raised proper, so it's only fittin' they'd use their manners.
I must not be raisin' mine proper. They don't use their manners with ME as often as they should.
So, on the rare occasion that my children tell me the food is good without prompting from their father, I know that life is good.
*there was a minor problem with the lads and my spaghetti...I made it vegetarian. Apparently, that was new to them. LOL But it got eaten, so there must not have been too much of an issue...
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in the gutter
Frankly, y'all don't know what you're missing out. I love being a dirty girl. LOL I am disappointed though that nobody else saw "Last Call for our Huge, Sweet Cherries" and immediately wondered if a Spammer had finally gotten creative.
I mean, aren't you sick of:
Do VIAGra (Do you really "do" viagra? Is that like "doing speed"? We could really improve that subject line: Viagra, it's speed for your other brain.)
Babe plays with a toy (too close to baby plays with toy. Not really a very good Porn Subject)
Would you prefer Folgers or my Cock in the morning? (okay, I kinda like that one. That spammer took lessons in creating a hook)
Teen girlz F'd in a public (in a public what?)
Teen tekes ase pounding (what is an ase and why is that teen teking it?)
Okay, honestly, with the "Last Call for Cherries" I was tempted to open the email--even if it had been spam! I mean, I kept thinking, at least everything was spelled correctly. And it didn't say one thing about Teens doing or teking anything. And frankly, it was catchy.
So, all ye of the good, clean, angelic minds...ye're missin' out on some fun. My dirty mind keeps me in stitches...you should give it a try. It's fun in the gutter!
*edited to add*
I just checked my email and the first thing in my inbox:
People judge your dick by the size of your shoes.
Now that's an AWESOME subject line. roflmao!
posted by Mel Francis @ 8:38 AM |
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Last Call for our Huge, Sweet Cherries
Well, my hubby thought the same thing. I guess we're perfect for each other...
posted by Mel Francis @ 8:17 PM |
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beer cans and cherries...
Recycling day is tomorrow. When the guys take up our aluminum,
they are gonna think we mainlined Bud Light over the last two weeks. But, it wasn't us...I swear it. The Sierra Nevada and Flying Dog bottles are ours and they come in a distant 2nd to the lads' Bud Light cans.Spoke to Grant last night. He's doing okay in Louisiana. Family seems nice he says and the camp is going fine. He's going to try to drop by Saturday on his way to Memphis. That would be awesome. Wish Si could be with him. That would be even more awesome.
Speaking of Grant (no Simon, that does not mean he's my favorite)--Still working on my 80s blog. I'm looking for a couple of old pics of me that truly express the dress and hair of the time. And the shoulder pads. God, we loved our shoulder pads. Hopefully, I'll find the pics I'm looking for and will then properly humilate myself.
And one last note-- I'm on the Harry and David mailing list and today I received an
email from them with the best subject line EVER:Last Call for our Huge, Sweet Cherries
Honestly, how awesome is that? It's not even Spam!!!
posted by Mel Francis @ 8:27 AM |
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Monday, July 10, 2006
long live pee wee!
why???
Because Pee Wee's Playhouse is back on TV!
Yes! You heard me!
I loved Pee Wee's Playhouse...and yes, I was an "adult" when the show was on...who cares! It's a great freaking show...and now, my kids get to watch it with me...
Whoohoo!
posted by Mel Francis @ 10:07 PM |
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proper knackered and the trail of beers
Fine.
I'm proper knackered too, because this is day two of getting off my ass. Yesterday I walked 1.25 miles to the gym, did arms and abs for 40 mins, and walked the long way back home for total of 3 miles.
My arms are sore. It had been a full month since I lifted last and I'm paying for it today. But I drank a ton of water, so I know the pain isn't nearly as bad as it could've been.
This morning, before coffee and damn near before dawn, I walked for 50 mins. And while I was marching my way through the neighborhoods of Oxford, MS, I realized there must've been a helluva party in town last night.
I followed a trail of beer cans all the way to the Public Library and back. I began to wonder if the lads had snuck back into town because many of the cans were Bud Light...I also counted 6 cans of Keystone (WHY does anyone drink that?) 2 cans of The Beast (again, WHY?), and sev
