Tuesday, December 16, 2008
happy birthday, Fishdog!
here's to another 40 years.
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
the apple (of my eye) does not fall far from the tree
As a toddler, the resemblance remained. We'd get the occasional, "He looks just like Fishdog" but we ignored those people because Nemo looked exactly like me...and we had the pictures to prove it. Hell, we had the same teeth. It was freaky.
Fast forward to now. I've noticed him changing here and there. The deeper voice, the hairy pits, the lanky walk. Typical teenage stuff. But lately, I've noticed something even more disturbing. His looks are morphing. He's shifting from my image to his dad's. It's bizarre.
And it was never more obvious than this morning, when he put on a bowtie for school (yes, they wear ties...and he thought it would be funny to wear a bowtie...No he's not Fishdog's child at all). I took his picture because he was too damn cute for words. When I downloaded it, I realized, that was the young face of my husband staring back at me.
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Saturday, November 08, 2008
peppermint flavored aweome
This plus coffee makes me a happy girl in the morning.My husband? Not so much today. I wish I could mix him with some peppermint mocha and make him awesome flavored. Right now he's annoying flavored.
I think he just enjoys irritating me in the mornings. Actually, I think he enjoys irritating everyone in the family. It's like he wakes up thinking "What is the one thing I can do to each of the members of the family in the next five minutes that will make them want to stab me in the eye." And then he does whatever thing his warped brain thinks of.
He better be glad I don't have a sharp utensil in my hand or else I would totally stab him in the eye.
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Monday, November 03, 2008
The boy had a cheap car, no money, but great hair...
We thought so...especially since it was the headline for the story of how I met Fishdog.
Yup, we were in the paper on Sunday. It was awesome. Here's a link for the whole article.
Here's a little taste:
“There has always been sort of a six degrees of separation thing between Mark and me,” says Melissa, who went to high school in Bryant and who had friends who knew Mark, a student at Little Rock’s Catholic High School. “Our circle of friends was kind of parallel.”Heh. He was a guy and I was agog.
On the night they finally did meet, Jan. 24, 1992, Melissa was on a date with one guy and was plagued by the unwanted attentions of another.
Mark had graduated from Arkansas State University at Jonesboro the December before and just moved back to Little Rock. He had seen Melissa, a student at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock, the night before with her friends at White Water Tavern, but she was having too much fun then to notice him.
When he walked through the door at Juanita’s, though, she was all agog.
“I just remember being very smitten,” Melissa says. “It was his hair — which is really funny, considering he has none now. Back then it was long. He had a confidence about him, and he had a great smile and a great laugh, which I love.”
The best part of the article? (besides all the cutesy lovey-dovey stuff?) They plugged BITE ME! :) It was really cool seeing myself called a 'novelist' and then reading
Her first book, Bite Me!, is scheduled to hit bookstore shelves in fall 2009.Heheh.
Here is the picture that appeared in the paper Sunday...
(c)1993 Franklin Washburn Photography
and here is the happy couple now. Hmmmm. Not quite the same. My, my 15.5 years of marriage sure does a number on folks...
Today in the blogosphere:
Today I'm at Fictionistas discussing the postmortem of Mel-O-Ween...
Yesterday I blogged at FatChicksRunning! about Week 2, Day 1 of training...and today, Dana is talking about jogging at 10:20 PM. That's dedication folks...
Labels: fatchicks, fishdog, holidays, lurve
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
website, spiders and stephen colbert
Just in case I wasn't clear enough yesterday, I hate spiders.
It doesn't matter what the actual 'species' is...it will fall into three categories:
Tarantula
Black Widow
Brown Recluse
Fishdog was so tickled by me yesterday, that he spent half of the night looking up different spiders and asking me what type it was. It was always one of the above three.
Thanks for the outpouring of support. I am calm and collected now. However, I will not be checking the mail anytime soon. *shudder*
Last night...this made me feel so much better. I heart The Colbert Report
Labels: fishdog, lolcats, spiders, stephen colbert
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008
the worst thing ever to happen to me today
Which brings me to the most horrible thing ever to happen to me. Well, most horrible thing ever to happen to me today.
I had gone grocery shopping. I was a good momma. I did my duty and even used my recycled shopping bags. I get home and Fishdog comes out to help me unload the groceries. Nice guy, right?
Don't let those manners fool you. My husband is anything but nice. He is, in fact, responsible for the most horrible thing ever to happen to me today.
We had taken our first load of bags in. I stepped over to the mailbox. I open the mailbox and put my hand inside. No mail. I close the mailbox. Fishdog is standing next to me. He says, "Already got it and hey watch out for the spider that's living in there."
I didn't hear him correctly. Right? Cuz that would mean he had let me stick my hand inside the mailbox inhabited by a living arachnid. So I glance over at the mailbox and this is what I saw:
not actual spider. In reality not actual size either. But whatever.This big fucking nasty hairy leg creeped its way out of the mailbox. I went into shock. I started screaming like a big old baby. I ran into the house and called Fishdog some names that I know would make a marine blush.
IT WAS IN THERE WITH MY HAND. It touched me. I know it did.
As a matter of fact, it's still on me. I can feel it.
How could my husband, the man who supposedly loves me, let me stick my hand in a veritable nest of tarantulas? Why didn't he kill the spider before I ever knew it was there? I may never be able to check the mail again.
So then I
Instead of killing it, he set it free.
Folks, this is not the PETA headquarters. We kill spiders here. I don't care if they eat mosquitoes or lay golden eggs. If you're a spider, you get killed in my house. That's the understood rule. Or at least it has always been...until now.
He let the fucker go in the front yard. And I know it's working its way back to the mailbox because it laid 1 million-billion-katrillion baby spider eggs in there and it wants to be present when they are born and begin their take over of Chez Francis.
*shudder*
And that folks, is the most horrible thing ever to happen to me. Today.
Labels: fishdog, when insects attack, wtf
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
housekeeping...
Today's blog is some basic housekeeping. Mainly because my house is in major need of keeping and that's what I plan to do.
- The comment issue has been fixed on my blog. Now you can go to the 'permalink' or directly from the RSS feed and comment. Big thanks to Chrissy and Fishdog for their work on fixing that mess.
- Kitteh (aka, Kristen Painter) has interviewed fashion model and author Carol Alt today over at Fictionistas. Get thee over there and read it. Then comment. There's a book to be won here!
- Have you checked your facts today? Both campaigns stretch and distort the truth and sometimes they flat out lie. But FactCheck.org tells you what's true. Which lies can you live with? Which truths are closer to your heart?
- I have been totally in a Staind mode this past weekend. Like to the point that I've memorized all of their songs on their Chapter V album. (Which is seriously the best album ever. Their song PLEASE gets to me in a big way.) Plus at least two of their songs are included on my playlist for three different stories. I heart Staind. I plan to buy their new album today. Illusion of Progress...
- Now that I think about it, every one of the books I've written has had a scene in it that was inspired by a Staind lyric. Maybe I should write them a letter.
BTW: My kid is doing a fundraiser with Ugly Mug Coffee which you guys know I've touted and tweeted on several occasions. If you're interested in helping us out and trying a great coffee, email me!
For your enjoyment, another song of the Chapter V album that I love. Couldn't find a video for Please...
Find more videos like this on STAIND
Labels: fictionistas, fishdog, misc, website
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Monday, September 08, 2008
manic monday...
So I told y'all that Fishdog and Nemo did the paintball thing yesterday. Holy shit they came back all bruised up. And they were dressed head to toe in fatigues. Nemo even had on a 2nd pair of pants underneath is fatigues.
Behold the madness. Will somebody please explain to me how this paintball thing can possibly be fun?
Labels: damn kids, fictionistas, fishdog, idiots, paintball
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Sunday, September 07, 2008
fishdog
Fishdog getting ready for paintball war...
happy Sunday y'all.
Labels: fishdog
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Tuesday, July 01, 2008
fanatsy island...tell me about your fantasy hero
I love a bad boy. Always have. Over the years I’ve realized that the bad boy is my fantasy…one that I never wanted as my life partner. Not that Fishdog isn’t a bit of a bad boy—he totally is. Bald head, long goatee, loud and confident. (all he’s missing is an eyebrow piercing and a tattoo—he’s thinking about the tattoo. Don’t think I’ll ever convince him to pierce his eyebrow.) Either way, he definitely looks the part. But overall, he’s a teddy bear. He’s the perfect guy for me in real life.
But I’m not talking real life today; I’m talking about fantasy world.
I know there are women out there who love to read/watch/fantasize about the ‘Beta’ hero. As Kwana says “Apples and oranges.” I have no problem with a Beta man. In the real world, they make the great partners (for some women). But for me, when I’m indulging in a fantasy, it’s all about the attitude. And Betas just don’t have what I’m looking for.
It’s not just about a hot body and a pretty face (although, truth be told, that doesn’t hurt) it’s about mind-set and self-assurance. Shy is cute, but confidence turns me on.
Look at DeAnna on the Bachelorette. Who was she the most attracted to? Graham. He was confident and cocky and very closed off. But his aura was sex-on-a-stick. Was he the right guy for her? Nope. But could she stay away? Nope. The air sizzled when they were together. All that sexual frustration would end up coming out—usually in the form of a fight. What they needed was one week all alone without any clothing. They were never going to have a real relationship, but damn they would’ve had fun getting all that out of their system with some hot, sweaty, monkey-love.
Louisa blogged about this not too long ago. Her question was: how tough is too tough. Well for me, it’s not about actually being tough. (Though I’m not opposed to a tough guy). For me, Alpha/Bad-Boy really is all in the attitude. You can be an electrician or an accountant and still be Alpha. Or a snowboarder. Look at Jesse on the Bachelorette. He’s soft spoken and quiet most of the time, but his confidence is off the charts. It’s damn sexy…and it is the reason he’s in the final two. But will he be the one she picks? Probably not. Because the thing that draws us to an Alpha is the very thing that makes them a difficult life partner—they’re not easily complemented. DeAnna and Graham butted heads because they were both very Alpha. Sexual tension was so thick between them, but other than that, they were oil and water. Jesse and DeAnna would do the same. Even though he has a bit of both, I think the bad boy in him would be hard to settle down. And that's what she wants more than anything right now.
But that’s why Alphas make such awesome fantasies, because we don’t want to change them, we want to believe we’re the perfect complement to them! However, I’m not sure that’s possible in real life.
What do you think? Can a true Alpha make a good real life hero? Or is it that impossible? I think real life heroes are a good mix of Alpha/Beta (would that make them Gamma?) but when I fantasize, I like my men damn near Cro-Magnon. Okay, with smaller foreheads and a better vocabulary…but you get the picture.
Tell me, oh blog readers, what do you think? And guys—what about the chicks? Do you like them with confidence or do you prefer them pretty, pliable, and mute? The less expressive the better? Or is that just your fantasy girl? Seriously, I’m curious. What type of girls do guys fantasize about (and I’m not just talking about a nice set of tits).
Go on. Talk amongst yourselves.
Labels: chatter, fishdog, lust
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Monday, June 30, 2008
back to the grind
Today I'm blogging over at Fictionistas talking about Summertime...did you have a summer job or was it your job to play?
Click on the banner:
Here's a few more pics from last week...for your enjoyment.
Fishdog is the real hero of the week. :)Labels: fictionistas, fishdog, lads, pictures
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Thursday, June 26, 2008
fishdog is [a] keeper
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Friday, June 20, 2008
sometimes (oftentimes) I wonder...
right now, he's watching a movie that is driving me nucking futs. THE LADIES MAN with Jerry Lewis. Yes, Jerry Lewis. If it were THE LADIES MAN, the Tim Meadows movie, I'd probably watch with him...but no, it's Jerry Freaking Lewis.
The man drives me batty. Fucktackularly batty.
Unfortunately, we're like this a lot when it comes to movies. He likes Zatôichi and other kung fu and old black and movies that break out into song in the middle of dialogue. He likes stupid old war movies that I'd rather eat a lightbulb than watch.
It's kind of endearing. Sometimes. But right now, with Jerry Lewis's whiny voice in the background, it is NOT endearing. At. All.
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
happy father's day, FISHDOG
Labels: fishdog, holidays, the kids
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
sucked in
You'll notice from my Twitter announcements on the side that I was sucked in to The Bachelorette last night. Sigh. I don't know why I do this to myself. Seriously.Once you start watching, you can't look away. It's a proven fact!
Last night did not disappoint in the realm of what-the-fuckedness. (new word. add it to your daily glossary) We had a dude I now call "Football-for-Jesus". Look, I have no problem with your faith being #1 in your life, but c'mon. You don't proclaim Jesus and I'm a virgin the moment you step off the limo. Dude is a pro-football player. Too bad I can't remember his real name or I'd google him. Hang on, let me see...Okay, his name is Ryan and he plays football in Minneapolis. I'll admit to gaping at the TV when Deanna gave "Football-for-Jesus" dude a rose.
But the biggest shocker? When she kept the Karate Kid. 
O.M.G
Dude was the biggest knob. An absolute tool.
First off, his hair was a hot, greasy, mess. Usually I dig long hair, not on this dude. Secondly, did I mention that he was a knob? Cuz he was.
Many of the guys were doing stupid things to get Deanna's attention. One dude jumped into the pool with his suit on, then took it off, showing the world his speedo bathing suit with Deanna's name printed on the bottom.
One dude called her with a duck-call. Yeah. I'm not kidding.
But the Karate Kid? He took the snowboarder dude (who I actually really liked) and placed a lemon on a plastic cup on top of the snowboarder's head and then kicked it off. Like a 13 year old boy trying to impress a girl in front of his gang. Snowboarder dude said, "If you miss, when I wake up, I'm gonna punch you in the balls five times." Awesome.
But Deanna ended up giving the Karate Kid a rose. I'm sure she was instructed to keep him. That's the only reason I can imagine why she would've. Biggest. Knob. Ever.
The best part about watching the show? Fishdog watched with me. His commentary was priceless. I may never watch this show without him again.
Labels: awesome casserole, fishdog, tv, wtf
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Thursday, April 17, 2008
happy anniversary, fishdog!
But it's been 15 years. I think that rocks. Just like you.
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ETA:
Fishdog has posted a lovely anniversary blog. Best. Husband. Ever.
Labels: celebration, fishdog, lurve
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Wednesday, April 02, 2008
still working
Fishdog posted a few pics from our weekend on his blog. It hurts to remember.
Ian has his first track meet today. I have to find out what time his events are so we can go. The meet is supposed to last from 5:30 til 9:00. Unfortunately for my son, I'm just not that dedicated. Don't judge me.
I'm about to start week 3 of my diet and things are going well. Oh? I didn't tell you about my diet? Well, I joined The Diet Center and so far, it's been fairly easy. I weigh in tomorrow. I'll keep you posted.
I also made Fishdog join. I figure I shouldn't have to suffer alone. He's only going to do it for 4 weeks through the center and then keep it up on his own. He'll be more than halfway to his goal by the end of the 4 weeks anyway. I won't reach my goal until the end of August...and that's IF I stick to it the entire time. I'm going on vacation twice this year...to Boston in a month and then to San Francisco. So, I'm not sure I'll meet my goal by end of Aug. Maybe end of September.
Rhonda is blogging about what she didn't do on Spring Break over at Fictionistas.
Topic of chatter today: Do you often find the 2nd book of a series to be disappointing? Like maybe it's less about the characters and more about set up for the next story? I have noticed that a lot lately...it's becoming a bit frustrating, especially when the books are 500+ pages. (*koff* NEW MOON *koff*)
Labels: chatter, fictionistas, fishdog, writing
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Monday, March 17, 2008
birthday recap
Backstory to set up Friday morning:
I have been married to Fishdog for 1 month shy of 15 years. I know him pretty well. He rarely surprises me--especially on big days like birthdays, anniversaries, etc. He doesn't like to spend money, so if there is something that we want that is over $50, it really is tough on him. He just won't buy it. I knew that I was going to have to buy my own Awesome Pink iPod Nano. I've been wanting one since forever. I have asked for one more times than I can remember. I had already decided that if I didn't get one for my birthday, I would be buying it myself.
I get out of bed Friday morning and shuffle to my computer to check email and lust over my white trash crushes one more time.
Fishdog gets up and says, "You got that bean juice going yet?"
"Nope."
"Why not."
"We're out."
"Go see."
"You go see."
Heavy sigh. about 10 mins go by and I'm in the kitchen fixing me a glass of water.
Fishdog: "Hey, while you're there, check on the coffee."
Me: "Honey, it's my birthday, you should be making me coffee."
"Just check on the coffee woman!"
"Fine."
I open the container, and there is my iPod.
He does learn!
Thanks, honey. You rock.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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Wednesday, January 02, 2008
go back to school!
All was right in the world.
This year, Fishdog and I are working from home. First of all, we're trying to adjust to being at home all day together. It's not been difficult really, because he's downstairs, I'm upstairs, and we only see each other when we make an effort. Fishdog does seem to have a problem with stopping work. He has always been a bit of a workaholic, but he tended to come home around 7 most nights and if he needed to go back to work, he wouldn't until after the kids go to bed. Now that his office is in the house, he seems to have lost that ability to leave the office. That might end up being a problem eventually....but that is NOT the point of this post. The kids are.
They have been home for 2 weeks now and we've been shut up in the house with them. It was rainy for several days, and now it's bitterly cold. They won't go outside! And they are driving us insane!
The funny thing is, I was convinced they went back to school on Monday, so I have been counting down the days. Fishdog said he thought they went back the 3rd, which is tomorrow, but I was convinced it was the 7th.
Thank God I was wrong. They go back tomorrow. They aren't at all pleased about this fact, but I am jumping for joy. I need my routine back; especially since I have one more (small, I hope) round of revisions to do on Bite Me!
Go back to school, my little ones, so I can tolerate your
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Sunday, December 30, 2007
back to me
Whatever.
Ian had a $100 gift cert at Hollister and he spent $60. He's totally right, boys and shopping don't mix. Sigh. I would've spent $150 and assumed Mom would catch my overage. But hey, I'm a girl. That's what we do.
Ruby has just found her place as Supreme Ruler of the Francis Household. Well, almost. The cats pity her because she believes she is the Supreme Ruler, but they know they are far superior. Poor misguided Pug.I'm getting to know my MacBook and I like it for the most part. It has a couple of annoying little things to it, like it just stops connecting to the internet whenever it feels like it and I can't just 'reconnect' it, I have to restart it. I'm sure there's a setting somewhere that we haven't found yet. But the good news is, the restart time is so much quicker than my PC. I never wanted to turn that damn thing off because it would be a good ten minutes before I could do anything. And that was a huge frustration.
Oh, I bought Fishdog the hardcover (I was 286 out of the 300 sold!) version of Wil Wheaton's latest book, The Happiest Days of our Lives. I am trying to let Fishdog read it first, but I finally caved and read a story. Now I know my husband is going to totally dig this book. But I'm afraid he's going to have to conquer Legends of Rock III before he'll sit down and read it. Sigh. I'm beginning to think getting Rock Band might not be such a great idea...we're all way too addicted already.
Happy Sunday, y'all. I'm about to grab my 2nd cuppa and pull up Love Sux and write a little. Gotta get the first chapter to editor by 1/15 (along with my acknowledgments, which I'm afraid might be a chapter by itself) Then I think I'm going to start plotting out (I use "plotting" in the loosest way possible)Back to Blue which is going to be a lot of fun.
Labels: books, damn kids, fishdog, misc., must buys, writing
posted by Mel Francis @ 10:06 AM |
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Tuesday, December 18, 2007
hullloooooo!
Do you hear the echo on my blog? When I woke up this morning, I thought Hmmm, I should blog and when a tumbleweed rolled by, I realized it really was starting to look like a ghost town around here.
I'm trying (and obviously failing) to get into a blog routine again. I haven't felt the mojo lately. I'm sure it's because I've been blowing and going since before Thanksgiving. Moving is stressful enough, but to move during the holidays and while working on your first set of revisions? As my favorite Angry Beaver would say, That's just NUTS!
Fishdog is in Oxford this week, so dudes, call him tonight if y'all wanna go out for a bevvy. He'd appreciate it. Especially since he came home to discover the heat had gone out. Oh yeah, nothing like trying to get cozy in a 53 degree empty house (well, there is a bed). Brrrr. Just add 'fix heater' to our long list of things to do. (Thanks, Dino for putting him up for the night!)
Christmas shopping is done except for the stocking stuffers. I have to mail out 4 gifts today...one of them is my Romance Diva Secret Santa gift. I hope the person I picked loves it! I'm also mailing my CPs their gifts and my niece in North Carolina hers.
We still don't have a tree. Fishdog has been kinda Grinchy lately. Can you believe he actually suggested we CANCEL CHRISTMAS? hello!!! Are you kidding me? I've been living with my mother for 4 months. I deserve Christmas. And so do the boys. So, we're getting a tree today. I don't care if it's a Charlie Brown tree...it's still a tree. Fishdog says he's bringing me my decorations from Oxford. I won't over do the decorating--Christmas is only a week away. But I do want to hang the stockings and a wreath.Okay, I'm hitting my revisions now. They're due Friday and maybe a Christmas miracle will happen and I'll get them finished! :) It'll be down to the wire, that's for sure. What's been going on with y'all? You done shopping? You started shopping? Wrapping? Did you overspend this year or is that just status quo?
Labels: excuses for not blogging, family, fishdog, romance divas, writing
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Thursday, November 08, 2007
[insert title here]
Did you know this is NaBloPoMo? Yes, instead of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) they've created a National Blog Posting Month. My friends and very witty bloggers, Killer and Liz, are participating. You should go check them out. There's no telling what today's topic will be. Usually it's balls, or farts, or booze--sometimes their blogss hit the tri-fecta and cover all three topics in one post! I've been so buried in my cave, I haven't even been able to read all their posts for the month, yet. But I have them marked unread on my google reader so I can go back and enjoy them when I finish the book.
Speaking of the book and balls--yesterday sucked monkey balls. Blech. I wrote 3 pages. I couldn't concentrate. I am my own worst enemy when it comes to distraction. I can be sitting in a dark room with nothing but a laptop and before you know it, I've been playing with a piece of lint on my shirt for an hour. Seriously, focus is not my friend.
But today is another day.
Fishdog is in town now. Wonder if he'll stay out of my hair. If the man wanted hair, he could try to regrow his own, you know?
Oh, and to the person in Iowa who googled:
| my farts smell disgusting what is wrong with me |
Thanks for stopping by, and good luck with finding a cure for that. If you do find one, could you let me know? I live in a house with all boys and sometimes, they asphyxiate me with their heinous anuses. or would that be ani?
Labels: farts, fishdog, Killer, Liz, misc., writing
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007
duuuuuuudes.
Oh yeah. I went there.
It's 35 degrees this morning, so I'm wrapped in my blanket sitting at my desk looking at the frost on the ground. Fishdog will be here this afternoon, he's got some Oxford stuff he has to attend to. But it's just the two of us. The boys are with Nonnie until Sunday.
The end of the manuscript is on the horizon. I think I'm on schedule to have the first draft finished by the weekend so the lovely CPs can hack it up for me. I'm totally looking forward to that. LOL And then after I do some revisions, I'll get to pop my first deadline cherry.
So, I'll report in later, meanwhile, y'all tell me what's been going on in your world? I feel a little lonely, with nobody but my pets to talk to. And I kinda think they're getting a little bit tired of me working through vampire plot points with them...
Labels: fishdog, seasons, the 4-legged family members, writing
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Monday, October 22, 2007
alone again....
Fishdog left for Oxford, after spending two weeks here in the Rock. He'll be back Friday. So, as a tribute, I'm posting a video from one of my favorite bands of all time: Dokken
Go ahead. Listen. Let them inspire you.
Am I the only person who misses big hair and power ballads? Seriously?
Okay, so I don't miss the blue eye shadow and the shoulder pads, but boy, I loved me some hair metal. And now it's all considered "soft rock or oldies". I guess I know how my mother felt with the Beatles and Elvis started getting play time on the "soft rock" stations.
As my kids say almost daily. "You're old, Mom."
I guess so. Excuse me while I got take my arthritis meds and prepare me a sitz bath.
Labels: fishdog, misc., you tube
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
mel-o-panic!
Apparently, in my dream, I was two weeks from my deadline and on page fifty of my book. (which, if I'd taken the time to wake up, I would've realized it was a dream because of the page number alone.) But I didn't take the time to wake up. I had a stroke instead.
So, I got up at 5:30 (when my heart finally returned to its normal pace) made a pot of coffee (must get my heart rate back up with that caffeine injection, you know) and started writing.
I've written 5 pages so far. Thank God. I guess my subconscious was telling me that I've spent way too much time being the mom-taxi this week and not enough being the writer. Guess that'll show me.
In other news, Fishdog finally posted a new blog. Pop in and tell him twfkam sent ya.
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Friday, October 05, 2007
i guess i should blog today
We started off the day with my
Well, I decided to call the doctor instead. I had a feeling that 1 extra pill wasn't that big of a deal. And it's not. Doc said he'll probably be a little jittery and hyped up (oh, like that's different from everyday?) and that he'd probably be a little thirsty. I sent him to school with an extra bottle of water and a pat on the back. I decided to let the teachers deal with him. (my apologies to all my teacher friends.)
That's right folks, I'm totally kicking this Parent of the Year thing in the ass! I rock like Alice Cooper.
Fishdog will be here this afternoon. I'm glad. I've missed him this week. Sometimes I am fine with the week as a single parent and sometimes, not so much. This was a not so much week. And it's not just I could've used his help with the Mom Taxi Service (which I totally could've used) it's that I missed him. I hope we sell the house soon so we can stop this back and forth crap. We need our routine. So, everyone send vibes that we'll sell soon. Like this week.
Rader has a soccer game tonight. I really enjoy watching him play, he's got the potential to be a great player, if he'd just learn to run! We've been watching him closely and he runs on his heels. It's almost like he's trying to baby a foot injury. When he was little (around 6 months) his feet were turned all the way in. He had to wear those funky foot brace things with the bar for about 6 months. Anyway, I've decided to take him to the doc next week to see if there's a potential problem, or if he just needs to be retrained to run on his toes. (or just trained to run period. boy is slower than a sleeping snail.)
Okay, there. I've blogged. Before I go, I should give one last shout out to Jenna, the sex kitten. Please, go donate to help save a ta-ta.
Last year's RWA Conference. Jenna, Mel, Louisa. Labels: fishdog, idiots, soccer, tits
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007
my duck...
The Fishdog is a music madman. If it's out there, he's heard it. The more obscure, the more likely it is that he'll not only know the song, he probably has it on his MP3 player.
This has rubbed off on our kids. It's amazing to see these guys singing songs I didn't even know they'd heard of. And we're pretty wide open musically and honestly, there's very little we don't let the kids listen to.
But there is this one song on the MP3 player that I've forbidden for a while because of the subject...
Of course, you know what happened. Fishdog and I left the kids in the car while we ran back into the house to grab something we'd forgotten. And, as luck would have it, the song came on.
I discretely asked Fishdog if he thought they got the lyrics and understood what the song was about. He just laughed out loud. I mean, it's hardly a subtle song.
Ian starts asking "What?" and Rader says, "Are you talking about that, My Duck song?"
Oh yeah, My Duck. That's what the song says.
For those of you who are easily offended (why are you reading my blog?)or are at work without headphones, don't click this video. Everyone else, please listen and try hard not to sing along saying "My Duck"...