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Hysteria

Le sigh, why must it be Monday already? It feels as though the weekend just flew by and left my head spinning.

Probably because if I wasn’t napping, I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Lovely imagery, but there ya go. Saturday should have been spent writing, but there was so much to do before our trivia night. I had headlight bulbs to get changed, groceries and food for my babies to buy and fingernail polish to conquer. Now before you say “Lord, she bought more fingernail polish?” I haven’t bought polish in at least two months. I think.

And I picked up some awesome colors! *skips* Yay!

Trivia night. Okay, in case you haven’t read about them before, teams of 6 get together to battle it out against other teams for first place. It’s sort of like Trivial Pursuit except a lot more fun. We always come out in the middle somewhere. I should probably start hanging out with people who listen to Country music because while we dominate the music category, I can only do so much *ducks* Oh. And I should probably also take my best friend’s advice when she says the most popular ice cream flavor is vanilla, not chocolate. Sorry Angie.

But we had fun. We weren’t drinking, yet we were still cutting up more than the other tables. Apparently I’m hysterical when I’m trying to get my mother to understand a question about silver being added to the penny. My sister nearly fell out of her chair laughing at me with my brother and best friend not far behind. Mais, I didn’t see what was so funny, but someone said something about me looking like a lion pouncing on a wounded gazelle. Poor Mom.

We came out in 8th place out of 17 teams. Not too good, not too bad, but we had a blast and plan to do it again next year. My cousin even suggested we have a family trivia night. Not just for fun, but also for practice because she wants to kick ass next time around.

Sunday was spent recovering from my misplaced belief that I was 20 again and could stay up until 4 am without a problem. *snort* I slept late, got up, saw my friend off for home then went back to bed. Oh, the sleep! Fat cat and doggie were happy to have Mommy in bed and not moving for several hours. They were so tired, you know. What does this mean? It means I didn’t write a single word all weekend long.

I tell myself that’s okay because while I didn’t write, I brainstormed. Yes, that’s what I told myself as I saw on the sofa and watched X-Men: The Last Stand, Pineapple Express, The Green Hornet, and Vikings. I was brainstorming! And I slept like absolute hell last night because my characters wouldn’t leave me alone.

So what did you do this weekend?

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Daylight Savings Time and Men

Those really have nothing to do with each other. My brain is still in bed sleeping the sleep of the innocents. Or not so innocents.

I think y’all liked last week’s interview, right? That’s what it seemed like anyway. Which leads to part of today’s post. It’s fun searching and trying to track down men for the interviews. Unfortunately, it isn’t always easy. I have a couple of guys this month but I may not have them every week the way I’d like. To make sure I have enough to go around (I’m cracking up at myself), I’m going to stagger them a little. Maybe post fantasy men every other week.

For instance, next week we have one of the newest Cavemen to join Ellora’s Cave, Austin. Oh yeah, I have a new Caveman debuting right here on Unearthly Musings! After that? Well, I may have a Marine and fighter scheduled. *shivers* He’s something else. Seriously. So y’all don’t want to miss the upcoming Fantasy Men Interviews. And hopefully, that’s whetted your appetite and will have you coming back again and again. *rubs her hands together with a maniacal laugh*

There’s so much coming up really, that it sucks to have this Daylight Savings Time thing dragging me down. My great-nephew arrives on Thursday (yay!), the Big Cocks and Shamrocks Blog Hop starts on Sunday, my Scavenger Hunt for Dean’s List starts a week from today, Dean’s List comes out next Wednesday and then we have Easter right after that! And here I am having to prop my eyes open.

Heck, I had to nearly carry my dog out of bed because in her mind it was 4:30, not 5:30 when I rolled out of bed and flipped on the light. She blinked at me as though to say “Are you out of your mind, woman? It’s too early to go potty.”

The cat, who has to oversee my shower every morning, did not look happy to do so at such an early time. She sat on the counter glaring at me throughout the entire process. I could see her through the shower curtain. I felt like such an inconsiderate pet owner. Why was I up and making noise? Why was I making them get out of bed before they were ready? Didn’t they realize I stayed up later than usual to watch that Vikings show? (Which was really good, by the way.) How could I possibly justify going to bed late and waking up so early?

Well I don’t feel that bad really. Why should I? I’m going to be working all day to make enough money to keep them in good food and litter while they’re going to sleep all day. *mutters* I really need to win the lottery. Or find a rich man to take care of me. Do y’all know any who might be looking for a Cajun woman who prefers jeans to dresses, has a fingernail polish fetish, three pets, writes smut and loves men with beards? No? Me neither.

Happy Daylight Savings Time. Yeah, I’m shuddering at that phrase too. *mutters*

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What A Hoot

It’s Monday. Meh.

From Friday afternoon to just before dawn today felt more like a week than a weekend. I could have sworn today was Tuesday. Honestly!

Why? Well, because I barely had an uncomplicated minute to myself. For the most part, I can’t complain. Friday afternoon, while checking out a building, I stumbled across something I’ll probably never see again. At first, because I was all alone and the building was shadowy and kind of scary and because I was expecting to see something like a snake, possum or raccoon, I was scared. I mean, wouldn’t you be if you saw something move out the corner of your eye and heard this ominous clicking sound? Especially when there was supposed to be nothing in this building?

Liar! Y’all all want to act as though you would have known, but y’all would’ve been just like me. Point at it, shout “holy shit! What is that?” to no one in particular and walk away as though it’s going to grow fangs and come at you like the killer rabbit in The Holy Grail. It was only later that I realized this is what I stumbled across:

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It’s a baby owl. One of two I found huddling next to a box in the warehouse. I don’t know if they fell from their perch, if their mother abandoned them when crews began to work on the building or what, but they didn’t look like owls when I first saw them. They looked like…monsters. Sure, laugh! I did. But do you see the size of those talons? I told my coworker if he didn’t leave them alone they were going to fly at his face and eat it.

So the excitement from the Great Owl Discovery faded and I had a baby shower to attend on Saturday. It was nice. My nephew’s girlfriend got a lot of presents and looked adorable with her baby bump. I wonder if she even realizes she’s naming my great-nephew the same name I chose for one of my heroes. Mason. Hopefully this Mason has an easier life of it than the fictional one. Which come to think of it is kind of funny. My sister named her new puppy Izzy. That’s the name of my heroine from Ain’t No Bull. I bet she forgot that.

By Saturday night though, I was convinced someone was trying to kill me. I spent most of the night casting up my accounts (which sounds a lot like math) which meant when Sunday rolled around, I felt like death warmed over. I slept all day, watched G.I. Joe and bitched at Duke for forgiving The Baroness. *mutters*

Anyway, this is going to be another hectic week with a Cabal of Hotness Chat at Coffee Time Romance tomorrow night and the cabal is in full force over at Naughty Author Chicks this week. Again. Yes we invaded them hard. OH!! And the second volume of the Fondled and Gobbled anthology, Going Back for Seconds comes out this Friday. There are some very stressed, freaked out funny women in the Cabal.

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Monday Mehs

I thought for sure I’d used this title before. But it must’ve just been Monday Meh.

I had a good weekend for the most part. Had lunch with my sister, mom, nephew and his girlfriend since we were planning to watch a movie that afternoon. The kids were leaving on Sunday to go back to north Louisiana for school so we were getting one last chance to be with them. We ended up at Pier 1. Have you ever been there? It was my first time and the minute we walked through the door, we were attacked by clerks who wanted to help us, wanted to know what we were looking for. It was so bad that at one point they were telling me about the sales and I said, “I know. I can read. But thank you.”

I haven’t even gotten that kind of treatment at car dealerships. Those are the times you expect sales persons to pop out of trunks and browbeat you with their great deals until you’re left bleeding on the ground and you agree to buy their car. This was worst than that. I did end up buying a clock and they gave me a bag that was large enough to put a body inside. I’m not sure if they were hinting that I needed to buy something bigger or if they were just out of bags, but well…

I did get to see The Hobbit and I adored it. It’s been years since I read the book, back in my MUD (multi-user dungeon) days, but oh, I adored the movie. I went with my mom, my sister and my godson and can I just say my sister and I should have sat together? We were on either side of my nephew who kept having to move out of the way so we could whisper asides to each other. There are some interesting movies coming out soon and we’ve already made plans to go see Warm Bodies. Because that just looks funny. It actually reminds me of something I’d write. All whacked out and weird.

I love weird.

Yesterday was a miserable, rainy day. I did get some writing done and those of you who wonder when the next Cajun Heat is going to come out will be happy to know I’m actually writing on it. Right now. I don’t know when it’ll come out, but…there are words being written.

The Cabal is gearing up for the start of our pimpage of the Fondled and Gobbled books which come out next month. Oh yes, there will be chats, spotlights, guest posts…and blog hops. Oh! We also have a store. If you want to buy Cabal of Hotness goodies, like shirts, mugs, whatever, check it out.

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Keeping It Simple

It’s Monday and my brain isn’t all here. Part of that has to do with me waking up early to work out and the other part has to do with the chemical smell today that’s making me feel as though I’m as high as a kite.

So today’s post is going to be very simple. In the face of all the horrible events we’ve witnessed over the last year, there’s only one thing to say:

If everyone followed this simple creed, we wouldn’t have half the problems we do in the world today.

I’ll be back to my regularly programmed blog later this week.

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A Plague Upon the House of Avet

At least that’s what it feels like.

Last week, I thought I was dying. Went to the doctor to find out I had an upper respiratory infection. Okay, I can handle that as long as I get a shot and some meds. I was a good girl. I took all of my medicine, which is unusual for me, and I rested. I didn’t overdo it or anything. Thanksgiving rolled around and I had a wonderful time.

The food was plentiful and good. The football games were plentiful and two of them were really good. I had big plans for Friday and Saturday. I have so many WIPs that need to be worked on, I promised myself (and my muse) that we’d sit down and churn out some serious numbers. Friday morning I woke up, had a cup of coffee, took a shower, put clean pjs on and went back to bed. I slept until 2 pm. Obviously I wasn’t going to get any writing done. It had to be some kind of post-Thanksgiving funk. I shrugged off the thought and enjoyed a day of laziness because Saturday it was on like Donkey Kong!

Saturday morning I woke up, groaned and heaved and coughed and sneezed. Ugh. I wasn’t going anywhere. Not even the store to pick up groceries for me and the animals. I rolled back in bed, certain I’d feel better by Sunday when I absolutely had to go to the store. No excuses.

Yup, still sick on Sunday morning, but I went to the store and bought sweets. Why? I have no idea, but when I got home I had cookies and doughnuts and ice cream. I wanted to eat all of it, while sniffling and sneezing over it, permanently claiming it all as mine. I didn’t of course, but I did eat a lot of bad stuff yesterday. And guess what? It didn’t make me feel any better.

Here we are an exact week after my doctor’s appointment and the cold still lingers. *shakes her fist at the fates* However, I did start writing last night after the Saints broke my heart by losing. Despite the sniffling, sneezing and cold sweats, I got a good word count in and I did it again this morning. I haven’t worked out since Thanksgiving morning and I feel awful for it, but there’s no way I can sweat with this cold thing going on without feeling as though I was back in the 1600′s and still believed in the four humors.

Yeah, it’s a miserable Danica you’re reading about today. But I did have lovely Thanksgiving holiday otherwise. I read a lot. I watched a lot of movies (hello, The Black Swan was fucked up!) and I cuddled with fat cat and needy dog.

How was yours?

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Leave the Hat On Please

Today I’m over at Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind talking about something very weird I’ve seen while on Bourbon Street. Comment to win a copy of You Bet Your Banshee!

Continuing this month’s theme of stripping/dancing/taking off clothes, we have something in a slightly different genre.

For those of you who’ve never seen The Full Monty, you’re missing out. It’s one of those movies I will watch over and over again, not just because it’s cute and funny and British, but because it’s a good story.

For those of you who have seen the movie, you can probably guess what today’s song is. Yup, it’s “You Can Leave Your Hat On” by Tom Jones. This song was originally written and performed by Randy Newman and covered several times. I’m not playing the Joe Cocker version because I always feel like poor Joe is about to have an aneurysm when he sings. I think Tom Jones’ version is smooth and sexy. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a good quality video of this version, so you’ll have to make do with very bad graphics.

Enjoy!

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A New Week

I had a great weekend and hopefully that feel good feeling will last throughout this week.

On Saturday I went to the movies with my sister and brother-in-law to see One for the Money. The movie was cute and funny, though there were several things about it I would have changed. If you’ve read the Janet Evanovich books, you’ll notice Ranger talks a lot more in the movie than he did in the books. They made Stephanie much more competent than she was in the books which kind of ruined some of the bumbling, solving-the-case-through-sheer-luck aspect of her story. The movie moved slower than I would have liked, but overall, I liked it.
 
On Sunday, I was honored by a visit from my youngest nephew, baby Bennett. He spent all day with me and my mom, smiling at us, laughing at me, and cooing out all his troubles. He’s really a sweet, good-natured baby. The dog didn’t appreciate his company as much as we did and spent most of her time whining because we were either holding him, or talking to him and not her. The cat sniffed him a couple of times and decided he wasn’t worth her valuable time.
 
I love to spend time with my family, as if you didn’t know that by now. They entertain me as few manage to, even when they can’t really talk yet.
 
So here’s hoping this week will be better than the last!
 
What did you do this weekend?
 

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Movie Bound

It’s funny, but until my first book was published, my sister wasn’t a big reader. Years ago, we used to swap books. I’d give her some of my favorite romances to read and she’d pass along Stephen King’s books. I liked the arrangements, but life got in the way and she didn’t have time to read anymore.

When I got published, she read every one of my books and demanded more. That’s when I started introducing her to the world of the kick-ass heroine. Back in the early 90s, heroines were still a little wimpy. Sure, there were some hellions in the bunch, but they hadn’t gotten to the independent state they are now. She was instantly hooked and devoured every series I threw her way. Black Dagger Brotherhood? She was all over that. The Pride Series (Shelly Laurenston)? She ate it up with a spoon.

Pretty soon I’d run out of my favorite series to share with her and decided I’d throw something different her way. That’s when I introduced her to Stephanie Plum. In case you’re not a big romance reader, Stephanie Plum is the brainchild of Janet Evanovich. There are eighteen books in the series with little asides to whet your appetite. I’ll admit I haven’t read the more recent books, having stopped at Fearless Fourteen. However, my sister read every book I gave her and ordered the rest.

She adores the series and I can’t blame her. I mean, who isn’t jealous of Stephanie Plum? She has Joe and Ranger who both want her. I personally think she should go with Ranger. My sister agrees. Ranger…le sigh! Then, when I told her the first book of the series One for the Money was made into a movie that’s being released Friday, the first thing she said was, “We’re going, right?”

Yup, we’re going. Her husband’s coming too. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around that, but she told me she tried getting him to read the series too but when she explained it to him, he told her he didn’t have to read it now because she told him everything about it. *shakes her head* Men. Still, I think he might get a kick out of the movie. At least I hope he does. I also hope I’m not disappointed.

I’ve seen who they have playing Joe and Ranger and neither man fits my idea of the characters. You know what I mean. When we love a book so much we’d love to see it on the big screen, we all have a perfect idea of which actors/models should play our favorite characters. I do the same thing when I’m writing, too. Yet the cast for the movie, with the exception of Katherine Heigl, don’t fit my idea of the characters. Meh, maybe I’m just being picky.

Anyway, here’s the trailer. Who else is going to see it?

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Cry Baby

It was an interesting weekend. I spent most of the weekend cleaning house, re-reading some of my favorite books, and brainstorming a new book. Fortunately, all three endeavors were successful. I have a wonderful idea for a new story and can’t wait to get started on it, so my current WIP had better hurry up and come to an end!

The only thing I didn’t count on was the Lifetime Channel. Saturday night, I’d just finished a book and it was getting close to bedtime, but I still had time to kill. Instead of starting yet another book, I decided to watch a movie. Of course because I decided it was time to lose myself in the television, nothing good was on. Then I saw I could catch the end of P.S. I Love You.

I’ve never seen this movie before and yes, shame on me because my man is in it. But that’s okay. I actually don’t watch romance movies (which is ironic since I read them like crazy), and after watching the end of this movie, I only justified my reasons for not watching romances. Yes, I cried. I only watched the last twenty minutes of the movie and ended up sobbing. Dammit.

This isn’t the first time it’s happened though. Oh, no. When I was in college, I took a break from studying for finals and caught the part in City of Angels when Meg Ryan’s character dies. Yeah. Sobs and much snot. Then again, a few years later, I was up at the god awful hour of three a.m. and was waiting for some old movie to come on. And while waiting for that movie to come on, I saw the end of Wuthering Heights. Yeah, when Catherine died. I shouldn’t have even paused on this movie because I hated the book, but there you have it.

Yes, before you ask, I have cried for many books. Those I haven’t cried for, sometimes leave me with this sharp pain in my chest. The black moments just about kill me and sometimes I wish I could just cry it out, even though I absolutely hate crying. I feel idiotic to sit there with tears rolling down my face and nothing to show for it but a book or a movie, but there you have it.

I suppose I should blame my dad for this character…flaw? Yeah, he’s a crier. There are some movies he’ll never watch again because he cries so much. Unless I absolutely love the movie, I have my own list of movies I’ll never watch again because of the crying. And I won’t watch dramas with my sister. There isn’t enough tissue in the world to share between us. It’s like when someone vomits and other people feel sympathy nausea. With my sister, if she starts crying, I’m going to start crying and vice versa. It’s just the way it goes.

So I spent Saturday night crying my eyes out for a movie I didn’t even watch all the way through. Have you done this? Have you had the misfortune to catch a movie at its black moment and find yourself reaching for the tissues? Do you cry for books? Have you ever cried for your own books? (Yeah, I did that too with my latest manuscript. I didn’t let the tears fall, but they were there and I felt so proud of myself! LOL)

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