Monthly Archives: May 2011

Fantasy Man Friday

Have you ever had a week that was so awful, you can’t decide if you want to go back 7 days to start all over again in the hopes it’s better the second time, or just pray the insanity stops? That’s the kind of week I’ve had.

It all started with the rose bush that tried to kill me and went downhill from there. Wednesday morning I woke up at my regular time and attended to first-morning business. When I was leaving the bathroom, I coughed at the exact moment I was passing the door jamb and cracked my head on it. The blow was bad enough that I just knew I was gushing blood. But nope, no blood. Thank God. Instead, I had a lump and a huge red mark that’s just now starting to fade.

Thursday was possibly the worse day in history at my day job, but it was redeemed by a surprise visit by my nephew and Swamp People. This morning however, the curse continued. I woke up at 2:30 in the morning in pain that dragged me out of a dead sleep. After downing as much pain reliever as I could possibly handle, I ended up staying awake because there’s no way I would’ve gone back to sleep. So I’m operating on maybe 4 hours of sleep today with a full day ahead of me.

The good thing about today? It’s Friday which means I get to ogle sexy men and watch Ghost Adventures tonight, if I don’t pass out from exhaustion. Surely there’s something in my Fantasy Man database that can keep me awake…

Um…yeah, that might do it, especially if he keeps pulling down those undies. I suddenly don’t feel as tired as I was.

Happy Friday everyone, have a safe weekend!


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Cajun French: Pas Bon

Before I get to the lesson, this is just a reminder that I’m over at Daisy Harris’ blog with a giveaway. I hope you’ll stop by for a chance to win an e-copy of Lifestyles of the Fey and Dangerous.

It’s time for another Cajun French lesson. This week’s phrase is actually one I know well, but hadn’t thought about using until my sister-in-law reminded me of it. There are so many little phrases we use that it’s easy to overlook them as something unique to this area. I may have to start making a list of words and phrases as they occur to me so I don’t forget any.

Anyway, today’s lesson is one most parents use. Well, my mom did at least. Not in Cajun French, but in English. When we were misbehaving, or picking on her, she would tell us, “You’re no good!” Is this something other mothers say? Or is it just a Cajun French thing? I mean, I’m sure most parents would say “You’re bad!” instead of “no good”. Y’all will have to tell me because now I’m curious.

Okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s concentrate on saying someone is no good in Cajun French. The phrase we’re going to use is pas bon. The pronunciation would be “pah bahn” (no n sound).

You could use this expression under many circumstances from children to people. Instead of telling someone “You’re so bad” in a joking manner, you could just cluck your tongue and say, “Pas bon!”

If I’m not mistaken, someone in my very extended family is actually nicknamed Pas Bon. That should give you an idea of what kind of kid they were. It could be kind of like that Bill Cosby thing when he said he thought his name was Jesus Christ because that’s how his dad always started off his scoldings. I can see it now, this child’s mother was probably fed up with his antics and shouted, “Pas bon kid, stop doing that!”

Actually, come to think of that, I remember my grandfather saying “No good kid” a lot when we were being especially bad. And when we did something very stupid, it was a long-suffering sigh, a shake of his head, and a muttered “stupid kid”.

And just for the hell of it, here’s a lady who really is pas bon. She admits it!

I hope you’re able to use this phrase!


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What’s Playing Wednesday

Greetings! Before I get to the post, I’d like to remind  y’all that tomorrow I’ll be over at the fabulous Daisy Harris’ blog for a guest blog and book giveaway. I hope you’ll stop by for a chance to win an e-book of Lifestyles of the Fey and Dangerous.

And now for your regularly scheduled program…

I tell you, listening to all of this amazing music leaves me jonesing for a good metal concert. I haven’t been to one in over a year and I’m starting to feel withdrawals. Really, there’s nothing quite like feeling the music pound through your body as you’re lost in the energy of the crowd and musicians on stage.

I don’t need to mosh to enjoy the show, but I do like to be on the floor (even as short as I am). These concerts unleash the primitive inside and makes me want to go wild. Oh, how many times did I go home with whiplash because I’d headbanged my way into a world of pain? Eh…too many to count, but it didn’t stop me. I feel no pain during the shows, only the pulse of the music.

So today’s song is going to be another metal song. Remember, next week Olivia Cunning will be stopping by for an interview and song pick. I hope you’ll join us in some fun!

To give y’all a little heads-up, I’ve decided that starting in June, I’m going to theme What’s Playing Wednesday for remakes. That’s right. I’ll be posting songs that have been remade and I feel are good representations of the original songs. If you have any recommendations, let me know. Be on the look out for that.

And now we get to today’s song. The band is considered a heavy metal supergroup with metal musicians coming together and playing kick ass music. The lead singer and guitarist from Mudvayne, is joined by Nothingface guitarist, Damageplan bassist, and none other than Vinnie Paul of Pantera. The band is called Hellyeah and they’re seriously kick ass.

This is one of my favorite songs by them, called You Wouldn’t Know. I don’t know why, but I friggin’ love this song. It makes me want to just go all spastic with head-banging happiness, LOL. Or drive really fast *cough*  What? Don’t act like you don’t drive faster when certain songs come on the radio!

Anyway, here’s the song and I hope to see y’all next Wednesday!


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Feeling a Little Thorny

Since I went off yesterday about the flooding, I think today I need to take a lighter look at the anticipated floodwaters.

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I’m not a real outdoors type of woman. Sure, I love to fish, but that’s about the extent of my outdoorsiness (I know it isn’t a word). When it comes to yard work, you mention the word and I’ve got too many other things to do like laundry, mopping, plucking the hair out of my head one by one. You know, important things.

On Sunday, when I was about to start doing all of those not-so-important things, I started thinking about my pets. I have two cats and a dog. Ty, the 14-year-old cat has been voted off the island (inside) because of her…pottying problem. She stays outside all the time now. Mia, my 9-year-old Mini Schnauzer, only goes outside to potty and spend time with me…and Ty. Cookie the Hut stays inside at all times.

One thing government officials have stated over and over is that with the rising floodwaters, populated areas should be on the lookout for wildlife searching for higher ground. This could be anything from raccoons to black bears to alligators and snakes. Lots and lots of snakes. Do I expect to see bears roaming around my neighborhood? God, I hope not. Alligators? Well, my neighbor has already had a 9′ alligator under her porch and that wasn’t even for a flood. I instantly started thinking of the horrible, nasty beasts who might want to make a meal of my cranky cat and my sweet puppy dog.

This was enough motivation to get me in the yard to do major cleaning up. I spent seven hours cutting tree limbs and bushes, throwing out damaged fencing, anything that could possibly hide predators that might lie in wait for my babies. Armed with a limb cutter, a hatchet, and a saw, I attacked the thick branches of the holly bushes behind my house. Yes, a hatchet. I’m so not a lumberjack, by the way. I’m sore as hell, but that isn’t the point of this blog. No. There’s more.

In the process of doing this major clean-up around my home, I stepped on a nail (went right through my shoe into my foot), had black ants and God only knows what other kinds of bugs fall in my hair, on my neck, and down my shirt. Then I had to rumble with my neighbor’s rose bush…tree thingy.

This rose bush (tree) had nearly 1″ thick limbs that had pushed through her wooden fence to reach into our yard. The limbs were hanging low enough that simply walking would’ve had you caught in them. Since my brother was going to be cutting grass, I decided these rose branches had to go…

Not the actual rose tree...bush thing

Little did I know they weren’t going to leave easily. Oh, no. Those branches and I rumbled. The thorns grabbed my hair, my shirt, my neck, my arms, my work gloves. Every. Single. Time. I’d try a different approach and another branch would attack. It was like fighting an octopus! I look like I went a few rounds with a very pissed off house cat, but I won. Eventually. I have no doubt people heard me cursing and swearing up and down the street.

I’m proud of the work I managed to do and yes, I’m wearing my scratches and gouges like a battle-weary warrior. Yes, I can barely move my arms and please don’t ask me to open any jars because that might do me in. Do I plan to do this again? God, I don’t think so. Next time I think I’ll just rent a bulldozer and destroy everything from the safety of a cab.


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Waiting for Water

On Friday, I briefly mentioned here on my blog about the imminent flooding expected for my part of the world. Last week, people in this area were waiting to see what the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers would do about the Morganza Spillway. On Friday afternoon, we found out they were planning to open it.

This part of Louisiana is known as the Atchafalaya Basin. This is where the Mississippi and Atchafalaya Rivers drain to the Gulf. The people living here know that, we’ve known that for a hell of a long time. Don’t forget that many of the families who live in this area have been here for generations. Our ancestors were here before New Orleans was fully developed as a city. They were here before levees and locks and spillways and they forged a life here.

Fast-forward to the 20th century and modern man decided the land needed to be developed more for residential areas, for shipping, for production. They created man-built channels through the swamps to move big vessels to the Gulf. They filled in some natural bayous and canals to divert water (and traffic) where they wanted it. They built levees to drain marsh areas to put businesses and houses.

Through all of this, the people here shrugged and adapted. If their homes were flooded, they rebuilt their houses higher, or moved to higher ground. They accepted these things because this is their home. There’s no other place on Earth like this and they aren’t going to leave.

When hurricanes tear up the Gulf Coast, they open their arms to the displaced people in hard-hit areas even while they try to repair their own homes. For example, after Katrina, my town’s population boomed because we weren’t hit as hard as New Orleans was. People moved here to get away from the devastation and they stayed. We accepted that and moved on.

Last week, the Port Commission of New Orleans insisted that the USACE open the Morganza Spillway (which wasn’t intended as a floodgate, mind you). I was a bit stunned. Surely money couldn’t be more important than homes that will be lost when the water from the Morganza comes roaring down? I was wrong. It is more important than the homes of a few. People from Baton Rouge and New Orleans were praying for the same thing. No one seemed to care what the people who live here thought.

It was even said that this is something we should expect since we live in the delta. Why should they feel sorry for us for living here in the first place? You ever seen a pissed off Southern woman? Yeah. That was me. Oh, don’t get me wrong. Logically, I understand that the displacement of a few thousand people is better than the displacement of nearly a million, but did anyone bother to ask us? To show us compassion for what we’re about to go through? No. Not really.

I’m not going to rant. I’d love to, but it doesn’t do any good. Just don’t forget the people whose lives are going to be completely changed by the decision to open the Morganza. Eight parishes…EIGHT parishes are going to be hit compared to two cities. Will everyone in those parishes lose their homes? Probably not, but what about their jobs? How are they going to live when they can’t get to work because of road closures? Has anyone thought about that? What about the wildlife that will search out higher ground? Not all of us are alligator hunters, you know.

Ah well, maybe I’m being too dramatic. I’m not likely to flood after all, but it still grates my nerves how no one in this area was given a choice in the matter. This isn’t exactly a hurricane where it’s going to hit no matter what happens. This was a decision made by people for the “greater good”. I know it wasn’t maliciously intended. I know that, but it still feels wrong.

It just makes me think of another phrase that I’m sure you all know: C’est la vie. Such is life. We’ll survive and we’ll rebuild. It’s what we do. In the meantime, we’re waiting to see where the water will go and how bad it’s going to be.


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Fantasy Man Friday

I’m having a very Napoleon Dynamite moment because I want to say “Yessssss” for Friday. Is it just me, or do the weeks seem to be passing by too slowly, yet way too fast? I don’t even care that today’s Friday the 13th. I’m just glad it’s finally here!

Yesterday, I realized I’m a horrible friend. You see, my best friend and I both adore Kresley Cole’s IAD series. She got me reading them, in fact, so we like to one-up each other in speculations. A few months ago, we had a rather heated discussion over the next book in the series (as heated as best friends for 20+ years could have where name calling and much mocking was to be had). Anyway, she swore up and down that the heroine of the next book would be Nix, whereas I said nope, no way. I pointed out my logic (which was very logical, dammit, I was impressed with myself!) and she said I was wrong.

Well, you guessed it. Yesterday Kresley announced the heroine of her next novel and it wasn’t Nix. What did I do? Did I pat myself on the back? No. I immediately shot off an e-mail to my best friend and opened it with HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Because I’m a bad friend! But man, it felt good. I love being right. I even thanked Kresley Cole on her fanpage for proving me right.

Oh, I signed the contract for my fourth book in the Veil series, Ain’t No Bull this week, so yay! I’ve also hit a mental block on my two WIPs. After I sobbed uncontrollably spoke with my CP, Daisy Harris, I think I know how to fix at least one of them. No, neither of my WIPs are in the Veil world, sorry!

Hm, what else…oh. The flood. Did y’all know the Mississippi River is going buck wild this spring? Yeah, no one’s talking about it because it’s that unimportant. *snort* Anyway, we here in south Louisiana are waiting to see what they’re going to do so we know how to prepare for the flood. It looks like it’ll be shaping up into a very interesting month and don’t worry, I’ll keep y’all updated.

Now for the man. I was thinking I needed another pretty man this week. A pretty man with muscles and a thoughtful expression…barely wearing his underwear. I think I found one, what do you think?

I’m thinking very bad thoughts, I’ll have y’all know. His navel is talking to me. It’s saying “Lick here”. And you know what else? He has a nice nose. I like distinguished noses because mine is boring. He has a nose that says “I have muscles, the endurance of an Iditarod sled dog, and would love nothing more than to let you do naughty things to me in the  name of romance writing research”. Do you see that? Or is it just me?

Have a great weekend, y’all!


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Cajun French: Comme Ce, Comme Ca

I was going to write a very long, ranty post about the perception some people have about south Louisianans who live below sea level, but I’d rather not paint everyone with the same brush. I suppose I’m stressing a bit from the impending flood because I’m feeling sensitive about comments made by ignorant people.

Okay, now that’s out of the way, I can get to today’s lesson. I’m not sure if this is spelled correctly, but today’s phrase is Comme ce, comme sa. I heard this phrase my entire life and always took it to mean so-so. Why? Because every time someone would say it, they’d give that hand wobble most people do when they indicate things are neither good, nor bad.

It wasn’t until later that I realized the literal translation for this phrase is “like this, like that”. It’s pronounced come see, come sa and you have to add the hand motion. We speak with our hands too, you know.

So if you’re not having the best day and someone says…

Comment ca va? (How are you? or How is it going?) This is pronounced “Come’a sa va” (sort of, LOL)

You can answer Comme ce, comme ça.

If you’re having a good day, you can say Ca va bien. Which means “It goes well”.

When my brother married his wife, our oldest nephew was his best man and he’s a character. My sister-in-law’s cousin took an immediate liking to our nephew and nicknamed him comme ça. So yes, most of my sister-in-law’s family calls Patrick comme ça and don’t know him by any other name. It’s pretty funny, especially when they ask us “Which one’s comme ça?” *grin*

So it looks like y’all got several lessons in one day! I hope you’re able to use these in your writing or just for fun.


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