Monthly Archives: September 2011

Fantasy Man Friday

Another week over. Yay! It’s Friday again which means it’s time for some man candy. Rar. But you know I have to talk about my week first, so by all means, skip this and get right to the good stuff.

Okay, after speaking with my agent who has given her blessing for me to work on whatever my little muse desires, I finished revising my first novella and sent it to her. Five minutes later, I started working on the second. I’ll admit I’m a little nervous about her reading that novella. It’s my first foray into BDSM with some menage thrown in for fun. Heh. *cough*

Anyway, the book is pretty explicit and hot and…not really unlike my latest novel, Ain’t No Bull, which had a sextreme rating from Siren. Yeah. Yowsa! This one is a little hotter…okay, a lot hotter. There’s this scene involving a spreader bar and two men…which is the inspiration for today’s Fantasy Man!

Bet you didn’t think I could work this little tale into my post, huh? Pfft, I’m a writer, people. I can make anything go together! Well, almost anything. I still have trouble trying to figure out exactly how Laverne drank milk and Pepsi together, but that’s a post for another day.

I didn’t actually use this picture to inspire that particular scene, but I wish I had…then it might’ve been so hot it set my computer on fire!

Ooooh *fans herself* Two men with 5 o’clock shadows, well-oiled, muscular chests and abs I want to…er well anyway! They so weren’t the inspiration for my menage scene. Honest. *goes back to read through it* Although…you know, I might have written it for them rather than wrote it because of them. Because this heroine sounds a lot like me and they look a lot like the hero and his friend and…I’ll just shut up now.

Happy Friday and have a safe weekend!


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Cajun French: Pis au lit

It’s Thursday and I couldn’t be happier unless it was actually Friday. It’s been a long, drawn-out week. I’m ready for my weekend and some time writing.

But that isn’t what today is about. Today I’m talking flowers. Well, one flower in particular. There are these little yellow flowers my mom said not to pick because they’d make me wet the bed…funny, huh? Well, I don’t think the golden rod has that power, but the name we use for it kind of sounds like it might. Here we call golden rods pis au lits (pronounced pees-o-lee). I’ve also heard it called the pee-pee flower *snickers*

As a kid, everything came out sounding like swear words. Pittsburg was Pissburg. Pis au lit was piss-o-lee. What can I say? When I was five, I wanted a reason to swear.

It’s kind of funny, but the pis au lit does have medicinal benefits. Apparently, herbal practitioners use this weed in tonics to counter inflammation and irritation caused by bacterial infections or kidney stones. It’s also been used to aid in the cleansing of the kidney/bladder. How’s that for Mom being right?

It makes sense that the people who came here would find a use for the flora they discovered. I just find it hilarious that its use and Cajun name kind of go together.


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Remaking 5 Man Electrical Band

Yeah, I didn’t know that was the name of the band until I went to find the song. But I’ll get to that in a minute.

In my part of the world, we apparently have a overabudance of one-way streets. I don’t see the problem with it, but someone mentioned it to me years ago and ever since, I’ve noticed that a lot of people seem to forget they just drove on a one-way.

For example, the highway I have to take to get home. There’s an exit ramp onto it from the interstate and “do not enter”, “wrong way” signs posted all over the road if you attempt to go against traffic. Yet at least ten times a year, I’ll see cars leave the gas station driving toward me on the one-way. It happened last week in fact. I was in the lane the person drove in with five o’clock traffic right behind me.

I flashed my lights over and over and over again to help them see the error of their ways…and it was only as they realized I wasn’t getting out of my lane that they pulled over, a frantic “Where’s the sign that says wrong way?” on their faces. Pauvre bete. I try not to get angry with them, but you know…traffic signs are there for a reason people. They’re not suggestions…unless it’s the speed limit signs.

So in honor of the signs people don’t read in my neck of the woods, I have the Five Man Electrical Band with “Signs” followed by the Tesla remake from the 90’s. I loved Tesla because of this song and what was that sappy one they had? “Love Song”. Good stuff. So which do you prefer?

The Original:

The Remake:


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The Theme Change

I only have two more weeks in the summer remake series I started way back in June…or was it May? I can’t remember and I’m too lazy to look over my old posts. It might seem silly, but it’s preyed on my mind since I realized summer is almost officially over. What am I going to do for What’s Playing Wednesdays? Sure, I could go back to letting my MP3 player randomly select a song for your entertainment, but that wasn’t as much fun as the remake series.

So I’m thinking of doing a color theme every month. Sound weird? Yeah, probably so, but I think I can d it. I used to work on a riverboat cruise…as a cocktail waitress. (Liberal arts degrees are not the way to go, my young friends!) I was only onboard for two weeks. In that time, I’d fallen out of my bunk and had to go to a hospital in Paducah, Kentucky. I had scalding hot water splashed up both of my arms and was wrapped up like a mummy by the first mate.

But it wasn’t all horrible. Sure, I had two mental breakdowns and cried my eyes out because I just could not understand the computer system we had to put our drink orders in, but what I did enjoy was the people I served. There was this one couple in their 70s. Each day, the husband wore the same shirt just in different colors. I thought it was funny and on the 2nd day after noticing, I would sing a song to him for whatever color shirt he wore. His wife was delighted and I think she went out of her way to choose colors I might not be able to find a song for. It’s a good thing my family had such eclectic tastes in music because she wasn’t able to stump me.

So I think that’s going to be the theme change on What’s Playing Wednesdays. I’ll only do the basic colors, mind you, but each month will have a different color and I’ll pick a song to go with it. Hopefully…I’m not sure about brown…I’ll have to research that one. Oh! I know at least one song, LOL. Anyway, this will start in October. I hope it doesn’t bore anyone!

Do you have any other music themes you wouldn’t mind seeing on What’s Playing Wednesday? I did also think about song title similarities…you know two songs from different genres with the same title, or I could do a decade by decade theme…hm. Lots to think about. Maybe I should’ve been a DJ instead of a writer.


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The Nervous Stomach

Why does it always seem like the weekends are never long enough? *sniff* I think we should always have 3-day weekends just so we can slowly adjust to the upcoming work week. Who’s with me?

Le sigh.

Have I ever mentioned that I have a nervous stomach? Not like embarrassingly nervous or anything, but more like “Oh, I think I’m going to puke nervous”. Why am I nervous? Well a couple of things really.

First off, today is my first day blogging over at Darker Temptations. I know, you’d think after two years of blogging it should be old, but this is like…different. I have no idea what to talk about! *gasps* I know! I wrote three or four posts, hated them all and deleted them. It’s supposed to be an introduction, but I really don’t want to sound all stuck on myself or anything. It’s really bothering me LOL

Secondly, next weekend my sister-in-law’s mom is hosting a book party in my honor. *hyperventilates* Oh sure, most of the women in my family will be there, but it’s scary as all hell. I mean…I have to put my Danica hat on for them. They only know me as, well me, the woman behind Danica. How will they react when they see the other me? The one who smiles and laughs and talks to people without a bit of nervousness? How in the hell am I going to read an excerpt of my book without stumbling over my words?

I’m not worried about people not being able to hear me. I do come from a loud ass family after all. Being able to speak loud enough to be heard over ten other loud mouths is normal. No, it’s the actual speaking that’s worrying me. I mean, I know I’ve been talking for thirty something years, but when I get nervous or worked up, I mispronounce words, or slur like I’ve been hitting the Jack Daniels. *deep breath* Okay, calming down.

No, I’m not. I can’t be calm until it’s over. I have to choose a scene to read and practice. I remember that much from Speech 101. I have to make eye contact and not read in a monotone. I can do that. I think. But then I worry about my eyes jumping spots and wasting time trying to find my place again. *groans* It’ll be fine.

Maybe I can hit the wine before the reading. Just a couple of bottles glasses to calm me down. Or I can find someone in the audience and read to them…maybe I should ask them to invite a really hot guy. Of course then I’d have to be extra careful because then I’d start speaking in my usually-non-existant flat Cajun accent. Mais, this is going to be interesting.

But I’m calm…or I will be just as soon as the reading is over.

How about y’all? What makes you nervous? Are you a good public speaker, or do you have to psyche yourself up for it?


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Fantasy Man Friday

I have mixed feelings this morning. On one hand, it’s a gorgeous day, it’s Friday, and it’s also Fantasy Man Friday. On the other hand, I have football hangover after my boys in black and gold lost to the Cheeseheads. *Sniff* I have dark circles under my eyes from staying up so late, my throat is sore from screaming at the television, and my dog acts like I’m a monster because I was screaming at the television. *sniff sniff*

However, it is Friday, specifically Fantasy Man Friday and I spent a lot of time this week looking for a gorgeous man. I didn’t realize I’d need him to boost my morale—and other things. *cough*

So today won’t be a long-winded post. I just don’t have the words and I have this guy waiting for me to cheer me up.

Uh, don’t worry about the chains. I swear he’s wearing them of his own free will. *cough* All those muscles…nom, nom, nom. I feel better already!

Happy Friday, y’all, and have a safe weekend!


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Cajun French: Pooh-Deein

Okay, I’ll be honest…I don’t know if this word is really Cajun French, or if it’s a bastardized Cajun English word. I picked it because after spending time with my godson last week and over the weekend, I heard it so many times, I had to use it.

Now, according to the Urban Dictionary, pooh-deein (pronounced pooh-dee) is a word used to describe something overgrown, like a car with a lot of grass beneath it. I would translate that to mean trashy, or junk. My nephew and his friends though, use the word to describe each other’s X-box 360 skills.

Aw, man, you pooh-deein!

I asked him what he thought it meant and he said it means you stink. I suppose it could work as well. Used the way he and his friends use it, it could go either way.

I have a feeling I’ll be using this word a lot tonight. The Saints are playing against the Packers and they’ve been pumping up the fact that it’s the last 2 Superbowl winning teams playing in the first regular NFL game of the season. I’m nervous. I’m worried the referees will miss something important…in which case I’ll be screaming at the television…

Aw, ref, you pooh-deein!

I’m tempted to tell my brother-in-law that. Did I mention my sister, brother, brother-in-law, nephews, my cousin’s husband, and I are playing fantasy football? Yeah well my BIL sent out his first bit of smack talk of the season and guess who he’s playing against? Yup, me.

His fantasy QB is Aaron Rodgers and his fantasy defense is the Saints. Hello? Conflict of interest! His defense will be working against his quarterback and vice versa. I told him he’d better hope his defense doesn’t do well, otherwise he’d be the one crying like a little baby…or something like that. *sniff* He’s pooh-deein.



I just heard from my Cajun French speaking informant who has never heard this word. He said what he thinks the kids are trying to say is pourri which means “rotten”. It would be pronounced “poo-ree”, which is close enough, don’t you think? Those poor kids. I knew they were bastardizing something! LOL


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Remaking Ram Jam

Le sigh. Well, the blog tour is over. *sniff* I’m actually kind of sad. It was fun meeting so many new people and learning their thoughts on things like kick ass heroines and things like that. I’m also glad in a way because it frees some of my time for writing and beta reading. Did I mention I have a smoking hot story to read by my friend, Avril Ashton? Oh yes, this thing is so hot, my hard drive has threatened to melt!

But that’s not why we’re here today. No, today we’re here to talk about music. That which soothes the savage beast. The summer remake series has been so much fun, I don’t want it to end! But I suppose I’ll have to bring it to an end this month *sniff* Then I’ll have to come up with another theme…maybe a different theme every month. Something! Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out.

Now if you don’t know who Ram Jam, don’t be upset because you’ve heard their song. I know you have. You have to have heard of “Black Betty”. You know, that wild, dueling guitar anthem of the 70’s. Well, I don’t know if it was an actual anthem, but it should’ve been. It’s one of the most kick ass songs from the 70’s…okay, not counting Black Sabbath’s stuff or AC/DC or Sweet or…you get the idea. It was originally recorded in 1933, but that Ram Jam version is just…wow.


Anyway, this song is near and dear to my heart. And I have no idea why. When I hear it I think of my aunt. I don’t know if this was something she listened to, but I hear it and I remember her wearing those short shorts she had, her halter top, and the long, flat hair. Or her big bell bottom jeans and her fuzzy t-shirt with her feathered hair. Crazy, huh?

I also think about the movie Kung Pow! Enter the Fist. Yes, I know, not exactly high-brow entertainment, but I love it! And I can totally see the evil one kick butt while this song plays. *Makes a note to watch the movie again soon*

In 2004, a band called Spiderbait remade this song. Actually, a lot of people have remade it. I just took a peek at the list and was floored. It’s a popular song! So which do you prefer? The 1970’s version of the one from 2004?

The sort of, not really original:

One of the most recent remakes:



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The Beautiful Morning

Greetings, folks!! Today is the last day of my blog tour. I’m kind of sad about it, but on the other hand, I can concentrate on the greatest idea evah that I had while taking a shower yesterday. I always seem to get the best plots when I’m in the shower. It almost makes me think that when I get stuck I should hop in the shower in the hopes it’ll dislodge my thoughts.

Today I’m over at Books & Movie Dimension ( a review and giveaway. There’s still time to win at numerous places on the tour, but this is the last day so if you haven’t entered, you should check out my website ( and post comments all over the place!

Now, the reason why today is a beautiful morning. As y’all know, we dealt with craptastic weather all weekend with rain and wind and more rain and did I mention rain? It was so bad, even the alligators were tired of it. Yup. I took a quick trip to town yesterday and on the way home, saw an alligator in front of the mall. The bayou there was almost even with the bridge, so it was kind of like “oh, crap I hope he doesn’t decide to just walk across the road…”

But today…ah, today. It’s simply gorgeous. I’m serious. It’s like 63 degrees out. The sun is shining. There’s a soft breeze blowing from the north. And my baby boy visited me on his way back to Ruston. *sniff* Oh, sure he didn’t do it because he wanted to, but because they were dropping off a present for baby Bennett (my brother’s soon-to-be-born child). But they stayed and ate their breakfast.

It’s crazy, but I miss the boy. It isn’t like I used to see him all of the time, but at least I knew he was close to home. Now that he’s 300 miles away, it isn’t like I can demand he come to visit his Nanny. That’s why this week when he and his girlfriend came home for a visit, I couldn’t stop gushing over him. We had dinner with him Wednesday night. They came for a visit and to watch the Saints play on Thursday night. Then they came over yesterday. But this morning was for me. I didn’t have to share them with anyone but the cat and the dog.

*sigh* On top of that wonderfulness, I started reading the new G.A. Aikens dragon book this morning. I didn’t want to put it down. Oh, did I mention that I read like a fiend all weekend? I had to do something other than play Words with Friends and Angry Birds! (when my phone needed charging). I read Louisa Edwards’ Recipe for Love series and enjoyed them. If you’re a foodie,  you might want to check them out.

What else? Um, well nothing really. I barely left my house until yesterday. It was great. I missed the book signing on Sunday because of the weather so that sucked, but at least I wasn’t being blown off the road or anything. And that’s always a good thing.

It’s Tuesday. It’s gorgeous…and I have a great idea. What more could a writer ask for other than a 6-book, multi-million dollar book deal complete with movie rights? Um, heh. 😉


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Waterlogged Labor Day

Greetings all! Before I jump into today’s post, I’d like to remind you that I’ll be over at Bea’s Book Nook guest blogging. The awesome book tour is almost over. I’ve met so many wonderful people in the last six days of blogging and had a ton of fun.

But this weekend wasn’t all fun. I’m sure you’ve all guessed that we had a tropical storm roar through, ruining what should’ve been a great weekend. Yup, Tropical Storm Lee dumped lots and lots and lots of rain on us. Just when it looked as though it was over, another rainband passed through leaving us with even more water on the ground.

It was so bad my dog almost had to swim through the yard to do her business. She was so not happy about that. The old cat, on the other hand, was cranky as always and determined to have someone sit outside with her. She actually climbed in my lap…sort of. It was more like she stared at me and my lap as though she was trying to figure out if it was worth jumping.

Right now I’m sitting on my porch and looking at the sky with the hope that the rain has gone away for a little while. I haven’t left the house since Saturday morning and I can only imagine the bayous are swollen and threatening to spill over their banks. Over 10″ of rain in three days will do that to them though.

The only true positive about storms like this is that it lowers the temperature drastically. Where Thursday we were melting in 99 degree temperatures, this weekend it never made it out of the 80’s. *happy sigh* It’s so nice not to sweat for once.

As for Lee…well, my thoughts go out to those who live northeast of us since that’s where the little bugger is headed. Be safe y’all!


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