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Sexy Men In Review

It’s the Friday before Christmas. Is everyone as ready as I am to get this holiday season over with? It isn’t that I don’t appreciate the sentiment of Christmas, the spirituality, but I’m already exhausted and it isn’t even here yet.

Anyway, the last two weeks of 2012 I’ll be reviewing the men who’ve been interviewed on my blog and reliving some of my favorite moments.  I hope you’ve enjoyed them and I hope to bring some more next year. We’ll just have to wait and see!
Caveman Christian:

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Danica: What made you want to become a Caveman?
Christian: You know, I didn’t realize how cool it is to be a Caveman until after I’d already become one.  Six years ago my good friend and photographer extraordinaire, Syneca Featherstone, introduced me to Ellora’s Cave and all the wonderful and interesting people who ARE Ellora’s Cave.
It was and always still is fun and exciting to venture into the sexy
kinky world E.C. and you guys, the readers, the authors, and the fans
have created. I love people who aren’t afraid to speak their
minds…and from the few things I’ve read coming out of Ellora’s Cave
Publishing, you guys have no problem saying exactly what you want to.
I like that!

Caveman Justin:

Cassandra Carr asked Justin in the comments: When your g-string is stuffed with dollar bills, do they itch? Or do you ignore any itching because it’s money money money? I can ignore a lot if people are throwing money at me. Which never happens, by the way. And it should.
Justin: It sometimes can itch, yes. Many times, I would get home, take my clothes off to shower and a bill or two will fall out when I thought I had gotten every one. The one thing I always hated was , sometimes, when I was on stage, I would turn around and dance for the girl and she would take the bill and put it in my thong. The part that flosses the cheeks and move the bill down to where the bill is now looking stupid hanging there! Lol!

Stuart Reardon:

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Danica: What do you think is your best feature?
Stuart: My best feature. I guess that’s a question for other people to answer really, not me lol…I would have to say my face…anybody can have a great body if you work hard and eat healthy…. but its our face that makes us different.

Caveman Georgio:

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Danica: Are you a butt or a breast man?
Georgio: I’m a butt man lol. I just love playing with them ;)

I’m going to stop there because I’m not sure I can take anymore today. *fans herself* I might need to find someone with high blood pressure medicine. Just for today. Do you have any favorite parts from the interviews?

If you’re looking for some swag to win before the holidays, check out the Pecs and Presents Blog Hop I’m taking part in over the weekend with a few other authors. Stop by right here for rules and ways to win!

I hope y’all have a great Friday and a wonderful, safe weekend.

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The Cherry Chase

Well, I’m back from my small Christmas break, but that doesn’t mean the trauma has ended. Oh, Christmas was great. I got to spend time with my three nephews, girlfriends of two of them (one of which is now a fiance!), and the rest of my family. However, getting to Christmas day was a chore.

If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you would have read an update that went like this:

I just dropped a whole jar of cherries on the driveway. #lostmy cherry

That was on Friday afternoon. I’d gone to the grocery store with the specific task of buying pineapples, cherries, and honey for the ham my mom planned to cook for Christmas. After being caught in traffic for nearly an hour on the way to the store and then another hour getting home, I was in a bit of a huff. (I may have mentioned a few million times how much I don’t like shopping or going to the store.) I was so glad to be home, I practically slammed on my brakes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then it was time to get the groceries. I opened the hatch of my HHR and started grabbing bags. Unfortunately, I grabbed the wrong one and the cherries slid out of the car and splattered on the driveway. It looked like I’d just killed something with the cherry juice all over the place. I was hopping mad. I hate when things like this happen, but since I already knew I had to go to the store again (because I forgot to buy honey), I was okay. Sort of. I was still very displeased.

On Saturday morning I braved the wild Christmas Eve traffic. I wasn’t planning to go to an actual grocery store because I know better than that. Ha! I stopped at Walgreens to pick up the cherries and honey as well as a few last minute Christmas gifts. I stalked down the small grocery aisle only to find they didn’t have any cherries. Well, damn. I’d have to go to another, smaller store because there is no way I’m going to the damn grocery store! I went to another store that sold a few more groceries. I went up and down each aisle searching for cherries. I looked everywhere and other than chocolate covered cherries, I couldn’t find any.

But I wasn’t finished. Oh no. I stopped at a gas station. Surely they had to have one very small jar of cherries. The station I chose had a smaller selection than Walgreens did and I finally asked the attendant if they had any. She gave me a look like she thought I’d lost my mind—maybe I had—and said no. That was it. I was defeated. I refused to go back to town to the grocery store and this was the last place I could think of near home that might have cherries.

In the end we didn’t have cherries for the ham. I’d given up. The great cherry chase was over. It was only later that my sister said, “I had a jar of cherries at home.” I might have glared at her, but I let it go. This is the last I’ll ever mention hunting for cherries. It’s a sore subject for me. In fact, I might boycott ham altogether.

I hope your Christmas was wonderful!

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Fantasy Man Friday

It’s Christmas Eve and Friday! Two of the most marvelous days of the year blended into one spectacular day! Le sigh of rapture!

I’m off today. Yay. However, that doesn’t mean I get to laze about wearing my pjs and eating bon bons while devouring yet another romance novel. Of course, I’m not completely ruling out two of those things happening at all today.

No, today I have to hit the grocery store. This does not please me. First of all, I’ll be surrounded by people also intent on getting their Christmas food stuffs and fists may fly. I don’t know. I actually did go to the grocery store last Christmas Eve and though it was daunting, I survived. I hope the same goes for this year.

See, I’m cooking the big meal this year. No, not a turkey. I did that last year and forgot to take the gizzards out. Oops. I don’t feel so bad though because my sister did the exact same thing for Thanksgiving this year. Nothing worse than having  your mother pull a bag of stuff out of the turkey and give you that look. You know the one I’m talking about…the one that clearly says, “Where did I go wrong? I thought I taught you better than this?”

This year, I’m making a lasagna. It’s my signature dish. It’s one of the few items I cook with enough confidence that I’ll feed it to my nephews’ girlfriends. I know already that the instant my oldest nephew shows up at the house, he’ll say, “Where’s the food? What do you mean it isn’t ready yet? I’m starving!” So I’m going to prevent a mauling (me mauling him, mind you although it could go either way) by cooking my sauce today. This pleases me. I really do enjoy babying my lasagna sauce, making sure to put just the right amount of spices to make you crave more.

But my day doesn’t end there. Oh no. I have to clean my house. Meh. My dog will be pleased because she’ll be able to chase the vacuum cleaner all over, but I’ll have to put up with her high-pitched yelps and yips as she tries to herd the vacuum to a place of her choosing. Then, when all of that’s done, I’ll be throwing presents in gift bags. Have I mentioned I’m a terrible wrapper? (I’m a bad rapper too.) Gift bags are a Godsend.

Whew, I’m tired just thinking about everything I have to do! I need something to motivate me. It’s Christmas Eve…that means Santa will be stopping by my house and if he looks anything like this, I’ll be waiting for him wearing nothing but a smile…and maybe some whipped cream.

Mm, yes. Why am I suddenly singing, Santa Baby in my head? *fans herself* I can say so many naughty things about candy canes and sacks of toys and, well you get the idea.

This is my Christmas present to every one of my readers. You’re lovely, wonderful people who deserve only the sexiest of Santas. Have a safe and Merry Christmas!

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What’s Playing Wednesday

This is the Christmas edition of What’s Playing Wednesday.

I don’t actually have this song on my MP3 player, but from the start of December through the New Year, it will pop in my mind with alarming frequency. The song is Please Come Home For Christmas by Charles Brown. Yeah, I know. It isn’t the most happy of holiday songs, but for me, this song is Christmas.

My parents divorced when I was very young and I spent every other weekend with my dad and his wife and family. I mentioned once on Jeffe Kennedy’s blog that although my mom did the Christmas tree decorating thing, it wasn’t a big deal for us. With my dad and stepmom though, it was a very big deal.

When I’d go over to help decorate the tree, my stepmom would be organizing the lights and ornaments while my dad played DJ. You see, he has hundreds and hundreds of 45’s (that would be records to the younger generation). Every time I went to his house, I would sift through the music of my parents’ youth. I was more familiar with The Coaster, Marth and the Vandellas, The Isley Brothers, Herman’s Hermits, The Beatles, and others than I was with New Kids on the Block (which I hated).

So back to Christmas. Dad would have out all of their Christmas 45’s. Elvis’ Blue Christmas, Ray Stevens’ Santa Claus is Watching You, and many others. But it was Please Come Home For Christmas that will always be the ultimate Christmas song for me. I don’t know why, really. It’s sad, but I think it’s the soul in Charles Brown’s voice that set its hooks in me and won’t let go. I could listen to this song constantly.

When I mentioned to my mom I was choosing this song, she said how she hadn’t heard that song in years. Then we both started singing it. I do love this song and I hope you do as well.

What’s your favorite Christmas song of all time, the one you could listen to over and over again and never grow bored with it?

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Christmas Countdown II

Day 2 of our Christmas countdown has me thinking about the weather. In south Louisiana, the chances of having a white Christmas are about the same as there being a blizzard in Hell, but it has happened. Once in my memory.

We weren’t expecting it. Of course, it isn’t like snow in this area is something we consciously think about. Christmas Eve, I picked up my godson to sleep at the house. It was bitterly cold, I remember that much. He was spending the night and the next day his mom and older brother would join us for a small Christmas dinner.

We were at the house watching A Christmas Story when my sister called in hysterics. It seems that her bathroom flooded and burnt out their heater. Or something like that. Of course, that meant she had to sleep at the house as well. Did I forget to mention my parran (now that I’ve taught y’all what parran means, I can use it instead of “godfather”) was there with his son? We have a 3 bedroom house and my brother lived with us at the time. It was a very tight fit that night, but it helped make Christmas seem more exciting.

Then we woke up on Christmas morning to see…snow? Was it really snow? Like children, every adult in the house (and the kids, of course), pulled on their warmest clothes and raced outside. It was beautiful! Big, fat snowflakes falling all over our yard. We played and played for hours, not caring that we couldn’t feel our fingers or toes anymore. We had snowball fights, finally having a chance to vent our youthful frustrations on our poor mother. My nephews were like little assassins, trying to take me and my sister out. It was the most fun I can remember having on Christmas day.

You see, I’d only seen snow once before. I was 12 and it was February. My brother and I played for hours. We had snowmen all over the yard like little soldiers (we didn’t so much snow we could make huge snowmen). We made snow angels, had snowball fights (of course), and generally prayed for the snow to remain. It didn’t, of course, but those days live in my memory.

But it was that one year we had snow on Christmas that I wish we could repeat. I’m not saying I’d love to live in snow year round, but as a special little treat, it can’t be beat. Look at me throwing out the rhymes! I feel positively inspired! LOL I know we won’t be having a white Christmas this year, but I can at least pull those memories from my cluttered brain and pretend.

For those of you who live in warmer climates, do you become a kid again when it snows? How about our more cold weather friends? Do you resent the snow, or do you still enjoy it?

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Christmas Countdown

I’ll be honest folks, when I opened this post, I had no idea what to talk about. Then I realized Christmas is this week, so I have to at least give a nod to the holiday, right? So I’ve decided that this week I’ll share Christmas memories with y’all because I know how much y’all love to read about my crazy family.

The first memory I plan to share with you is from a Christmas when I was about thirteen. I’m not sure exactly how old I was, but it was one of those Christmases that will live forever in my memory. Not because I got everything I wanted, or it was snowing or something equally awesome. No it was because of my uncle.

You know the uncle with the strange pie eating habits? Well, we had a cold front come through on Christmas morning. It was bright, clear and crisp. Beautiful Christmasy type weather. Then my uncle showed up at the house looking…strange. It seems that his sinuses had done this weird shift that cause half of his face to freeze. You remember your parents telling you not to make that face cause it might get stuck when the wind changes? Well it happened to him.

Needless to say Christmas pictures that year were…not pretty. Poor Uncle Bubba. He would smile, but half of his face would stay drawn down and he looked a bit um, well he wasn’t at his prettiest. That’s all I’ll say. Luckily, his face returned to normal the next day, but when we start pulling out photo albums, we all point to those pictures and start talking about “Remember when Uncle B’s face was frozen? And he kept smiling and creeping out the kids? And his drinks kept dribbling out of his mouth?”

Okay, so we’re not the most sensitive people in the world. I can’t apologize for it because I love them all dearly.

I know there’s a name for what happened to him, but I can’t remember what it is. *hint, hint* Jillian? Do you know what it’s called? LOL

Have the rest of you ever seen something like this happen? It’s horrible really, but leave it to my unclel to have it happen for Christmas.

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Post Christmas Blahs

Is anyone else experiencing the post Christmas blahs? You know, you still feel bloated from Christmas dinner, tired from the anticipation of the big day, wanting nothing more than to sleep for 12 hours a day? Or is that just me?

Christmas was great. For the first time in years, my entire family was gathered. My brother-in-law was home for the first time in nine years, all the kids were there, my friend showed up, it was a packed house. I think at the peak, we had 25 people there, all of us trying to fit in my aunt’s house. Good times.

My baby (my godson) bought me an ABBA cd for Christmas. I think it was my favorite gift. I walked around the house singing ‘Take a Chance on Me’ and ‘Fernando’. Yes, I’m strange.

So how was your Christmas? Did you get to spend enough time with your family? Did they appreciate your gifts, did you get what you wanted?

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