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Some Like It Hotter

As I mentally reviewed my weekend, I realized I have nothing to talk about. Not really. I doubt y’all want to hear about the spectacular lasagna I made. It’s one of my “signature” dishes. As though I’m a franchised restaurant or something. I’m not. I cook a few things, but those things I do very well.

I doubt you want to hear about how my youngest nephew has learned to nod and shake his head seemingly overnight. And he also talks. It’s all babble, but he seems very confident in his vocalization skills.

So…the only thing I have to talk about is my sudden addiction to jalapenos. Or, well anything hot. I love the spicy food. Nachos you get at football games or the movies? Mine should be called jalapenos with a few nachos on the side. Ordering a sandwich at Subway? “Could you put a lot of jalapenos? A little more than that please.” I’ve gone through three jars of jalapenos in two weeks at my house.

But it doesn’t end there. If you go to a Thai restaurant (which is one of my favorite foods ever), my sister and I always stun the server because they give you that 1-5 option for heat. 1 being no heat, 5 being the hottest. We both opt for 6. Yes, we like to cry and clear our sinuses when we eat. It’s not great if it doesn’t leave you with a lasting impression. Like a numb tongue.

So while some people like it hot. I like it hotter. Go figure I write muy caliente romance.

How about y’all? Do you like your food with spice? None? Want to split a 5 gallon jug of jalapenos with me?



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The Weekend Wrapup

So did everyone have fun learning more about the sharp-tongued Justin Alan Whitfield on Friday? I know I had a blast reading his responses to y’all questions. I hope you’re gearing up for this week because he’s stopping by again, this time to talk about his and Taylor Cole’s book, Take It Off! The Naked Truth About Male Strippers. I asked them some questions I’m sure would leave me blushing if inquiring minds really didn’t want to know. Be sure to stop by to learn more about the book and the naked truth about male strippers.

Other than Justin’s very funny visit on Friday, the weekend was kind of tame. I got my hair did, went shopping with my sister and I swear, I only ever spend money when I’m with her. It’s as though her very presence encourages me to open my wallet. I ended up buying a blender (which I did need, by the way), makeup (OMG, Urban Decay. Yay!) and a wicked cool, blue fingernail polish…and other stuff.

These are not my fingers. I have a crooked middle finger from having it broken years ago. Just thought I’d mention that. But this is the color I have.

I also had a hell of a time chatting with the Cabal of Hotness. Have I mentioned them? They’re a group of writers I met at RomantiCon, or afterwards, who somehow became like sisters from many other misters┬áto me. We’re A.M. Griffin, Anya Richards, Amy Ruttan, Cristal Ryder, Cassandra Carr, Cara Carnes, Lea Barrymire, Piper Trace, Sasha Devlin, and Sky Robinson. They’re hysterical and they leave me in hysterics. I’ve tried to share some of their witty conversations with others and get a puzzled, slightly pitying expression in return. *mutters* Meh.

And then there was the time change. Did anyone else feel as though they were running late for work today because the sun was shining? I did. I drove faster because I kept thinking I’d miss the whistle and arrived ten minute early. Oops. It’ll take some time to get used to the change and by the time I’m settled in a routine, they’ll go and screw it up again. Mais!

So…was that everything this weekend? I think so. Watched Sergeant York, probably my absolute favorite war movie behind Kelly’s Heroes, watched a little football, brainstormed book three of the Cajun Heat series and slept. Oh, wonderous naps, how I love thee!

What did you do this weekend? I have no doubt it was more exciting than what I did.


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