A rat named Steve.

We live out in the boonies and have empty barns at the moment. A rat. Yep a real one has decided that he likes us. Now, we have four. Yep count them FOUR inside cats. Large Maine coon cats. Cats the size of medium size dogs. And this rat,(Whom I've named Steve) just walks right past them on our lower outside mud room landing. The cats just look at him as if he is a long lost friend. They don't pounce, hiss, jump or act like they are going to devour him in any way. He just takes his time and walks on by. The first time he popped out I swear the entire house heard me scream and run back into the house slamming the kitchen door behind me. The cat looked at Steve, he at the cat as if to say..."What the heck is with her? why is she making all that noise?" What could he possibly have to blackmail my four cats with? that's what I want to know? why else would he still be around and not have become 'Steve tar tar' by now.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to each and everyone of you. May your day be filled with love and peace, ever how you celebrate. Whether it is loud or quiet. Crowded or alone. May it be exactly what you wish it to be.

living in the tundra

On Friday we survived an ice storm. Everything is still covered in two inches of solid ice. The cars, house, every surface. Yet we never completely lost power. Yeah, it blinked on and off dozens of times, but never stayed off for more than a few seconds. But we didn't far so lucky yesterday. The storm with winds and wind chills blasted through the Midwest with a fury. The wind chill here stayed at around -30 below. Our power went out at around 9am. It finally came back on for us at nine thirty last night. It took all night with the furnace running non stop for the house to finally get warm.

I finally went back to work yesterday for four hours of all days. The cashiers actually had to wear hats and gloves because it was so cold at the front of the store. And the store was packed because so many people had no power at home. Our power at work kept blinking on and off all morning to I guess.

And this week...snow. But, I'd take snow over the ice and Arctic blast anytime.

Dear Santa

On my Christmas list this year Dear Santa, there are a few people that I would like it if you could could drop a city crane right down on their little stress inducing heads. That just would be a fine and dandy gift. And if you can't get around to it Santa, I'm sure your good pal Paulie three thumbs could manage. Yes, Virginia, Santa is Connected. How else do you think he manages to get though five boroughs so fast without any permits or (add air quotations) any ""hangups"".

Sam

We've come to the conclusion that our youngest dog Sam...is either reincarnated-or just the run of the mill nut job. Leaning towards the latter.
Every morning he has somehow gotten a steak knife and has it lying on the sofa. EVERY MORNING.
The other morning the there were TWO knives I asked in if he were a ninja?
This morning? a knife and a soup ladle and in my best Julia Childe voice I said 'TODAY, WE ARE MAKING BORSCHT' So, there he's Julia come back. Megan said "Maybe he pretends to cook" lol. I have no idea he does. But they are all strange. But somehow they fit in with the rest of us misfits.

A Halloween gift.

Look what the universe gave me today. Halloween babies. Isn't he cute? I was walking into my kitchen and heard little mewing. I looked around, pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and there he was with his mama lying on the chair. I honestly didn't know she was due already. I thought another week or two. I'm surprised he didn't fall off the chair. But he was already clean and dry when I heard him.

Since taking this picture his mama has added to her brood. Another all white kitten and two gray striped babies. All so cute. Mama cat is black and white. Mostly white. We've never had a solid white one before and now we have two.

Costumes

I was watching something last night and they were talking about 'what was the worst costume you ever had?'
My kids and I started trying to think of a few.
We couldn't think of the worst per se but I did come up with the not so brightest one.

When my son was in kindergarten. I had planned his costume, made the costume and stuck him to it.

Back story: my mom was really sick. She was dying. And as chance would have it she died the day before Halloween. Well, even though you expect something, you really don't have a clear head. You just go through the motions.
I had already made the costumes, everything was set and ready to go. The morning of Halloween I dressed my kids, tucking and pinning and glue gunning them to perfection....Yes, glue gunning. I don't know what I was thinking. Probably about the hundred other things that had to get done by six pm before the wake began, but as I was putting my five year old into his scarecrow costume....I glue gunned his sleeves tight over his wrists so the raffia would stay in place. I never thought anything of it. Not until I picked them up after school to take them trick or treating before heading forty miles to the wake. I noticed his sleeves weren't the same and asked about it. Poor thing gave me a look...
"Miss Goodman had to cut me out." Why I asked innocently. "Cause I had to PEE! mom you glue gunned me in. I couldn't get out to go to the bathroom."
OMG I was so embarrassed. And to the teachers credit and my un dying gratitude she laughed it off bless her heart.

So that was the year that my kids all attended their grandmothers wake dressed as a scarecrow, Vanna White and a Rock star.

Happy Halloween!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

Maxine

I've seen the future and it is filled with MAXINES.

I was sitting in the neurologists waiting room and all around me were older ladies. Correctly, a room full of Maxines. Honest to god. Besides me and the little boy with ADHD it was all 70 year old Maxines.

In fact when one came in she stopped in the door and looked down at the little boy, who at that moment had decided he was a fish flopping around on the waiting room floor. The Maxine stood staring at him then asked..."What are you then?" the little boy stopped flopping around and looked back at her as if trying to figure out if she were for real. "Well, when you figure it out, you let me know." Then she walked up to the desk.

There was also the lady who's appointment wasn't until Nov 7th. She came yesterday and argued with the receptionist that "NO, TODAY I SEE THE DOCTOR, ON THE 7TH I SEE THE DENTIST. WHY WOULD I COME HERE IF I NEEDED TO BE AT THE DENTIST?" then she huffed and sat down. She sat there for a moment, got up and said. "I'm leaving. When he wants to see me. I'm open on the 7th." then she walked out. I laughed out loud. I could just see the twitching on the faces of the receptionists.

I'm sure I'll be one of those Maxines one day. Probably one who will encounter little fish boys.

Connecticut overturns ban.

Taken from OUTZONE.

How out of it are we? We didn't even know this was a possibility, but then Connecticut just goes and wows us with a judicial ruling to overturn the ban on same-sex marriage in the state. Actually, we don't feel so bad because the news article we read called it unexpected.
Connecticut was already a civil union state, but the judges hooked it up for the eight same-sex couples who were plaintiffs in the case, not to mention all the other Connecticut gays out there. The Republican governer, Jodi Rell, doesn't agree with the ruling but also thinks that any attempts to overturn it will fail. Of course, some of those "family" groups are going to try it anyway.
So that's three down and forty seven to go. If anyone's counting.


YAY! YOU GO CONNECTICUT.

Science question for today.

And the science question for today is:

How long does it take for hot water to freeze in the freezer?

Answer:

NOT THAT DAMN LONG.

I had to defrost my fridge freezer today. Someone didn't close it all the way and it looked like Antarctica in there. Nothing but frost and snow. I took everything out. The chiseled and hammered and finally was able to put pans of boiling water into it. It worked wonders.
Only problem was by the time I put the last two pans in, I went to lay down for a few minutes and when I came back...OK it was awhile. The pans had frozen solid.

So, yes class. Hot water does freeze faster then cold.
Just thought I'd share what I put into actuality today.

Pumpkins

Why do my dogs insist on 'not' being dogs?

Let me go further.
Halloween is approaching and I find that I will NOT be putting the traditional big real pumpkin on the porch. Why? you might be asking. My dogs will eat them. Yep in past years, they have eaten each and every one. I shouldn't find this surprising. Sam also ate every pepper both hot and mild out of the garden. EVERY-PEPPER. He also has a thing for tomato's. Go figure.

Maybe this is a country dog thing. Years ago when the kids were small we found we couldn't hide Easter eggs outside either. Our GoodBoy would follow behind us and as we hid the eggs. He would wait till we moved away then he would eat them. Shells and all. Took a few times to figure out where they were all going, but he was caught with a pink one in his mouth. So busted. He must have eaten 30 in one day. And nope it didn't make him sick or anything. He lived to be like five hundred in dog years. Honestly he was 16 I think.

The Commitment

I just love this book.
I've read it at least three times.
This is the second book in this series.
The first is THE KID. And what happens to to Dan and his boyfriend Terry when they decide to get pregnant.

First the kid and then marriage. Maybe. Terry would rather get tattoos that say "Property of Dan Savage. Property of Terry Miller" on each other. As hot as that might be in the bedroom, it doesn't fly with Dan's mother.

I really enjoy this book. It is funny, compassionate and written from the heart.

From Publishers WeeklyStarred Review. The author of the internationally syndicated column "Savage Love" brings much-needed humor, and a reality check, to the bitter gay-marriage debate with this polemical memoir. As Savage (Skipping Towards Gomorrah) and his boyfriend, Terry, neared their 10th anniversary, Savage's mother put on the pressure for them to get married. But, Savage notes, there were several other points to consider before deciding to tie the knot: among them, the fact that marriage doesn't provide legal protection in Washington State; Terry prefers tattoos as a sign of commitment; and their six-year-old son declared that only men and women can get married. Furthermore, Savage himself worried that the relationship would be jinxed by anything more permanent than a big anniversary bash, though the one they plan quickly assumes the proportions and price of a wedding reception. While documenting the couple's wobble toward a decision, Savage skewers ideologues, both pro– and anti–gay marriage, with his radical pragmatism. Disproving Tolstoy's dictum that "happy families are all alike," he takes a sharp-eyed, compassionate look at matrimony as it is actually practiced by friends, his raucously affectionate family and even medieval Christians. When he explains to his son what marriage is really about, you want to stand up and cheer, and the surprise ending is both hilarious and a tear-jerker.

science channel

I'm such a science channel geek. The other night for instance, I watched for three hours as they convinced me that birds are the direct descendants of dinosaurs. Now as insane as that might sound at first, let me continue.

They showed how an ostrich with a few geno tweaks can be born a Raptor. Yep, a raptor. They have the same body type and can even be given green scaly legs. Interesting.

They also showed how with a few teeny tiny little geno changes a chicken have have a long dino tail and and large teeth. Oh and they too can have scaly legs. Don't know how that will changes the taste of wild wings but interesting all the same. So, I guess when you say "Hmm tastes like chicken." That can then be said for chicken, snakes and dinosaurs too I suppose.

Spirit guides.

I had a insightful talk with James Malcolm the other day in my car.

For those of you who are new to the blog...James Malcolm is one of spirit guides. He's the main one I guess you could say. He takes the lead and the others let him believe he's in charge ;)

The main four who come and go the most are James Malcolm an 1800's author.
Katherine. A Victorian lady. Who has a streak of Independence who won't take shit from anyone.
Victory Housen. She is a civil war lady from 1867 Vicksburg. I've searched and searched for any record of her, she's tells me takes and places, how to pronounce her last name. "It's like the city, but without the t." She says in a deep accent. (Houston).
And then there is Paul my gay boy who loves Abba and Queen. I feel very 1980's to me. Maybe I picked him up in my disco days. lol. I have no idea about him. He could possibly be a ghost though.

So, I'm driving in the pouring rain the other day. Traffic was heavy, people acted like they had never driven in rain before. Slamming on brakes, sliding, jamming, just being horrible. When I suddenly felt James Malcolm touch my arm and he said..."Careful chèrie" in a deep french accent. He doesn't have a french accent. I started to comment on this when everything around me went into slow motion for just a moment. I was careful to look around me. Notice if anyone was coming towards me or what. Then it was gone. And all was back to normal. If you can call any of this normal.
"So what's with the French accent? something new?" he laughed and stated. "Old, new, isn't it all the same Cherie?" "For you, I suppose." I drove on. I asked what the slowing of time around me meant. And he offhandedly stated that I was moving to fast. That I needed to slow down a few seconds. That gave me goosebumps. I wondered if I hadn't slowed down If I had maybe been heading for an accident. I offhandedly said "If you are so concerned about me all of the time then why did you just stand back and let me marry Tom all those years ago?" (my husband).
He didn't answer for a few seconds then said. "You've always believed that YOU needed him to complete you. To pay back a debt to finish some karmic crap. This isn't true. HE needed YOU and the kids to complete his journey." I was floored. It knocked the air right out of me. I had never ever thought about it like that. "You and the kids give him what he needs to complete this lifetime. Not the other way around. And while we are on this subject...your children needed something he had to give to them to make them more grounded."
I thought about this for a few moments. "I guess I'm not the easiest person to live with." He laughed again. "Ya think?. Tom was once a good man. He's gotten off his path. Life has gotten in his way. But there isn't anything you can do for him. He has to figure it out."

I have to tell ya. I was floored. I had always felt that he was in my life for me to make amends for something. That his path was needed for me to complete my journey. Not the other way around. But I can see what James was talking about the kids. All three are coming into their own psychic abilities. The oldest has always dreamt. The middle just recently has begun to meet her own guides. All three have always seen ghosts. Not unusual for one of them to open the laundry room door, throw in clothes, close the door and say "Theres a man in the laundry room." lol. So, casually.
The youngest is always asking questions. And pointing out things in the windows and barns.

Just another day in our strange little lives. I feel sorta bad for my son in law. He had no idea what he was getting himself into when he married my daughter. lol. But he's gotten used it. I think.

Bring me the cat.

'Patrick, do you see Flower? she needs flea medicine on."

"Uh, who's flower?" my oh so observant son asks.

"Uh, the black cat. The same cat who has lived here since she was BORN!"

"I never knew what her name was."

" :::blank stare::: "

The cat was born in our laundry room a year ago. She's lived in our house...for a year. She sleeps on my bed. She has been in this house every day of her life. And he doesn't know what her name is. now understand there are four cats who live here. Two come and go in and out. Two who never go outside. Flower is one who never goes outside the other is a few months old kitten. HE CAN'T SAY HE DOESN'T KNOW THIS CAT.

HOLY NO NAMED CAT!

Sounds

Strange things are a foot around here. Not that they aren't always, but still...

Two nights ago I was sitting here at the computer and the three dogs were lying about when suddenly they all jumped up and ran into the living room barking and growling. A few seconds later Sam the six month old came running back with his tail between his legs, barking over his shoulder in scared yips. The other two came right behind him, backing into the room, barking menacingly back behind them.
This is when we heard THUMP...DRAG. THUMP...DRAG. THUMP...DRAG. Three times we heard then then nothing. I went and looked all through the downstairs and couldn't find anything that would have made those sounds. It really was a scary sound. Like someone dropping something, then dragging it. Either that or a one legged pirate.

TRUE BLOOD

Just a reminder:

HBO SERIES: TRUE BLOOD begins tonight at 8 central.

If they stay to half of what makes the books fantastic, this show will be worth watching again and again. I LOVE THE BOOKS. Charlaine Harris has created a wonderful eclectic world of vampires, humans, werewolves, werepanthers and just about any other supernatural creature you could think of.

A synopsis of the show.

Small town Louisiana waitress Sookie Stackhouse already is viewed as an oddball by her friends and neighbors, since she can read the minds of those around her. She doesn't exactly help her reputation, though, when she falls for handsome newcomer Bill Compton, a 173-year-old vampire who has "come out of the coffin" along with many of his undead comrades now that a new synthetic blood has made it possible for vampires to survive without preying on humans. Still, the conservative locals aren't wild about mortal-vampire liaisons, especially Sookie's boss, Sam Merlotte, who carries a torch for her. "Six Feet Under" creator Alan Ball is behind this new series adaptation of best-selling novels by Charlaine Harris.

Go away

GUSTAV. DIE. DIE ALREADY!

I pray that it doesn't hit New Orleans again. This is unbelievable. Almost three years to the day.

GO AWAY GUSTAV. And take Hannah with ya.

Comments to the last blog

I'll post my comments from the last post here, seeing that Blogger won't recognize me on my own blog.

Indigo that was funny. Gave me a chuckle.


Tigeryogi, these books are Huge. Like Harry Potter. Not that that makes them any better, but they have these girls enthralled. Made me curious.


I've always wanted another Lestat book, one where he runs across one of his own decendents. If you remember he says himself that when he was a teenager, fathers were always beating at the door demanding his own father do something about all of the daughters who were pregnant by Lestat, playboy that he was. I've always wondered what he'd do. Because he took Quinn his sorta cousin under his wing after he was made into a vampire. I hope she changes her mind and writes another Lestat Vampire novel.

TWILIGHT.

I was pleasantly surprised last night. I was even surprised. In the break room, there were three different 19/20 twenty years reading. Not school books, not magazines. But they were all reading different books of TWILIGHT.

Now, I may have been living with my head buried in the sand, but I had never heard of these books. One girl stated she was on book two. So was another girl, and the third girl was still on book one.
Now, these books are HUGE hardcover books. I was really surprised and pleased to see them reading. I'm always reading something on my breaks if I'm alone. At points one would sigh. Another gasp. And they both asked the third girl "Have you gotten to part where they break into the car, moments before the sun rises? OMG." Ok, my curiosity is peaked.
I'm gonna have to find out what these are. I hope he or it or whatever is as charming as Rice's Vampire Lestat. Loved him.

Thank you Sardonic Bomb.

Thanks so much to Sardonic Bomb I was finally able to get his site on my bloglist. What a pain this has all been.
Everytime someone says "It will be so much easier. It will make your life a breeze..." Don't believe them. They lie.

Rick Springfield

This year at the Fair, we had live bands. Not that we ever had dead ones. Well, not that dead I guess.

This year we had Plain White Tees, who were really good. Blake Shelton who was playing when the tornado came within a town of us. And then there was....Rick Springfield.

I gotta say, he did really good for an old guy. He's my age. Age'ish. And he rocked.

I'd never seen him in concert. And I'm glad we did.

He has a new cd out Venus in Overdrive. The music wasn't bad at all. Rockin', with reggae and blues mixed together. They were really good. Of course he had to play his old songs, which were just as good as they ever were, ending with Jesse's girl. Which really rocked out.

If he comes to any of your fairs, pay the money and go see him. I enjoyed it. He's not Hanson. But, he didn't disappoint.

Ronnie Kroell and Megan

Make me a supermodel Ronnie Kroell and Megan.

We went downtown yesterday to Market days in Boystown. I love Boystown.
Market days is just a bunch of booths, bands, bars and lots of food vendors all crowded together
in about a three or four block area. We walked past the booth and tent set up for MiniBar and Megan spotted Ronnie. She also spotted him at the Gay Pride Parade first. We went up to him and asked if we could take his picture. He was so charming and funny. We must have talked with him for at least ten minutes before he was drug away to do other things.

Fair Pics

Awww. They wuv each other. One of ours and one from the next pen.

Patrick showing one of his pigs. The bandage around his elbow...he was knocked down by three pigs running down an aisle. Luckily he wasn't more hurt. He's fine.

Sam.

This is Sam. He was the five week old puppy that was found last March. He's getting big. He's filthy in this picture he had just rummaged through my trash bag full of vacuum cleaner gunk that I had just dumped out of the vacuum. lol. He came out with streaks of dust and dirt all over him.
He's great in the tub though. He'll just lay down and let you wash him all over.

A submission call.

I've been asked to post this on behalf Jack Fritscher. A dear friend of the late Larry Townsend. I would be honored.



Call for Submission

"Untitled Larry Townsend Memorial Anthology"

He Who Dies with the Most Column Inches Wins. When the prolific and
beloved and controversial pioneer activist of leather politics and
leather literature Larry Townsend passed July 28, 2008, the legend
became myth. The new anthology The Untitled Larry Townsend Memorial
Anthology invites personal and professional manuscripts from anyone
who has a reminiscence or analysis of Larry Townsend's impact on
leather heritage, on Drummer magazine, and on their own personal
leathersex lives, on gay popular culture, etc. The extraordinary
concept is to memorialize Larry Townsend as a person as much as an
author. Proposing a Leatherfolk anthology similar to the classic book
by Mark Thompson (1990), Mark Hemry, an intimate friend of Larry
Townsend, has poised his Palm Drive Publishing to produce for Spring
2009, a collection of writing and photographs and drawings
memorializing Larry Townsend for the force he was in helping people
exit the leather closet, enjoy legitimate gay literature with leather
and BDSM and futuristic themes, and be safe and sane in their S&M and edge play, etc. Articles can be positive or affirmatively negative.

Submissions may have been published before in any medium.

Full Disclosure So You Know Where You Stand: A suitable contract will
be signed for all editions paper and electronic of the book. Editing,
other than for grammatical clarity of sense, may be suggested for any
submission but not without permission of the author. Manuscripts will
mostly be "published as received." Therefore, authors are counseled to
say exactly what they want to say cleanly and perfectly in their
final-final and very proofed copy. (You are the keeper of your own
literary reputation, and can re-publish your work at will citing the
title of the "Larry Townsend
Anthology.") Contributors of writing and photography and art work, who
must sign that they own their own copyright, will keep ownership of
their own copyright.

"Honorarium Payment" is five copies of this historically important
anthology.

Deadline: December 1, 2008

Publisher Mark Hemry is accepting for consideration: Diverse Opinions
in Personal Essays about Larry Townsend; Interviews of Larry Townsend;
Pop Culture and Academic Articles on Larry Townsend or on Any of His
Novels or Fiction or Nonfiction; GLBT and Leather-Heritage Historical
Essays on How Townsend's Influence Molded Leather History; Incisive
Character-Catching Poetry about Larry Townsend; Reviews of His Books;
Analysis of Themes, Archetypes, Language in the Writing of Larry
Townsend's Fiction and Nonfiction, Especially The Leatherman's
Handbook; Significant Letters to and by Larry Townsend; even Fantasy One-Act Plays of, Say, "My Dinner with Mr.
Townsend" That Capture Something about His Character and Influence; as
well as Photographs and Drawings. Authors are encouraged to be
inventive in capturing the truth and controversy of Larry Townsend.

Email submissions to Mark Hemry at mark@palmdrivepublishing.com

Please put "Larry Townsend" in the subject line.

Payment: Five copies of published book.

R.I.P LARRY TOWNSEND.

I've never had the pleasure of meeting the man, but I still enjoyed all of his work. And he will be missed. I have several books autographed by him to me and I do treasure them. It is a sad day.


Mr. Townsend died on July 29, 2008 due to complications from pneumonia. He passed quietly with family members by his side at Cedars Sinai Hospital. He was 77.

"Larry Townsend was the pseudonymous author of dozens of books including Run Little Leather Boy (1970) and The Leatherman´s Handbook (1972) at pioneer erotic presses such as Greenleaf Classics and the Other Traveler imprint of Olympia Press. Growing up as a teenager of Swiss-German extraction in Los Angeles a few houses from Noel Coward and Irene Dunne, he ate cookies with his neighbor Laura Hope Crews who was Aunt Pittypat in Gone with the Wind. He attended the prestigious Peddie School, and was stationed as Staff Sergeant in charge of NCOIC Operations of Air Intelligence Squadrons for nearly five years with the US Air Force in Germany (1950-1954). Completing his tour of duty, he entered into the 1950s underground of the LA leather scene where he and Montgomery Clift shared a lover. With his degree in industrial psychology from UCLA (1957), he worked in the private sector and as a probation officer with the Forestry Service. He began his pioneering activism in the politics of gay liberation in the early 1960s. In 1972, as president of the `Homophile Effort for Legal Protection´ which had been founded in 1969 to defend gays during and after arrests, he led a group in founding the H.E.L.P. Newsletter, the forebear of Drummer (1975). As a writer and photographer, he was an essential eyewitness of the drama and salon around Drummer in which his novels were often excerpted. His signature "Leather Notebook" column appeared in Drummer for twelve years beginning in 1980, and continued in Honcho to Spring 2008. His last novel, TimeMasters, was published April 2008." This new thumbnail biography, approved and updated by Larry Townsend, is reprinted from the leather-heritage book Gay San Francisco: Eyewitness Drummer which, published June 20, 2008.


Books:
The silver jubilee edition commemorating the 25 anniversary of the leathermans handbook.
The leathermans handbook 11
The sexual adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
Ask Larry.
Masters Counterpoints: the classic gay suspense novel.
Master of Masters.
Dream Master and other SM stories.
A slaves gambit.
The Hounds of Hell and other SM stories.
The Long Leather Cord.
The scorpius equation.
Kiss of Leather
Leather Ad: M.
One for the Master two for the fool. A Bruce MacLead mystery.
Run little leather boy.
The case of the severed head.
Beware the Gog who Smiles
The Faustus Contract.
Chains
Run little leather boy and companion sequel Run no more.

Dr. Who.

Tonight's DR.WHO?

OMG! FABULOUS!

Rose, Sarah Jane, Martha, and Donna.

Not to mention the TORCHWOOD crew. Captain Jack looking yummy as always. Ianto and Gwen also.

Looking forward to next weeks finale.

Anyone know when TORCHWOOD returns?

Jodie?? Jodie??

Oh Miss Jodie.

Where is chapter 35? Please tell me you have a copy of it.

I'm about to beat my head on the wall or desk people. lol. I finally got scan disc to give me the edited chapters and guess what? the last chapter of the book TWICE AS HARD is gone.
I was going to finish up the ending and it's gone. WAAAAA!
I guess I could rewrite it. Probably better that it was already was, but still...

For those who are thinking "What the hell is she going on about?"
TWICE AS HARD is my book. Jodie the saint has been editing it. It drives me crazy that we live sixty miles apart and can't be face to face all of the time to work on it, so every now and then when my pocketbook will allow me to take a road trip with the price of gas to her house, we work for hours and hours on the book. This last time we actually got through all of the chapters except two. Chapter 30 which I'm working on right now, and the last one which I can't find.


Christian and Chase are the same person. Different lives, but parallel lifetimes. He is at first believed to be a split personality, but who is discovered to actually be a past life who has resurfaced to save him from the man who killed him the last time. A thug who had no remorse for his murder, and who is in his daily life once again, and is threatening to destroy the present day Chase. The past life Christian comes forward to try and stop the wrongs from happening once again to the present Chase.

Confusing? not really. I really like it.

Jodie? please see if you have chapter 35 or else I'm gonna have to call 'the guys' in to help write it again. Sounds like a spirit guide mafia hit squad.

More Pride Pics.

more Pride

Here are the girls. Megan is the girl all the way to the left in the purple stripes.
Here's another pic of Ronnie.

Pride Pictures

The Pride parade was so much fun. It was delayed for almost an hour because a drag queen fell off a float, and broke a leg. I don't mean to make light of this, but I guess she held up the parade because she kept yelling...'THIS PARADE WILL NOT GO ON WITHOUT ME!" lol. It took an hour to finally get her put in an ambulance and out from under the float.

This is Ronnie from MAKE ME A SUPERMODEL. He was on one of the Pride floats. He's so cute.

Megan spotted him first as he passed by us. 'IT'S RONNIE. IT'S RONNIE' she was jumping up and down yelling. He heard her and waved and smiled at her. She swooned. She then grabbed my hand and we ran around to the next street and waited for his float to come around again. This time she took pictures of him.

It was so much fun. Megan and I went with our friend Bob, his boyfriend Michael, Bobs niece and her three friends. All the teenagers said they would go again next year.

I have more pictures I'll load if blogger will LET me. I've been trying to load these things for days.

book 8? not book 7? where is book 7? I missed book 7?

Boy am I having one of those great big DOH moments. I've been reading the 8th book in the Sookie Stackhouse series the vampire novels by Charlaine Harris. I'm half way through with it and have been confused for most of it. When did they have a bombing? why didn't she build up to Katrina and not just keep mentioning it as an after thought? What happened to Quinn? and why...why why? I've been puzzled at all the missing pieces.

Then the Doh moment. How could I have missed an entire book? I somehow missed book 7. I've read all of the others and I assumed...incorrectly that I was up to date. Nope, now I have to go and buy book 7 so I know what the hell transpired along the way to the book I am now half finished with. I 'know' what has happened by a little of the back story, but damn it would have been nice to have 'known' these things while I was trying to put the confusing puzzle back together.

And just to state once again...this has NOTHING to do with Charlaine Harris' writing. She is wonderful. This is ALL my fault. I still have no idea how I miss an entire book. I was looking forward to this one coming out and ran right out and bought it. How then did I miss the last book? no clue. non at all.



EDITED! EDITED! EDITED!

I've finished book 8. And am breezing through book 7. They are sooo good.

Casey Skinner

Love the lips.

The Wizard has a name...

Yep, the Wizard has a name. And it is Jonah.

I haven't mentioned my conversation with him until I was sure he wasn't just bullshitting me. lol. He's a little smart ass. So unlike my other guides. (insert large sarcastic snicker) But I love that. There is no groveling or worshiping of them, they saw the ad as my guides and they took the job. So, they knew right from the get go what a pain in the ass I would be and they still signed on. So not feeling bad that they have to put up with me this time around.

I've actually had other psychics and mediums gasp at the way I talk to my guides. I had one woman so appalled at the way I argued with James Malcolm that she said she "was horrified." She insisted that I apologize to him immediately. I told to go bite herself. "When they respect me, I will respect them. Its a give and take here lady." She never came back to class after that when I was there. lol. Ah well, win some loose some.

Back to Jonas. We were doing a deep trance/meditative session. At one point we were to ask if any of our guides had anything to tell us. We found ourselves sitting on a peaceful park bench in a beautiful garden. I was expecting James Malcolm or Katherine to be there. But instead there was a young man with long brown hair. His head was down and I couldn't see his face for a moment. But when he raised his head and smiled at me. I knew who he was. "It's you. You were in my room Wizard." he actually laughed a sweet laugh. "Yes I was. My name is Jonah."
We were instructed to ask them why this guide had come to meet with us and what did they have to tell us.
Of course I always seem at first to have the Charlie Brown experience. Everyone else is crying and emotional, there guides are telling them deep secrets, showing them the universe, all sorts of magical and wondrous things. My guides usually are picking at a toenail or laughing at me. I've actually had one laugh sitting in the corner of a very important class I PAID for, laughing and making fun of me all day long. When I stopped the entire class to ask WHY THE HELL HE WAS LAUGHING? his response..."Because you look like an idiot. What the hell is all this supposed to do?" When I hesitated and eventually mumbled..."The purpose is to meet our guides." He laughed uncontrollably. "I'm sitting right here. You waisted your money And you look like a fool to boot." I couldn't argue with that though.
Anyhow. I asked Jonah if he had been with me long, his answer "Maybe."
"Are you here to tell me something important?" "mmm, let me think about it."
See what I mean. They love to yank my chains. And I'm supposed to be all respectful and ooh ooh, its a spirit guide. Yeah, whatever.
Finally when he could sense me about to walk my ass out of that garden he gave up the goods. Cosmic goods people, not HIS goods. Although, I'll bet that would be impressive too. He's a looker.
His purpose he says is to teach me to feel vibrations. The vibrations all around me. They are shifting. The entire worlds vibrations are in fact in-flux. This is the next step for me. And I've noticed it already. I've gotten ill at work after coming in contact with a negative force. I also began to tear up and could see and feel 'a cloudy humming cloud' all around a railroad track. I knew a young couple, male and female had died there and in the forties or fifties. A long time to still have a heavy feeling there.

He then told me "Theres something else you need to know and see." I was then standing in a desert landscape. There were gardens and tents and buildings all around. I saw a well or pond like structure. It was made of large brick squares but was round. It was full of glassy water. I watched a very old lady. Decriped and old. She was dressed in all brown and gray. Her hair was silver and pulled back in a pony tail. She moved so gently and slow. She was hunched over with a cane. When she reached to glassy water in the pond and bent to look at herself I felt Jonah lean over my shoulder and whisper. "Watch." The old woman looked at herself in the refective pool and looking back at her was a beautiful young woman with brilliant redish hair, full, and long. When the old woman looked back up and around her surroundings I heard 'garden of Gethsemane." I have no idea what that means or how it relates to me in that life or this one. But I did understand intimetly that the old woman was not what she appeared. She wasn't old, nor was she helpless. She was the beautilful woman hidden. She was a sorcessress. Things don't always appear as they really are I guess.

Another picture

I'm not sure if you can enlarge this picture, but in the upstairs window, the one on the left...there is something there. no one was upstairs when Patrick took this picture. This is a shot of the back of my house.

Off to see the wizard.

This is what I've been up too. This has been going 0n everyday for a five days. The top picture is from today. The bottom yesterday.
At work Thursday night we had the sirens go off three times along with tornadoes to go along with them. They all went around us. Yesterday this was the scene at my house.
It didn't do any damage to my house but a little to the north it turned over semis on I-57 and destroyed a bunch of roofs and destroyed cars. And I can hear the wind picking up once again.

Here kittie kittie.

Isn't he/she cute? there are five of them. One black and white. One gray stripped. And three white/gray/orange mix ups. They are so cute. Their five days old now.

Sam

And introducing Sam! He's a little dirty in this picture. He had been out playing in the rain covered yard.

He is about 12 weeks now. He came into our lives six weeks ago. He was 5 lbs 4 ounces. He has tripled his weight now.

He was found along with his brother and two sisters wandering around a farmers field. They had been wandering around on their own for four days, coming and going when the farmer went out to see what they were and if they had a mother someplace. He never found a mom but took the four puppies in. They were in really good shape to have been alone for four days.

The vet said he was in perfect shape cept for some worms that all puppies usually have. They guess he was about five weeks old. The thing is... our little white fluffy puppy...will be...150lbs.

They think he's a Great Pyrenees. Which will be like walking a polar bear. lol.

Regional Champs

Regional baseball champs.

Funny thing is that they've pretty much lost every other game they've played. lol. But, won all the games that 'counted'. They now go to sectionals on Thursday. If they could win the regional games, then why couldn't they win the regular games? lol. Patrick is so excited. He's played baseball two years now, football one year, and cheer leading part of last year and next year.

The wizrd and the lady.

Things are always weird around me. No matter where I am or what I'm doing. lol. I've learnt to just accept it. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if everything was 'normal'.

As for the wizard. Believe it or not Jodie, he isn't blond. He has brown hair that doesn't quite go down to his shoulders. With long bangs that fall in his face. He looked to be maybe mid twenties, dressed in loose fitting, baggy shirt and britches. A cloak around his shoulders.
I have no idea why I thought him to be a wizard, but I remember thinking as I woke up completely. 'hmm, a wizard. I have a wizard." He didn't say he was one, but I just 'knew it'.

I awoke to see him kneeling on my bedroom floor. He was looking down, doing something. I couldn't tell what. His hair kept falling in his face, and he would brush it away. He was cute I guess, couldn't really see all of his face. Not sure if he was aware of me watching him though. I didn't interact with him. Just saw him.
Funny thing is that before I dozed off I had been putting up a bubble of protection all around my bed. Above, below, in and around my bed. There is a mouse who torments me. I wake up and he's sitting watching me. Bugging the hell out of me. Thing is, not sure if he's real or not. Ya know? I never hear him jump and hit the floor, or scurry away. He just isn't there the second time I look. So, maybe he is something else entirely.
So, I was putting up a bubble of protection as I dozed off...then awoke a few minutes later to see my wizard.

The civil war lady.

I was in Barnes and Noble. I was looking for a certain book. I walked around the end of an aisle and for about a second and a half I stared right at her, and she at me. Then she was gone. I looked around wondering who she was attached too.

She was dressed in full gear. Big hoopie shirt, lace on the bottom of her lavender colored gone with the wind dress. The lace on the bottom was perhaps 8 or 9 inches deep. She had a cap on, with the parasol. A picture out of any civil war history book. She did see me. She looked right at me. And I at her. Her hair was curled and up, her little fancy hat covering parts of it.

So, it's been an active week in the paranormal. But it is more strange when there isn't something going on.

Oh, and...

Oh, and remind me to tell you guys about the Civil War lady I saw this week in Barnes and Nobles of all places. And the young wizard who was in my bedroom the other night. Where do I pick these people up at?

Kids

The other night I was over visiting Jodie and her family.
Her little boy who is 6 came into the room and announced that for Halloween he wanted to be....
Jesus.

His grown sister looked at him and then at us and asked. "Can you BE Jesus? is that allowed?"

I seem to be surrounded by kids who either THINK they are Jesus or WANT to be Jesus. lol.

Nothing like getting a jump start on your Halloween plans though.

Ghosts and things that live amoung us.

I was reminded today of our first haunted house we lived in after we were married. That was 1, 2, 3 houses ago. And each has had it's share of creepy crawlers or inhabitants.
See, there are different types of hants as my dad would have called them.

There are the spirits that reside there. There are place memories that sometimes just keep playing like an old movie that is on a loop.
Then there are the nasties who know they are nasty and really don't give a rats ass what the living think about them. Our last house had one of those who walked around outside. He had really creepy dead vacant eyes. Sends shivers down my back just thinking about him. I would see him looking in the windows. Now, remember our house sat high. So, this guy must have been ten feet tall. lol. This guy not to be confused with my civil war solider who looks in my kitchen window now. I see him now and then, but he doesn't really creep me out anymore. He did at first though. I've jumped and dropped more than my share of things upon seeing his face looking in at night. He's been cussed out and been threatened on more occasion with a major exorcism up his ass if he freaks me out again more than I can remember. I know now why all of my laundry room windows had been boarded and closed up long ago. He must have looked in there too. Ah well.

In our first house, we had this ancient celler/basement with dirt floors. Our furnace, water heater and breaker box happened to be down there. Like ours now, but I wont set foot in this one. I'll sit in the dark all day before I go down there alone. No way, no how. Anyhow...
In that first basement, it always felt like something was watching me. Following me. And not in a curious way, but in a dangerous, nasty way. I hated it. But after years of living with it, we made a truce of sorts. When I had to go down there for something, I would ten minutes before yell down "I'm coming down for my canning jars." Then wait a few minutes and go down. I would stand at the door and yell once again. "I'm coming in. Go were ever it is you need to go, I don't want to see you." And then I would turn on the light, open the door, run and get what I needed and would leave. "Thank you." and that was that. This went on for nine years.

My friend the famous psychic had a friend who wanted to do 'talk' with my basement entity. I told him he could if he wanted to deal with his nastiness and left. He stayed for ten minutes and never returned. He told me on the phone later that whatever was in the basement was one piece of work. First off, it had never been human on this plane, it was a lower something that scared the hell out of the psychic and he would never come back again. lol. He also mentioned that the 'thing' had told him. "I live here. I've been here since forever and I'm not leaving." And I can imagine him sticking his tongue out after saying it. So, there. lol.
As far as I know, it's still there. People only live in that house for a year or two and move on. No one stays very long.

I'll take the movie loops, I'll take the curious spirits and even the playful ghosts. But, you can have the difficult pain in the asses who like to live in dark, dank places and scare people for the fun of it.

If they can't all get along. Then they need to move along. That's my way of looking at it.

Did the earth move for you too?

At 4.36 am this morning we had an earthquake. It was centered in southern Illinois near West Salem. A 5.4 mag. It was felt they say from Southern Illinois, to Chicago, to Kentucky and Indy.
All along the new madrick fault line.

Our house shook. My husband ran in excited. "DID YOU FEEL THAT?" Everything shook and rumbled, the windows all rattled like a big wind was coming on.. I wondered if it was thunder at first and then the dresser began to shake. It only took a few seconds but it woke me up.

I remember the last one we had back in 87. That one was in the afternoon. All the windows and doors shook like crazy for about ten seconds.

I hope no one has no damage and everyone is alright.

Dreams

I had some really strange dreams this morning.

The first one:

I went to get into my truck and realized it was full of snow. That was strange, because I knew I hadn't left a window or anything done, but the front seat area was full of snow. I started to scoop out the snow when I realized with horror that there was a dead black girl holding a little baby, crunched down on the front floor boards. They both were dead.
Once the csi people showed up it was determined that they hadn't died there, but instead had been placed there and then covered up with snow.

How strange and bizarre.

The second one:

I was sitting in an eye doctors outer office. I guess I had had something done with my eyes, they were closed. Someone then sat down next to me and for some reason began to braid my hair on the right side. And I let them. lol. When he got up to leave and the door closed, I realized the puke had stolen my purse. I burst through the door and saw him getting into a limo. I yelled for him to stop. He did for a second then continued to climb in. I pulled a gun out from under my pants leg and yelled again to stop.
There was another car and a woman was getting into that one. I knew they were together.
From behind me I heard my police partner say "You better stop, you pissed her off already. She'll shoot you, no doubt."

I then walked over to the woman and started smacking her, not hard but annoyed. I was yelling while whacking her.

"How could you do this to a HUMAN (WHACK WHACK) BEING?"
smack, smack, whack.
"To-a-fellow-(whack whack)- human- (smack whack)-FEMALE-being!" major smacking and whacking.
I was pissed they stole my purse.

Weird dreams for sure.

Orbs

...the orbs are coming to take me away, hehe, haha. They are coming to take me away...

Well, no, not seriously. Just felt like a little Dr. Demento. Does anyone remember that little ditty?

Anyhow, I just saw a pretty big orb bouncing it's way through my living room towards the kitchen. That's the only room I usually see them in. Most times they are clustered down at the end of the sofa near the big picture window. There are maybe three or four bouncing together when I see them. But this one was alone and quiet big. Wonder where he was heading off too?

Spirit guides and blah blah blah.

Inside of our truck it has sensors in the seats that knows when you don't have a seat belt on. Say someone is sitting in the passenger seat and takes all the weight off of the seat...a light comes on on the dash and says "passenger airbag is not on". When I drive this truck and am alone. The dash light is never on. I have never noticed this before till the other day.

Megan was in the passenger seat and lifted up and the light came on. I asked why it had done that and she explained that when there is no weight on the seat, which means all of the time when I drive alone, the light should be on. There is no weight on the seat.

IT IS NEVER ON WHEN I'M ALONE.

Its as if there is someone sitting next to me. Which doesn't surprise me at all.

You know how they say that ghosts or spirits suck up energy and that is why there are cold spots? well, my guys are the opposite. In fact, when I'm sure that James Malcolm is sitting next to me, I can take my hand and move it over the passenger seat and instead of it being cold...it is always very warm.

So, maybe it is him or one of the other three who are riding with me. Katherine used to drive everywhere with me. Then it was my two gay boys in the backseat. But one of those moved on. Which left me with my two ladies. Victory who is a civil war female from the 1860's. Then there is my Victorian lady, Katherine. Who is very proper but I know she loved to shock people back in the 1800's too. My gay boy is named Paul. And all I really know about him is that he is gay. He loves ABBA and is from the 1980's. I've often wondered if I haven't met him in this lifetime in my disco days.

And then there is James Malcolm who is my primary. He is the boss. The others always take his advice. And he is the one I argue and fight with the most. He might be 'guide' but I'm still not gonna let him bully me. lol. I've shocked other psychics when I talk about him. They always are horrified that I argue with him. They think I'm always suppose to say "Oh thank you James Malcolm for being in my life. I'm so grateful....blah blah blah." BULLSHIT. He knew what he was getting into when he signed on to watch over and guide me. I'm not a shock to him. So, I'm not gonna kiss his ass. But I will say, when there not around, I do miss them.

Supermodel Thrusday

OOH OOH, this week on MAKE ME A SUPERMODEL all the models will be back. But we have to wait another stinking week to see if Ronnie won. I know that's where my votes went.

So, we'll get to see who is bitter, who is still pissed off and who trys to make us think they are soooo beyond needing to come back because they are so almost to the top baby. Yeah whatever!

And Perry will get to see his posse again. He can so drool over Casey some more. His boi's. Casey and Franky.

The whole bunch are all bi curious if you ask me.

Johnny Depp

Johnny Depp is in house. Well, almost. He's in Crown Point filming a movie about John Dillinger.

He's clean shaven with short hair. I do like Johnny Depp. Not the psycho nutjob Johnny. But more of the 21jumpstreet Johnny. Although Captain Jack Sparrow is my favorite.

Living way out here in no mans land, we do get a lot of films being scouted and some made. A few years ago it was Tom Hanks filming Road to Perdition. He was all around us. We saw him several times. We would see his helicopter fly in early each morning when he was doing the driving scenes down the next road. We saw him filming in a local church. And actually went to watch filming on main street in the next town. Megan saw him around so many times it became a joke. On the day of the street filming as we were walking back to our truck. Tom Hanks and his 'peeps' were leaving. We saw him. He saw Megan. And they both pointed at each other and both laughed. It was really cute. So, he must have noticed her on every road and in every store also. lol. She never went up to him. Never bothered him. And I think he appreciated that.

And now Johnny Depp is around. He's been or is coming up by you next Jodie. The theatre where we saw The Ten Tenors in Aurora.

Christian and Theron

Three new chapters are up over at http://i-shut-my-eyes.blogspot.com/

My poor Casey

My poor sweet Casey was sent home this week.
How in the world did Ben beat him out? he was such an ass for the last two weeks how can he still be in the running?

And Perry? sheesh, he has the same look in every picture. Yet they LOVE him. Has an ego as big as Texas.

But, I'm confident that Casey will have no trouble getting work.

Cowboy rancher John Mac.

I opened my front door the other night, it must have been around two am to let the dog in and off his chain. (he's grounded. He decided to go and visit his girlfriend a mile away.) Anyhow, I had put him on the chain and within ten minutes he began to howl. I mean, deep down in the gut howling. He then would bark a high pitched short bark. I figured maybe there was a coyote or something in the field. I opened my front door...and about pissed myself.

The storm window was all fogged up. So I took my hand to wipe it off and there was a face staring back at me. I gotta tell ya, I jumped back and about tinkled on myself. No one expects someone to be standing on their dark front porch at two am. When I caught my breath, he was gone. Murphy was still at the bottom of the stairs pitching an unearthly fit. I crossed myself. Said a quick 'get away from me' phrase and opened the storm door slowly. Murphy took some coaxing to come up the steps but finally did. We slammed the door and stood there staring at each other.
Murphy kept hoping around on his toes whining. I know he had been totally freaked out.

Once we both were calmed down we went to bed. I for some reason as I dozing off thought "I wonder what it would have been like living in this house long ago?" stupid thought.

I slept immediately and in my dream I saw the rancher/cowboy who had just made his presence known to me shortly before my sleep.
I could see him walking around the front of my house. It was daytime, summer like outside. He had on the same wide brimmed brown ranchers hat and overall/coverall type jeans. He had a rifle or shotgun some sort of long gun carrying it in the crook of his right arm. He looked stern, but not angry. As he came around the front of the house towards my front porch I heard him say loudly and with authority "GET AWAY!" I woke up shaking. My hands and body were shaking uncontrollably.
The more I thought about him, I thought his name was maybe John. But now I'm thinking Mac. But I'm not sure. I haven't seen him since. But Murphy has. And he doesn't know what to think of him. He barks an alert and whines a lot when he's around. I don't blame him. I surely didn't see this one coming either.

He's the type of spirit where I'm not sure if he's a ghost or a recurring memory that keeps playing. But, I have felt the knowledge that he had a gun with him because of some sort of animal. Maybe he had been hunting coyotes or wolves or something. And that is why he was telling whomever to GET AWAY. A kid? a dog? not sure. But Murphy would rather him not be around. We'll have to see what else he has to say. At this point I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt that he's not here to scare or hurt me.
The phrase he said with authority GET AWAY. Could have several meanings. Was he trying to tell me to get away from something or someone in this life? Not sure yet.
I've thought of going to the historical society to see if I could find anything, but to be honest I'm not really all that sure that I would want to know. What would I do if I found out he maybe had killed his wife in my living room or something? shit. Maybe that's what that big stain in on my hardwood floor. Lol. No, I'm sure that's not it.

I'm not sure I like this new 'seeing' more stuff the guides told me was coming. They woke me up a few weeks ago telling me "it's time to see. It's time to move to the next level." I'm not so sure I want too.

Animal says Happy Birthday

ANIMAL SINGS HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JODIE

AAAAHHHHHH!

WISHING YOU A GREAT DAY

FROM ALL OF US ANIMALS HERE

YOU REALLY ARE MY BEST FREIND!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Casey oh Casey

Hmm, he and Taylor in the last picture look sorta the same. Think they loan each other scarves? love the stubble.

I think I have a type.

Yummy.

Boy, what I wouldn't give to see the rest of this picture. lol. And just how low are his jeans??

And your assignment is?

OK, your assignment if you choose to accept it...

What is the significance of the number 5. And five white/hairless/glow in the dark mice? That apparently I can only see. My cats don't even notice them.

....OK. Go.

BACK STORY:

A few weeks ago. I was awoken by my, whatever he is. Guide, ghost. HUGE PAIN IN MY ASS...
And he was telling me that it is time to see. He says "It's time for you to see. See things the way they really are. Time to see." I rolled over saying. "It's in the middle of the night. Can't I see them tomorrow" I guess not.

So, over the past few weeks. I have begun to see new things. Weird/bizarre/in need of meds things. I had to put a sheet over my bedroom mirror because someone was looking out one night. I know. Freaky. I told her if she didn't vamoose, she wouldn't like it where I was gonna send her off too.

So, then last week. I wake up in the dark. I 'see' these five little white, hairless, glowing in the dark mice. They are playing on my nightstand. They are tumbling, and playing with each other. I lay watching them for a minute. Until I realize. IT'S DARK. How can I be seeing them? I turned on the light. And of course, nothing. I figured I was just dreaming. uh huh.

Then over the next few nights. Same thing. I've noticed that when I reach for the light switch without moving a muscle cept my hand. They freeze. Look at me like..."She's turning on the light. RUN!" now, I never hear anything. They don't make any jumping, falling, running noises. No noise at all. Strange.

There are always five. The same five little mice.

So, what do you conclude? besides that I'm loony tunes.

I need to turn you on.

I want to turn you guys on. No not that way. But to a very funny blog. You might have noticed him in my comments. His name is Marc Acito and I love his wit. He's trying something new each day and letting us in on it. For instance, yesterday he made a tuna fish sandwich. Well, that doesn't sound so impressive, but add to that the fact he was.... blindfolded. Then he reported it to us by typing his blog report still blindfolded. Impressive. Why? I have no idea. But it was still impressive and very amusing.

You need to check him out.http://marcacito.blogspot.com/

One of the fun facts Marc gives us about himself is and I found very appropriate at the moment:

FUN FACT #8: When my partner edited Attack of the Theater People before I submitted it to my publisher, he removed five hundred commas.

Marc. Jodie feels your pain. She is editing my book and has nightmares about commas. I bet she has deleted at least that many from my pages as well. She calls me the comma queen. I don't see anything wrong with putting a comma where I think it belongs. lol. But I guess there are rules.

I don't know them.

But I assume there must be rules somewhere or she wouldn't be pulling her hair out.

Talk to me baby.

Here's a new picture of Taylor. And little brother Zac, who isn't so little anymore. Purrrrr.
As you can see, Taylor does still leave me Breathless. I do have a 'type' for my fantasy guys. Blond and yummy. They don't have to be rocket scientists, who says they have to talk?? sing to me baby. Hum. What ever. Just let me look at you.


...oh, and if Taylor had Casey's body...Nat would never let him out of the bedroom. Maybe she doesn't anyhow, they have three kids under five.
If my spouse looked like either of my fantasy guys...I might not think of killing him so often. Just saying.

Casey

This is Casey Skinner from MAKE ME A SUPERMODEL. He was also in the male on male photo shoot. HOT HOT HOT. And the boy is pretty isn't he?

Yeah, yeah, the blond hair and smoldering look. I have a fantasy type I suppose.

Gulty pleasures

Guilty pleasures.
Sure I have them. Nothing that would send the moral police my way. Ok, maybe uptight, small town moral police...they can bite me.

There are the guilty pleasures you already know about.

Torchwood.
Hell, who doesn’t have this one on their list.

Blood Ties.
Too bad Lifetime movie channel can’t get their heads out of their ass and bring this one back. They canceled it with two shows un-shown. They tell us to come and watch them online. Yeah, that’s gonna happen with my dial up. Would take about a year to download two complete episodes.
Loved my Henry the vampire. Yum yum. Granted I have shoes older than him, but you all won’t tell, will you?
Actually I loved the fact on this show all of the other actors WEREN’T twenty. They were middle aged actors who we’ve all seen on numerous other shows and have liked them there too.

HEAR ME LIFETIME…BRING BACK BLOOD TIES.

Make me a Supermodel.
I don’t normally watch reality shows, but this one grabbed my attention. (Ok, it was the photo shoot of Perry and Casey doing male on male.) Shocked? If you’ve been reading along, you shouldn’t be.

Hanson.
Ok, that might explain my Casey obsession. He does have longer blond hair and is only twenty. I’M NOT A PERVE. I’M NOT. Ask Jodie.

Riley.
Ok, this is a puppy. I haven’t met him yet. I don’t even know if he’s born yet. But, damnit I dream of this puppy at least three times a week. He’s coming my way. Don’t know from where or when. But he’s making him self known. I even know his name. Riley.
This morning I woke and I swear I could smell puppy breath. Riley? Can you wait until the summer? That would be wonderful.
Heads up: Murphy is not gonna be happy. I can know he’s gonna pitch one major hissy fit when Riley shows up. He is THE DOG.

My guides.
I do enjoy them. I haven’t heard much from this for awhile. But I have been really all over the place. Usually when I get like this, they seem to step back until they see I’m either gonna throw my hands up, or sort out the shit.
GUIDES? THE SHIT IS GETTING DEEP. BRING A SHOVEL, WON’T YA?

I almost missed a clue today. I’ve told them before, “Sometimes you really have to spell it out for me.” I saw the same set of two words several times today. Didn’t really even notice until I had seen the same words a couple of times in different places and times today and night. I guess their giving me the title to a new story.

STEALING TOMORROW.

Ok, now they just have to write the story. I’ll be expecting it on my computer tomorrow. NO, I’M KIDDING. Man, wouldn’t that freak you out? If you woke up and there was an entire story written and waiting for you that you didn’t remember writing?
Oh, hell, maybe that’s what the story is about? Shit. Thanks.

TORCHWOOD TONIGHT. NO SPOILERS.

Torchwood tonight!

Just for the record, I cried. Yep, when they were sitting around the table. Tears.

I love this show. There are weeks that I think, I don’t know, but they always redeem themselves. And this week was one of them. I would have like this one to have been more in depth, maybe a two part episode. I sometimes feel like our episodes are a bit choppy. Ya know? like maybe they've been edited a little too much. But, I'll take what ever they want to give us.

You'all need to watch this one. For real. Not saying any more.

A full moon and numerous other crappiness

Isn't it funny how when there is a deadline, even a self imposed one, we somehow suddenly find at least ten other things that are more important and urgent to deal with. I know the dirt under my stove would still be there tomorrow. I always now know upgrading my LIMEWIRE music files WAS A HUGE MISTAKE. Those song files are lost forever on my computer someplace, never to be seen by limewire again.

UPDATE: have found those songs. They are in Windows media player for some unknown reason. And limewire sits empty.

I told myself last night that I would finish the hardest chapter of my book today. I would figure a way to have Anthony and Alexis kill off Diamond in a flashy sensational way. I want them both to pull their hidden guns and shoot him at the same time. He deserves it, he really does. But, how do I get Christian out of the next room and into the fray without getting him killed, again.
And Jesse needs to somehow end up in the same room with his knife in his sock. Christian needs to pick up the knife off the floor after Jesse and Diamond fight, and Christian will stab him with it to finish off Diamond once and fore all. This way Christian/Chase can be one person once again. Or will he? will alter ego Christian really go away like he promised many chapters ago? And will Chase still have Christians memories to fall back on once he is alone.

See, I have the plot, I know what needs to get to where, but getting it all in place is HARD. Really Hard.

AND WHY THE HELL WON'T THE ABC BUTTON ON MY BLOGGER WORK ANYMORE?
I've about had it. First I fall into a hole in the yard today. Fell, rolled completely over and skinned my elbow. The dog watched and seem to yell...10! When I sat up. He was impressed, I could tell.
Then my computer crap. And my son was hit in the face with a badmitten racket and knocked out a filling. He's finally sleeping and hopefully I can get him into the dentist tomorrow. Geesh, and you know it's a full moon right? of course it is.