Okay, so I’m fat. There I said it. I’m out of the closet.
But I’m going to get healthy.
What brought this on? I turned 28 a few weeks ago and I know it’s only going to get harder as I get older. I’ve seen how my family struggles. My parents, my grandparents. I don’t want to do that. So, I’ve decided I’m going to get healthy by the time I’m 30 and stay healthy. A lifelong change. It’s time, I’m ready.
Gemma Halliday, a truly awesome sauce author, let me know about this program going on through the show The Biggest Loser, where losing weight means they’ll help feed the homeless.
So, if you’re hopping on the healthy bandwagon this year, join me and make a pledge. It’s free…except the sweat equity of getting fit.
Here’s the info:
“For every pound you lose, we will donate 10¢ to Feeding America™ – enough to provide one pound of groceries to a local food bank. Report your final results between 4/1/09 and 5/5/09.”
It was 15 freaking degrees when I came in to work this morning. Fahrenheit. Some of you might think, “Pfft! That’s nothing! We’re at negative 15 here!”
Yeah, well, hats off to you, oh goddess of winter.
Me, however? I am from California originally. Not the few parts of California that snows, either. I cannot emphasize this enough and what it means to my cold tolerance. Which is non-existent. I’ve lived in snowy climes for almost five years (God help me, has it really been that long?) and have still not adjusted to it. And I really don’t wanna. Snow is evil. Very, very evil. Like Satan’s lapdog type evil.
So, this is my post for today. I am whining about the weather.
It looks pretty, all that snow, but try living in it, digging your car out of it, and slipping and sliding on it just to make it through the regular functions of the day.
It’s January and I’m ready for spring now. Can we hurry that along, please?
So, December was a less than fun month for me. My apartment flooded and I lost some of my favorite books. It put a damper on the vacation, lemme tell ya. To make up for the evil of losing my preciouses, the Mad Madam M and I invented our own mixed drink. (Also useful when watching bad movies that you make into a drinking game every time someone does something predictably stoopid). I give you, The Shortbus. Enjoy!
Shortbus recipe
3 oz Pineapple juice
1.3 oz Vanilla vodka
4 oz Sunkist Orange Soda
1/2 teaspoon Grenadine
All but the Grenadine should be be chilled and just throw it all in a tall glass. It’s tasty, I promise!
The name originates from a scene in our favorite show, Supernatural, where one character insults the other by calling them “Short Bus” (i.e. the short bus to school).
To celebrate, I’m giving YOU a present. Wish me a happy birthday (or really say anything you want) in the comments and you’ll be entered to win any book off my back list–either in pdf format if it’s an ebook or in paperback if it’s in print.
So, I fetched my mail this afternoon on the way into my apartment. Same thing every day, same time. No biggie, right?
I opened the envelopes. Bill, bill, invoice, statement, junk, junk, junk, then I got to my insurance statement, glanced over it. The numbers looked right and I was about to toss it aside when something caught my eye.
A code that said Ho-Renter.
I’m sure it means Home Renter, but… oh my gosh, I laughed so hard I almost cried.
Yes, it’s a new step in the life of an erotic romance writer. I no longer need to buy the ho’s, I have them on retainer. I just rent. I don’t want to own one, you understand.
I mean, what if it’s a dirty ho?
You don’t want to own a dirty ho. But occasionally it’s fun to play with someone reeeeally dirty.
So, officially, I rent the ho’s.
This is your public service announcement for today. A ho should be rented, but never purchased outright. It’s even illegal in most states.
I’m not going to talk about my political beliefs on my blog. That’s information you don’t really want or need, but I will say this. It’s important for every American adult to vote, and no matter who you vote for, get to your polling place and VOTE! (Unless you’re anal like me and already did)
I’m putting widgets below so you can see how the candidates from the two major parties are doing.
Or that’s what Dayna would call them. For the past year, I’ve known I needed a new cell phone. I’ve had mine for almost 6 years, and for 2 of those years it was my sole means of communication. No land line, it was all cell. Which means that poor darling piece of equipment has been used, abused, ridden hard, and put away wet.
In the last few weeks, it’s been harder and harder to push the buttons and make it work. I’ve had to accept that it’s really, truly dying and I really, truly need a new one.
So, I went shopping. Online. In the stores. Read reviews. Played with other people’s phones. Decided what features I needed or could live without. I’m a librarian. We research.
I finally decided on this lovely little darling: the Sony Ericsson w810i. Sleek, pretty, shiny, and the same brand as my current phone, so most of the buttons work the same. Woot!
I went to see David Sedaris live last night. If you’ve never read his books or listened to his audiobooks, you really, really need to.
Try Holidays on Ice:
Or Me Talk Pretty One Day:
And those are just for starters. You reeeeally need to read his work. And it’s essays, so it’s short little segments, so it’s easy to digest.
When he first walked on stage, the lights were up in the theater. He covered his eyes, and begged into the microphone, “Can it be darker?” Long pause, nothing happens. Then he repeats, “No, really. Can it be darker?” Apparently, he has nightmares of being able to see his large audience and it’s better if he just pretends we’re not there. I guess he’s reading to a laugh track in his head?
The title of this post was one of his nods to Utah, and the audience almost died of laughter. Also, during the question and answer segment, the lights were in his eyes, so he kept pointing and calling on people who weren’t actually raising their hands to ask a question. The first time was funny, the fourth just had the audience rolling.
My favorite piece last night was about “Slave Monkeys” and his jealousy of being comedically upstaged by his little Slave Monkey, pictured here.
