For those who have read the blog for a long time, you may remember my teen daughter who was linked from this blog. She took the site down (sniff - sob - sniff) but she's back up and running. The mentality of a 16 yr old is kind of scary sometimes, but it's neat to look back and remember how it was then, the emotions and chaos and everything else, through her writing. I know she'd love for anyone and everyone to drop by and please feel free to leave a note (YES! Even you, Dwight!)
Check it out HERE
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
According to Cosmo
Men equate saying "I love you" with having sex.
Does this mean everytime they're plugging it in, they LOVE that person? I mean, they may be GRATEFUL, which they dang well should, but I don't think this would be LOVE. I mean, I'm a GURL and even I don't equate it 99% of the time, so I can't fathom how a guy can.
If they mean "in a relationship" he shows his "love" through sex and thus equates it that way, that's crap. Grow a spine, open your mouth and SAY it.
Of course, being that I write romance, this could particular irk me. As writers, we work really hard to have ANYTHING, from words to actions, reflect the movement in a relationship. To that point, yes, often times if you do choose to have a sex scene, and since it does need to have relevence in the book, it can mean that, but I refuse to acknowledge that because then Cosmo is at least partially right.
Then again, I write heros with spines. That's one of the things that makes him a hero, after all.
Does this mean everytime they're plugging it in, they LOVE that person? I mean, they may be GRATEFUL, which they dang well should, but I don't think this would be LOVE. I mean, I'm a GURL and even I don't equate it 99% of the time, so I can't fathom how a guy can.
If they mean "in a relationship" he shows his "love" through sex and thus equates it that way, that's crap. Grow a spine, open your mouth and SAY it.
Of course, being that I write romance, this could particular irk me. As writers, we work really hard to have ANYTHING, from words to actions, reflect the movement in a relationship. To that point, yes, often times if you do choose to have a sex scene, and since it does need to have relevence in the book, it can mean that, but I refuse to acknowledge that because then Cosmo is at least partially right.
Then again, I write heros with spines. That's one of the things that makes him a hero, after all.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Pass the IV Please
So, I got sick.
Really sick.
B had cold-like symptoms, then I did too. Ya know, the basics: runny nose, cough, blah blah blah. He started to get better. I got a fever. I kept treating the symptoms. I got worse. My fever got higher. By Day 9, I knew I was really sick. Then I started coughing up blood.
I went to the ER. They gave me three breathing treatments upfront. Man oh man, that'll give ya the shakes bigtime. They shot me up with morphine (that stuff hits FAST, by the way!) My fever hovered around 102. I have pneumonia - both lungs, and the kind I have attacks something in the back of the lungs which caused incredible pain (thus, the morphine). I was admitted to the hospital and stayed two days, IV antibiotics and morphine every two hours.
I'm home now and better. I'm still on the meds and percocet for the pain, with cough meds with codeine in it. They said in a couple of weeks, I'll be back to my ol' feisty self. So ya'll get a little break from me for awhile, but no worries: Like Arnold, I'll be back!
Really sick.
B had cold-like symptoms, then I did too. Ya know, the basics: runny nose, cough, blah blah blah. He started to get better. I got a fever. I kept treating the symptoms. I got worse. My fever got higher. By Day 9, I knew I was really sick. Then I started coughing up blood.
I went to the ER. They gave me three breathing treatments upfront. Man oh man, that'll give ya the shakes bigtime. They shot me up with morphine (that stuff hits FAST, by the way!) My fever hovered around 102. I have pneumonia - both lungs, and the kind I have attacks something in the back of the lungs which caused incredible pain (thus, the morphine). I was admitted to the hospital and stayed two days, IV antibiotics and morphine every two hours.
I'm home now and better. I'm still on the meds and percocet for the pain, with cough meds with codeine in it. They said in a couple of weeks, I'll be back to my ol' feisty self. So ya'll get a little break from me for awhile, but no worries: Like Arnold, I'll be back!
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
6.6.6
Insert evil laugh here.
Hold on - I think Sydney's throwing a party. I still think she could take Damien down in a heartbeat and have that boy begging for mercy.
So how fitting is this little thingy I found today for today's date?? I hobble into the gas station for more medication. (I'm on Day Seven of what appears to be the flu - or virus from hell, not sure which). I'm standing at the check-out. They always have these little keychains and a lot of times I like them. I bought one once because it said, "I'm out of bed. What more do you want?" (Those that know me know I'm a sleeper, dreamer, napper kind of woman.) So I'm fingering through them, nothing too funny, and my finger brushes against something soft.
And furry.
My eyebrows raise. My interest, in a fog of fever, is piqued.
Oh look. It's a cute little rabbit's foot keychain. Nice and normal. We've all owned one.
BUT WAIT! These have been MADE TO LOOK LIKE THE RABBITS AGAIN! One looked suspiciously like a cat. Little ears, little tails, little red beady freakin' eyes. Out of honest-to-God rabbit fur. Holy crap, this is a scary freakin' little town!
So I'm commenting on the demonic virtues of these to the cashier.
Me: That's messed up.
Him: Squeek.
Me: Pardon? (again with the raised brows)
Him: Squeek.
Me: blank face like :|
Him: *eye roll* THEY SQUEEK!
Uhhh. So of course, what do I do? I reach and squeeze the little real-rabbit-fur-dressed-up-to-look-like-mini-rabbit-with-beady-red-eyes-from-Hell and SQUEEK! It sounded like I imagine it would as a dog gnawed on it.
I paid and left. I'm almost convinced now that it was a fever-induced hallucination. I'm mostly afraid it's not. And if they're still there when I go back, I'm buying one just to take a pic to show you guys how truly scary it is.
UPDATE!!! B just walked up to me while I sat here at my desk and I heard the ever-familiar demonic SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK. He bought one!!!!
Hold on - I think Sydney's throwing a party. I still think she could take Damien down in a heartbeat and have that boy begging for mercy.
So how fitting is this little thingy I found today for today's date?? I hobble into the gas station for more medication. (I'm on Day Seven of what appears to be the flu - or virus from hell, not sure which). I'm standing at the check-out. They always have these little keychains and a lot of times I like them. I bought one once because it said, "I'm out of bed. What more do you want?" (Those that know me know I'm a sleeper, dreamer, napper kind of woman.) So I'm fingering through them, nothing too funny, and my finger brushes against something soft.
And furry.
My eyebrows raise. My interest, in a fog of fever, is piqued.
Oh look. It's a cute little rabbit's foot keychain. Nice and normal. We've all owned one.
BUT WAIT! These have been MADE TO LOOK LIKE THE RABBITS AGAIN! One looked suspiciously like a cat. Little ears, little tails, little red beady freakin' eyes. Out of honest-to-God rabbit fur. Holy crap, this is a scary freakin' little town!
So I'm commenting on the demonic virtues of these to the cashier.
Me: That's messed up.
Him: Squeek.
Me: Pardon? (again with the raised brows)
Him: Squeek.
Me: blank face like :|
Him: *eye roll* THEY SQUEEK!
Uhhh. So of course, what do I do? I reach and squeeze the little real-rabbit-fur-dressed-up-to-look-like-mini-rabbit-with-beady-red-eyes-from-Hell and SQUEEK! It sounded like I imagine it would as a dog gnawed on it.
I paid and left. I'm almost convinced now that it was a fever-induced hallucination. I'm mostly afraid it's not. And if they're still there when I go back, I'm buying one just to take a pic to show you guys how truly scary it is.
UPDATE!!! B just walked up to me while I sat here at my desk and I heard the ever-familiar demonic SQUEEK SQUEEK SQUEEK. He bought one!!!!
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