Friday, December 28, 2012

Khoo, Nadia and Nigella

Do you ever watch cooking shows? I find it funny that I am a fan of 3 of them and all 3 mostly make food I would never want to eat. Lots of fish. Other weird ingredients.

So what draws me to them? Strong women in different settings.

First up there is; Little Paris Kitchen: Cooking with Rachel Khoo. It airs on the Cooking channel. I couldn't really tell you when it airs as I just watch it when I randomly come across it. I tend to veiw most television programs that way.

Khoo lives in a small flat in Paris with a tiny kitchen. For a while she had a 'restaurant' in her flat where she would cook an evening meal for one sitting of 2 to 4 people.

Did you ever notice how so many French women wear dark red lipstick and look great in it?

Among her recipes that I do think sound good are savoury cakes like this one: Cheese, Pistachio and Prune Cake aka Cake Au Fromage et Pruneaux.

She has a cookbook out:

The Little Paris Kitchen: 120 Simple But Classic French Recipes


Then there is Nadia G's Bitchin Kitchen. She is billed as a Chef-comedienne and her show airs on the Cooking Channel and on Food Network. Again, not sure when.

Her Cooking Channel promo describes her as - "Hilarious, entertaining and deliciously demented" She's known for her crazy outfits, her crazy kitchen and her crazy staff that do educational yet nonsensical sidebars.

She makes a lot of things with ingredients that don't sound good to me. Here's a recipe that sounds tasty, though: 

She has 2 cookbooks out:

Bitchin' Kitchen Cookbook: Rock Your Kitchen--And Let the Boys Clean Up the Mess

Nadia G's Bitchin' Kitchen: Cookin' for Trouble


Last up is Nigella Lawson. She has had several television programs including Nigella Bites and Nigella's Feasts. The current one is Nigellisima. I've never seen it. She's British and I love to hear her speak, both her accent and her manner of speaking. Her presentation is described as flirtatious and comedians mock her just as they were fond of mocking Julia Child.

Unfortunately for my sweet-tooth, many of her baked goods sound yummy. Someday I plan to try this recipe:

Chocolate Guinness Cake

Ummm...must stop drooling...

She has many cookbooks out. The latest is titled:

Nigella Kitchen: Recipes from the Heart of the Home

She has a new cookbook due out in February 12, 2013 titled:

Nigellisima: Easy, Italian-Inspired Recipes
What about you? Do you like cooking?
What is your favorite cookbook?
Do you like cooking shows and if so, which ones? Do the inspire you to cook?
How do you feel about deep red lipstick?
All you super good researchers out there - at the end of every episode Nadia G says:
"and remember - alla bro si ma" or something like that. Maybe alibratsma. I could not find the word, phrase or whatever it is, and what it means anywhere.
I challenge you - find Nadia G's sign off.

I knew one of you would get it. Thanks London Mabel. "Found it! Alla prossima - means "til the next time." (Which sounds like the French "à la prochaine")"

Thursday, December 27, 2012

2 Free books today only 12/27 for kindle and, and, and

I originally posted this and it is still there - go for it!

No Such Thing As a Secret by Shelly Fredman - is free @amazon for kindle today 12/27. I just got it. I already have a hard copy of this and all the follow up books in the series. Great book. Love Brandy Alexander and her writer - Shelly! If you don't have it - go get it.

I blogged about the series here.

The series is:
No Such Thing As A (1) Secret
(2)Good Blind Date
(3)Free Lunch
(4)Free Ride
And recently released (5) No Such Thing As a Lost Cause.

I have #5 but I haven't had a chance to read it, yet. I have no doubt it is good, though, cause Shelly wrote it.


The Spirits of Christmas by Sarah Wynde free the rest of the day 12/27 on amazon for kindle.

It is a short story set in "in Tassamara between the ending of A Gift of Thought and the epilogue of A Gift of Thought"

I blogged about those books and how much I loved them and am anxiously awaiting A Gift of Time -

Sarah Wynde actually dedicates the short story to me and one other person.

I'm halfway through it. I'm loving it. It was a sacrifice for me to put it down long enough to give all my readers this opportunity.

See how much I love you?

Updated to add - Highland Jewel by Lois Greiman and The Gambler by Lois Greiman are on sale for 99 cents.

Free book 12/27 only!!!!!!

No Such Thing As a Secret by Shelly Fredman - is free @amazon for kindle today 12/27. I just got it. I already have a hard copy of this and all the follow up books in the series. Great book. Love Brandy Alexander and her writer - Shelly! If you don't have it - go get it.

I blogged about the series here.

The series is:
No Such Thing As A (1) Secret
                                   (2)Good Blind Date
                                   (3)Free Lunch
                                   (4)Free Ride
And recently released (5) No Such Thing As a Lost Cause.

I have #5 but I haven't had a chance to read it, yet. I have no doubt it is good, though, cause Shelly wrote it.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Happy Holidays, Y'all

Diversity: my present/s to you -
Antonio Banderas

John Trudell
Sean Blakemore

Salman Khan

Johnny Depp
Takeshi Kaga
Wael Kfoury
You're welcome!!!

Friday, December 21, 2012

puns and funs

I went on facebook looking for inspiration for a blogpost and guess what I found?

Don't you love a really good pun?

I also found a link to the 25 funniest auto corrects of 2012.

Here's my favorite:

Happy Winter Solstice everyone!!!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Eat, XXXX*, Love

Most people reading my blog know I'm an atheist. So it probably comes as no surprise that when the book Eat, XXXX*, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert came out, I did not rush off to read it. Eventually, I got around to reading it for two reasons; one being that so many of my friends had read it and I wanted to understand the references and two being that it is a travelogue kind of book and I generally like those.

I really like the work of Frances Mayes, for example, and one of my favorite Susan Elizabeth Phillips books is Breathing Room where the down-on-her-luck heroine travels to Italy.

Sunday is the one day of the week where I don't have to 'go' anywhere. I was flipping through television channels in my efforts to entertain myself while procrastinating from doing any work on my wip. I came upon the movie, Eat, XXXX*, Love. I like Julia Roberts so I decided to watch the movie.

*(You may ask why I keep xing out the middle word. It's kind of a trigger word for me. I know that there are good people to whom it means a lot and who use it with loving kindness. But it's also thrown around in some fairly inappropriate places by some fairly opportunistic assholes. I tend to just avoid using it rather than giving it negative energy.)

Anywho - there is a concept in the movie / book that I think is valuable for everyone; THE SWEETNESS OF DOING NOTHING.

That's what I've been doing since I got off of work Sunday morning at 1am. Oh I haven't done absolutely nothing. I've read some. I've watched a lot of television. I've eaten. I've drank tea and hot chocolate and Airborne. I've started a very laid back exploration of One Note (similar to Scrivener) and started making notebooks of my manuscripts in various stages.

What I haven't done is get out of my pajamas or travel anywhere in my car or even venture outside or do laundry or wash dishes.

It's very rejuvenating, doing nothing.

Monday I usually have a couple of obligations but they both got cancelled so I continued with my pursuit of doing nothing.

Now Tuesday it's back to the busy world. Work. Laundry. Dishes. Dogpaddling. Some things with my grandkids.

I think I may enjoy it more, though, just from having taken a break.

It's kind of sad to me that mothers with young children find it almost impossible to have a whole day when they can enjoy THE SWEETNESS OF DOING NOTHING. I know most of them could use the renewal.

The movie had one other thing to offer. This man. I'm usually not 'attracted' to him, though I think he is a first rate actor, but in this movie - ooh la la:

Javier Bardem
As far as her travels are concerned - I would not have gone to the same places. She went to Italy, then India, then Bali.
I might have gone to Italy but if I did, while I would enjoy the food, I would focus on going to all the places that make cameos instead. I love cameos.
For my second country I would go to Denmark. And I would make side trips to Sweden and Norway. Find out what it's like to live in a place where atheism is more the norm. No offense to all of my good, faith-centered friends. I'd just like to experience what it's like to not feel defensive about that subject all the time. Also, I could pursue Van Gogh and Klimt there.
I could certainly get into ending my journey with some time on a tropical island. I might not choose to go outside the USA for that. Hawaii seems like it has a lot to offer.
Speaking of Hawaii - I think my campaign for Alex O'Louglin as James Bond (evenually when Daniel Craig is tired of doing it) may be catching on. On Hawaii Five O tonight, the show ended with O'Louglin in a tux and one of the cast members referred to him as 007. Thrilling, huh?
If you were traveling for a year, where would you go?

Friday, December 14, 2012

Peaks and a valley

It's been a roller coaster week.

I've hit some peaks.

1 - I met a goal that I rarely ever meet. I spent 3 sessions of 50 minutes in the pool this week.

2 - I finally wrote some on my wip after a long dry spell.

3 - I have been more organized about food this week. Ate much more at home. Meals that I cooked. Healthier.

I've hit the same valley in between the peaks, though.

I'm at odds with my youngest daughter right now. She has some good reasons to be very angry at her circumstances these days. I understand that. But right now she's very angry with me and I'm not entirely sure why.

I just know that as of our last disastrous phone conversation the ball is definitely not in my court and each day that she doesn't contact me, my heart hurts a little more.

She would call me a drama queen for saying that. Well, it's the truth. So, just in case, I've selected a crown.

I really like this one:

Have you ever been at odds with someone you love? If so, how did you cope?

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Romance Novel: Finding Home by Author: Lois Greiman

Old Love and New Loves

2007. That's when I read my first Chrissy McMullen book by Lois Greiman. So I've loved Lois for 5 years now.

That series is contemporary. Greiman writes a lot of historicals (shudder). Not my cuppa. However, there are a couple of exceptions to that - Anne Stuart and Lisa Kleypas. There are probably others but I can't think of them right now. I know Greiman will one day be another exception. I have one of her historicals on my shelf right now and one day I'll be desperately seeking that voice of hers and I'll pick it up.

Meanwhile she has a new contemporary out and it's got a cowboy. You may not realize this is a good thing - but it is.

Lois is one of THOSE. You know, those writers whom you pick up thinking, I'm going to read the first chapter then go to sleep and 4 hours later you're still reading. Yeah, Those.

That's what happened when I picked up Finding Home.

Casie has issues:
"The old nickname turned the prickles to barbed wire. "So what should we do, Dickey? Throw her away? Send her to slaughter? I mean, if she can't run or buck or..." She waved a hand. "She could at least be pretty, right?" Dickenson, she remembered, had dated every girl on the cheerleading squad while Casie had been fighting acne and paying piccolo in the marching band. "Otherwise she might as well be dead. She might as well be..."

Casie has history with her sexy, cowboy neighbor:
"Hey thanks for the ride home, Case. Just let me know if you need any help. I'll be home for a while."
"Yeah." She pursed her lips and lied, not thinking about warm summer nights and strawberry wine poached by lanky teenagers. Once upon a time she'd been far too young to know that opposites might attract, but they would always make each other miserable. "Yeah. I'll do that."

Casie needs to ignore her neighbor because she has a fiance. Trouble is, the fiance is more trouble than he's worth:
"The rent!" she said, guilt rushing in on her. "I completely forgot about it."
He looked chagrined. "I hate to bring it up after such a perfect day."
"No. Don't be silly. It's my place, too..."
"Cass," he said, leaning toward the passenger seat to speak to her through the open door. "Maybe you could pay for next month right away, too."

She also has a ranch that needs work and isn't making much money, 3 teenagers that are depending on her for mothering, even though she isn't their mother, lambs and sheep and cows and horses, and a realtor who wants to sell her property to a confinement farming corporation.

But never fear. She's Lois Greiman driven so we have a delightful happily-for-now ending.
And, did I mention funny?

Casie: "I can make it to the house under my own steam. I'm just a little sore."
Colt: "You think I want to carry you? My arm's barely healed. I think I broke my knuckles on your fiance's fat nose. And do you know the kind of damage a bucking horse can do to your back?"
Casie: "Why did you park so far from the house then?..."

I really loved the book, Lois. Hope this is number one of a series.


Before you start whining about your tbr piles - my new love isn't a book or an author. It's 2 bands. It's 2 songs. It's several songs by 2 bands.

The Lumineers song Ho Hey is making me so happy lately. Have you heard it on the radio?
"I belong with you. You belong with me. You're my sweetheart."

I put 4 of their songs on my i-Pod:
Ho Hey, Flowers In Your Hair, Dead Sea

and Stubborn Love:

Then there's Little Talks:

If you check out the lyrics to that song it is tailor made for my wip. In fact, it's good for lots of modern gothic romance novels.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make a new playlist for my next dogpaddling session because it HAS to include these.

What is your latest obsession new love?

Friday, December 7, 2012

Quilt blocks 2012

Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while may remember that I live close to the National Quilt Museum of the United States in Paducah, KY.

If you read that and you picture old-fashioned quilts like wedding ring quilts:

expand your thinking. They do have those but they have so much more:

Todays quilt museums are really fabric art museums.
Every year the museum in Paducah has a School Block Challenge. Counting 2012, for 6 years now my gkids have entered a block into the challenge. So far they haven't won. Each year they add another 16" by 16 " block to their collection which they can eventually use to make a quilt.
The contestants are all given a packet with 3 pieces of fabric from Moda Fabrics. They can use as much of that fabric as they want but they have to use at least some of each.
I am proud to announce that 2012'S QUILT BLOCK ENTRIES ARE DONE! They are en route to the museum as we speak. And, yes, today is the deadline. We like to cut it close!
Here's Jay's entry:
It is entitled Angry Birds Versus Egg-Stealing Pigs. Awesome, huh?
Jay is 11 years old and is continuing his pop media art theme. Some of you may remember that 2011's entry was a Smurf village and 2010's entry was Super Diaper Baby.
Here's Jay holding his quilt block:
Believe it or not, the most difficult part of his quilt was not all the little felt bits that had he had to cut out and glue on. It was figuring out the size for the 4 triangles. We had to call my brother, the construction worker, to figure out how to figure out the size. And still miscalculations were made and his square was 13" by 13" so we had to sew it on the big yellow 16" by 16" square he made otherwise he would have been disqualified.
Here is Kat's entry entitled Optical Illusion Quilt Block:
How many squares do you see? If you see more than 4 her optical illusion is successful as her quilt is really just 4 square blocks with a bunch of ribbon edging. Clever, eh?
Kat is 14 years old. This is her second year of art appreciation class. When I asked her for her inspiration, she said it came from Michael Angelo. I argued with her. Michael Angelo only did big, religious-type murals like the ones on the Sistine Chapel, right?
Wrong. He did things like his work on the Campidoglio Piazza entitled Geometrics Interlocking:
Michael Angelo's work on the piazza inspired Kat to create this painting:
which was the inspiration for her quilt block.
Here's Kat holding up her quilt block:
BTW if you have a kid or a class of kids that you would like to enter in the School Block Challenge next year, it doesn't matter where in the USA you live, you can do it all via the mail. For $3. per packet, they will mail you one, you mail in your entry, and they mail it back to you after it has been judged and hung in the School Block Challenge exhibit which hangs from early January to late March.
Of course, if you are close by or want to visit, they have an excellent banquet-type affair at the end where they recognize each and every entrant with a ribbon.
Not to keep harping on the apocalypse thing, but this was so funny I had to share. Guess what Kat would do if she thought the world was about to end?
She would travel to Paris, tour the Louvre, and sneak one of her paintings onto the wall somewhere.
Do we have a guerilla artist in the works or what?

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Continuing our apocalypse theme...

This made me laugh way more than it should have. (Stole it from facebook, of course.)
If you didn't read my last blogpost about Jon Hanson's book 101 Things To do Before The Apocalypse, go back and read it. Then spend $1.99 so you can laugh a whole lot.
Friday - Quilt block pictures!!!

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Non-fiction book: 101 Things To Do Before The Apocalypse by Author: Jon Hanson

At some point in time one of those people who need to predict the end of the world decided to put his sandwich board away and focus on finding some gimmick to make his prediction seem more real. Voila - the Mayan calendar prediction. Any one with a lick of sense knows that the Mayans are being abused in this situation. They never predicted the end of the world.

As food for thought, though, let's pretend they did, and they're right. The world will end December 21st, 2012.

If the apocalypse happens, do you want to go out with a whimper or a “big fat proverbial bang?”

That's what Jon Hanson asks in his ebook - 101 Things To Do Before the Apocalypse. Then he shares his handy list of things to do if you're on the bang side of things. You whimperers are on your own.

Some of his suggestions could be done exactly as he has written them. Others you might have to tweak to suit your own tastes.

For example - #20 Go To Work In a Gorilla Suit. It's funny but it doesn't quite do it for me. I would steal his concept and change it to better suit my purposes.

I work with several fundamentalist, zealot-type religious people. Despite all passive aggressive efforts on my part to express the fact that I think religion and politics shouldn't be discussed at work where I can't walk away from your crazy ass, they still persist in bringing scripture and hellfire predictions into every conversation.

Instead of a gorilla suit, I think I'll wear horns and a tail. I'll dress normally for work. Then I'll add horns like these:

and a tail like this:

except longer so that it drags the ground.

I'll walk into work, punch the time clock and make my way to my desk, tail dragging behind me. When people make comments or ask questions, I'll stare at them blankly like I don't know what they're talking about. The first time I need to go to the bathroom, I'll come out of the stall, look in the mirror and scream loudly. Then I'll run out of the bathroom, babbling just barely coherently about how "it wasn't a dream, I really am the devil now."

Of course, I can't do this any earlier than Dec 20th because I don't want to lose my paycheck too soon.

If the people who are disrespectfully lying about the Mayans prediction are wrong, on Dec 22nd I'll be going to the doctor to get some kind of excuse about needing my meds adjusted but I will have had my fun, so who cares.

Okay, who thinks the above tweaking of Jon's suggestion #20, proves that I am perfectly suited for his suggestion #74 Start Your Own Apocalypse Blog?

However to quote Jon, "This one may not work out the way we had planned. In the event the internet goes kaput, you'll need a megaphone. That way you can still shout your so called "blog" updates to annoyed neighbors from up on your roof. That should go over real well right?"

See, that doesn't quite work for me. Cause I live in a rural neighborhood. To truly get the word out, I need one of those car thingys that let me drive around my area talking through speakers. Yeah, that would work. And I'd be so popular.This apocalypse thing is shaping up to be fun.

It's a fun, entertaining book full of helpful suggestions but I think Jon missed one thing - just in case it really was a zombie apocalypse, I would urge people to spend some time researching helmets and maybe armor. How cool would it be, if when the zombies come around, they couldn't get to your brains or any part of your flesh?

In any case, the book could actually pay for itself. Suggestion #26 is that you bathe in your neighbors automatic sprinklers. I don't know about your neighbor, but mine spends his evenings in front of the tv swilling beer and it would take a lot more than me in my birthday suit bathing in his sprinklers to get his attention. I could probably get away with it for days. Long enough to save the $1.99 I spent on the book.

Or, if you have a blog and you agree to review the book, Jon will give you a free copy. I didn't take him up on his offer because I know his humor and I knew I'd get my moneys worth but you should feel free to do so.

How will you spend your last day before the world ends?

So far my best plan involves secreting a couple of bottles of Sangria about my person, going to the movie theatre and buying a big thing of popcorn, settling into a comfortable seat and watching repeated showings of Skyfall.

I can't think of any better way of spending my last moments, than staring longingly at Daniel Craig.


Friday, November 30, 2012

I am aware

Y'all, I know it's Friday and I'm supposed to have a new post up but it's just not happening right now.


New post Tuesday unless I get inspired before then.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Food for thought

I'm still shell-shocked.

I found this on facebook and thought I would offer it up while I gather my thoughts. I will post a real post on Friday, as usual.

In my humble opinion, it's their turn.

Friday, November 23, 2012

A cup of sorrow

Right: Eric Jennings
Middle: Friend Scott
Left: Brandon Jennings 11/18/1986 to 11/23/2012 My nephew - Gone but not forgotten.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Cinquain for thanks

Good food
my fa-mi-ly
together and happy
(we miss you Tony and Wayne)
thanks life.

Happy Thanksgiving

To all my friends in the USA who celebrate Thanksgiving, and to all my friends everywhere who don't - Hope today finds you at peace and content.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

I watched the most lovely movie tonight:

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.

Someone I trusted, I thought it was Robena but I couldn't find a post on her blog talking about it, recommended the movie, and I immediately put it in my netflix queue. That was some time ago and it has finally been released for renting.

I am so glad I did that.

It's about several retirees who move to India as a cheaper way to retire. It was filmed in India. The scenery is beautiful, colorful. The noise in the streets and the sunlight are indeed exotic.

I also loved the music. I've checked and I can put the soundtrack on my ipod. I plan to do that because it would be perfect to write to when I need to distract my internal editor; no words to make me lose my focus, yet very diversely, emotionally, evocative music.

Not pictured in the poster is Celia Imrie:
She also has a major role in the movie. (You might remember her from another great movie - Calendar Girls.)
If you want to see a visually, emotionally stimulating movie with a compelling script, a wonderful cast and a stirring soundtrack - I urge you to see The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
I loved it.
And, until you get to see it - let me be the one to remind you -
"It will be okay in the end. And, if it's not okay; it's not the end."
The movie was based on the novel, These Foolish Things by Deborah Moggach.
As I write this, here is what I look up at on the shelf above my monitor:
If you read my blog very often you may remember, Thanksgiving is the time of year that Alfonso cross-dresses in his lovely pink blooms. For some reason he has only bloomed on one side this year, but he's stunning, nonetheless.
UPDATED to add:
While I was commenting elsewhere I think I figured out why he's only bloomed on one side.
He's bloomed on the side of a plant named La Diabla, whom he likes, because all his stamens look like lots of erect penises.
On the other side is Gladys, who doesn't like his lothario ways and rejects all the love babies he tries to drop in her pot. So he isn't bloomed toward Gladys.
What's moving you to bloom lately?

Friday, November 16, 2012

My spider friend

comes out only
for me who won’t kill him
scampers across the cold floor, stops
to bond.

Intelligent Life

I wrote that cinquain after my nightly visit from a spider recently. A couple of days later my mom stayed up un-characteristically late. The spider came out for his visit. And she stomped it.

I felt sad but then next night, out came his sister. Mom doesn’t know about her yet and I won’t be telling.

The whole thing made me think about the effect fear has on people.

My dad never saw a spider or snake that scared him. He would trap them and relocate them for my mom’s sake. He taught us the value of snakes, especially the snakes who kill the poisonous snakes and keep the rodent population down.


For my mom the only good spider is a dead spider, the only good snake is a dead snake.

My dad was raised by country people who weren’t afraid of anything much. His world was poverty but not debilitating poverty because his dad was a sharecropper who also raised livestock. And his mom was well versed in the arts of preserving food. They always had food. They frequently fed others. Back in a day when women didn’t work much outside the home, there were several boys in the family to work and to bring home money.

My mom was raised by her mom who was a small town girl, afraid of everything. Mom's dad was mostly absent and when he was around it wasn’t pretty. There were 7 girls and only one boy and very little food.

My father had a way of knowing the world was a safe place for him. (It would have been different if he wasn’t a straight, white male, but that’s a whole nother story.)

My mother is still certain the world is not safe and mostly out to get her.

If my dad had seen the spider he would have said – “It won’t hurt you. It’s just an old wood spider.”

My mom stomped it.


It makes you see everything as a threat that must be annihilated.

I have some of both my parents in me. Having seen the little box my mother’s fears keep her in, I try to follow my father and make decisions believing the world is a safe place.

Not sure how successful I am.

What about you? Do you tend to be led by fear of the world or confidence in it?

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Let's have some fun

I'm not a big television fan but there are a couple of shows I like. One of them is the new Hawaii Five O. I like it for several reasons, not the least of which is:

Alex O'Loughlin who plays commander Steve McGarrett. As I watched the show tonight, I had a thought and it has really stuck with me. There's another role Alex O'Louglin would be perfect for:

James Bond.

I know that there are some of you out there, (Linda Grimes), throwing popcorn at my blog on your computer screen right now because you like the current James Bond*:

and so do I.

*btw just as an innocent sidebar, do you think the size of that gun is any indication of the size of other things?

I love Daniel Craig as James Bond and, as long as Linda will keep letting him out of her basement long enough to make movies, he should still be 007, but let's visit reality; he's going to get tired of the role eventually and I think we should start floating the notion now - Alex O'Loughlin  - the next James Bond.

Compare this:

to this:
And I really think he measures up in other comparisons, too.
George Lazenby as Bond:
Timothy Dalton as Bond:
Handsome, shaken-not-stirred, Pierce Brosnan as Bond:

And, my personal favorite - Roger Moore as Bond:
Imagine this man
whispering naughty things in your ear using this accent:

It's enough to make this woman's nether regions all tingly.
So agree with me ladies, let's start a movement, Alex O'Loughlin as the next James Bond. When Mr. Craig is through, of course, because - yum.
Which is your favorite Bond?
(Oh and I know I've left out a Bond. That's because he is guilty of conduct unbecoming a Bond, IMHO. YMMV and if you want to vote for him, I promise not to hold it against you. I was never attracted to him to start with and after witnessing this:
 he repulses me. I think it's bizarre how Walters sort-of defends him afterwards.)
Has anyone seen Skyfall yet?

Friday, November 9, 2012

Brats and cats and butterflies

I wrote on my wip days 1 through 6 of November. Then I didn't write on the 7th. I was determined to get back on track the 8th but it's not going to happen.

I'm at work and I NEED to focus instead on getting requests turned in for paid time off because if I don't take it by 12/31 I lose it, and the calendar of availability is rapidly filling up. And that's important. At least, for me it is.

So I'm going to give you a little chunk of my wip as a blog today.

Here's hoping you enjoy it:
Mimi woke up to a twin on each side of her bed. “Get up, get up, get up.” They were chanting and jumping up and down. Mimi looked at the clock by her bed. Eight o’clock.

“Remind me, what’s my hurry? Why am I getting up?”

“Today’s the day you’re going to see Uncle Donovan, silly,” Addie said.

Mimi groaned. “Oh, yeah.” She threw her covers off and sat up, draping her legs over the side of the bed where the little girl stood.

“Listen sweetie, I don’t want you to get your hopes up. I’m going to go talk to him but I’m not sure he’s the answer to your problems. If it seems like he’s not going to step up and care for you and make sure the bad man can’t hurt you, we’ll figure something else out. I want you to remember that. Everything is going to be okay.”

Avery snorted. “Yeah, right. If Uncle Donovan doesn’t want us, we don’t have anyone else.”

“Avery shut up,” Addie said. “We have Mimi, don’t we Mimi? If Uncle Donovan doesn’t want us we can stay with you, can’t we?”

Mimi reached out and stroked the little girl’s hair. “I’m not sure, sweetie. I don’t think we’d be safe staying here in this apartment. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Addie and Avery exchanged a look. “Bridge?” Addie asked. “What bridge?”

“Never mind the bridge. It was an idiom,” she put a finger over Addie’s mouth, “and I don’t have time to explain what an idiom is. I just meant we’ll figure something out if we have to. Okay?”

They both nodded solemnly.

“Now hop out of here so I can get dressed.”

They turned and started hopping towards the door.

“Oh very funny. Did you two eat breakfast?”

Two heads shook.

“Let’s have cereal, then. Fix mine for me but don’t pour the milk until I get there.”

Addie turned in the doorway and stared. She started twice to say something and stopped herself.

“What?” Mimi asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Should you get dressed before you eat?” Addie asked.

“Oh yeah,” Avery said. “You don’t want to go see Uncle Donovan with milk stains. What are you going to wear anyway?”

Mimi stood looking at them for a minute, mouth agape. She closed her mouth and put her hands on her hips. “Why you little meanies. I can eat a bowl of cereal without spilling it on me. And I know how to dress for a meeting with your annoying uncle.”

They looked at each other, shook their heads and went to kitchen.

Seriously, those two, Mimi thought. Listening to them one would think she was a socially inept klutz. On the other hand, what should she wear? Something conservative, right? She dug through her closet. She pulled out a pair of khaki pants. Further down the rod she found a beige blouse with half sleeves and a little square collar. It was long so she didn’t tuck it into the khaki pants. She did button all the way up to her chin, though. She brushed her blond hair out and pulled it back into a ponytail. When she looked in the mirror she looked sensible and conservative. That seemed like the impression she wanted to make.

She headed for the kitchen. When she walked in the door both twins paused their enthusiastic munching of cereal to see how she looked. They both rolled their eyes.

“Are you trying to bore your way into his office?” Avery asked.

“And then bore him with your boringness until he’s snoring too loud to hear you?” Addie asked.

“While I appreciate that you are very wise for ten year olds…”

“Eleven year olds,” Avery interrupted.

“I stand corrected, eleven year olds; still I think I might know more than you what is needed for this encounter. I want your uncle to believe me and he’s more likely to do that if he thinks I’m mature and responsible.” She turned her back on them to make coffee. She sliced a banana and poured milk on top of her cereal. She could hear them whispering behind her. She took her bowl and went to the table. They jumped up as she sat down.

“Be right back,” Avery said.

Mimi shook her head and started eating. The little brats were right about one thing, though. She would have to eat carefully or she’d be wearing her breakfast and that would not make a good impression.

She slowly spooned each bite up to her mouth. She had managed to get through the whole bowl without spilling a drop. Now for coffee. She stood up and went to pour a cup of coffee. She was spooning in sugar when the twins came back in the room.

They immediately began arguing.

“I want more cereal,” Addie said, picking up the box.

“No, I want more cereal,” Avery said, yanking the box away from her.

That went on for two or three rounds before Mimi lifted the box away from them. “Get your bowls,” she gritted out between her teeth. “There’s plenty of cereal for both of you.” She poured cereal in each bowl.

Avery picked up the milk. Addie snatched it away. “Why do you get the milk first? I want it.”

“I had it already,” Avery said, snatching it back. They started pulling the milk jug back and forth.

“Knock it off you’re going to spi…” somehow the milk escaped both of their hands and tumbled to the floor, milk flowing all down Mimi’s pants on its way. Startled she eased her grip on her coffee cup and hot coffee dribbled down the front of her blouse.

Cold milk and hot coffee suddenly seeping through her clothes and onto her skin made Mimi gasp with shock. She carefully set her coffee cup down and glared at the twins. “Did you do that on purpose?”

“No,” Avery said.

"Yes," Addie said at the same time.

“Avery snorted. “Addie you weren’t supposed to tell her.”

“We just think things will go better with Uncle Donovan if you look pretty,” Addie said.
Her little eyes were pleading with Mimi to understand and not be mad.

Mimi shook her head and groaned.“I’m going to change. I don’t know what else I have that I can wear but…” she broke off when she reached the door of her room. They had laid out clothes and shoes for her.
Mimi was glad that her back was to them as she eyed the outfit. She grinned to herself. Black cardigan and skirt covered in butterflies, white, old-fashioned blouse with a butterfly brooch, hose with butterflies up the sides, black ballerina shoes with butterflies over the toes.

Mimi had worn the outfit at a poetry slam where she read several particularly strident, pro-feminist poems. She’d worn it as an over-the-top, soft feminine contrast to her poems.

She composed her face and turned to face the twins to tell them no. Before she could say anything, Addie said, “Mommy used to wear clothes like that,” her lip quivered a little.

“Dad and Uncle Donovan always told her she looked beautiful,” Avery added.

Mimi felt her heart pinch. “Okay fine. I’ll wear the outfit,” she said.

“Wear your hair down,” Addie said.

“I’m wearing my hair tucked into a black hat,” Mimi said.

“Okay but you have to wear some lipstick,” Addie said.

“What color?” Mimi asked sarcastically.

“Do you have pink?” Addie asked, equally sarcastic.

“Let’s leave her to get dressed, Addie,” Avery said.

As she stepped out of her apartment door the two little manipulators smiled big smiles, happy with the results of their efforts. Mimi locked the door behind her and turned to see Drew and Victoria about to go into their apartment.

Drew whistled. “Don’t you look pretty? Run out of clean hippie clothes?”

Victoria scowled.

There was a sound of two snorts from behind the door of Mimi’s apartment.

“What was that noise?” Victoria screeched.

“My cat,” Mimi said, heading for the front door.

“You don’t have a cat,” Drew said.

“I’m thinking of getting one,” Mimi stepped outside. “Have a nice day,” she said, her voice dripping insincerity.

“That girl is just plain weird,” she heard Victoria squawk as she closed the door.


Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Congratulations to the Obamas

Whether you support them or oppose them, and I confess, I support them, they have won a victory.

This is by far my favorite ever picture of them:

Of course, maybe that's because I am a romance novel reader and writer.

My second favorite picture of them is:

Next up: 2 terms with a woman as president...