Showing posts from August, 2009

Random Monday-ness

1. I have a feeling today's list will be far more random than usual. 2. This is because I have no idea what I'm going to say. 3. Er ... type. 4. Whatever. 5. I started reading Tessa Dare's GODDESS OF THE HUNT (historical romance) last night while waiting for the last load of laundry to dry. 6. I adore this book. Love it. Am crazy about it. 7. Tessa is a debut author and I'm already such a huge fan I promise to buy her next two books without even glancing at the blurb on the back. 8. Why do I love it so much? 9. Voice. She's got it. In spades. 10. There's a MOTH in my stairwell. 11. That would be the stairwell INSIDE my house. 12. Tinks is on the job but the moth stubbornly refuses to come down to her level. 13. It's much more comfortable terrorizing me at my eye level. 14. I'm going to have to slink by it to get up to my bedroom so I can prepare for my job interview. 15. If you're the praying kind, please pray that I get this job. 16

Google Me This, Google Me That

Once again, it's time to see what interesting search terms brought another slew of hapless readers to this blog. 1. Words other than first next then last : Stupendous. Mellifluous. Calibrate. Hornswaggle. Flibberty-gibbet. Onomatopoeia. Loiter (which rhymes with goiter and really disturbs me). Need more? Hie thyself to the nearest dictionary forthwith! 2. How to make tighty-whitey tank top : Listen to me very carefully. The wisdom I'm about to impart is priceless. Really. You'll want to write this guiding principle down: Underwear of any persuasion is never to used as a shirt. Put down the tighty-whiteys and back away. 3. Snorting mucinex : A disproportionate number of you land on this blog searching for this topic. I'm not sure I can help. While it's true that in the course of ill-advised bouts of laughter I've snorted my fair share of items (milk, mashed potatoes, root beer, and even, sadly, chicken nuggets), I've never actually snorted mucinex. 4.

Starshine Becomes Ironman

Clearly, it's been a while since I blogged. Some of that is due to a busy month and using my usual blogging time to run my online query workshop. This week, I've been absent because up until yesterday, I was staying with Starshine at Vanderbilt Children's Hospital. On Monday night, at around 8 p.m., Clint and I heard a thump and then ear-splitting screams from upstairs. The kind of screams that every parent knows signal something is really wrong. I got upstairs first and found Starshine lying on the floor at the top of the stairs, his right arm stretched out in front of him. I took one look at his arm and thought, "That isn't the right shape" followed quickly by "Is that bone poking out of his skin?" We spent the next several minutes keeping him calm while we called our pediatrician to see if we should try to move him or if we should call 911. (It should be noted that I had to take a 1 min break to splash cold water on my face so I wouldn't

Vacation Day Two: In Which C.J. Discovers The True Meaning of The Word "Putrescence"

1. We spent the night in a nice little hotel about 20 miles from Holiday World. 2. We drove to the hotel at night but even in the dark, the town seemed charming. Quiet. 3. Safe. 4. In the morning, we woke up, got ready, opened our ground-level room's door, looked directly across the street and saw that our charming little hotel was parked smack dab in front of the county jail. 5. A jail with a gaggle of motorcycles clustered out front--proof that a gang of hardened criminals were currently visiting one of their nefarious cohorts and probably planning their next assault upon humanity. 6. I didn't get too worked up about it, though, because a closer examination showed that instead of Harley's, they were those silly little Honda scooters. 7. What kind of respectable bike gang rides scooters? 8. Retired Riot? Geriatric Gang-bangers? 4:00 Buffet or Bust? 9. We returned to Holiday World to hit our favorite rides again, and everything was going well until three un-relat

Vacation Day One: In Which C.J. Loses Her Ever-Loving Mind

Vacation Highlights, Day One: 1. The road trip was pretty smooth. 2. Or it would have been had I remembered rule #1 in the Mother's Guide To Keeping Her Sanity On Long Journeys With Boys : Always make sure every child has used the restroom BEFORE leaving. 3. Especially since boys will not only wait until the last possible moment of bladder capacity to alert you to the situation, they will actively seek to drive you insane by volunteering to hang their business out the window and pee while you drive. 4. I don't know if I've mentioned before on this blog that I have a serious bridge phobia. 5. I literally go into full panic attack mode when we approach a large bridge. 6. We had to cross one bridge to get to our first destination (Holiday World in Santa Claus, Indiana). My helpful hubby, noticing my distress, patted my hand and said, "Don't look at the bridge. Focus on the nuclear reactor over there instead." 7. Hmm. Worry about drowning to death in a ca

Shiver - A Twitter Conversation

The fact that I loved Maggie Stiefvater's SHIVER is no secret. I loved it so much , I wanted to re-read it the moment I reached The End. I loved it so much , I stalked teenagers in the YA section of my local bookstore and told them that this was the book they just had to buy. Don't make me stalk you too. Maggie agreed to guest blog for me so here is SHIVER, as told by three main characters. On Twitter. You know you love it. (For the non-Twitter crowed, Twitter is a continuous stream of conversation. RT stands for "re-tweet". When a character has a hashtag (#) followed by a word/phrase after their tweet, they're filing that tweet under a certain topic. Sometimes the topic actually exists. Often it's simply a way to get your point across or interject humor.) SHIVER : a Twitter conversation by the characters GraceBrisbane : Grace Brisbane EmoWolf90 : Sam Roth TheHottestCulpeper : Isabel Culpeper GraceBrisbane : we’re supposed to talk about what SH

Riding the Big Air Rail--No Matter What

Last night, I curled up on the couch with my three boys and watched a brand new skateboarding event in the X Games. The event, called the Big Air Rail Jam, was the brain-child of skateboarding veteran Danny Way who was the oldest skater in the competition at 35 (Which by the way, sassy ESPN commentators, is not that old). The goal of the event was to start at the top of a ridiculously high ramp (see pic) and then launch into the air, do some sort of trick on top of a long rail, and land on the opposite ramp while still in one piece. The kicker? The skaters couldn't see the rail until they were already flying off the first ramp. The event required faith in their skills and some serious courage. Danny Way won the gold medal in the event, a feat made even more amazing by the fact that he was competing while on crutches . Crutches. He'd torn something in his knee and then seriously rolled his ankle on the same leg during a warm up trick yet he stood, balanced on his skateb