Uncanny

persephone -- [adjective]: Insatiable to the point of crazy 'How will you be defined in the sexual dictionary?' at QuizUniverse.com

10 Things

Ten things I’m optimistic about:

1Getting published—currently working on sprucing up a wip (work in progress) for submission
2My husband getting a better job—small project to small project is good, but nerve-wracking
3Losing weight—I’m working out with weights three times a week and walking and jogging some
4Improving my self-esteem—that’s an area that will always need improvement
5Getting rid of some credit cards—discipline. Don’t spend!
6My health—despite my weight, I am very healthy
7Getting pregnant—the clock is ticking
8My eighth anniversary—I’m proud of my friendship and romance with my husband
9Owning my own home—it’s the American dream and I want a slice...hell, a crumb
10Keeping my regrets as few as possible—I don’t want to be on my deathbed wishing I’d said or done something

Define Joy

Joy is Jason, laughing.
Joy is justice.
Joy is watching Timothy Dalton woo Zelah Clarke in Jane Eyre.
Joy is making my mother laugh.
Joy is a crisp winter sky and a burning chimney.
Joy is the sound of snow under my feet.
Joy is the lively sweetness of a Coke on ice.
Joy is a horror movie that creeps me out.
Joy is the feeling of walking on tiptoe, being carried by angels, and doves fluttering in your chest.
Joy is love, all kinds.
Joy is a puppy’s wagging tail.
Joy is chicken and dumplings.
Joy is a big, beautiful, old tree.
Joy is a woodpecker.
Joy is a hydrangea bloom, dinner plate dahlias, and tulips.
Joy is not having to get out of bed on a cold winter morning.
Joy is chocolate, any kind.
Joy is thunder, loud and raucous.
Joy is a trumpet.
Joy is a comfortable pair of blue jeans.
Joy is a hug.
Joy is an unexpected gift that you love.
Joy is kindness you didn’t ask for.
Joy is a cool breeze on my skin.
Joy is smiling when there’s no one around.
Joy is a good song on the radio.
Joy is the voice of a loved one in the other room.
Joy is life, all kinds.
Joy is that there is such a thing.

Blogger Anniversary

Here's to two years!

You know, you guys at Blogger could've at least sent a bundt cake. (Or a picture of one.)

The Descent

Finally. A decent horror movie. Normally I don't write movie reviews, although sometimes I wonder why I don't since I like movies, particularly horror movies and I could write just as good a review as anyone else.
I caught The Descent on Sunday afternoon after having read some reviews stating that it was good. Now that sounds like I need reviews to tell me what to like. That assumption would be incorrect. I need reviews to tell me what not to waste my money on. And this was a safe gamble. With an almost all-female cast of women who can actually act, save the first scene or two, this was akin to The Thing with its all-male ensemble. And while I'm on The Thing, I'll mention that even the music reminded me of The Thing. A nod to John Carpenter maybe? At any rate, it's a good flick and uses some surprisingly simple tricks to gather some screams. The monsters reminded me of the vamps in Blade 2 but they still creeped me out. And that's hard to do. The only complaint I have is every now and then the accents of one or two actors got in the way of understanding their dialogue, but all in all, not a biggie. Four stars.

Back From the Dead

bumblebee symbol of the Schworak Indians. meaning: Honesty & Pure Thinking - Willingness & Drive

it's mid july and i'm on fire. no, not with the heat of desire, though that's never far from my mind, but on fire from yet another insufferable Texas summer.

yes, george, global warming is a crock of shit.

despite the fact that spring has passed, i am busy like a little bee. okay, so maybe i'm not cute and fuzzy or black and yellow or able to fly, but i AM buzz-buzz-buzzin' through the flowers!

. . .okay, so i'm not technically doing that either. but i have been really creative these last few weeks and if you knew me, you'd know how good that is. i'm such a harpie, a gorgon and a beast when i can't produce. all those children shivering underneath their covers can breathe a collective sigh because i've no time for nightmares these days. i'm making my own! (insert evil high-pitched maniacal laugh here)

i told one of the guys on the forum (the Erotic Writer's Forum, that is) that i was in short story heaven. i've come up with the idea that if i can't devote the time needed to developing a novel-length project that i'll just work on shorter things and satisfy both my current caregiver duties AND my creative ones. it's all good, as they say.

Pugger Day

happy birthday to my 10 year old pug, bosko.

took him to petsmart and bought him some goodies.

happiness is a full pug.