Cece tagged me ... yes moi

1. First name? Denise – I am too lazy to use a pseudonym
2. Were you named after anyone? Nope
3. Do you wish on stars? Often
4. When did you cry last? This morning
5. Do you like your handwriting? Never really thought much of it.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Is this a trick question
7. What is your birth date? April 30 – Taurus the bull: stubborn, strong and have horns to stick you with if I need it!
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? Nelson – the hubby still teases about that one
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? I, um, sure, maybe
10. Do you have a journal? I like Cece’s answer (ditto): What do you think this is? Chopped Liver?
11. Do you use sarcasm a lot? And again I am forced to copy Cece: See above
13. Would you bungee jump? No way no how
14. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? There’s that lazy thing again.
15. Do you think that you are strong? Sure – 4 boys will do that to ya
16. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Cherry Garcia
17. Shoe Size? 7 - 7 1/2
18. Red or pink? Never been much for pink
19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? Does the hubby count – kidding kidding – probably the leftovers from having said 4 kids
20. Who do you miss most? Hmm…
21. Do you want everyone you send this to, to answer? Uh yeah
22. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Blue jeans – sorry bare footed
23. What are you listening to right now? Scooby Doo
24. Last thing you ate? Chocolate chip poptart
25. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Periwinkle (my fave color as a kiddo)
26. What is the weather like right now? Cloudy getting cloudier, now raining like hell
27. Last person you talked to on the phone? The hubby
28. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Hands – I’m a hands person – no biting nails – ew!
29. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yeppa – my CC partner in crime - woohoo
30. Favorite Drink? Coca-cola – addicted
31. Favorite sport? Hockey
32. Hair Color? This month – strawberry blond with blond highlights
33. Eye color? Blue, greenish, grayish
34. Do you wear contacts? Only one, for my right eye – warped cornea you know
35. Favorite Food? yes
36. Last movie you watched? Batman Begins
37. Favorite day of the year? Mother’s day – I am a sucker for making my kids remember – they owe me!
38. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? yes
39. Summer or Fall? Fall.
40. Hugs OR Kisses? Hugs
41. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? Any I didn’t have to make
42. Who Is Most Likely To Respond? Sandy
43. Who Is Least Likely To Respond? Caroline – only ‘cause she’s new to blogging
44. What Books Are You Reading? Nothing currently – gearing up for nanowrimo
45. What’s on your mouse pad? I have a wireless, laser thingie mouse
46. What Did You Watch Last Night? Fell asleep during Crossing Jordan
48. Favorite Sounds? Snoring children – means they are not gonna bother me for at least ten minutes!
47. Favorite Smell? Clean clothes
50. Favorite animal. My doggies
51. What’s the farthest you’ve been from home? Cancun (between devastating hurricanes) Although it is only 1011 miles from home and I was born in Alaska which is 4109 miles from here so technically I was farthest from home at home - does that make sense?
52. Do you have a special talent? Yeah, for sticking my foot in my mouth!

I’m tagging Sandy and Caroline

(Sorry to all my Canadian friends for my literary license)

Last night Cece and I saw Chris Cagle again! Man is he HOT. And I'm not just talking about the fever he was running. The man can put on one hell of a show even when he has a cold - that's a true performer. I do have to wonder how he is feeling this morning as he was liberally going back and forth between beer (that the audience was more than happy to supply) and Cloreseptic spray - EW!

He did get through the show with that though. But that has to be one massive hangover!

He played several of the songs off his new album and old faves from his first two. It is such a great experience when the entire crowd knows all the worlds to a performer's songs and drown him out from time to time.

Can't wait to see him again! WOOHOO!!

Had to add on - in whiner mode... I have the worst headache. It is a smoke filled club, loud rockin' Country music, women screaming their friggin heads off (yeah, I was one of them, too), kids woke me at six after getting home at one-thirty, too young to feel this damn old (thanks Garth) mind hangover. But I loved every minute of it - especially when we (Cece really but I know she has to be right) heard a slight to the nasty ex in one of the songs - I love controversy - and it shall make an interesitng subtext in my book inspired by that song and oh yeah, that man!

s'all I'm saying...

November is national novel writing month and I (along with several of the Rosebuds) have signed up for a "Write a novel in a month" club, group whatever you wanna call it. You have to start from fresh - and entirely new book, so to make sure I don't cheat, I haven't written a single thing since I signed up. (But to be totally honest it has been a tad bit longer than that :-) but shh, don't tell.)

I don't know what it is lately that makes me not write. Could it be the four kids with school activities out the ying-yang or the sports that has thankfully ended for a short time? Could it be the hubby has been out of town more than home over the last two weeks so daddy duty was included with mommy duty along with all four of those spawn from he.., er, ah I mean precious dolls got sick and three remain slightly but thankfully-able-to-go-to-school ill? (Yeah, I am a whiner, is this news to any who know me?!?!?!) Or maybe the many crafts that have my by the knitting needles? I think maybe it is plain laziness. I could write instead of that new scarf. I could write instead of reading another terrible book that I endure for some unknown reason (martyr, glutton or plain ol' masochist?). I could write instead of vacuuming - oh but wait - the vacuum is broken (sorry Sandy, I know that hurts to hear) so I am not not writing for that great pleasure.

I will say it is quite distracting when every ten - fifteen minutes heir to the throne the sequel plus two yells, "Mom, tum here," over and over and over until I do. Or "Mom, I wanna play nit junor." Which with his speech impediment translates to Nick Jr, a dot come that corresponds with the child's favorite TV channel. So with him on said 'puter I am only left with the archaic option of pen and paper - again don't do it - LAZY!

But wait til Monday when the challenge begins - I'll be typing like a mad woman! (One can dream, right!)


10/31/05 8:51 am : Er, ah- I should have said Tuesday - don't want to get too ahead of myself!
Thanks for pointing that out Bonnie!

I think I have creative A.D.D.

I cannot seem to stick with one creative medium. I just finished knitting 3 scarves, started working on a new quilt - which is for Autumn so I have to finish it soon or it won't be of any use (it has scarecrows, pumpkins and whatnot so it is too seasonal to use in December and January - although this is Texas and you can have 80 -90 degrees on Christmas day). I made a small wall-hanging, like a quilt, for Halloween and it is hanging up for the kiddos to enjoy. Last weekend, I made a necklace 'cause I didn't own one in the length I wanted so instead of trying to find one I bought the parts and did it myself (it only cost $5.00 and I have enough stuff to make one more - woohoo!) Then today, I joined a book in a month club as November is national write a book month. SHEESH!

See creative A.D.D.

I am pretty sure that I am leaving something out (does imaginative math in your checkbook count as creative - hmm, bet the hubby doesn't think so.)

I think I need a 12-step program for crafters.

This weekend was my romance writers chapter's annual retreat. We get away from familial stress, talk, plot books and have a girl's weekend. (And we were so fortunate to have stayed at the wonderful Sharon's lake house in Granbury.) Nothing out of the ordinary there.

Saturday day we (eight of the Rosebuds - that's what we call ourselves - and we LIKE it!) plotted a couple of books, had several chatting sessions and that night we went to a great Italian restaurant, one we have frequented before. Still, nothing out of the ordinary.

Well ... I get stuck at the end of the table somewhat alone (no offense Ashley - don't mean it that way) - the chair across from me empty, the chair next to me empty as well as the other two chairs next to them. Behind my side of the table is an open area that has many tables with people louder than us - can that be possible? Needless to say, yet I am saying it anyway, I couldn't hear any of the table's conversation. So I pouted. I went out side and called the hubby. I played games on my phone. I used the wine list to come up with character names (got two I think I will use). But still sat like a bump on a long.

Now the not so ordinary part ... A couple that was at another table on the other side of our little room leave after their meal - then the hubby comes back and to me says, "thanks for not being such a gossip." Caught off guard I say "Sure" and he leaves. Then the entire table erupts in laughter. First of all, if my hearing was correct, all they talked about was celebrity gossip so either the man isn't up on his Entertainment Tonight or he is just jerky. Second, because anyone who knows me knows I'd probably have been the loudest in the bunch had I been in the middle of it. Weird - but alone not wholly odd.

Wait ... there's more. Our waiter, hot, youngish - maybe early to mid-twenties - has suddenly fixated on me. Every time he comes in "I" get eye contact. "I" am asked first what I would like. He smiles at me :-) - which was far from any hardship I must say (did I mention the accent - he has an Italian accent - you could melt right there from the accent, I mean come one who could resist that?!?!). And apparently he smelled super but he was always on the other side of the table - so I shall take their word for it. I express my observation to Ash, tell her how intense the waiter's gaze is and low and behold who should be standing there. Yep, Mr. Hottie himself. Too embarrassing, especially when he smiled away.

From that point on, I had Ashley to help me watch, to check and see if it is my imagination. There is nothing worse than a 30ish (like I'm gonna tell my age - come on), writing (so I already have an over-active imagination), housewife mother of four (let's not go there - four kids - do you know what that can do to a body?!?!) to assume that some young hunk is making eyes at her. But much to my chagrin and oodles of delight, he is singling me out. I can't help wonder if he felt sorry for me sitting there all by my lonesome, but for once I'm gonna assume he thought I was cute. :-) Just what a girl needs to feel twenty-nine again!

I couldn't have had a better time if the stripper had actually shown up!

The kiddos are out of school this week ... yep the entire week.

They are running timed races through the house.

I AM TRYING TO WRITE!

I could ignore it some when the yelling didn't seem to stop them, but then for some inexplicable reason, I became the "base" and had to re-write every other word as I was tagged. Finally, they wore themsleves out - but I fear not for long - ARGH!

Just wait and see who gets dessert tonight.......