Monday, March 30, 2009

I Know Something and It Ain't Nice

This past weekend we went to see Nicholas Cage in his new movie, Knowing.

**SPOILER ALERT OF SORTS**

I love Nicholas and have even seen him in Peter Luger’s Steakhouse in Brooklyn a few years ago. He was much cuter in person and had better hair back then, btw. On my way into the bathroom I almost slammed into a wall because I was staring so much. Once I actually made it into the bathroom and in front of the mirror, I spied a nice piece of spinach between my teeth. Oh, how lovely I must’ve looked to him as I grinned like a cat eating firecrackers.

ANYWAY, I Know one thing about Nicky’s new movie and I’m sorry to say this but, I should’ve stayed home. This movie made me feel so low, I wanted to drag my head along the ground on the way out of the theater and all the way to the car. Come to think of it, I don't think any of the actors smiled at anytime. Yikes. Can you say, DEPRESSING?

Friday, March 27, 2009

Please Don't Poke My Face

Okay, Lady Gaga. I don't mean to insult you but, could you please keep your Poker Face song out of my head? I know it's catchy and all, but really, it's a bit annoying. Thanks for understanding.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I Like to Move It, Move It ...

I confess, I like the smell of Home Depot. It means progress.
Build it, fix it or improve it.
I have to move, move, move.
Standing still makes me itch.
I’m thinking of getting, “Where There is a Will, There is a Way” tattooed on my forehead.
For better or worse, I’m filled with Will.
It’s just how I am.

That's a wrap, I mean a rap.

Just saw this on the Grammar Girl site. Well done, ladies! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tt-WIdmCVQ

Enjoy!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Do Like Your Mama Showed You

SAVING BABY DOE should be going out this week and, I’m so excited—WooWee—and I just can’t hide it cause, I know, I know, I know …


Oh, sorry. Sometimes I do that.

As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by song, I’m excited. One of my babies is striking out on her own. I hope she’s treated well. I hope she minds her manners and most of all, I hope she knocks the lint clean out of somebody’s socks just like her mama taught her!

Monday, March 23, 2009

No Can Do

Most times when I start a story, I have no idea what it will be about. It just takes shape on its own—which can be a scary thing especially when you’re asked what you’re writing at the moment. It’s hard to look someone in the eye, shrug your shoulders and say, “You got me!” or, “Sheesh, how should I know?”

Recently, I tried to work with sort of an outline and even though it was a real jello-y type of an outline, it stopped me dead in my tracks. I rubbed my forehead so much, the smoke detectors went off. Okay, not really, but they were thinking about it.

I guess I’m just a go-with-the-flow kind of person all around. I don’t know what I’m cooking for the week until I’m walking down the grocery store aisles. That explains why I’m always talking to myself while I’m there. But hey, at least I don’t leave my cart in the middle of the aisle while I go roaming around. That's got to count for something, right? And then there's having to get dressed up for a party or a fancy dinner. Don't know what I'm wearing until the very last minute. Works for me but, for my husband? Notttt so much.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Brainstorming

I love to brainstorm. When I get to a certain point in my writing, I tie my husband to a chair, errrr, I mean, I ask him so very sweetly to please sit so that I can read to him.

*Ahem*

Every writer should do this. I mean brainstorming, not tying your spouse up, silly.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Tardy Birds and Spring

Did you smell it in the air today?
Hear it?
See it?
Feel it?

Spring!

Every year around this time, I hear a bird that sounds like it is saying, “come here, come here.” I have no idea what kind of bird it is nor have I ever seen it. Still, I’d go home and happily announce that the Come Here birds have arrived. I knew it meant spring was very, very close.

Tonight, I realized I have not heard my happy birds. All of the other signs are here though ... come on birds, you’re late!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Yummy Old Boots and St. Patrick's Day

I married into an Italian family and let me tell you, my mother in law can cook an old boot and it’ll be so tasty, you’ll ask for seconds and maybe thirds.

Since my mother in law was busy today, she cooked St. Patrick’s Day dinner yesterday. And as usual, it was delicious.

My eyes may have been Irish for just one day but, you can believe they sure were smiling.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Paging Jack Bauer

I refuse to watch 24 any more. It started to drive me out of my mind. One thing after another exhausted my brain. I need closure and Jack Bauer refused to give it to me. Would it have killed him to like, smile and maybe go on a date or to a party? Noooo, he just gets involved with some other kind of craziness.

And speaking of craziness, I hope the real FBI has a much better grip on things than they do on the show. I’m just saying.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Sleep and String Cheese

This week felt like it was one day too long. You know that ahhh feeling you get when you wake up in the middle of the night thinking it's time to get up only to look at the clock and realize you have like four more hours of sleep coming your way? Well, I had that feeling yesterday only it was the exact opposite. I kept thinking it was Friday, but then it'd hit me like a cold slap from a stick of string cheese, nope, one more day. The weird thing is, it just didn't happen once.

Sometimes, it's just like that.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Noodle and Wallpaper

Wanna see my boy?




This is Mr. Noodle. He's my puppy and a giant love hog. I can't get hugs and kisses from my family members unless he's involved.

He's very well behaved my Noodle is but, there was this one time ...

I was out walking him not too long after we brought him home. I came across this woman and her two kids. We started talking and she mentioned how she had a dog but recently gave him away. Apparently, he was nuts. She told me how he ripped-- RIPPED the wallpaper off the kitchen wall. "Goodness," I said in horror. "That's unbelievable!" Inside I was thinking, what an animal! My puppy Noodle would never do a thing like that. What a little freak her dog must've been. Humph.

Uhhhh ... guess what my sweet puppy Noodle was doing TWO days later?

Yeah, wallpaper must be mighty tasty 'cause he had a full five course meal that Noodle did.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I Dream of Jeannie and the Perfect Dress

I'm. Feeling. Beat. Down. People.
I took my fourteen year old DRESS shopping for Semi-Formal.
I wish I was I Dream of Jeannie.
I'd snap my fingers and smile as big as the sun.
The dress would be perfect.
No sour puss.
No huff or puff.
Just a dress.
The perfect one.

Sigh ...

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

My Nugget

I’m in love with the characters in CHASING ORDINARY. So far, they’re leading me around quite nicely. And, while I was driving today, the last scene popped into my nugget. Just like that, out of no where. Of course I didn’t come to any red lights so I grabbed a pen and wrote on my hand as best I could. First time that’s ever happened to me and I likey. A lot.

Monday, March 9, 2009

James McBride and Me

I'm taking a short break from reading children's books to read, SONG YET SUNG by James McBride. He and I grew up in the same housing project in Brooklyn only not at the same time.

I'm only on page forty something but man, I'm loving this book. I took it with me to read while I got a pedicure and one scene had my toes curling up! Now how can feet be worked on with toes looking like little nubs? Well, maybe they weren't all that curled up but I was on the edge of my seat. And that's the truth.

James McBride is a wonderful writer to say the least. I like to think there was something in the water, making its way out to us through those old pipes. I can only hope and pray my water was spiked with the same stuff his was.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

My Bag and Boilers

My husband is a Licensed Master Plumber. He can wire a giant boiler in his sleep with one hand tied behind his back and the use of only one finger from the other hand. He can go into a customer’s house, practically sniff the air and diagnose the problem.

There is one thing he can’t do though and to be fair, it has nothing to do with wires or pipes.

He can’t find anything in my bag.
It flusters him.
Turns his brain into mush.
Gives him bad dreams.

Makes him stutter even.

I think he’d rather throw the bag out the window and pretend it was stolen just so he won’t have to dig out my wallet.

What’s up with that?

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Suzanne Summer and My Cat

I’ve always wondered if Suzanne Summer’s Thigh Master thingy worked so I went out to look for one.

STOP LAUGHING. Just. Stop.

But, I couldn’t find one. Are we all thinking about bathing suit season at the same exact time?

I did see something similar to it though. I don’t remember what the name of it is because I threw out the packaging and since it was only ten dollars, there’s no name printed directly on it. It’s shaped like a wide V and you’re supposed to put it between your knees somewhere and push it closed using those pain in the butt, almost non-existent poor excuses for inner thigh muscles. I tried it once. It kept slipping and I was afraid it’d pop out at break neck speed and kill the cat. She kept looking at me all like, ‘I know you’re not trying to kill me right? ‘Cause I will slice you up when you’re sleeping. That’s right, you heard me. And besides, it’s a waste of time. The only way those things will ever tighten up is if you pin them from behind or hack them off.’

If you knew my cat, you’d know she meant business. She doesn’t play.

Into the garbage it goes.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Singing and Writing

Tonight, I’m voting for, Ju’not, Jorge and Lil. I loved how Jorge got so emotional and said when that happens to him, he can’t think in English. I also like the crispness of his voice. At least it’s crisp to me. I think Ju’not’s voice is smooth and I’d really like to see more of him. As for Lil, I think she’s just got it. I love those big voices.

In writing news, LOVING BABY DOE is now, FINDING BABY DOE. It’ll be going out into the world soon and I’m very excited and a bit nervous. Since I’ve done my best with it and it's out of my hands for now, I give myself permission to concentrate on my newest,
CHASING ORDINARY.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Daffodils and Soapy Carrots

Whew! My daughter made it home just as the snow storm was starting. So glad to have her home.

And, all that kissing I did in the post office a couple of weeks ago at the risk of looking like a wacko, paid off. My agent likes LOVING BABY DOE but, we need a new title. I thought coming up with something new would be a breeze … uh, yeah right. I was breeze-LESS big time. I could only come up with two and the same word was in both. Yikes.

So, there’s a ton of snow out there and it is suffocating the daffodils just starting to make their way into my world, I mean the world. I hope they’re okay.

Anyway, I did a big grocery shopping last week and we had everything we needed for dinner except a vegetable. I like fresh veggies but too bad, I wasn’t getting them today. Like I said, I’m snowed in. I did, however, have a bag of mixed frozen veggies in the freezer. Okay, we can do that I thought … until I put a carrot in my mouth! Tasted like soap. My mama told me it isn’t nice to spit things out at the table but, c’mon, she didn’t have an old soapy carrot in her mouth. Did I mention that I have no idea how long they were in the freezer? No? Well, let’s just say, I don’t remember buying them.