UPDATE: Corrected Kristen Painter's New Publisher. OOPS. Sorry. Fuzzy Brain!
Welcome to my bitchin' blog...That's right...it's all my bitching today.
Woke up this morning sneezing. Not JUST a SNEEZE. It was sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze. (Sidenote...now that I've written that "sneeze" so many times in a row, isn't it a funny looking word?) Finally, I gave up at 6:15 and got up. Still sneezing but now, it's runny eyes, stuffed head, and itchy nose. I can't breath. I'm tired of breathing through my mouth. In fact, I'm just tired of breathing in general (this morning...not like FOREVER!) Can my head just explode and get it over with? Sniff. Sneeze. Wipe eyes. Sniff.
Next bitch...shopping for clothes. I'll be the first to admit...I hate exercise. I love food. These two things together do not make for a healthy life style. Having said that, I'll also admit, I need to lose some weight. (The number of pounds don't matter). Mom took me shopping this week for clothes. In fact, she had $500 to spend. Did I spend $500 of my parents' money? No, I did not. Why? The clothes in my size were SO BAD. Why do clothes designers think that larger women want to wear: 1) jackets with HUGE bright flowers on them; 2) skirts that are made of polyester or that think chintzy material with satiny underskirt; 3) Shorts that are cut to be tight around the knees; 4) blouses that are cut so low that I could breast feed with a simple adjustment, etc. Why can't I find a simple denim skirt?
Last one - I am SO tired of hearing about Michael Jackson. His death was a surprise, sure. But give me a break. NBC's The Today's Show toured his empty Neverland Ranch with Matt Lauer walking through pointing out where things USED to be...here was a large painting of whatever...here was a sofa...The entertainment center was here..etc. Good lord. The ONLY interesting thing was the electronically coded secret room. Do not take the time to write me hate mail about Jackson. I don't care and you won't change my mind. He was talented, but he was also Wacko Jacko. I feel so sorry for his kids. I predict f*cked up for life.
That's all I have time for. Hubby wants to go to Walmart. I'll sit in the car and send him in. Sneezing my way down the aisles doesn't appeal to me.
One last thing...Not a bitch but a HUGE CONGRATULATIONS:
- to good friend Kristen Painter, who just inked a 3-book Urban Fantasy deal with Orbit Books. WOO-HOO.
- to wonder author Roxanne St. Claire for her new 3-book deal with Grand Central
- and to the one of the most deserving people - Leigh Duncan, who just signed her first book deal with Harlequin American Romance for her book, Romancing The Stone.
Until Next Time







