Damn Women

That's right, I changed my mind. Again. Pink was getting to me. How's this for a new blog, eh? I have seen purple sky in Hawaii, btw, though maybe it wasn't the WHOLE sky. Not sure how long I'll be happy this time, but we'll see. I have also enabled the comments section so people who aren't members of Blogger can post too. Miss P tried to tell me she couldn't post because she wasn't a member, but I didn't understand what she was telling me. Took me, oh, three weeks or so to figure that out? Duh. Blond moment.

Summer Ride

I can dig it,I suppose! I do like speed, and I do like the beach. But I also have long, convertible-unfriendly hair. Guess I can braid it, or do the Gracy Kelly scarf thing. 🙂

Your Summer Ride is a Mustang Convertible

You're out to experience the very best of summer.
From the best beaches to the best tan, you want it all!

Breast Substitution

For 80 cents, you can substitute breasts for other body parts at Popeye's Fried Chicken. I'm not knocking the policy, honest, but I just love a fast food menu that uses the words “Breast Substitution” on it. What else could they call it? Hell if I know, but I know it tickled my funny bone.

Wow, I haven't posted since Thursday. I've been sick, mostly. Saturday, however, I dragged myself out of bed and dragged my hubby along with me and went to the Aloha Chapter meeting. Denby Fawcett was WORTH the trouble. What a nice, classy lady! I bought a copy of her book, War Torn, and she signed it for me. After hearing my name once, during the introductions, she remembered it. In fact, she remembered everyone's name. I guess that's a function of being a reporter for so many years, but she didn't just remember names, she remembered statements. And she wrote about something I had said in her dedication to me. I was honored. Here was a woman who went off to Vietnam at the ripe old age of 23, and who reported from some of the worst of the fighting with the Marines up on the front lines. I will never forget something she said either. She said that, to her, Vietnam was less dangerous than Iraq. She went to the front lines in Vietnam, but she wouldn't go to Iraq today. Too scary, she said. Wow, what's that tell you? She also had a funny story about appearing on the Today show and being in makeup with a fat man she didn't recognize. After he left, she asked the makeup artist who he was. “The fat guy? Oh, that's William Shatner.” LOL!

Aloha nui loa.

BAC Attack

BAC = big ass centipede. Okay, so it wasn't that big, but I still don't like finding one in my hallway in the morning, nor do I like picking it up with tongs and hauling it to the toilet only to wind up dropping it and having to scramble to pick it up again before it can get away. Eeeeek! This sort of crisis demands a man. The man was inconveniently at work, however, and I was alone with the ghastly creature. By Hawaii standards, it was little. Probably two inches long max. Fortunately, the three times a 5+ incher has been inside, hubby has been available. Best story of all is my friend who found the 14 inch centipede in her guest bathroom. She threw the centipede AND the tongs into the drain in front of her house. I'm glad it wasn't me battling that monster.

I'm still battling the cold. I'm not happy about it either. I have an article due in a few hours and I can't pull it together. It's written, but I'm not happy with it. Hubby will have to preview for me. More later…..

The Sniffly-Sneezy-Coughy-Achy-Tastes-So-Bad-I-Wanna-Puke Medicine

Hubby forced me to take NyQuil two nights in a row. I hate that stuff. Yuck! I wrote a nice entry yesterday, complete with the Reno dustup news, but lost it when the new router he recently installed decided to go offline while uploading. Pissed off I was. So, I no longer have the energy to write it all again, but if you want to know about it and maybe you've been in a cave somewhere, check out Alison Kent's blog and the links therein. She's got it all there. Read the last several posts and the comments and follow the links. If you haven't heard it all before, it's an amazing story of ineptitude, buck passing, and who the heck knows what really happened to create such a conflagration. Suffice it to say that I would not want the Queen of Romance, aka Nora Roberts, ticked off at me.

I have had a miserable week so far. This cold is kicking my butt. I am missing critique tonight, which is probably just as well. Saturday is the Aloha Chapter meeting. Our guest speaker is a local news reporter, Denby Fawcett, who is also one of the authors of War Torn: Stories of War by the Women Who Reported the Vietnam War. I'm gonna have to dig out my copy of Karnow's Vietnam and refresh myself. I read that book for a graduate level history class, and boy am I glad I did. Best overview of the Vietnam War, what caused it and why we lost, etc. Extremely interesting parallels between what went on there and what's going on in Iraq today.

Not much else to report. Read Gayle Wilson's Take No Prisoners in one sitting and enjoyed it very much. I'm glad she's the next RWA prez. She writes like a sensible, no nonsense kind of lady. Yes, you can tell that much about a writer by reading her books. Picked up Jamie Sobrato's latest Blaze, Sexy All Over simply because the opening hooked me: “When Naomi Taylor found her boyfriend sitting naked at her computer in the middle of the night, she first thought he'd gotten lost on his way to the bathroom.” Now HOW can you put that down? I couldn't.