Romantic Heroes

I enjoyed the Oscars last night, the more intimate setting, and especially the way they used prior winners to introduce the nominees. The best actress and supporting actress segment was especially touching with Sophia Loren, Shirley MacLaine, and Nicole Kidman having intimate conversations with the nominees while we watched.

But my favorite part was the new host, Hugh Jackman, his singing, sense of humor, his interview with Barbara Walters and the lap dance. Oooh baby!









The man is hunk city, a sweet guy with a great sense of humor, a fabulous body, and a devoted husband and father. Just what a romantic hero should be. And they say romance isn't based on real life.


Here's an older picture of him I like.




On another note, I was glad to see Heath Ledger get the Oscar for best supporting actor.

Suzanne's Clover

I regularly visit Suzanne McMinn's blog, Chickens in the Road, and today's blog, Clover Takes a Trip had me rolling with laughter. The animals of West Virginia have so much personality. And I never knew goats liked home-made cookies so much!

Before she meets her intended, Clover has to suffer the affections of Admiral, a Great Pyrenees, and the family she left not long ago. And do without Momma Suzanne's treats.

Sleeping Sound

Can you guess what these things are?



They look a little like some kind of archeological find, pieces off an old pitcher maybe. They are customized ear plugs.)I never knew my ears were quite so irregular.)

Last week, I was in Walmart in a city nearby looking for a digital scale for CFM. Just his luck, I found one on the clearance aisle along with this little box of customizable ear plugs. I've been having trouble sleeping at night because of his snoring.

He snores, I shake the bed, he quits, I almost get back to sleep, he snores, I shake the bed... well, you get the picture. So I thought these might help, but I didn't realize what I had til I got the box open.

Inside were two little containers of putty, white and natural. The instructions said to mix half of each compound until there were no streaks. Then you roll it into a ball and begin to press it into your ear pulling the edges and continuing to press into the center. Then you flatten the outside and let it cure in your ear for 15 minutes before removing. After three or four hours you have a custom set of ear plugs. And boy, do they work!







I plan to hit the clearance section again to get a back up set.

Not such an ordinary life

Chickens in the Road blog

Ever visited a site or blog that just made you feel good. That's the reaction I had to Suzanne McMinn's blog, Chickens in the Road. If you've never visited her blog the sampler is a good place to start.

Suzanne writes for Harlequin - Silhouette Romantic Suspense. But I'd have never guessed that from her blog. She has a wonderful sense of humor and a great eye for photography (as well as Shakespeare speaking goats). The photography alone is worth seeing.

I think she's got this longing to be paparazzi. She practically stalked Nora at the RWA conference, but it's okay cause they're like THIS close and it was for a good cause (the nozy writers who read her blog wanted a glimpse of a writing goddess and Suzanne was in the neighborhood.)

I love it when she puts recipes on the blog with pictures!! Like the Pepperoni rolls. Nummy, they look good.

Today she celebrates the light at the end of the snow tunnel with Chocolate Mint Snow-top cookies.

If you'd like insight into her personality disorder read her hilarious blog Ornery Angel.

Little Demon Update

Dustyyyyy! No! Quit that! I said quit! No! Bad puppy. Settle down, baby. You want a treat? Calm and sweet, baby. Calm and sweet.

Want a treat? If you're a good boy, Momma will give you a treat.





The little fart is so smart he's already figured out that he's gotta be a bad boy first to be enticed to be good. A double edged sword.

Baad Weather again

I know - it's that time of year but it seems to be happening early in 2009. Although, scratching my head, I remember when I first moved to Mississippi from D.C. in 1973, the tornados were walking the interstate in February. One of the worst years ever. I used to sit up at night in the dark and look out the window thinking, Is that a train? or is that tornado?

Of course, today I'm having the same old internet weather rant. It totally messes with my satellite.

Is Spring here?

Okay, I love cold weather but I'm sick of the dreary look of everything. The dead looking trees, mud instead of grass, wet cold.


I'm read for Spring. So Sunday we dragged the plants outside and I planned on sitting out by the bayou and writing. I get my best writing done on the lounge chair overlooking the water, listening to the birds and squirrels, watching the alligators float by.


This year they better be careful coming too close cause my little Dusty will be playing around outside and I wouldn't want him to hurt one of them
















Here's a picture of my biggest aloe plant. That thing has grown to overwhelming proportions so many times I've split it and given it away to everybody but here it is again - Huge! And it blooms! Everyone I've talked to says they've never seen one bloom. It puts out this 6 ft tall stem with littel peach and orange colored bells at the end.

Want a piece? Come and get it.

You'll notice Tiger is on the outside of the window and Dusty behind the glass. No more romps on the refuge for him.