Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Out with the Old…

And in with the new, or so they say.  I, for one, stopped making resolutions years ago.  What’s the point? Sometimes you can stick to them, and often you can’t.  And I don’t know about you, but when I promise to do something and fail, it affects me horribly.  So, I stopped making resolutions and just started trying to be a better person.  I hope that I’ve succeeded so far.

However, while reading one of my daily e-mails from Yoga Journal, I was inspired to make one resolution for the coming new year, one I honestly think I can achieve.  And one I want to challenge each and every one of you to do as well.

(copied and pasted from My Yoga Journal – Out with the Old e-mail, dated 12/30/09)

Out with the Old

It's the same thing every year: This year, I'm going to be healthier, lose weight, get organized, and finally touch my foot to the back of my head. Yes, this year will be different—I can feel it!

Just as you might take a moment at the beginning of a yoga class to set an intention, it's wonderful to have healthy goals for the New Year. However, it's also important to remember that yogic wisdom tells us to strive for contentment. That means we should accept ourselves as we are—even with our flaws.

This week, practice acceptance of yourself and your situation. If you set an intention for the New Year, don't forget the positive aspects of your life. Finally, give gratitude for your many blessings.

Erica Rodefer

While I doubt I’ll EVER be able to touch my foot to the back of my head (no matter HOW short a distance it may be), I really do think that I can learn to be content with my life as it is.  After all, I have a great family, a good job, a wonderful and loving husband, two obnoxious girls that love me, and a home full of furry love.  Not to mention a ton of good books just waiting for me and a great group of online friends.  What more could a person want or need?  I’m spiritually sound and healthy.  I really do have it all.  When you look at things in that perspective, gratitude should flow. 

So, my goals for the new year are to be content and grateful for what I have and have lost over the course of my life.  Am I where I pictured I’d be at 35 and counting?  Not exactly.  But am I in a good place?  You’d better believe it. 

In love and light, and full of hope,

Amy, the Crazy Lady

Monday, December 28, 2009

Noelle, Nooooellleee…


Yeah, and when I sang?  She came to me.  *G*

So, we tallied the votes on all the fun names and Noelle was the winning name.  Despite the fact I thought Killer was perfect, even Zan vetoed me on that one.  Oh well, Noelle works.  It’s cute and it’s very holiday-ish.

Here’s Cali keeping an eye on her.  I guess the kitty is afraid she’s going to escape or something… not that that’d be a surprise or anything, Destiny (our last hamster) was a freaking little Houdini in training.


Playing under her water bottle.


Hiding in her maze…


…but deciding I wasn’t going to feed her to the cat(s) after all…


Hangin’ out on her wheel.


Playin’ hide and seek, trying to freak mommy out.


And lastly, some fun video of her hauling furry little feet on her wheel.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

December 23, 2009

Wherein my husband tries to break my Christmas present while mending my heart.

Not a lot of you know this, but back on September 21, 2009, my grandfather passed away.  I kept it to myself for several reasons, the biggest of which being that it completely devastated me.  This was then followed quickly by what would have been his 92nd birthday on November 7th.  All of this lead into a very sad and lonely time for me.

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(This picture was taken at my mother’s house in July of 2003)

If I’m remembering correctly, just before Thanksgiving, my mom had to have her dog put down.  Kia was getting pretty old, I do believe she was approaching 18 years old, and was getting cranky.  Mom had taken custody of my ex-brother-in-law’s American Bulldog puppy, Lexie, and the puppy had been driving poor Kia bonkers.  So, mom thought the kindest thing to do was to put Kia down.  I miss that dog.  A lot.  I’ll never forget the morning I came out of the bathroom at my mom’s house, bleary-eyed and wiped out from a late night at work, to find my mom standing outside the door with this tiny puppy in her hand. 

Maddie & Kia

(This is Mischief and Kia at my mom’s house in 2004.  Mischief would have been about 2)

So, needless to say, I’ve been very down these last couple months.  To make matters worse, Tuesday evening I was putting together goodie bags to take to my co-workers for Christmas.  While I was dividing up my cookies, checking to make sure there was enough of everything for my family baskets as well, I suddenly had a revelation.  I was counting cookies and saying, “Mom, Alan, Uncle Bubba, Mike, and…”


(Mischief scooping out cookies for Mama)

And that’s where the tears started.  I make baskets for my mom and stepdad, my brother and his wife, my uncle, my in-laws… and then always for my grandfather.  No matter how hard I tried, I still kept trying to save cookies for Grampie.  I know he’s puffing on a Dutch Masters right about now, smiling over that one little bit of information, but even so, it caused me to break down and just cry.

My poor husband had no idea what to do, so he did just the perfect thing.  He came and he held me.  :)  He really is just too good to me sometimes.

So, I come home from work last night, on Christmas Eve Eve if you will, and find him standing in the kitchen… with something brown and furry on his hand.


He bought me a hamster for Christmas!  Despite it being against his better judgment, he did just that.  And then, THEN the little brat LEAPED off his hand and onto the hard, cold, ceramic tile floor.

We were scared to death that she’d leapt to her death.  Zan bends down, scoops her up and puts her on the kitchen island, muttering over and over, “Please move, please move, please…”  He gives her a gentle poke in the side and she jumps up, takes off, and makes for the other side of the countertop.  OMG, is she quick!  It took two of us to corral and recapture this little fuzzball, but finally, she was safe.


While he was outside getting down the old cage, the bag slipped and fell, breaking the lid to the cage.  Just great.  So, after retrieving the children, we had to go on a hunt for a cage without any wire bars.  Why?  Because she’s a teeny litte Robo hamster and they’re notorious for SQUEEZING their teeny little bodies between the bars and going on escapades.  After a search, we did finally settle on a new cage and she seems happy and content.

Only one problem… we need a name. 


So, in the tradition of stealing good ideas from friends, today’s question is: What do you think we should name her?  (Thanks, Qwill).

Mischief suggested Lulu, Princess suggested Daisy, and I was thinking Lilah, but we’re still open for suggestions. 

Merry Christmas and may all your wishes for the new year come true.

~The Crazy Cat Lady who has just become the Crazy Hamster Lady

Monday, November 23, 2009

How Much is Too Much?

When you meet and converse with people online you have to take what they say to you with a grain of salt because we all know that not 100% of what they tell us is going to be true. Right?  There may be slight embellishments (like instead of winning $25 on their lottery scratch-off ticket they won $50) which is fine – we all do things like that now and then and really, no harm done, right? 

But when does the slight embellishment become too much?

When that $25 win becomes a $125 win?

When that new job as head sales clerk becomes manager of Radio Shack?

When that new boyfriend becomes a millionaire ready to whisk you off to parts unknown?

Where do you draw the line between embellishing to make yourself feel better and outright lying?

Because, as a writer, I’m all for a good story, even when I know your BS-ing me completely.  And trust me, I usually do know.  Now, I will admit to falling for some good ones, but normally, I can figure it out and separate truth from fiction. 

So, why do people push it?  Are they really that self-conscious?  Or are they just that self-centered that they don’t think anyone will dare to not believe what they say is true?  And while there are times I’ll read an e-mail and think, “Hmmm, are they giving me a load of crap again or did this actually happen?” too many times, I’m rolling my eyes and hitting the delete key without replying. 


Because your kid is not a musical prodigy.

Nor is he/she the hellspawn you say he/she is.

You are not so perfect that every last person around you, outside of your little intimate circle of friends, is worthless, useless or just plain stupid.

That woman you just met is not going to make you her personal cabana boy and treat you like her expensive little pet.

I’m sorry guys.  I know that these things do occasionally happen outside fiction novels, but I really seriously doubt that they’re happening to you.  Right now.  Just as you sit down to write/IM/e-mail me.  And if they are?  Just remember that I’m always taking notes, saving e-mails, and plotting my next novel… all at your expense.

Oh, and if you are one of those people that I mentioned?  I’m sorry.  I really don’t mean to hurt your feelings or pick on you.  I just had a talk with someone today who went way past the boundaries of believability (and trust me, my trust knows almost no bounds) and had to get it out.

However, if you are one of those people, you probably didn’t notice anyway.  You’re too busy pointing fingers (like everyone else) at another likely candidate.


~The Exasperated Crazy Lady

Thursday, November 19, 2009


Make my mouth happy.

And my tummy happy.

And my alter-ego happy when she’s writing.

Twizzlers are also my drug of choice.


I keep them at work for those days when I just want to quit.  Or for those times when I’m dragging and just cannot make a Starbucks run (no matter how close it may be to the office).  They get along just fine with my job files and my FedEx envelopes.


I also try and keep them within grasp at all times.  Oh, and before you comment on the state of my desk, just remember, it’s all the sugar’s fault.


However, this is the best part of the Twizzlers… the eating of them.

(Lilly?  Step awaaaaaaaaaaaaay from my desk drawer, k?)

~The Crazy Twizzler Lady

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Fun and Contests at Bitten By Books!

Hi everybody!

It is a HUGE week for us at BBB!

Today: Lynda Hilburn

Tomorrow with Author PC Cast!

Wednesday Erica Hayes

Thursday Charlaine Harris

RSVP's to follow later in the week!
10/22 - Bring Your Cover Model To Work Day - Carey Hope Interview/Contest
10/23 - Eva Gordon - Release Party


~Crazy Book Lady

Monday, September 21, 2009

What do Sexy Cover Models, Prizes, Personal Stories, Demon Hunting Soccer Moms and Psychic Teens have in Common?

Hi everybody!

They have Bitten by Books and this week in common of course! We have some Killer (pun maybe intended) events going on this week that you will want to get in on starting today!

Be sure to stop by today through tomorrow and meet Young Adult paranormal fiction author Marlene Perez here:

She will be chatting and answer all of your questions as well as giving away copies of her book and an Amazon gift card!

Remember to RSVP for all the other amazing events we have going on this week too!
9/22 - Author Julie Kenner
- Author C. June Wolf
- Bring your cover model to work day - Julian Fantechi

It is going to be one HOT week at BBB!

See you all there. ;)

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Well, That Was Fun…


So, last night we send the kids upstairs to put on their jammies when Mischief comes running downstairs, crying.  “There’s a funny nooooooise!”  I sigh, but get up and go check it out.  Seems the air conditioning vent is making an odd noise.  I come back downstairs and alert Zan, not that there’s much he can do, but yanno.

He goes up and looks at it, and sees that one of the filters is being sucked up into the vent, so he pulls it down and settles it back into place.  Just when he thinks it’s fixed, the whole thing quits.

Yeah, and on one of the hottest days of the year, no less. 

The only GOOD news was that the outside unit (the expensive part) was still running.  I have never been so thankful for ANYTHING in my life than to hear that.  However, we spent a night without air.  When I went to bed at nine o’clock last night, it was still 109 degrees.  Fun. 

Amazingly enough, I slept better last night than I have in weeks.  Go figure.

Happily, Zan works for an electrical engineer who in turn does a lot of work with a particular HVAC company.  So, we got in touch with the kind gentleman and he sent someone over around noon.

Now, the only thing saving us from keeling over today has been the cloud cover.  It is currently 88 outside and just past 3:30 PM.  So, that’s outrageously cool for Vegas in August.  And I am thankful.   Oh yeah, and that breeze?  Heaven.

Back to my story…

After about two hours, we were rewarded with a new motor for our blower, some cool air and a bill for $475.  LOL  All in all, that’s very cheap and our inside source said that it would have normally run about $700.  So, you aren’t going to get any complaints out of me.  So, D and H?  I love you both.  Oh, and Mr. G, our tech, our cats thank you. :)

~The Crazy Lady 

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I’m a 14

…14… 14 and I like it.


My apologies to Alice Cooper, but I couldn’t help myself.

So, weekend before last I had to make an emergency shopping trip.  My jeans, they hath ripped out in thy crotch.  Which is always fun, just glad it didn’t happen at work this time.  As luck would have it, my sister calls and lets Zan know that Old Navy was having a killer 1-day sale on their school uniforms.  I mean, how can you pass up $5 polos and $9 khaki pants?  So, we went forth and bought.

Zan, knowing I was down to 2 pairs of jeans, insisted I get a pair while we were there.  Luckily, Old Navy jeans were on sale for $25, and while that’s more than I like to pay, it was a lot less than their normal $40.  He grabs me a pair in my size (plus an armful of tops) and sends me off to the dressing room.

I return a few moments later.

He’s concerned.

“What’s the matter,” he asks slowly, “don’t they fit?”

I shake my head and I see the concern on his face.  I’d been busting my butt, going to the gym, eating right, doing everything the way you should, so he was worried.  I stop him before he can say a word.


Because they don’t fit.

They’re too big.

And to make things all the sweeter?  Two of the shirts he picked out had to be returned to the rack.  Why?  Because they too were too big.

My jeans are now a size 14.  My shirts, they can be simply a large, no extra needed.

Me?  I’m ecstatic.  Am I still a heifer?  Yeah, pretty much so, but ya know what?  I’m a skinny moo now.

(You can thank Zanderyn for that one, he loves calling me a skinny cow thanks to the ice cream sandwiches of the same name)



Monday, July 13, 2009

Walkin’ to Jerusalem…

Late last week, I was reading my e-mail and came across an interesting item in someone’s signature line…

They had the standard weight loss stuff – start, goal and current weights – but then total miles walked.  Okay, good for them.  And then I saw the most interesting thing… below the miles walked was ‘miles to San Francisco’ and ‘miles left to SF’.  I thought that was a rather cool idea, and a great goal motivator.  So, I thought it’d be interesting to see how long it takes me to walk to all my friends…

My BFF in Tempe, AZ = 353 miles

Alana in a suburb of Houston, TX = 1415 miles

Deena in VA = 2226 miles

Julie in NJ = 2526 miles

Misty in NY (used NYC as my destination since I have no CLUE where she is) = 2539

And since I’ve had a particular Tracy Byrd song stuck in my head since last Friday, if I’m ‘walkin’ to Jerusalem’, it’ll be = 7376 miles to Bethlehem. :)

So, after this morning, I’m 1.53 miles in.  I ought to arrive in Tempe in 71 weeks. LMAO.

~The Crazy Walking Lady

Friday, June 26, 2009

Why I Love Plumbers

We are a plumbing subcontractor which means our primary focus is on new construction.  The only repair/service work we do is for the contractors who hired us to do the job in the first place.

When something comes up, if it’s under warranty, it’s free.  If not, then they get charged.  So, in order to bill these people, we use a service ticket where our plumber fills out the date, the job, the contractor/owner, the man hours, and the material he used.  Also, they give me a brief description of what was done and why.

So, I get in this morning and find a service ticket sitting on my desk to be billed.  No biggie.  I pick it up and begin to read.


Bill to: Sprinkler Moron’s (yeah, bad grammar but OMG!)

Description: Repaired pipes run over by sprinkler moron on lift.

LMAO.  I’m guessing that the sprinkler contractor wasn’t paying total attention…

(Lilly?  Wanna place a bet on which foreman this was?)

~The Crazy Plumber Lady

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Fun with Spam

No, and not the stuff in a can.

Spam sucks, we all get it, right?  Well, have you ever gotten one that just made you LOL - even if it was against your will?  I've had a few.

Up until today, my favorite had been:  Congrats!  Your new p*nis has arrived!  I had to re-read that subject line twice before I deleted it.  I was like - WHAT?  I don't remember ordering one...  And I wonder if its the right size?

But seriously, I scan the subject lines and/or 'From' lines before clearing out my Spam folder in Gmail.  Why?  Because Gmail is really good about catching the spam, however, its also really good about sending people in my address book into spam.  So, I always check, just to be sure.

So, this morning I got a message that said, Bad news from the White House!  Um, okay.  I had no idea the president even had my e-mail.  And seriously?  Mr. Obama, as much as I appreciate it, I highly doubt I'm going to be of any help.


Gotta love the spammers, right?

~The Crazy Spam Lady

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Confessions and a Question


Okay, so I confess:

I'm highly emotional.

I take things entirely too much to heart.

I trust too much, I love too hard, and I give too freely.

These things all set me up for heartache.  I know this because I'm constantly dealing with it.  Like now.

Right now, I feel as if I've been betrayed by one of my online friends for various reasons.  I know that none of this should bother me in the least, but it does.  I have no real friends.  Well, I do have one but she's so far away...  Not her fault though.

So, I rely on those 'friends' living inside my computer.  The ones that are easiest to reach.  The ones that promise to always be there for you.

The ones that lie.  The ones that use.  The ones that say they'll always be by your side, but turn away the minute that you really truly need them (and usually not long after you've just helped them with some issue or other). 

You know the ones I mean.  And truly, I've not had any REAL drama, just some annoying things that shouldn't be such a huge deal but are simply because I care so goddamn much.

Thus my problem.

So, I suppose I ought to start at the beginning.  For as long as I can remember, I've loved to write.  And even more than that, I've loved to share my writing.  So, naturally, when a group of my online friends discovered that I don't suck, they asked me to share, and I did.

Now, I've never sought to be published. I've always been terrified that my love, my passion, my release would become something horrible and awful - that it'd become work.  And nothing sucks more than when your pleasure, your pastime becomes your job.

So, because a bunch of loud-mouthed, but well-meaning people wouldn't get off my ass, I submitted to a contest and didn't place.  No biggie.  But then, without telling anyone, I submitted a different story to a new e-publisher just for kicks.  That way, if I flopped, no one would know.  So I took that chance.

And was accepted.

Everyone was seemingly happy for me and all was well for awhile there.  But then, my friends started to change on me.  One person who used to be one of my biggest supporters came out and told me she was 'bored' with two of my favorite characters.  As if I have any control over what inspires me on any given day.  This hurt me more than I could say.  And I didn't have the heart to tell her that it had hurt so much.  I didn't honestly think that she meant it to, just that she was expressing her opinion - something she had every right to do. 

But then, the doubt set in.  What if those two particular characters were in a rut?  What then?   The more I thought about it, the less I wrote.  And I have to say that, since getting my very first contract in February, I haven't finished a thing.  Not one short story. 

I began to wonder if maybe it was me she was bored with, and not my creations.

Not all that long ago, this very same friend asked me how sales were going on my published short.  I was honest - told her I had sold 9 in March, the month it was first released (THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH) but nothing in April or May.  Which, in the greater scheme of things, isn't such a big deal.  I mean, new publisher, new authors, and it's only been a couple months.  So, I'm not worried.  I still have the day job, God help me...

Her response to all this? 

"Well, maybe you'd have more sales if you hadn't let us all read it for free."

Huh?  What is that supposed to mean?  That our friendship isn't worth the $3.49 they're selling the story for?  I mean, I never expected ANYONE to buy it out of loyalty.  Nor would I EVER, EVER ask anyone to buy it if they didn't want to or couldn't afford to.  But is that really the reason? 

I've been lucky enough to read a couple ARCs that I've won from authors.  I've also been blessed enough to beta read a couple stories that later on got published.  I also went out and paid for 'real' copies of those stories as well, because I love and support my authors.

When I told her that I didn't think that the stories having been read was the issue - that lack of promotion, small press etc. was, she said, "I don't think that's it at all."

So, my question is: Am I being arrogant?

No, sorry, that wasn't the question.  Although, yeah, I might be.  LOL  My real question is - does having read something as either a beta or an ARC make you not want to go out and pay for a copy?  I can see you not going out and buying a copy of every single ARC or beta that you were blessed with, but never ever buying something because you read it once in a raw state? 

But I don't know.  Maybe I'm overreacting.  Maybe I AM being selfish and arrogant.  Maybe... maybe self-doubt and hurt feelings are guiding my hand.  I really just don't know.  What I do know is, that I have this hole in my gut now from where her words burned into me. 

Please, please, please don't think I'm angry or put out because this one person didn't buy a copy of my one lousy story.  I mean, seriously, that $1.22 in royalties is NOT going to get me a summer house in the Hampton's.  The money has nothing to do with it.  I think what upsets me more than anything else is the promises gone unfulfilled.

"Okay, so you guys all know that I do NOT expect ANY of you to buy a copy, right?"

"Oh, but you know we will!  We have to have a copy!"

And then you tell me you didn't buy one because you already read it?  Why promise me something you never intend to go through with?  Its like saying you're going to pick me up at the airport and I'm standing there in the rain, waiting on a ride that's never going to show.  I'd rather have you say, "I'm so proud of you, I knew you could do it!" and just leave it at that then feed my ego with false promises and a bunch of bullshit.  I know all about times being tough and money being scarce.  I'd hate to think you spent your last three bucks buying my story out of loyalty than just waiting until you could manage.  And if you can't ever manage?  I don't care.  Your support is what matters, in any way you can give it.

Your lip service, that I can do without.

And for those of you that this has nothing to do with?  Thank you for listening.  I promise, I'm not a self-obsessed raving lunatic only interested in blatant self-promotion.  Ya notice, I didn't provide a link or even the name of my story.  ROFL

And on the off chance the person this is directed to stumbles across this?  I'm sorry for being so harsh, but you have no idea how you've hurt me.  The words affected me so much, that they've temporarily crippled my creative side.  I know it won't last, Mika's tougher than that and she'll bounce back, but for now, she's wandering around, wringing her hands, afraid to put pen to paper.

I will get past this, and getting it all out like this has helped.  Thank you for being my friend, for listening, for being my sounding board.  It means more than you can ever know. 

The Crazy Lady and her creative side, Mika

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Bitten by Books Contest with Anya Bast!

It is live and it’s here!

Go check it out – and in case you’re wondering… YES, you CAN win – I’ve won twice!! 

So, why are you still here?

~The Crazy Book Lady

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Friday to Friday Contest!

Jeaniene Frost is graciously hosting a wonderful series of contests over on her LiveJournal blog.  This week's contest is a chance to win an ARC of Vicki Pettersson's CITY OF SOULS, due out June 30th.  CITY OF SOULS is the fourth in Vicki's SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC series. 

You can find the contest here.

Now, go forth and enter, what do you have to lose?

(P. S. You get a bonus entry if you blog about it!)

~Your Free Book Source and More Crazy Lady

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Bubble Pizza (a recipe in pictures)

Bubble Pizza


(Cheese and pepperoni above, click on picture for an easier version to read)

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Crazy Lady's Note: I mix all the ingredients together in the pan and then top with cheese.   Ours are generally pepperoni and spicy sausage, but tasty with any of your favorite toppings.  You can also use two 8x8" baking dishes for two different kinds of pizza.  Easy Peasy.


Quick Cooking

A top-ranked food with teens, pizza can quickly quell a growling tummy! Jo Groth of Plainfield, Iowa says, "This recipe has a no-fuss crust made from refrigerated biscuits. For a jazzed-up version, add favorite toppings."




TIME: Prep: 15 min. Bake: 25 min.


  • 1-1/2 pounds ground beef
  • 1 can (15 ounces) pizza sauce
  • 2 tubes (12 ounces each) refrigerated buttermilk biscuits
  • 1-1/2 cups (6 ounces) shredded part-skim mozzarella cheese
  • 1 cup (4 ounces) shredded cheddar cheese




In a large skillet, cook beef over medium heat until no longer pink; drain. Stir in pizza sauce. Cut each biscuit into quarters; place in a greased 13-in. x 9-in. baking dish. Top with the beef mixture.


Bake, uncovered, at 400° for 20 minutes. Sprinkle with cheeses. Bake 5-10 minutes longer or until cheese is melted. Let stand for 5 minutes before serving.


Yield: 6-8 servings.


(Sausage and pepperoni)


Thanks for sticking with us this long... :)  And really, this is a yummy recipe, well worth the cleanup.


Monday, May 11, 2009

You Know You’re Fat When…

(TMI alert, although it’s not THAT bad…)

…you lose three pounds and it’s just enough weight to make your underwear release their death grip on your hips, and you’re thankful.


Yes, such is my life. :)

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Awesome Daring Time Contest

I'm a bit behind the times on this one, but there is still time to enter Beth Kery's wonderful contest kicking off the release of her next eagerly anticipated novel, DARING TIME.  Just scroll to the bottom of this here blog (since I wasn't smart enough, even with instructions to figure out how to shrink it to fit the sidebar) and click on the purty widget.

And in case you are wondering if it's worth it?  Well, here are some of my book reviews of Beth's other books:

Subtle Magic (coming SOON in PRINT people!)

Gateway to Heaven

Wicked Burn

So, whatcha waiting for?  Go clicketh the link.   Like now.  And check out her blog for some of the contests still to come!

~Crazy Promo Ho'ing Lady

Monday, March 23, 2009

Really Zan Take 2

The guy at Subway?  He's not flirting with me.  And no, I don't CARE how nice he's being to me OR the girls...

Really.  Is a sandwich worth all this?

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Really Zan...

Grow some balls.


Now, I love my husband, but when it comes to his friends he is the world's biggest pansy.  He's also the world's largest leprechaun at 6' 4", but that's another story... I once worked with a real leprechaun, however, and his name was Carl.  I wanted to hug him and kiss him and stroke him and call him George...

Um, wait, I got sidetracked...

Right!  Spineless men... Anyway, our token Canadian, M, invited Zan and Slappy out to a hockey game tonight.  I was ticked because I love hockey.  Zan, not so much, but he loves any kind of live sporting event.  But whatever, they are his friends (even if I do feed them all).  Well, in talking to my charming husband, I discover that HE is driving EVERYONE to the hockey game tonight and WANTS TO TAKE MY TRUCK.

Wait... why are YOU driving, honey?  Can't Slappy drive?  (I figured M wouldn't be because he drives a motorcycle and as amusing as it'd be to see Zan's wobbly white ass on the back of a motorcycle, that's SO NOT FAIR to M).  His response?  Slappy's car is too small and he and M are tall people.  While that is true, I still don't get it.  He drives EVERY TIME they all go anywhere together.  And usually, they take MY TRUCK.

A few weeks ago, Zan and M went to the races and Zan drove.  Okay, that was fine since M sprung for the tickets - and they aren't cheap.  The least Zan could do was buy M lunch and drive.  But this time?  And all the other times?  Why can't someone else?  Its not like his other friends don't all drive 4-person vehicles or anything.  Zan makes his excuses, but truth is, he gets volunteered and just can't say no.  Thus all the poker parties we host.  However, THAT is a whole other novel in itself.

I guess I'm just aggravated.  Why are we the ones to always have to volunteer up our gas?  Especially since no one ever even offers to chip in.  Even if Zan didn't take it, they could so much as offer.  But no one ever does.  It all comes down to the fact that I feel like my goodhearted husband is being taken advantage of sometimes and he just lets it happen.  Maybe I'm being a bitch, but I'm on a rampage anyway tonight (as I silently thank the gods that no one knows my LiveJournal account LOL) and I'm just so annoyed at all of this.

I love him.  Too much sometimes.  And I like his friends.  But I think they know he's an easy touch.  And that makes me mad.

But what doesn't make me mad these days?  ROFL

I think it's time to shut up now.  Good night!

~The Even Crazier Lady

Monday, March 9, 2009

Mr. iPod?

You and I need to have a talk.

You cannot, I repeat CANNOT start playing songs like 'Kerosene' during the COOL DOWN PERIOD on the elliptical!  It sorta defeats the purpose!

Thank you for your attention to this matter.  You may get on with your life now.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Bonus Score!

I do almost all of my shopping at Albertson's.  That and Fresh & Easy, but F&E is not my focus tonight.

Anyway, I've been using my preferred customer card at Albertson's for almost 9 years now.  And, over the years, I've gotten some really good deals and specials and whatnot.  Once even got a hand-written letter from the manager thanking me for shopping at that one particular store so much.

Last night, I discovered that my gas rewards had hit $1.50.  WHAT?  All the signage in the stores say that the max you could earn was $0.60.  But nope, there it was.  $1.50 off a gallon up to 20 gallons.


So, I stopped and filled my truck for $0.67/gallon, a total of $13.58.  Can't beat that with a stick if you tried.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

I Love My Husband

...really, I do, but sometimes (sometimes?) he can be a total dork.

Take tonight, for instance.  I'm preparing some of Amy's famous kitchen sink fried rice (aka whatever leftover protein I have on hand - in this case, leftover pork tenderloin - and whatever veggies I have in the freezer).  I'm pulling my sauce ingredients out of the fridge - A-1, Worcestershire sauce, soy sauce - and suddenly realize I'm missing something.  "Boy, I wish I had some hoisin sauce," I mutter to myself.

Only to hear, "You wish you had some WHAT?" from the living room.

"Hoisin sauce, honey, what did you think I said?"


Yeah, um that too.  Too bad I'm fresh out.

~The Crazy Stir Crazy Stir-Fry Lady

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Happy Sunday!

And let me first apologize to those of you who have seen this like ninety times already.  ROFL

My story has finally been published!  It is here.  :)  It is an erotic story so, if that's not your thing, avoid it!  LOL  And while no one is expected it BUY it, going and looking is cool.  LOL

What's even neater is, I friended my publisher on FaceBook and her status said there was a new story published (mine) and even posted a note about it!  SQUEE!  LOL

And thanks to everyone for all the support, encouragement and all around good vibes, it worked!

Amy and her excited pal, Mika.  :)

Thursday, February 26, 2009

The Happy Blogger

Hasn’t been all that happy lately, and thus, a lack of idiotic blogs.  I know, you’re thankful.

I have, however, been rather freaking lucky.  A bunch of books on my wish list over at PaperBackSwap have become available.  In the last ten days, I’ve received:

Princess Ai: Evolution – Volume 3 in this manga series

The Vampire Genevieve by Jack Yeovil

Broken by Megan Hart (and I’m just PRAYING this was better than DIRTY)

Staked by J. F. Lewis

Bright Lights, Big Ass by Jen Lancaster

AND, believe it or not, I’ve WON four books!  Yes, four! 

Carrie’s Story and Safe Word by (and FROM!) Molly Weathersfield

The Macauley Bride by (and again FROM!) Nancy Pirri

And a book by Dianna Love Snell but my mind is failing when it comes to the title. 

How cool is that?  FOUR autographed books in about three weeks? 

Yeah, I’m a braggart but you love me anyway.


Monday, February 16, 2009


So, I’m sitting here, planning on writing a blog on the real ideas behind Valentine’s Day since so many people seem to be so down on it when I look into a little-used e-mail account and find…

A contract.

Yeah.  For something that I WROTE.  Un-fucking-believable. 

I knew it had been accepted several weeks ago, but I had to add a scene on (which made sense to me, but still freaked me out having to change something that they had already thought was great) and, pending that addition, I’d get the contract.

Apparently, they liked it.


So, I’ve been crying for the last half hour, praying no one walks back into my office.  I swear, I cannot explain to my male boss(es) why I’m bawling… had I written your usual sort of story, I’d be all over the office, bragging… but considering there’s only one other woman in the entire company, I don’t see bragging about getting some erotica published as being much of an option.


Yeah, that’d make the workplace FUN, wouldn’t it?  Tell 40 construction workers that you write porn (but not really) in your spare time?  Yeaaaah.  How about not?

~Your excited and frightened soon to be PUBLISHED Crazy Lady

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Scrapping Gone to the Fuzzy Side

Yeah, I know... I have no life.  Anyway, I belong to a digiscrap group and our weekend challenge was to scrap something with our fur babies. 

So, I started with the hamsters.

For those of you who don't know, from top to bottom we have:

Sasha, dwarf black Russian.  Oct 2007 ~ Oct 2008

Butterfinger, long-haired male Syrian (teddy bear), Oct 2007 ~ December 2008

Destiny, a white hamster of some kind.  Not sure if she's a white Russian (hah!) or a winter white.  She came to live with us on election day.  Maybe we should've named her Barrack. :)


And then we have the kitties.  Left to right we have:

Tiger, a Siamese-Himalayan mix.  He's 6 years old.

Darby, a cranky calico.  She's 14 years old.

Cali, an annoying tortoiseshell who has stolen my heating pad since I've gotten up.  She'll be 8 just a few days before Princess' 9th birthday in February.


So, those are my fuzzy babies.  Hope you enjoyed.

~Amy, the animal loving crazy lady

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Should I Be Angry...

Or should I be amused?

On my way home tonight, I was cut off on the freeway by a white Nissan Xterra...

But, on the back it said... On some beach, somewhere...


LMAO, knowing maybe um, one person will get this...


Bad Case of the Blahs

Despite the discovery of hidden goodies in my top desk drawer, I have just that – a bad case of the blahs. 

At the risk of sounding whiney or some other crap, I’ll not go into it.  I will say however, that I’ve managed to read three short but scorching m/m novels, pushed ever forward in the often neglected DEJA DEAD, been digi scrapping, blogging on my other blogs and generally staying away from people. 

As soon as I can pull my head out of the funny yet steamy story I’m reading now, I’ll post reviews of the three shorts (ha ha) I read on my book blog

Tonight is Zan’s first night back to Wednesday night tennis.  He went back to playing on Saturday mornings with his dad and friends a few weeks ago, but hasn’t played in his league in probably a year.  He’s missed it – he loves the guy that runs it and has really gotten to know some of the regulars over the last several years he’s been playing. 

Today’s song: Mexico by Clay Walker

Today’s book(s):Who’s Been Sleeping in My Bed – Jami Davenport, Plum Spooky by Janet Evanovich and Déjà Dead by Kathy Reichs

Today’s Personality: Zooka since he’s quite, laid-back and generally unconcerned with the future, only with the moment.

Today’s picture to make you smile:

funny pictures of cats with captions



Digging around in my desk, looking for my box of staples I found:

Altoids Mints Dark Chocolate Peppermint - Click to enlarge

Sooo, at least the chocolate craving is taken care of for now.


~Your Crazy Minty Lady

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Too Sexy for New York...

And you all wonder why I love him so much?

(stolen from The Boot)

Blake Shelton: 'I'm Too Sexy For New York'

Posted Dec 15th 2008 8:00AM by The Boot Staff
Filed under: New Video, Humor

Blake Shelton stopped by The Boot's New York offices on the very same day PEOPLE magazine's Sexiest Man Alive issue hit newsstands. Blake just happens to be featured inside the coveted issue. So, we took a stroll with the 'Sexiest Country Singer' in downtown Manhattan to buy a copy of the magazine. Watch him get mobbed by fan after fan in this hilarious video.

And the World Wonders Why I’m Always so Confused…


Your horoscopes for Thursday January 08, 2009

General Daily Horoscope for everyone

Once again, we seem to be buffeted about by contradictory planetary energies as conservative Saturn says one thing and progressive Uranus says another. We move from a mentally restrictive Mercury-Saturn aspect this morning toward a brilliantly expressive Sun-Uranus aspect tomorrow. Meanwhile, the dualistic Gemini Moon shuffles our feelings back and forth between these cosmic opposites. We are like the Twins now with our mutually opposing desires.

I guess the good news is that this is a general horrorscope for EVERYONE.  LOL

Tuesday, January 6, 2009


First, explain to me why no one can ever ask me to do anything when I’m not actually busy.  Yeah, you know what I mean.  They wait until you're knee-deep in something actually important before making you drop whatever it is to do something for them.

Now, explain to me why it is that they ask you to do something and get it done fast and then act surprised when you get it done… fast.

And I think my boss left his sense of humor in Peru.  So, joking so that I don’t murder someone is out. 

Joy.  You know you wanna be me.  LOL

Ya know, at least I have a job that pays well with decent benefits.  It could be worse.  Yeah, keep telling yourself that. LOL


Sunday, January 4, 2009

New You Bootcamp = New ME?

Maybe, if it doesn't kill me first. LOL

SparkPeople has started a New YOU Bootcamp that began today, January 4th.  URGH... Could it have waited until the day after my child's birthday?  Nope, guess not. 

The goal is to do one 10-minute bootcamp video a day, plus 30 minutes of cardio on your own.  Well, got my 30+ minutes of cardio walking the mall.  Night high-impact or even high-energy, but I was on my feet and moving.  And, now that I've gone and done my 10-minute kickboxing video, I think I'm ready to keel over... Add to that the *cough* other exercise I got today and well, um, I'm ready for bed... LOL

If you're interested and want to join me, the SparkPeople New YOU Bootcamp Challenge is free and a lot of fun.  Not only that, but by joining you get a free food and fitness tracker online as well as access to forums, articles and a ton of recipes.  So, see ya there... if you're not chicken.  LOL

~Your hopefully soon-to-be NEW AND IMPROVED (and crazier?) Crazy Lady