The ladies of ENALR have BREAKING NEWS!!!!
Our own Shawna Thomas delivered a healthy baby girl this morning.
No news on time, weight, length, etc but we’ll post more as we have it.
Now, back to Kari Lynn and Kindergarten.
No news on time, weight, length, etc but we’ll post more as we have it.
Now, back to Kari Lynn and Kindergarten.
Tomorrow is my son’s last day as a kindergartner. I can hardly believe we made it. The year has been nothing if not interesting, and I’m fairly sure we got a lot more educated than the kid.
However, given that we are the same parents who managed to forget the child at daycare on at least three occasions while we lived in Oregon, we did pretty damn good. My husband didn’t once fail to show up at the bus stop, although there were a couple of occasions when he had to drive really fast. And there was only that once when I was eyeball deep in work and suddenly realized it was five past when I was supposed to pick the kid up from his school. As far as I know, he was fully dressed every day and most of the time we even remembered his gloves.
Best of all is this:
We started the year with a backpack and a lunchbox, nicely matched. On the first day of school the boy was issued a folder in which all of his papers and school announcements and such were to travel back and forth between us and his teacher. I am proud to announce that yes, those ARE the same backpack, lunchbox and folder from the beginning of the year.
Not only did we manage to keep track of the folder, there was only one day that it went missing and didn’t make the trip to school, but we located it that night in the belly of our recliner couch. A close call given that the same couch has crunched up several CDs, a Mario Kart game and the external hard drive for my laptop. Note that the folder is not torn, chewed or trampled. It has not been taped, stapled or otherwise patched. It is, in fact, darn close to pristine.
We get a gold star for that, right?
Kari Lynn Dell – Montana for Real
Go ahead and chime in. What’s your proudest accomplishment of the last school year? Or any school year, as far as that goes!
Wednesday snuck up on me…maybe because it feels like Tuesday. Memorial Day does that to you, kicks you all off balance so you don’t know what day of the week it is.
But it IS Wednesday and my blog day, so I’ll just get after it
So, I’m in this weird stratosphere – the Between Books World – and I’m kinding flip-flopping around with no direction. Thing is, I really need a direction because the next book is due in September and I’ve not written a word. So, there’s this big rollercoaster of a book sitting in my path. But I keep climbing on the carousel and gobbling up cotton candy (aka, research and character sketch) rather than just climbing into a car and strapping in for the ride. The dog-gone book is right in front of me, awaiting me, the screams of those riding echoing in my ears, but I won’t get in line.
And that has me worried.
I wonder if I’m still tired from writing so hard and fast this year. I wonder if I don’t have enough story. I wonder if I need more research. I wonder if I want to even ride…the shade is kinda nice over here by the entrance gate.
I can’t pull the trigger.
So maybe I just need someone to say, “Liz, get your ass in line and stop being such a fraidy cat” or maybe I need to tell myself that. Not sure, but there’s one thing I do know, this book ain’t writing itself.
Life certainly gets in the way, crowding my intent to accomplish words, but today is the last day of school and with it goes the projects, the lunch money, the PTA jobs, the studying, the baseball, the other 99 little things a mother has to do when school is in session. No vacations on the horizon (except Nationals). No major undertakings (the office renovatioin for husband is complete). Just me, my computer and more time than I’ve had in a while. So why can’t I get my enthusiam up and running? Why am I not in line?
So what about you? Ever had moments when you couldn’t pull the trigger? I’d love to hear how you overcame your silly fears and hopped aboard with both guns blazing.
Some (Number One. Loudly.) can argue that Iron Man 2 sucked. But Iron Man did not. Thor had some weaknesses, but held up on all the important points: Shirtless God, emotional family conflict, epic battles. Captain America also received some criticism for feeling like an introductory film, but I think that’s just because of the way it ended. I thought the rest of the movie was very strong. Much like hunky Steve. In any case, all three of these were liked well enough by enough people that anticipation for The Avengers was high.
2. Fix what was wrong with the other introductory movies when you bring that character back, and play down his role a little bit in promotion.
I don’t think most of the people who saw The Avengers cared much about the Incredible Hulk’s presence. The two movies that focused solely on him in the past didn’t do so well. I admit, I didn’t see either one. But it’s hard to get behind a superhero who’s actually kind of a villain. So The Avengers brought in Bruce Banner instead. They concentrated on the conflict of him not wanting to be “the other guy,” made him a tool for the enemy, and redeemed him magnificently in the climactic ending.
This cannot be stressed enough. But it can’t just be competing one-liners. They have to mean something, like this fantabulous exchange:
Bruce Banner: I don’t think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy’s brain is a bag full of cats. You can smell crazy on him.
Thor: Have a care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard. And he is my brother.
Natasha Romanoff: He killed eighty people in two days.
Thor: He’s adopted.
Make some of the humor visual. Get actors willing to look a bit silly for the sake of a gag, but make that gag fit seamlessly into the whole. Provide different kinds of humor: Coulson’s deadpan delivery versus Nick Fury’s dramatic parting shots versus Tony Stark’s rapid-fire nicknames and pop culture references. Nothing ever gets stale.
4. Make it emotional.
Each character has something worth fighting for, whether it’s big, small, internal or external. They don’t get along, they’re all the best of the best so they’re cocky and arrogant, but when it comes time, they work perfectly together because they know how to exploit each other’s strengths.
Twist the conflict so some beloved characters wind up in places we don’t want them to be, and then sacrifice something unforgiveable—but leave room for hope, because there will be a sequel.
Comics fans need to be appeased, so give them lots of little things to look for, artifacts and references only they know. But your audience has to be bigger than comic book readers, so make sure we can understand the characters and where they came from, what their motivations are, what they want. Captain America’s loneliness, Thor’s ripped-apart family, Banner’s despair over a lack of a normal life, even Tony Stark’s need to have his brilliance recognized…these are all souped-up versions of things we regular people feel, too.
All of that put together is a pretty tall order. So throw in the destruction of New York City for the testosterone fueled (for the life of me, I’ll never understand why grown men love breaking things so much), special effects to awe us no matter how jaded we’ve become by special effects, and oh, yeah, one more thing:
Put Joss Whedon in charge of it.
The Avengers was probably the most-anticipated movie of the year, bigger than Spider-Man (which has a wary interest from a lot of us, being so soon after a full trilogy), bigger than Batman (which is dark and without the sense of fun of The Avengers). When expectations are stratospheric, a movie is doomed to disappoint, isn’t it?
Not this one. The Avengers earned a rare A+ Cinemascore rating (they poll moviegoers on the way out of the theater, getting their honest and immediate reactions). People laughed so much they missed stuff, so they had to go back and see it a second time. We’ll quote it at each other, put up posters, preorder the DVD, and start counting down until the sequel.
Even without a release date, it’s still way too far away…
I realize most people are busy getting ready to kick back and enjoy the day, so I thought I’d share the Ohnoutka quick Memorial Day Checklist for those who found a few extra minutes to visit the blog today.
We plan to mix it all together with lots of love and laughter and then sit back and enjoy!
Wishing everyone a Wonderful Memorial Day!
After fifteen years of marriage, Jessica Meyers’s sex life is, well, a little predictable. Her handsome husband turns her on, but missionary style once or twice a week? It just can’t compare to the hot new world she discovers in the pages of erotic romances. Her fantasies fuel the fire of her desire, adding a new spark to her and Alex’s lovemaking. But Jess is afraid to tell her husband what she really wants in bed—and her secrets start coming between them.
State trooper Alex Meyers is a master at uncovering the truth—except when it comes to his sweet, shy wife. She’s clearly keeping something from him. An affair? She wants out? When he finally confronts Jess, he’s shocked to learn she wants to turn her forbidden fantasies into nightly realities. But when he takes her to a unique B and B—Bondage and Breakfast—catering to couples and multiples, Alex is about to find out just how far he’ll go.
Jessica and Alex have been married for a long time. Things have grown comfortable between them in all aspects of their lives, until she discovers erotic romances at her local bookstore. Will they help spice up their love life or drive a wedge between them?
Jessica has discovered a whole new world in her erotic romance books but she feels the need to hide them from her husband. She thinks there is something wrong with her because she wants to try out some of the things she has read about. She feels like she is cheating on him and is beside herself. She also feels guilty because she is imagining her husband taking charge or spanking her while they are making love. She is afraid to tell her husband what is bothering her because she is thinks he will be repulsed by what she wants/needs.
Alex loves his wife very much but things have become routine between them. Things change when his wife starts to become withdrawn and secretive. While the grandparents have the kids, he sits down with Jessica to find out what has been bothering her. His worst fear is that she is having an affair, she confirms it; in her mind she is cheating on him, even if it is just through her books and fantasies.
The whole conversation was endearing. I felt so bad for Alex when she told him that she was cheating, it broke his heart. It was like pulling teeth to get her to tell him what was wrong and what she wanted. She had been raised to think that what she desired was dirty and wrong; all she could think was that he would be disgusted with her. His reaction was priceless, he was shocked that his sweet wife wanted these things but he was also extremely turned on.
The thing I loved about this book is that it was so easy to understand where Jessica was coming from. She was raised to believe that eroticism and BDSM were dirty and forbidden. Many women today still believe that and live their wants and desires through their erotic romance novels. They believe that they can live vicariously through their books. Many husbands would be surprised to learn that their wives or girlfriends have these
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I have come to the conclusion that growing old isn’t for sissies!
Some of us here are just babies with smooth skin (*glares at Keri Ford*).
Or still having children. (*stares at Shawna’s huge pregnancy bulge*)
On the other hand, some of us have taking aging past forty to a disgusting level (*sticks tongue out at Laura Drake for her 100 MILE bike ride and Pamela Hearon for her 30 MILE bike ride*)
I’ll admit to being past 29…okay, past 39. Geesh shut up. Past 49 but that’s as far as I’m going! Anyway, as the years have passed (and where in the hell do they go? Trust me. You’ll turn around and ten years have flown by!)….as I was saying (another problem with old people…we ramble!) Now where was I??? Oh yeah…as the years were stolen from my life, I’ve noticed I have had to adapt how I do things. Let me give you some examples….
Recently I was in Arizona with Cindy Kirk and Vicki Lewis Thompson. One morning Cindy pulls out a 10x mirror. 10x! WOW. I have a 4x, which used to more than adequate, but now? After seeing her 10x, I’ve got to get me one! Why? Well, let me tell you. When I was younger, I could lift my arm, see the hair in my armpit, and shave it away. Now? I can’t see a blasted thing under there, so I blindly swipe away with a razor, pretty sure I was doing a great job. I borrowed Cindy’s 10x mirror…just playing around. Not expecting to find anything. OMG! What I found was one LLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGG pit hair I’d apparently been missing in my shaves for about the last 10 years or so! I swear. It appeared I was trying to grow a comb over…staring with pit hair. I could have rolled and fluffed that puppy!
Having discovered my eyesight isn’t what it once was, I decided to use that mirror a little more. What if I had nose hairs and no one had the heart to tell me? Or *gasp* a beginning of a beard? Luckily, Vicki has a house with great natural light and it was a bright sunny day. I rushed to one of her skylights and frantically began a close visualization of everything! YAY! Clear. No beard. No nasal hairs where they shouldn’t be. No cheek hair for that matter! (I’ll confess…I’ve seen a few ladies that need that 10x mirror. I wonder if they realize their black chin hairs show? You’re all rushing to the mirror right now, aren’t you? Hee hee)
And then there is television. When did television stations begin broadcasting in blurry vision? And books! When did publishers decide an 8pt font was perfect for a print book? No wonder old people will love digital books! We can take that font up to 36pt if we want to. But I digress (another thing old people do…we’re easy to distract…) I have found the only way I can see clearly what is on television is with special glasses. And then I need ANOTHER pair of special glasses to read that damn small print in books. It’s a conspiracy, I tell you. I wonder if publishers and broadcasters get a kick-back from the purchase of these special glasses? So I have to sit here at night wearing two pair of special glasses if I want to watch TV and read at the same time!
And I’m not even going to discuss hearing loss…(What? Did you say something??? Speak up! Don’t mutter.)
Sigh. Yep. I’m not 29 anymore! And speaking of vision, here’s how I see me…
And sadly, here’s how everybody else sees me….
So have YOU noticed any changes since you were 29? Everybody except Keri Ford. You just shut up.
In honor of how fabulous Cindy Kirk and Vicki Lewis Thompson are, I’m giving away a book from each of them!
From Cindy’s stash, it’s Jackson Hole Valentine
and from Vicki Lewis Thompson, NEXT Month’s Blaze…Long Road Home
Contest open to all anyone (U.S. Residents only) who comments at this post until Monday May 28. I’ll post a winner sometime that day. The contest will be open only to U.S. residents as these are paperback books (and unfortunately, mailing out of the country is cost-prohibiting.)
Additionally, for anyone (U.S. Residents only) who requests, I have a beautiful Texas Two Step Magnet and/or Texas Two Step Romance Trading Card. Both can be seen below…
And no, I don’t mean the “Hey, baby, wanna get lucky?” kind. I’m talking Fords, Chevys, big ol’ Dodge Rams. I just went three full days without seeing a single pickup truck.
Where on earth could this kind of insanity happen, you ask?
Yep, that’s New York. The Big Apple. This hick’s been in the city, and I gotta say…I loved it.
First off, there’s a bakery on every corner. Pastries. Red velvet cupcakes. Flan. Bagels. Let me stop now before I drown my keyboard in drool. There is also this thing called lunch delivery, by which a single slice of cheese pizza and a Pepsi miraculously appear at your door.
It is also the only place I’ve ever been where everybody walks as fast as me. My entire life I’ve had people trailing along in my wake, glaring at my back because I can’t seem to pace myself. In New York I had to stride out a little to keep up, even with my friend Juliet’s kids along for the stroll. Oh yeah. I could live here.
Except there are no pickups.
It makes sense, when you think about it. What use does a New Yorker have for a vehicle with an open box? Anything you leave in there is going to either get soaked or disappear as soon as you park and walk away. Or possibly at the next stoplight. I assume that’s why even the construction workers drive vans.
So yeah, it makes sense. But sadly, that puts paid to my brief fantasy of having a twenty four hour bakery across the street from my office. I simply can’t exist in a world without pickups. Sure was delicious while it lasted, though.
Kari Lynn Dell – back in Montana for Real
Or just, boys will be boys, maybe? Or maybe Keri Stevens described it best last week with needing advice on boys in the summer and their bickering.
I don’t know how Stevens’ boys will grow up, but I can tell you the Iverson boys from the Roughnecks only…partially grew out of it.
They punch on each other.
They call each other names.
And yes, these are grown men. Boys. Is there a better definition for this?
WARNING! LANGUAGE BELOW!!!
Lane dropped his small ice chest in the back of his truck where he’d have it tomorrow to fill with ice and water for another day in this hot, humid weather.
Just when he started to leave, it became his lucky day, because his brother decided to be shitheads.
Trent caught him around the neck, pulled him down against his side sweaty side and scrubbed his head with his knuckles. “Let’s go get drunk.”
Lane, being the same height but thicker from actually working his ass off the last seven months when Trent mostly stood around, jerked his brother around with an easy twist of his arm. “Let’s not.”
“Damn it!” Trent squirmed and Lane released him. His brother rolled his shoulder. “When did you get stronger than me?”
Lane shook his head and yeah, smiled a little too. “When I started working and you started goofing off.”
Trent shook out his arm. “I don’t goof off. I’m taking it easy. For once in our lives we don’t have to bust ass and you’re ruining it for the rest of us.”
Lane pulled open his truck door. “So sorry that I’m not in the mood to lay around. Work needs to be done.” It was their life. Hell it was all any of them had ever known. Lane just had another reason for keeping busy. He had to get out of here before he ended up spilling his guts.
He and his brothers, they were tight as any army. Didn’t keep shit from one another. Not ever.
But Lane had. And now it was too late.
Trent wasn’t letting off so easy. “Come with us to grab a beer tonight.”
Lane only raised an eyebrow and pulled his truck door closed.
I can’t speak for how Stevens’ kids are going to turn out—though I’m sure fab—but the Iverson boys are pretty good together. They bag on each other. They never cut another break, but if a bus was coming, they’d all jump in to try and save each other.
Do you have any siblings you ever fought with? Or what about close friends? How’d all that turn out? Leave me a comment. Tell me hi, answer my question—doesn’t matter! You’ll be entered for Christina Wolfer’s TWO BROTHERS. Contest is of an e-book and is open to International or U.S. Thank you Christina for donating your book to my tour! Visit Christina at her Website or see more on her book at Amazon.
I’m not talking about book proposals or anything like that. I’m referring to real proposals of the will-you-marry-me kind. A friend of mine just became engaged. I’m so happy for her. She’s giddy, planning her wedding, and hopelessly in love. This made me reminisce about my own proposal and the whirlwind months that followed. So I thought since this is a blog about romance, and June, and wedding season, is coming up fast, I’d love if you’d share your proposal with all of us. It could be a funny proposal or a romantic proposal. Did your then boyfriend hire a skywriter or was it spur of the moment?
I’d also love to hear about the sweetest, most romantic or most unusual proposal you’ve ever heard of.
It’s only fair I’ll start with mine. ; )
It was March 31st, a Thursday if I remember correctly, and I had a killer headache, but I’d made plans with my boyfriend to go on a walk. To be fair, I had a feeling something was up because he’d seemed out of breath for a few days. ; ) He asked if I’d rather go on a drive to not aggravate the headache, which was getting better. Then he said he wanted to take me somewhere that was a surprise. I agreed to be blindfolded and he drove in what seemed like circles…or squares as the city blocks allowed. Once we stopped, he led me out of the car and sat me down. When he took my blindfold off, I was sitting at a tiny bistro table with a candle and a piece of cheesecake, and he was down on one knee with a ring box in his hand. He’d led me to the school soccer field where we first met and fell in love. (he was my daughter’s coach) I honestly can’t remember what he said before “Will you marry me?” but I do remember saying “You bet!” and thinking I’ve waited for this for what seems like my whole life and I didn’t say, “Yes.”
I found out later that he’d gone to the principle of the school to get special permission to propose to me there. The teachers, custodians and office staff were all in the loop. The next day they all asked to see the ring and congratulated me.
I still don’t know what the cheesecake was for….
But I can’t pass by that field without smiling.
Okay, it’s your turn. Tell us your story, or a story.