Quickie Update

Today's just a quickie update because I'm behind, behind, behind. I'm still sleeping propped up, so tired is my middle name and I've only got 5 billion things to do. Am working on tweaking my latest proposal, so hopefully that will go out soon and amaze my editor. :)

National is in a couple of weeks, so I need to prepare for that - ie, clean underwear.

I actually have a training Mon/Tues of next week????? Huh, did no one notice the 4th on Wednesday? Oh well, more mileage - right?

Went to the doc on Monday and he says I might have some asthma but he also thinks I have sleep apnea. Which is an interesting thought considering I can't breathe well while I'm awake either - buy hey, I'm not a doctor so what do I know. I got a cortisone shot (ouch) and an inhaler and quite frankly, haven't noticed a difference yet. I seriously think I'm coming down to my last option in dealing with my allergies and that's to move away from Dallas, which just happens to be the second worst city in the world for spring allergies. Figures.

On a side note - Hello, God, we are all caught up on rain here in Texas. It would be perfectly okay to spread some of it around and actually allow me to have a flight that is on time. Just a suggestion.

Talk to yall tomorrow!

New Toy for Jana

My husband got me a new toy this past weekend. It's something I've been coveting for a while and I have to say, now that I have it - I AM IN LOVE! What is this magificent toy, you ask.......The Sony Reader.



The Sony Reader is the same size as a paperback book except thinner. It can hold 80 books on it and one battery charge allows 7500 page turns. (Plus if you need more than 80 books, you can always add a memory card). The best part is that it can be seen in sunlight. It is a new technology that allows it to be read outdoors. So no more carrying 5+ books with me on a trip. I tuck my slim, cool Reader in my purse and have all the books I could ever want at my fingertips. You can also control the font size, so no tiny text for those of us with eyesight that's waning. Plus, the reader will also play your mp3 files if you're interested. And if you're not yet sold, a conversion tool allows you to load any pdf or Word doc into the reader - you're not stuck only buying from Sony. The books bought through Sony's partnership do have a minimum 20% discount on cover prices, though.

It's a win/win all the way around. I took it to the doc office yesterday. Finished a chapter while waiting in line at Chick-fil-a. The possibilities are endless!

Check it out!

Tuesday Movie Review

The weekend wouldn't have been complete without seeing a movie. This week's offering is EVAN, ALMIGHTY.

I have to say, I enjoyed this movie more than I have any in a long time. It was funny. It had a decent plot (suspend disbelief, of course), and the acting was great. The plot of the movie is that a newly elected congressman prays to God that he wants to change the world. God visits him and asks him to build an arc because there's going to be a flood. He ignores this of course until paired animals start to follow him and his beard keeps getting longer no matter how many times he shaves.

There is even a good reason for the arc wrapped up in the politics he's just become involved in, so it all played out very nicely.

My final rating: Definitely worth the price of admission

Makeover Monday

So assuming you've had enough coffee - you might have noticed that my blog looks a little different. Well, that's not all. My entire janadeleon.com web prescence has had a makeover! I have to say I am absolutely thrilled with the work. The designer took the graphics that I loved and made it all sharp, professional and fun. Yeah! No more maintenance for Jana!

The web maven is Dawn and her company is Austin Designworks. If you're interested in a new website or a redesign on your old one, you could not do better than working with Dawn. We talked at length on Thursday about the redesign and here it is Monday - all done!!!!! She is a genius as far as I'm concerned - extraordinarily nice and professional and I've just been smiling all weekend while working with her. You can contact her at austin.designworks (at) yahoo.com or visit her website and check out what she has to offer.

If you contact her, please tell her I sent you and raved about her! She is super great and I'd love to see her firmly established in building website - if the majority are for writers, then good for us!

Job Imitates Writing Life

I spend a good bit of time posting here about my travel woes and I know you all understand the inconsistency of my schedule given all the travel to different places. There's also a lot of other huge uncertainty in my job. For instance - not only are you dependent on airlines to work correctly, you then land in a strange town, pick up a car (unless you're in NY) and then proceed to try to find your way around somewhere you've never been. And no, they don't allow us to get the GPS. (sigh) The next day begins a new round of classes. More uncertainty. You never know what kind of students you're going to get - smart, tech savy, "I've never seen a mouse" (yikes), people who are glad to convert, people who are mad about converting and are going to tell you all about it because they can take it out on you without being fired. Mostly, I get people who are not overly happy about converting because they're scared. Now, they'd never admit that, but that's exactly where the anxiety comes from

Let's face it - most humans do not like change.

Change is scary. Change is the unknown. Change may bring something good, but rarely do people see that end. Even if they are currently miserable, that form of life is the "devil that they know."

For me, all the uncertainty surrounding my everyday life makes me a stronger writer.

Why?

Well, heck, tell me another industry with more uncertainly than publishing. Maybe acting or the movie industry would be the only ones and for exactly the same reasons. Nothing sits still in publishing. Your editor you love could change houses, get married, have a baby, have a nervous breakdown or just burnout. Bam! New editor and you get to learn a new way of doing things all over again. You may have outgrown your current publisher or feel they're going a different direction than you, so you make the change. Bam! Same problem - new editor, new marketing director, new sales force, new art department. Or what about genre? You know how that goes - this is hot one year, that's hot now, you couldn't give this away, that will never sell again. What if your genre takes a falling and you're not yet firmly established in the midlist? I can tell you what happens - either you quit or you re-invent yourself in another genre. Those are really the only two options.

And let's face it - time on the job really means absolutely nothing in this profession. You are only as valuable as your last book. Oh sure, if you were a strong seller before, then you might get allowed one more bad book before they let you go, but don't think those chances go on forever.

The bottom line is this - If you want a career as a writer, you better break out your mental yoga exercises and get REALLY flexible. Change is the name of the game.

Conference Time

It's getting close to RWA conference time and I can't begin to tell you how excited I am. First off, I don't even have to get on a plane for this one. And even though that seemed boring at first, after the flights I've had lately, I have to say I'm now thrilled.

If you're new to the conference circuit and planning on attending RWA, you'll find a TON of workshops, covering every aspect of writing technique you need to know. Then there's marketing/time management/website building and all sorts of other writer related topics. I've sort of passed the point where I attend a lot of workshops. My first year, I probably attended 5-6 a day. But now, I'm doing good if I attend 5 the entire time. Why? Well, a lot of things being covered are things I already know and to be quite honest - I'm a horrible student. I'd rather read a book than hear someone talk. So why spend all that money to attend a conference when you don't even go to class? Simple, because conferences are the best motivational tool on the face of the earth.

Imagine a hotel full of 2000+ published/aspiring romance writers. All talking about writing, the business, the process, the everything. It's a high that I simply can't explain to non-writers, but anyone who writes and has been to conference knows exactly what I'm talking about. Plus, there's opportunities to get face-to-face with your agent and editor. For those not yet published, there's opportunities to get face-to-face with your potential agent/editor.

The absolute best part about conference is seeing your writer friends from other states/countries. RWA is usually the only chance you get to see the people who have become close to you through writing. And not a moment is wasted. Last year, I don't think my cp, Cindy, and I ever got into bed before 2:00 am - and we were right back out by 8:00 am at the latest to get more.

You go home exhausted but utterly fulfilled. So if you get a chance, I always recommend attending a conference. If you can't swing a national trip, check your area and see if there's anything closer to you - even if it's only a day. It will be well worth it.

I'm Not Ignoring You

I promise - I'm not ignoring you. This has just been one hectic week.

I got home sick last Thursday night - and turns out it wasn't a cold at all but a horrible sinus infection brought on by allergies. I got drugs, but the hacking is killing me and it's hard to breathe. I'm back to sleeping upright.

Left Monday for NY - and Leah (my editor), if you're reading this, I promise I would have visited you but I was only there for one day. Yep, you heard it - ONE day in NY. I arrived on Monday and left on Tuesday. Managed to pay $200 in cab fare during that time. Also managed to sit in traffic a total of 6 hours. Then to make things even more fun, my flight was delayed leaving last night and I arrived home around 1:00 am. The best part is, I have to catch another flight at noon today to Atlanta.

Next week, I am in the office for a whole week - yea!!!!

So I promise as soon as I've gotten some sleep and not sat on a plane for a lifetime, I'll have something more interesting to say.

Happy Hump Day!

Last Day in Kalamazoo

Well, today's my last day in Kalamazoo, and it couldn't have come a moment too soon - well, technically yesterday would have been better. You see, I have a cold. My throat hurt when I left class yesterday, but it wasn't too bad so I thought it was allergies. I'd been back at the hotel working for a couple of hours when it started to burn and I got really, really tired. Lay down at 6:00, woke up at 9:00 - sniffling, sneezing, running a fever and generally feeling like crap. So I made a trip to the local Walmart for cold medicine. Can't wait to fly tonight. Not.

So I'm feeling lazy and yucky today - and still have a class to teach - so I thought I'd leave you with this story from Louisiana that I find entertaining. Hey, it IS Louisiana.

Here's the link. Let me know what you think.

Wednesday Movie Review - Ocean's Thirteen

We are up to thirteen, right????

Okay, saw this one last weekend, and I probably won't have a whole lot to say about it except that I enjoyed it. It had that same smart, cool, casual, style of the previous oceans and as always, the characters were engaging and entertaining.

Mind you, I am not on the band wagon of any of these actors individually, but together, they seem to be a fabulous cast. Not that I dislike any of them, but I don't worship them like I do Johnny Depp. :)

So if you want a relaxing, entertaining movie with no big suspense or gunfire or chases, but very little drama either, this is you film.

My final rating: A great two-hour break!

Tuesday Movie Review

I actually have two movies to review, but I'll start with one I saw a week ago. The movie is Knocked Up, and the review is far less than stellar.

Now, I'll go ahead and start with my own prejudice and that is that I couldn't even get beyond the premise of this movie because the woman was stupid. And you all know how I hate stupid women. We are supposed to believe that this hot, Hollywood, entertainment tv reporter has a one-night stand with a total loser - and I'm just talking about the looks part right now. She was so totally and clearly out of his league that girls like that - especially in California - would never have spoken to him, much less taken him home.

So she takes him home and has sex with him and there's this stupid moment where we're supposed to believe that one, he can't get the condom on and two, that in saying "just get on with it" or something to that effect, that she was in fact telling him not to wear one. Then we are further supposed to believe that she couldn't tell the difference - either during sex or after. Hello?! Even if you're too drunk to tell the difference between skin and latex, wouldn't you know the next morning??????

So then we're supposed to believe that she's surprised when she's pregnant - oh wait, that's because we're supposed to believe that she thought he used a condom. Hmmmmmm.

This entire mess could have been avoided so easily. You sleep with some random guy, hey, why not get the morning after pill the next day. Nothing is fertilized yet and you can stop the mess that ensued. And before you religious people get on me about killing babies, let me make a point: She slept with a guy she'd never met - I don't think religion entered in to her mind ever, so the morning after pill shouldn't have been an issue.

Then we're supposed to believe that even though this guy is not attractive (and she's hot and successful) and he doesn't have a job (and doesn't want to get one) and lives in a house with all his buddies where they get high and play video games all day - that this girl falls in love with him.

Huh??????

When she actually said the words "I love you" for the first time, I was like - where the hell did that come from. It was totally unbelievable.

In addition to all that crap, the movie tried to make Paul Rudd's character out to be the bad guy (he played the sister's husband), but quite frankly, all I got out of it was that the sister was a raging bitch and I think Paul Rudd was the only decent character in the entire movie. So that definitely didn't fly with me.

The movie was also filled with age-old guy humor about sex while pregnant and poking the baby's head - things we've all heard for a million years that weren't even that funny the first time. There was nothing ground-breaking, nothing new, nothing worth hearing or seeing.

My final rating: Spare yourself

Getting to Kalamazoo

So I'm training in Kalamazoo this week - and yes, that's really a place. I thought the same thing when I got the training request. :) It's in Michigan, about halfway between Chicago and Detroit. My absolutely wonderful friend Colleen, Tammy and Holli live around the Detroit area and made plans to drive cross-state and meet me for dinner. I only had to get there.

Well, let me just tell you how I got there. First off, I took an 8:00 am flight out of Dallas, set to arrive in Chicago then change connections to Kalamazoo for an arrival at 12:30 pm EST. Plenty of time to hang out, talk, etc. So an 8:00 am flight out of Dallas, requires me being at the airport 7:00 ish and leaving my house 6:00 ish, so I was up at 5:30 - ugh. AA in their infinite wisdom, was allowing 35 minutes in between flights, so I knew everything had to go perfectly.

It didn't.

First off, in Dallas the GPS system on the plane wasn't working properly so they called in a mechanic to look at it. Mind you, they said to us that they didn't need it to fly, but we sat an additional 40 minutes for nothing anyway. Then we made up some time in the air, arrived in Chicago and my connecting flight was leaving in 10 minutes. So the gate agent tells me to run and I can still make it. Now, I am not exaggerating in the least on this one - I ran at least a mile - across O'Hare airport, pulling a carryon suitcase and a bag with laptop, etc on my shoulder. RAN - a MILE!!!!!!!???????

When I got to the gate, my flight was already gone and the gate agent says, we always close the door ten minutes prior and back those flights out. So technically speaking, by the time I'd deplaned on the original flight, my connecting had already left but they told me to RUN? My asthma kicked in like nobody's business and it took almost an hour before my breathing was somewhat normal. But hey, I had time, right? After all, the next flight wasn't until 1:45. So I spent 11:00 to 1:45 trying to breathe again then had lunch.

I boarded the connecting flight a bit late, and it was one of those tiny planes where you're all squeezed in their. It was a short hop, which would have been fine if we'd just hopped, but noooooooooo. We sat at the gate and waited and waited and finally the pilot told us that the ground crew had a shift change and we had to wait for the new people to get to work so that they could back up the plane. Hello!? You let people just leave shifts without people being there to replace them. How utterly stupid is that?

Then they send us to the farest runway at O'Hare, and since O'Hare is the size of Rhode Island, that's pretty far away. So I'm thinking, Thank God, we're finally going to leave and the pilot comes on and says "Well, now that air traffic control has sent us to the farest runway at the airport, they've decided to redirect all traffic and we have to go to the other end. So we traveled - 30 more minutes - to the other side of the airport before we could take off. So I pull out my cell phone and call my friends and tell them I could have walked to Kalamazoo faster. The attendent tells me I can't talk on my cell phone and I tell her that we're not moving anyway and quite frankly, not being able to talk on my cell phone is the situation I'm dying to be a part of.

I turn off phone and crank up the ipod. The people in front of me and behind me had screaming kids - waaaaayyyyyy too old to be acting that way in public and the woman behind me had an infant that had a stinky diaper when we got ON the plane. Hello!!!!?????? Just because you think your kid's poop doesn't stink doesn't make it so. Can we have a public hygiene moment - PLEASE?

So I finally arrived in Kalamazoo around 4:00 - a mere 4 hours after I should have. Then Mapquest sent me the wrong direction out of the airport and my five minute drive to my hotel became a scenic tour of Kalamazoo. 20 minutes later I finally arrived at the hotel ready to collapse.

But I made it to dinner with my friends - had a FABULOUS time - and a bottle of champagne! So all's well that ends well. The only bad part is I have to fly back out on Thursday - I'm scared.

How Do I Love Judy Blume?????

Let's face it - most of us grew up reading Judy Blume. She was every child's passage from one stage in life to another. Can any of us forget sneaking FOREVER into school and passing it around the locker room?

Brilliant author, Jennifer O'Connell put together an anthology on Judy Blume called (appropriately) EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT BEING A GIRL, I LEARNED FROM JUDY BLUME. My great friend and uber-talented author, Diana Peterfreund, was one of the contributing authors. Check out her blog about the release and see what she has to say.

I, personally, will be picking up this book this weekend! It's time to relieve some of those childhood memories.

Have a great weekend and see you all on Monday!

GCC Tour - Between, Georgia by Joshilyn Jackson

Today's GCC Tour is brought to us by Joshilyn Jackson, who was just named GEORGIA AUTHOR OF THE YEAR! Congrats to Joshilyn and check out the reason she's received such an honor.

About the Book:

There's always been bad blood between the Fretts and the Crabtrees. After all, the Fretts practically own the tiny town of Between, Georgia, while the Crabtrees only rent space in its jail cells.
Stacia Frett is a deaf artist with a genetic condition that is causing her to slowly go blind. She's lost the love of her life, and when her vision goes, she'll lose her career as well. She's asking God why He keeps her breathing in and out, until the night fifteen year old Hazel Crabtree shows up on her doorstep brandishing a stomach swollen with a pregnancy she'd hidden for nine months. Stacia thinks Hazel's unwanted baby might be God's answer, and so the Fretts decide to steal it...
Thirty years later, Nonny Frett is a successful interpreter living in Athens, Georgia. She understands the meanings of "rock" and "hard place" better than any woman ever born. She's got two mothers, "one deaf-blind and the other four baby steps from flat crazy." She's got two men; Her husband is easing out the back door and her best friend is laying siege to her heart in her front yard. She has a job that holds her in the city, and she's addicted to a little girl who's stuck deep in the country. And she has two families; The Fretts, who stole her and raised her right, and the Crabtrees, who lost her and can't forget that they've been done wrong.
In Between, Georgia, population 90, the feud that began before Nonny was born is escalating, and a random act of violence will set the torch to a thirty-year old stash of highly flammable secrets. This might be just what the town needs, if only Nonny wasn't sitting in the middle of it...

Praise for Between:

Starred reviews in PW, KIRKUS and BOOKLIST

"One of this decade's most commendable novels. Every now and then a remarkable writer, following in the footsteps of great authors, comes along to reenergize American fiction. So it is with Joshilyn Jackson. ...overflows with gut-wrenching sadness and laugh-out-loud humor. Jackson's novel brilliantly explores abstractions - redemption, love and grace - through the most compelling characterizations to be found in contemporary fiction. Between, Georgia is an exemplary novel by a singular writer who is in full command of the art of story telling. Don't miss it!"- Bookpage

"Between, Georgia is a small miracle, and Nonny Frett is the most engaging woman who ever lived in the pages of a book. Joshilyn Jackson is an enormously talented writer."- Anne Rivers Siddons, New York Times bestselling author of Sweetwater Creek

Visit Joshilyn Jackson at her website and buy the book!

Hump Day

Good morning, everyone! I'm back in Dallas this week but still training. That puts me at 8 weeks of training except for the one week I was at the RT Convention (which is still working, BTW), so I am starting to slow. Being "on" for class is a lot of effort for an introvert and I've been "on" for quite a while. I have two more weeks of training to go before I get a break, so guess I have to suck it up. The good news is, we've hired more trainers and in a month or so they'll be up and running and maybe my schedule can get back to normal....whatever that is.

Some news from the past week:

RUMBLE ON THE BAYOU placed second in the Write Touch Reader Contest

I turned my proposal for my next book in to my agent on Sunday

And the really big news - I made Platinum on American Airlines!!!!!!

For those of you who don't travel a lot, you probably won't understand, but Platinum is the poo! It means you get better positioning for seats, first class upgrades, moved to the top of the standby list, double mileage points AND everywhere there is a seperate security entrance for First Class, you can use it no matter what level of service you're flying. This is a huge deal for those of us that fly a lot. So WhooHoo!

In other news, I'd like to make a public service announcement to all business with public restrooms:

I know you put in those very annoying toilet rolls because you're cheap. You know the kind - the one that allows you to only pull the paper an inch before it catches, thus forces you to wind the paper around the roll like a six year-old doing arts and crafts. I know you think this will make people give up and use less paper, but for me, that is sooooooooo not the case. If you annoy me with that cheap-a$$ roller, I guarantee you I will sit there for a friggin' hour if I have to in order to roll off twice as much paper as I normally would have. I'll even double flush if that's what it takes. And I cannot help but think there are other women out there just like me.

So let me tell you what this accomplishes:

You don't save any money at all.

The lines in the womens' room grow astronomically

When the lines in the womens' room are long, women tend to get angry and sloppier

Your jantorial staff will have to clean more often and use more supplies because women are angry with the wait and getting sloppier

Bottom line: You spend more money being cheap - now go get a regular roller and some toilet paper that's thicker than a Kleenex.

It's Here!!!!!!

It's here - what you say - Release Day for RISES THE NIGHT!!!!!!!!

If you loved THE REST FALLS AWAY, then I know you've been waiting anxiously for the next book in the series. Heck, I've already read it and I've been waiting anxiously!!!

My very, talented friend, Colleen Gleason, author of the Gardella Vampire Chronicles has bestowed on my blog readers an exclusive excerpt.

So here to tease you:

(Victoria has a midnight visitor by the name of Sebastian Vioget…)

Now she could see his eyes, and the look there sent a little shiver over her shoulders. “According to Max, you would always take the opportunity to undress a woman, particularly in a carriage.”

“I have no wish to hear Maximilian’s opinions, for that is what they are, merely opinions—and most likely only indicative of his own inclinations, were he not so bound and determined to be a Venator and nothing more. A hunter, a killer…a man of violence with little left for anything—or anyone—else. I, Victoria…I am not a man of violence.” He smiled.

“A fact supported by your cowardly escape from the Silver Chalice last summer,” she reminded him.

“Grief has made you harsh. I am sorry for it. I am truly sorry for your husband’s death. If it is any consolation to you, I believed he and Maximilian would follow me when I sneaked out the back entrance of the pub.”

“This is all very enlightening, reliving the events of last summer with you in the middle of the night on my balcony, but I am having a difficult time believing you went through the trouble to trick Mr. Starcassat into entering my bedchamber in order to merely show off how well you look in the moonlight.”

“You think I look well in the moonlight? What a serendipitous happenstance!”

“I am finished with this conversation and I am past ready for you to leave.” She turned and started toward the doors, preparing to lock them behind her if he did not follow. Surely if he could escape from a group of vampires, he could find a way off the balcony on his own.

When his hand closed around her arm, she whirled and whipped off his strong grip with a snap of her wrist and a whisk of silken skirts. It felt good to release some of the tension that had been building inside her. Between them. Let him know she was still in control.“You still wear your vis bulla.” He stepped closer to her, his boot-clad feet grinding on the brick and mortar terrace.

“Does that surprise you?” She felt the knob of the door behind her, but other than closing her fingers over its cool brass, made no move to turn it. He was very, very close, but she was not unsettled. After all, she’d faced down numerous vampires, and a demon. And even the Queen of the Vampires. A mere man was no danger to her.

“I assumed since you’d left London that you’d also left your Venator days behind you. Or perhaps you wear the vis bulla in order to protect yourself from overly amorous suitors like Mr. Starcassat.”

“George”—she used his given name deliberately—“was not overly amorous until you poked your elegant fingers into the mess.”

“You consider my fingers elegant, then?” Sebastian’s smile flashed. “Two compliments in one evening…how completely unexpected.”

“I have not left my Venator days behind me. Why would I do that?”

His shoulders moved in a nonchalant shrug. “I thought perhaps after what transpired with Rockley, you might have decided to walk away. After all, you’d done your duty and look at the result. You lost the love of your life.”

“Walk away? The question would not be whether I would, but how could I shirk my duty? After seeing first-hand the evil of vampires, how could I?”

She realized he was closer. She could see the brush of long eyelashes and the slender line of the dimple that barely showed when he was not smiling, as now. “There’s always a choice, Victoria.”

“I made mine. I would not walk away. Nothing would make me walk away, now that Phillip is gone.”

“Nothing?” The word hung on the air between them, as though Sebastian saw the truth in her eyes and hoped to discern it. She held his gaze defiantly.

“Nothing.”

His shoulders moved as he heaved in a long breath, then exhaled as though savoring it. “You are quite an admirable woman, my dear. Perhaps even out of my league.” He reached for her again, slowly and easily, and closed his fingers around her wrist. “What is it that you have been clutching here this whole time?”

Again she pulled away, but not so harshly. His fingers were surprisingly strong; it was an effort to break his grip. And then she opened her hand so that he could see the amulet shining in her palm. “I am quite glad you asked. I believe this is yours?”

Taking it, he needed only a glance and then turned his eyes back to her, still standing close enough that she could smell cloves, see the sprinkling of golden-brown hair beyond the cuff of his shirt. “Do you know what this is?”

She shook her head and his expression eased a bit.

“Ah. So why do you attribute it to me, if you do not know what it is?”

“I found one at the Silver Chalice, and then one here tonight. You are the only common factor in both places.”

“Thus and so you came to the conclusion that this was mine. In that case, perhaps I’ll choose not to be offended.”

And if perhaps you haven't read the Gardella Vampire Chronicles, here a bit of a teaser for the entire series.

Friday Meme

UPDATE: Barbara Vey, Publishers Weekly blogger and all-around fantastic lady, blogged about me today. Check out her blog and please leave her a comment. She is a wonderful supporter of writers and we definitely want to keep her around for years to come!

Got in late last night - delays at the airport (what else is new), so I've only been asleep for a couple of hours and am not thinking fast on my feet. Lucky for me, my friend, Wendy Roberts, tagged me with a meme, so I don't have to come up with content for today. So here goes:

What is your favorite “pig-out” food?

Wow! This one is tough. I’d have to say it’s a toss-up between nachos and pizza. (with chocolate after, of course)

Of all the airports you’ve been in, which one would be the best one in which to be stuck for 12-15 hours?

Ugh – airports. The problem I’ve found with most airports is that they haven’t adjusted to new security codes so all the good stores and restaurants are on the entry side of security. With some lines taking an hour or more to go through, you can’t afford to tarry on the wrong side of the security gate, so I miss most of the good shopping/eating. DFW (in Dallas) has done it right – the best eating/shopping is INSIDE security and there are air trans to take you to other terminals – still INSIDE security.

Ultimately, though, a first class seat is far more comfortable than any airport seat and you get free drinks. So if I had to be anywhere for 12-15 hours, I’d rather be on the plane sitting in first class. :)

If you were in a “Noah” situation, which animals would you take with you? Which would you leave behind?

Well, heck, I guess you have to take them all or you crash the eco-system. But if you want to pretend that wouldn’t happen, then I’d take my Sheltie, Bogey, and a good mate for him so we could have little Bogey’s, my cat Vinnie, the metrosexual and a bunch of chickens. Why chickens you ask – food factory. You get eggs until they’re too old to lay, then you get fried chicken.

I’d leave politicians.

Think back to your childhood. What was something you were looking forward to doing/being as an adult? Have you done/been it?

The first thing I wanted to be when I was an adult was a jockey. Well, I’m 5’8”, so that’s probably not going to happen. But I’ve ridden a few horses in my day.

Which one entertainer would you like to have attend your funeral?

Johnny Depp doing Captain Jack


I tag Kelly Parra (I can't wait to hear who she'd want at her funeral)

Have a great weekend, everyone!!!!!