RT Top Pick!!!!!!

Just got the news yesterday - Rumble on the Bayou got a 4 1/2 star review from Romantic Times and is an October Top Pick!!!!!! Check out their website, they have it as a featured book (1 of 4) on their home page!

I don't even know where to begin on how exciting this is. A Top Pick from RT is better than winning the lottery. Or as my friend Ally Carter said once about something great in her life - it's like God promising you'll always look good in a bikini. I loved that quote and stored it in the back of my mind to use one day. (thanks Ally!)

So I am beside myself with happiness and probably am not even going to have a coherant blog but I really don't care.

TOP PICK!!!!!!!

Interesting Laws

I just spent the last two days training a client in Indianapolis, Indiana - home of big trucks with the number "3" on them (kind of reminded me of Louisiana). When I was purchasing a soft drink at the front desk of the hotel, I noticed a sign giving the laws for selling alcohol (since they sell alcohol at the front desk of the hotel).

There was something I found very interesting - you are not allowed to sell alcohol in Indiana on election day.

Now, if you didn't sell alcohol on election day in Louisiana, probably no one would turn out to vote if for no other reason than protesting the lack of beer availability.

So it begs the question - what is the intent behind the law?

Don't even remind me that we're talking about politicians and none of them have the sense God gave a goose - we all know that already. But really?

Is it because we don't want to offend the high moral character of those running for office by selling a mind-altering substance on their big day?

Nah, that can't be it.

Is it because lawmakers truly believe people make a different/better/more rational decision about voting when they're sober?

Surely not.

So, any ideas?????????

The Career I Wish I Had Chosen

So those of you who read this blog regularly know that I took a new job with a lot of travel. Which sounds like great reading time, but let's face it, one can only read a book for so many hours while jolting around through space. So I swiped my husband's portable dvd player and have started watching movies on the plane. My selection for my travel viewing pleasure - The X Files, starting with Season 1.

I watched X Files when it was on tv but faded away after DD left. It just wasn't the same. So I decided now that everything is over, I needed to finish what I started. But since there's that whole alien conspiracy thread that ran through every season, I decided I needed to go back and watch from the beginning so that I could get everything straight in my mind. So Season 1 it is.

And that's when I decided that if I had it to do all over again - that's the job I would want. I'd major in biology or physics or some of applicable science, join the FBI and investigate paranormal activity. Would that be cool or what?

Of course, I am allowing for the fact that I could have quite possibly gone out on my first case, created quite a messy dry-cleaning tab and retired in less than 24 hours. But you never know. Heck, I've done all manner of extreme sports. Would chasing an alien spacecraft wearing a business suit and dress shoes really be that out of the question?

Tired of Complaining.......BUT

I know you're probably all tired of hearing me complain about by traveling woes, but I can't help it. I have another couple of complaints. I think the problem is that I'm a anal-retentive organized and highly efficient person and the one thing I can't stand wasting is time and energy because I don't have enough of either to waste.

So I returned from San Diego today and here's my couple of problems.

1. My flight left at 6:15am and the airline instructed me to be at the airport by 4:15. So I was in line (like a good girl following orders) at 4:!5 on the dot. Only problem is - the security gate didn't open until 4:45. Huh? I could have spent that thirty minutes having a good breakfast at Denny's instead of paying $5.47 for a small yogurt and apple juice at the airport.

2. If you are going to make a restroom stall only 4 foot long, and I am required by federal law to keep my bag in my possession at all times, you need to do one of two thing: make the bottom of the door high enough to close OVER a pull on bag or reverse the hinges on the door so that it opens out. Seriously, if you men out there ever wonder why it takes so long in the ladies room at the airport, it's because we're all doing Yoga trying to get in the stall with our luggage. And there's nothing like using the bathroom with your legs propped up on your bag.

3. If you are going to fly, please come out from under your rock and learn that YOU CANNOT BRING YOUR STARBUCKS COFFEE ON THE PLANE. That's right, you four idiot businessmen who flew from San Diego to Dallas this morning. Even if you bought it at the airport. Even if you're wearing dress socks and have a pocket protector. Ever if (fill in the blanks). NO LIQUIDS ON THE PLANE. The lady at the counter literally said this three times over the PA, then had to tell four different men to unload their coffee. Then they proceeded to complain. Get over yourself. National security is not about one person's convenience and even if it was - it wouldn't be you. You're not important enough.

Okay, enough ranting. I'm off to bed. I leave for Indy on Sunday and have to take care of that clean underwear thing all over again. (sigh)