Back in the heyday of my youth, I must have seen this movie every Friday night for an entire college semester. We brought all the props but I was never brave enough to dress up -- probably a very good thing!
Anyway, this has been the oddest day. Up until about 10 minutes ago, I thought it was a Monday! LOL. Have you ever done that?
Time Warp.
It's astounding, time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely, not for very much longer
I've got to keep control
I remember doing the TIme Warp
Drinking those moments when
The blackness would hit me and the void would be calling
Let's do the time warp again...
Let's do the time warp again!
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Warp again!
It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me
So you can't see me, no not at all
In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention
Well-secluded, I see all
With a bit of a mind flip
You're there in the time slip
And nothing can ever be the same
You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under sedation
Let's do the Time Warp again!
Well I was walking down the street just a-having a think
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink
He shook me up, he took me by surprise
He had a pickup truck and the devil's eyes.
He stared at me and I felt a change
Time meant nothing, never would again
Let's do the Time Warp again!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Review for To Catch A Casanova
Mahaira Fatima just reviewed To Catch a Casanova over at Noveltalk. Thank you Mahaira for the fabulous review!Luke finds himself in an awkward and difficult situation and the way he dealt with it totally blew my mind...I was so engrossed in the story that the first person narration didn’t bother me at all nor did the detailed M/M scene...The secondary characters played a pivotal role in changing the course of the story...Cherie is definitely going to win hearts and loads of new fans for the author. Ms. Scott captivated me with Cupid’s Kisses: To Catch a Casanova and I hope my account tempts you to get a copy of your own!
You can catch your copy at the Total E-bound website or on Fictionwise!
Hitting the Hot Spot
I'm over at Hitting the Hot Spot today talking about whether great sex is a condiment or the main course of erotic romance novels.
And if you pop over there, I've posted a great recipe for one of my favorite condiments!
And if you pop over there, I've posted a great recipe for one of my favorite condiments!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Tag...I'm it!
I was tagged by jj Keller, one of my favorite authors, to answer this meme.
Six random facts about me:
First off...the rules...
a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
This is always harder than it seems. But I'm going to give it a try:
1. My favorite television show is: Medium (with Dexter, CSI, and Criminal Minds as close seconds)
2. My favorite book is: The Princess Bride
3. My favorite movie is: The Boyfriend School (if you want to know WHY I became a romance writer, watch the movie)
4. My favorite song is: Affirmation by Savage Garden
5. My favorite color is: Green
6. My favorite smell is: campfire smoke
Bonus question:
7. My favorite actor is: hunk of lust Keanu Reeves
Now...who to tag? Well, always the rebel, I'll break the rules and NOT tag anyone in particular. If you want to take up the challenge, let me know and I'll pop by to leave a comment.
Six random facts about me:
First off...the rules...
a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
This is always harder than it seems. But I'm going to give it a try:
1. My favorite television show is: Medium (with Dexter, CSI, and Criminal Minds as close seconds)
2. My favorite book is: The Princess Bride
3. My favorite movie is: The Boyfriend School (if you want to know WHY I became a romance writer, watch the movie)
4. My favorite song is: Affirmation by Savage Garden
5. My favorite color is: Green
6. My favorite smell is: campfire smoke
Bonus question:
7. My favorite actor is: hunk of lust Keanu Reeves
Now...who to tag? Well, always the rebel, I'll break the rules and NOT tag anyone in particular. If you want to take up the challenge, let me know and I'll pop by to leave a comment.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Back on the Wagon of Life...
Well, my body has been back in California for a week, but I think I'm still back in Canada. It's been difficult getting back into the swing of things. My house is my own again with the departure of my in-laws, the kids are back on their school schedule, and I no longer have to share bandwidth with hundreds of college-aged computer programmers. So, why do I still feel so...blah?
I think it's because the trip to Canada was the first time I've been alone with my husband for an extended period of time since the weekend we went to Laughlin, NV. and he proposed under the London Bridge. Our marriage resulted in an instant family (my daughter) and almost as soon as we'd tied the knot, we filled out paperwork to adopt "the boys". Before our first wedding anniversary, we were a family of five with all the pandemonium (and love) that goes with it.
I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it is to eat dinner without having to tell son number two to "Sit down", "Just eat please", and "Chew and swallow before you take another bite" interspersed with having to answer the myriad of "Why's?" posed by son number one while trying to pry a sentence or two of conversation out of our teenager as "Fine", "Yeah", "I know", and "Whatever" seem to be the extent of her vocabulary these days.
Caught up in the blues, I often forget how nice it is to not have to rely on an impersonal buzzer on the alarm clock to wake us up. Instead, we get seranaded most mornings at six o'clock with the theme songs for various shows by son number two. I'm also grateful that I'm now so sleep deprived I'm seldom plagued with the insomnia I suffered from only a few years ago. And despite being a teenager, my daughter and I still have a few things in common and to celebrate her good report card we're going to the movies today to see "Horton Hears a Who" and then we'll meet up with my husband and "the boys" for dinner out somewhere...
If you happen to be in the AV eating dinner tonight...I'll apologize right now. We'll be the the family with the two boys who won't sit still to eat and the sullen teenager wishing she was sitting at a seperate table in a different restaurant.
But, I wouldn't trade it for the world...
I think it's because the trip to Canada was the first time I've been alone with my husband for an extended period of time since the weekend we went to Laughlin, NV. and he proposed under the London Bridge. Our marriage resulted in an instant family (my daughter) and almost as soon as we'd tied the knot, we filled out paperwork to adopt "the boys". Before our first wedding anniversary, we were a family of five with all the pandemonium (and love) that goes with it.
I can't begin to tell you how wonderful it is to eat dinner without having to tell son number two to "Sit down", "Just eat please", and "Chew and swallow before you take another bite" interspersed with having to answer the myriad of "Why's?" posed by son number one while trying to pry a sentence or two of conversation out of our teenager as "Fine", "Yeah", "I know", and "Whatever" seem to be the extent of her vocabulary these days.
Caught up in the blues, I often forget how nice it is to not have to rely on an impersonal buzzer on the alarm clock to wake us up. Instead, we get seranaded most mornings at six o'clock with the theme songs for various shows by son number two. I'm also grateful that I'm now so sleep deprived I'm seldom plagued with the insomnia I suffered from only a few years ago. And despite being a teenager, my daughter and I still have a few things in common and to celebrate her good report card we're going to the movies today to see "Horton Hears a Who" and then we'll meet up with my husband and "the boys" for dinner out somewhere...
If you happen to be in the AV eating dinner tonight...I'll apologize right now. We'll be the the family with the two boys who won't sit still to eat and the sullen teenager wishing she was sitting at a seperate table in a different restaurant.
But, I wouldn't trade it for the world...
Monday, April 14, 2008
Back from Banff
I had every intention of blogging each and every day from Banff...the spotty internet connection we had there dictated otherwise.
I've been back for a couple of days now. It's wonderful to be home, but I miss the wonderful views, the walk into town, and room service. I also miss being able to type and think without the constant interruption of "Mom, I want...." But all in all, it's good to be home.
As we walked into town from the Banff Springs Hotel, there was a bookstore. My husband always steered me to the other side of the road, knowing that if I went in there, we would go no further. I tried distracting him by pointing off into the distance and shouting "Oh, look, there's a Grizzly Bear" "Moose!" and even, "Yeti" one day. He didn't fall for it. As a result, we were able to buy lots of souveniers for our family and friends and ate at The Grizzly House.
I had a Buffalo Burger (bison actually) and my husband had steak fondue.
Now, I pictured your typical fondue dish (cheese with meat that you dip bread into). Instead, a very hot rock was delivered to our table with a pile of raw steak. These cubes were plopped onto the hot rock and cooked to the desired doneness (1 min rare, 2 min med rare, 3 min med, 4-5 min, med well). My husband likes his meat "dead", so we cooked it the maximum time. The steak was then dipped into various sauces or hot chili ketchup. YUMMY! If you are ever in Banff, you have to try it. Plus, there are phones at the table and in the bathrooms! On the menu was a map of the restaurant tables and the phone number associated with the location. What fun.
The last day was bittersweet. We checked out early and then had two hours to wait for our shuttle. We walked into town one last time and went to the Whyte Museum of the Rockies. Then, as we walked back, my husband pointed me in the direction of the bookstore! Ecstasy!
I was tempted by all the bestsellers in the front, but instead, I made my way to the local shelf. I browsed books about Canada, Banff, and then a shelf of novels written by Canadian authors. There, I found a treasure.
Grizzly Lies by Eileen Coughlin of Calgary! The book is set in Banff and I read it on the airplane home. I couldn't put it down. The author captured the flavor of Banff and mixed it up with suspenseful tale of murder, poaching, with a sprinkling of romance.
A dead body, a missing eccentric, severed bear paws, a hidden cache of ivory and a hunter on the prowl for revenge …. What secrets connect these bizarre events? Hellie MacConnell must venture into the conflicting worlds of conservation and big game hunting to find the answer before the killer finds her. Hellie retreats from troubled relationships in Toronto to the idyllic town of Banff, Alberta, where life is peaceful and nature abounds. But when Doc Rivard, her landlord and uncle, turns up dead and Hellie’s bear-loving neighbour Arthur Elliott disappears, Hellie finds herself at the heart of a murder investigation. Is Arthur a dangerous extremist who will do anything to protect "his" grizzly bears? Is someone after Hellie, too? And what dark history is shared between Arthur and a visiting Texan hunter? Set in the rugged landscape of the Rockies, Grizzly Lies charms with small-town legend and chills with dark secrets. As Hellie delves deeper into the mystery of her landlord’s death, she must learn to listen to the stories of others, heal herself, and let go of the past
I've been back for a couple of days now. It's wonderful to be home, but I miss the wonderful views, the walk into town, and room service. I also miss being able to type and think without the constant interruption of "Mom, I want...." But all in all, it's good to be home.
As we walked into town from the Banff Springs Hotel, there was a bookstore. My husband always steered me to the other side of the road, knowing that if I went in there, we would go no further. I tried distracting him by pointing off into the distance and shouting "Oh, look, there's a Grizzly Bear" "Moose!" and even, "Yeti" one day. He didn't fall for it. As a result, we were able to buy lots of souveniers for our family and friends and ate at The Grizzly House.
I had a Buffalo Burger (bison actually) and my husband had steak fondue.
Now, I pictured your typical fondue dish (cheese with meat that you dip bread into). Instead, a very hot rock was delivered to our table with a pile of raw steak. These cubes were plopped onto the hot rock and cooked to the desired doneness (1 min rare, 2 min med rare, 3 min med, 4-5 min, med well). My husband likes his meat "dead", so we cooked it the maximum time. The steak was then dipped into various sauces or hot chili ketchup. YUMMY! If you are ever in Banff, you have to try it. Plus, there are phones at the table and in the bathrooms! On the menu was a map of the restaurant tables and the phone number associated with the location. What fun.
The last day was bittersweet. We checked out early and then had two hours to wait for our shuttle. We walked into town one last time and went to the Whyte Museum of the Rockies. Then, as we walked back, my husband pointed me in the direction of the bookstore! Ecstasy!
I was tempted by all the bestsellers in the front, but instead, I made my way to the local shelf. I browsed books about Canada, Banff, and then a shelf of novels written by Canadian authors. There, I found a treasure.
Grizzly Lies by Eileen Coughlin of Calgary! The book is set in Banff and I read it on the airplane home. I couldn't put it down. The author captured the flavor of Banff and mixed it up with suspenseful tale of murder, poaching, with a sprinkling of romance.
A dead body, a missing eccentric, severed bear paws, a hidden cache of ivory and a hunter on the prowl for revenge …. What secrets connect these bizarre events? Hellie MacConnell must venture into the conflicting worlds of conservation and big game hunting to find the answer before the killer finds her. Hellie retreats from troubled relationships in Toronto to the idyllic town of Banff, Alberta, where life is peaceful and nature abounds. But when Doc Rivard, her landlord and uncle, turns up dead and Hellie’s bear-loving neighbour Arthur Elliott disappears, Hellie finds herself at the heart of a murder investigation. Is Arthur a dangerous extremist who will do anything to protect "his" grizzly bears? Is someone after Hellie, too? And what dark history is shared between Arthur and a visiting Texan hunter? Set in the rugged landscape of the Rockies, Grizzly Lies charms with small-town legend and chills with dark secrets. As Hellie delves deeper into the mystery of her landlord’s death, she must learn to listen to the stories of others, heal herself, and let go of the past
Monday, April 7, 2008
Blogging from Banff
All this week, I'm going to be blogging from Banff. Today, I'll link you over to the RomEroticaWriters blog to find out where we're staying!
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