Don’t Blame Me…

Meh. It’s Super Tuesday. I don’t like politics. Mostly, because it doesn’t like me. Nothing much goes right for me when it comes to the economy. I’ll go vote, but I feel really reluctant to do so for some unfathomable reason. Well, the reason isn’t unfathomable actually. It’s because I don’t think it will make a difference who is in office. I think the same living conditions I have today will apply in 4 years. Regardless of who is in office.

This is going to be the first time I’ve walked into a voting booth (they still have those don’t they?) since my daughter was born in 1989. I’ve used an absentee ballot since then. I should have done it this time too, but I think, indecisive as I am, that I need to do it in person. I still feel like I’m dragging my feet though. I feel like I’m going to pay a bill. I guess in a sense I am.

I don’t mind reading about politics. I read the Libertine and he talks politics. I watched all the debates on CNN. It was sort of inevitable that I would since CNN is about the only thing I watch on TV. I’m not afraid to say I’m a registered Dem. I vote my conscience though so if I liked a Republican enough, I would vote for him/her.

Watching the stuff on CNN has made me dislike a few people. Mitt Romney comes off as sleazy and slick to me. Back on MLK day when he was doing the “who let the dogs out” thing and telling that baby he had his “bling” on… BAH! What a loser! I like Mike Huckabee’s smile. I admire McCain’s courage when he was a POW. It would be interesting to see a black man or a woman in the Oval Office. I wonder if either of those two, who would be the first of their kind as President, would make a difference. I suspect not.

At the sim chat this past weekend, I was PM’d and told that I should vote for Obama because Hillary is so hated she doesn’t stand a chance against McCain. My reply was that I don’t vote who I think has the best chance against the Republicans. I vote for who I like the best. I gotta vote my conscience no matter what. Also, in the sim chat this weekend was one of the guys from Del Penn, a residency known for its ultra conservative members. Their token liberal was in chat and told me I need to come around their message board more often. Well, as a California native and a Democrat, they chide me gently there. Gently, because I’m a girl and they like me and I don’t talk politics with them. LOL

So, I head off to their board last night and sign in. The first thing I see is a ProBoards ad for Obama. THAT was amusing. I posted a new topic in their Tavern about how Whirlwind (Jeff) had told me to stop by and when I did, I was faced with this ad. I told them I was shocked to see such an ad at such a conservative outpost. Then I made a joke that the ad was there for The Avenger to use as target practice. I wondered after I posted if they would think I meant that Obama himself should be used by TA for target practice or if they would realize I meant the ad banner should be the target. Sometimes it’s hard to be politically correct. At least I didn’t say that Raider should drag the poor candidate behind his truck. THAT would have been VERY politically incorrect.

Did I say in this post that I don’t like politics? I must have. *sigh* Time to go vote. Indian gaming, no Indian gaming. Sheesh. I feel like a lamb going to the slaughter. Well, I did find a funny picture about voting. I am going to vote. Don’t blame me if someone you don’t like wins. I’m voting for Gary Coleman.

Laters peeps!

Marcus Monday – Volume 2

It’s another Marcus Monday! I have this picture in it’s full form on my desktop at home currently. I like it because, not only does it show his beautiful chest, it shows his hand! Men have to have nice hands for me get all shivery over them. I mean, c’mon, isn’t part of the reason we women like eye candy so much because we’re imagining what it would be like to be with that guy? I can’t imagine it if the guy has ugly hands. No matter how beautiful the man is, if the hands don’t look like the kind I’d want to touch me, he rings no bells for me.

I wish Marcus would update his website. I wish he would work on his MySpace. I put in a request to add him as a friend on MySpace weeks ago. I shoulda guessed that the MySpace would be like his website, neglected. I can only hope the reason for this is that the man is out and about on the red carpet so we can see some new pics of him soon.

Okay, the second installment of the Marcus awards is due today. I’ll give a recap of awards points every 4 weeks until we hit the 6 month mark. At that time, I’ll award the person with the most Marcus Awards a prize from The Bar Store at Cafepress. A nice bookbag or a hat. Maybe a clock. Something, anyway.

This week I’m giving Kaige 2 Marcus Awards. Jennifer Mackenzie, Shiny, BellaDaddy, and Trotter all get 1 each. Everyone had such good comments! Feel free to copy the Marcus graphic if you want to use it.

My final thought for today is a plug for my pal Mary who lives in Flippen, AR. Mary started a blog this week and, as usual, she had me roaring with laughter. You’ll find Mary’s blog at

Have a great Marcus Monday everyone! Laters!

What Andrei Wrought

I started my short story about the woman who falls in love with a model because of his blog. The names may change later and it has no title, but I thought I’d post the first few rough paragraphs. Hopefully, this won’t end the way all my stuff ends…sitting in limbo unfinished because I’m tired of it. LOL Feel free to rip me to shreds all you writers and readers of fiction. If I can make this better through your nagging efforts, I will. So here’s what Andrei Andrei’s blog sparked in me:

The faces all started to look the same after awhile. All of them were beautiful, but none of them were a stand out. McKenna clicked on the ‘next page’ arrow and watched the next set of beautiful faces load on her monitor. She needed a muse in order to begin work on her book. She glanced at her outline again. Andre, the hero of her story, was dark haired, with dark eyes and sculptured cheekbones. McKenna needed a real face to inspire her, so she was clicking through pages of handsome men at an international modeling agency’s website. Thus far, none of the men had eyes that drew her. The eyes had to be just right. She wanted to look in them and imagine them filled with desire. The face itself wasn’t all that important. Round, angular, square jawed…

Whatever, McKenna thought with a sigh as she clicked to the next page. Some of the men on the page weren’t that attractive to her. None had eyes that drew her. She got to the last page without seeing a single man who was right for her character. She eyed the set of links on the home page of the agency and, with a sense of resignation, she clicked to the next agency’s website.

The first few pages of photos were exactly like the countless pages she’d already viewed. The men were handsome, beautiful really, but their smiles were posed and never reached their eyes. The eyes themselves were flat and uninspiring.

Where was the passion, the fire? she thought with a frown. The men were all of Italian heritage, yet not one looked like he had it in him to rip a woman’s clothes off.

Disappointment began to set in, and McKenna clicked through the pages more quickly, barely glancing at the models now. She decided they must all be gay. They had to be. They were so cookie cutter with their beautiful faces and cool demeanor. Thoughts of a grilled cheese sandwich were becoming more intriguing than all the models put together, when a picture in the center of her monitor caught her wandering attention.

The photo didn’t seem as posed as the others. The man in the photo was dressed in a leather jacket and a rolled neck sweater. He was swinging a fine leather suitcase out of the trunk of a shining Mercedes Benz. His face was angular, high cheekbones, defined jaw, stubble on the chin hiding a dimple. He was not much different than the hundreds of men she’d seen already, except for his eyes.

They were crinkled a little at the corners, as if he was looking into the sun, and the smile on his lips found an echo in those dark depths. As McKenna looked more closely at the photo, she could swear she saw little flames in those eyes. Even better than that, the expression in the brown irises made her melt like ice in the sun. Passion radiated from his eyes and face, the desire almost tangible.

McKenna’s breath caught in her throat. Those eyes speared her and turned her into mush. She instantly wished she was the woman he was looking at. Her bottom lip snagged between her teeth as she looked at the name beneath the photo. Raphael Antonelli. Very Italian. Her breath came rushing out as she realized his name was a link. He had a website.

Feeling as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff, McKenna clicked the link. Techno music spilled from her speakers as photo after photo of Raphael Antonelli filled her computer screen. With each photo that flashed by, she became more convinced that she’d found her Muse. When she clicked on the button labeled ‘Contact’, she found an email form and yet another link. Raphael Antonelli had a blog.

Presents from Scotland

So this really hot guy half my age sent me presents. It was totally sweet of him, but he’s like that…obviously a giver. My daughter and I haven’t decimated all the chocolate yet, but it’s obviously been ravaged. It’s funny to us that the Cadbury chocolate bars have different names than they do in the US. Well, they are different kinds of bars than we have too.

The candles, shower gel and scent are all really nice too. They smell a lot like Fallen Angel, this perfume a co-worker brought me from England many years ago. Fallen Angel came from Pecksniff’s a bespoke perfumery. Last year, I contacted Pecksniff’s online in an effort to get more Fallen Angel. No dice. They don’t make it any more. So, I was even more delighted by the stuff Darrie sent me because it smells so like Fallen Angel which I adore.

There was another gift in the package which maybe I shouldn’t talk about here. It was of a… ahem, personal nature. The funny thing is about items of a personal nature… I’ve never been one to use them much. I’ll give this one a whirl though just because Darrie thought enough of me to send it.

I’m much better at giving gifts than receiving them. I’m about to send my Shiny a belated birthday gift, which I hope she likes. I tried to make her a calendar, each month depicting a different character that she writes at the Bar. However, I’ve discovered that this requires high res images and I haven’t been able to get those for all of her characters so I’ve made her something else with her favorite character, Johann Kohl on it. I know it would never top the present her DH got her, a new cell phone, but hey, I’m sure she’ll like it. What’s not to like about a gift with Chris Evans’ face on it?

It’s been a present kind of season from October until now. Jen’s birthday started out October, then Darrie and I had birthdays at the end of October. After that, it was Christmas and now Valentine’s day is coming. Soon, my kid will be another year older! ACK! I so didn’t want to go there…

Well, it was awesome getting a gift from Scotland. I’m not sure how much, if any, Darrie’s girlfriend Nik assisted in the gift purchasing, but MUAH! to both Darrie and Nik. You’re special peeps, and I luvs ya!

Laters everyone!

Thursday 13 the First

What the heck is a Thursday Thirteen? I thought I’d try this to see if I like it. I prolly will. LOL So far, I’ve been enjoying the blogging world! So here are 13 things about me to start off my first TT.

Thirteen Things about Winter

1. I write…all the time. If it’s not the blog, it’s the Bar or something else.
2. I’m Emo… per my kid. She hates this about me. I say I’m moody. She says pfft.
3. I feel old…about half the time. The half where my bones ache.
4. I don’t give a shit about the state of the nation. I only care about the state of my bills vs my bank account.
5. I could probably eat Mexican food every day of the week, and I’m not even Hispanic.
6. I’m not good at parties. I hang out in the kitchen. Can you say wallflower?
7. I’ve been to auto racing school twice. Once at Sears Point and once at Laguna Seca.
8. I learned how to swim (sort of) at the age of 26 thanks to 2 teenagers, Jason Marquez and J.J. Jones. (Thanks guys!)
9. I met the love of my life on the internet at His hair is longer than mine.
10. I love creme brulee. Apparently, all my best female characters do as well.
11. My favorite smells are fresh ground coffee beans and Lovespell.
12. I collect giraffes because of a fictional character who looks like Marcus Schenkenberg.
13. I was born on Halloween.

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