Memories of the future

Morning, sweetie darlings. It's November 16 and as you allll remember, right, wink wink hint hint, I'm a guest on Desiree Holt's blog with a post so hot, Blogger decided to censor it a bit and post it in magic ink. (You have to paint over it to be able to read it. Or is it just me, can you tell me? I did try every browser in the house and it still looks odd. Yes, I alerted Desiree, but until America wakes up, not much can be done about it. Off painting you go!)

On Monday, I'm stopping by Cassandra Carr's blog and talking men, and next Friday (the 23rd) it's Dita day once again at 69 Shades. You might want to start sharpening those elbows. Since it is Black Friday and X-mas is a mere month away, I thought we'd go XXX-mas shopping.

Sexcellent weekend, dearest denizens! If you can't be good, be careful.

Whole lotta shakin' goin' on

How are you, sweetie daaarlings? Has your September got off to a good start? Have you had a chance to pick up Perpetual Pleasure yet? All those running for cover...you know what's coming, don't you...bad boys and girls, go to my room!

The new school year has meant peace and quiet during the day. And a whole lot of running around in the afternoons and evenings, but one has practiced so it's ok, and the extracurricular activities are such that it's more fun than work, for everyone. Yesterday, my youngest began karate practice and came back from the first lesson ready to take on Chuck Norris. And Chuck is what, 9th dan? 10th? It was a delight to watch, dearest denizens. The sweetest thing.
 
My social and work calendars are filling up fast. In the spirit of going out more often, I've booked some guest appearances for yours truly madly deeply with colleagues you've all heard of.

My guest blogging schedule so far:

Oct 1, Lissa Matthews

Oct 15, Delilah Devlin

Oct 17, Cindy Spencer Pape
 
Nov 16, Desiree Holt (The Holt! What shall I wear? What shall I wear?!)

Nov 19, Cassandra Carr

I'm already sketching out those posts. I hate nothing worse than cooking up something at the last minute. It can end well, stellar even, but when it doesn't, when you're not feeling it, it ain't pretty, and one only has oneself to blame for that. (And what's with the transatlantic English today? Shape up, Dita!) I'll do my best to make it worth your while, sweetie darlings. Keep it fun and real, m'kay?

But first, the 69ers and I will take over the Erotic E-loop at Coffee Time Romance on September 19th. There will definitely be book talk and probably men talk and sex talk and who knows what talk! The only way to find out what goes down is to show up, so come on over when you have a moment. My carriage is always the first one to turn into a pumpkin, stupid time difference, so I'll be there early on.

But even before that, I'm blogging at 69 Shades on the 8th, as usual. See you there on Saturday! To pass the time, go pick up the free reads (and check out the discounts!) at Ellora's Cave. Then think how much money you just saved and become a patron of that Parker girl, Dita I think her name is. Or words will be had in my room, where I sent you earlier, remember?

Oh you'd like that, huh? Not when I'm sitting on you and you don't know what hit you. Oh you'd like that even better now? Then I'm not going to excite you any further by telling you what happens next. And I don't know what factors influence your decision to buy a book, but Glenna says, "Loved this book." I know it's all the rage but just so you know, I didn't pay Glenna to say so.

In the works

Undisclosed desires, or, where did a nice girl like you get a naughty idea like that, aka my Frisky Friday post on sexual fantasies.

Postponed due to a conglomeration of adverse weather conditions, logistical challenges and a meniscus on the mend, aka yours truly madly deeply playing mom, dad, chauffeur, cook, janitor, nurse, and anything else you'd care to imagine but can't help with.

Going live Friday the 27th, aka a week from now, same time, same bat-crazy channel. Until then, think sexy thoughts. (And don't you dare deny you have them because I've done my homework; I just have to get my notes and thoughts in order.)

The final countdown

So. Another judgment day came and went without verdict or incident. I was so relieved, dearest denizens. I had planned to impress my mother-in-law with a very nice Chenin blanc (organic! fair trade!! save the planet, have some wine!!!) that very same Saturday, and what a pity it would have been had we never gotten around to it, it was delish! [Have I told you how my mom-in-law is the greatest? She is this simply great teeny-weeny woman.]

Some might disagree about the wine, or the apocalypse. I'm not being cavalier or callous about it, oh no no no. Serious business, both the grapes and the grapes of wrath. It's the end of the world every weekend in some parts of the world. Fridays of rage, they're called. Slaying after praying. Come Saturday, it really must feel like the end of the world for some. Climate and nature acting up, economy acting up, individuals acting up; it's the end of the world Monday thru Sunday for too many.

The Code of Hammurabi is doing well some four thousand years on, give or take a century. As slow as evolution is, we still have great difficulty keeping up and evolving, don't we? It never seizes to amaze me. It's all good and well to learn to think like your opponents do. Start acting like them and, congratulations, you've invented perpetual motion, and that machine will never run out of steam. I like what Margaret Atwood has said on the subject: "An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness." Look at the world down the barrel of a gun and is it any wonder all you see is an enemy.

In other news: Windows is out the window for good here at the den. Before Finland gave the world Angry Birds, Alan Wake and text messaging, she gave humankind the gift of Linux. I promised Hubby that next time my laptop started acting up, I'd convert for good. I am a woman of my word. I am a woman of many words, some of them swear ones as I adapt and evolve. What I need of the olden days and ways is hidden inside my precious in something called a sandbox, I believe. Put that in your W7 and...well, you know the drill.

Breaking news: I'm to be an aunt again, my brother is having another baby! Awww. Since I've decided enough is enough, I'm happy my siblings are younger than moi and only getting started with the business of having babies. I get to enjoy yet another without the hassle of actually having one. Ahhh. [And have I told you how my brother is the coolest? I have never seen him angry or upset. The day I do, I will know the end is nigh.]

Stop the press. We're not off the hook quite yet. Rapture will give it another shot in October, so hurry, sweetie darlings, it's never too late to mend, you know, to make love not war, because a life wasted hating and worrying is a life wasted, is it not, and really, believe what you will, just don't sell or yell, okay, because some are more susceptible than others, and some take things far too literally and/or seriously, and that is a pity since none of us will make it out of here alive, that is one thing we can agree on, surely, so why not put a sordino on the doom and gloom and concentrate on making life livable and bearable and perhaps even enjoyable on occasion, for everyone, instead.

You have five months. Up and at it, dearest loveliest denizens. Go. Before it's too late. Go go go. And the world can't end in October, I have food that expire in 2013! My niece/nephew is due in December, for crying out loud.  If I die before that, I'm going to be real pissed.

Love is in the air

Because I love you and I know you love me or at least you should and if you don't what's the matter with you, a heads-up.

Come visit with the Nice N' Naughty authors this Saturday. I'll be there too with a guest blog post that has absolutely nothing to do with Halloween, promise. Or my apologies, whichever way you swing.

This Saturday. Don't forget! Yes, I know it looks a lot like Halloween weekend. Not from where I'm standing. Can't see it. No. Still not seeing it.

See you then, sweetie darlings!