I. Hate. Exercise.
I’ve never made this a secret, as my husband well knows. I’m extremely whiny in the mornings when I have to get on the elliptical, AKA Torture Machine (TM).
The TM is in the dungeon basement. It lurks in the center of the room, mocking me every time I walk by it. […]

So we have a houseguest. My friend Karen’s husband, Warren, is staying with us while works and hunts for a house in the area.
Our conversation last night, right after he’s done something to annoy me:
Me: Knock it off, or I’ll name a character after you. Oh, wait, I already did. […]

I saw something recently that said that one in twenty people don’t process garlic properly. The other 19 have the normal problems. Wanna guess which category my husband falls into?
He’s going to kill me for blogging about this. But it’s just. so. bad!!!
The poor guy can’t eat garlic without turning into a human […]

No, not mine! A good friend of mine, Juliet Burns (we became friends years ago when we found out that we both have the name “Ione” in common,) has sold to Red Sage! I’m so happy for her!
Okay, off to the torture machine, and then I have dentist appointments and […]

This has been a crazy weekend. I haven’t gotten ANY writing done, but I’m about 3/4ths the way through the galleys for Riding The Storm. OMG, it’s almost a real book!!!! *g*
I’ve had a killer headache since Friday, so writing just hasn’t been a possibility. Maybe today I can get some in. […]

Taxes have always been a pain, but this year has been extra-challenging, thanks to my writing income, expenses, etc. I didn’t keep track of expenses as well as I should have, and it’s been interesting trying to dig up receipts and crap. Then there’s my husband, who, once he really got into adding […]

So…the torture machine elliptical came on Monday. Bryan spent a couple of hours setting it up, so the least I could do was use it.
Yesterday morning, I got dressed in my exercise clothes, got my bottle of water, and popped a Buffy DVD into the player so I could watch it while I ellipticalled […]

One of my pet mice died last night. Hanta (I’d named all my mice after rodent-borne diseases — Hista (histaplasmosis,) Hanta (hantavirus,) and Buboe (bubonic plague.) I’m thinking she died from a combination of obesity and old age. She always struggled with her weight, so I kept her and her sister, Hista, on […]