If We were having coffee: Brilliant Edition


If we were having coffee, I would . . .
– ask how are things with you. How are you having your coffee today?
– tell you that I had the most brilliant idea for an article. EVER. Hopefully, I
can tell you that it’s going to be published to a bigger publication sooner than later.
– tell you that I’m still trying to figure out which concerts, comic book conventions and blog cônferences are possibilities.
– mention that I finished the second book from BookLook Bloggers.
– share my excitement of some interviews that are coming up. I’ve been stalking PR agents around the world. It might pay off someday.
– Tell you that part of my blog domination plan is to be kind to other bloggers and follow them wherever I can. It doesn’t sound very evil but it just might work.


30 Day Yoga Challenge: Day 25 . . . Jedi

Since I have to use some Jedi mind tricks so my kids don’t notice my Yoga session, I found a yoga video about Jedi yoga. How awesome is that?!?

I better hurry before my mom wakes up from her nap or my kids cause chaos in the good living room.

Only five more days to go before I’m finished with this challenge. I might rewardr myself with some Yoda yoga pants.

30 Day Yoga Challenge: Day 24


Day 24 of the 30 Day Yoga Challenge has arrived. I’ve been so busy working on something brilliant that I almost forgot that it’s yoga time. I can’t very well quit now, can I? The finish line is so close.

I have been giving some thought to what I will do after the challenge is over. I’m still going to do yoga. I might mix some pilates or a hip-hop abs routine into the workout also. My kids hate it when I dance in public. Maybe I will embarrass them less if I practice dancing more.

The meditation has been so helpful that I can’t imagine quitting.

This video kicked my butt. It’s a good workout. It’s more along the lines of power yoga. There wasn’t as much meditation as I normally like but it’s still good.

Budweiser, You’re Ruining My Reputation


Dear Budweiser,

If I have to get a dog now, I’m blaming you.

How am I supposed to tell my kids that I don’t like dogs? Now they’re going to see me cry every time the Budweiser commercial with the dog searching for his owner. I’ve been crying all morning.

How can I look my kids in the eye and say, “No. Mommy doesn’t like dogs. We’re not getting a dog.”

Budweiser, you are not helping me keep my reputation of not liking dogs. Traitor.

How can I play the mean ol’ mom role now? They are not going to buy it. My eyes are all red and puffy now. My eyeliner started running and hasn’t stopped.

So, watch this commercial and cry with me.

The Roof is on Fire . . . Again: Daily Post

Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?

This is the same exact prompt as a year ago. Almost to the date. Come on Daily Post. You are getting kind of lazy.

1. My purse. It’s where I keep my autograph book. Oh, and my driver’s license.


2. My camera.


3. As many scrapbooks as I can carry. At the moment, the scrapbooks are in three separate totes.


4. My comic books.


5. My backpack. We’ve been everywhere together since 1994. It’s lasted longer than some relationships.



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30 Day Yoga Challenge: Day 23 already?


I’m focusing. I’m focusing. Ok. That’s not entirely true. It’s that time of day when I need to turn off the social media, get off of the phone and quit blogging for 10-20 minutes. It’s yoga time!!

(FYI: I’m totally distracted by the Rock on the Range lineup. Slash is going to be there. Sooo if you don’t see me for awhile after May, just know that I’ve stolen away in his guitar case.)


Back to the business at hand. Yoga. I need to clear my mind of all things Slash so that I can have a clear mind for the rest of the day. I can’t promise that I won’t think about all things Slash later. Hopefully, I can refocus and think of a plan to do the right yoga pose for packing myself into his guitar case.

Mother Hen: NaBloPoMo

Tell us about your night routine. What is one thing you could never imagine changing about it?


On most nights, I am a Mother Hen.
My nights include making sure people eat, tucking them into bed at night and tracking down whoever has snuck out for the evening. Then I go home and check on my children.
It’s all in a nights work. Literally.
I have gladly accepted the roles of Mother Hen. To me, it means that I have compassion for people, especially the one’s that need more assistance. I’m not saying I don’t get annoyed with anyone. I just pray for patience for about 8 hours.

We all need someone to tie our shoes once in awhile. Someday, I’m going to need a friend to tie my shoes and remind me when to go to dinner. So I’m nice to people in the hopes that my future caretakers will be kind.