Two of a Kind is now in print at Amazon!
I’m also looking into doing some book signings at Barnes and Noble stores, so if you live in Florida, I may be coming your way!

I got to see Star Trek on Mother’s Day and it was AWESOME. I love that movie. I was in love with all the characters and I think they did a wonderful job developing them. The story was thorough and each and every plot line was complete. I clapped at the end and I never do that. I’ve only been to a few movies that I left feeling like it was more than worth my time and money to sit through and Star Trek is now at the top of that list. I can’t wait to watch it again. Simon Pegg was just as I thought he’d be, perfect. I’m not the kind of person that spoils movies so I’ll just say that Star Trek earned first place over the weekend, fair and square. It should stay there for a long time.

Next month, Wolverine: X-Men Origins is due to come out. Don’t get me wrong, I love Wolverine…he’s dark, and tortured, brooding, and the quintessential bad boy. Yes, I have a thing for bad boys…but honestly, my favorite mutant has yet to appear in any of the X-Men movies…until now. Imagine how thrilled I was when I saw a preview that showed Gambit. He is the first bad boy I ever fell for. He’s got that Cajun accent, a smart mouth, and possibly a gambling problem (he has countless decks of cards on his person at any given moment). My knees go weak at the thought. So, I’m so hoping that this movie got the accent. I have yet to hear him speak on any of the previews or trailers and it’s so close to May first that the anticipation has practically reached nail-biting.
Gambit is being played by Taylor Kitsh. Easy on the eyes, sure, but I can’t stress enough how Gambit, at least for me, is all in the accent. Here’s hoping I get what I didn’t even know I wanted!

BTW, is anyone else anticipating the new Star Trek movie? I can’t wait to see what Simon Pegg does with Scotty. He’s so funny!

This soundtrack is sick…but they didn’t put out a CD! TGFY! (thank goodness for youtube)!

RZA: We Pop

Black Sheep: The Choice is Yours

Public Enemy: Shut Em Down

ODB: Shimmy, Shimmy, Ya

Destiny’s Child: No, No, No

NAS: Made You Look

Wu Tang: Gravel Pit

Destiny’s Child: DOT

Tomorrow will be a book mark for me.

Obama’s inauguration will put significant mark on the time line of my life. From now on, I will have this event to look upon as a full stop in my lifetime. There will be the things that happened before January 20, 2009 and everything that will follow.

Believe me, I am surrounded by people that do not feel the same about this. Today I was told that tomorrow is the beginning of the end. I said, “No, it’s the beginning of everything.”

I got a laptop for Christmas! Now I can write on the run!

Loving it.

Is it just me or is there something so unfair about having a seventy degree day in the middle of December, but its rainy at the same time? There’s no way to take advantage of the fact that it’s summer temperatures in December! That’s so not right.

Right now, I’m a little confused.

My son is in the living room watching Cartoon Network, wearing his Halloween costume (Batman) over his clothes, jumping from one end of the room to the other. I’m telling myself he’s not jumping on the furniture, but lets face it, he’s probably bounding from couch to love seat to ottoman and sticking the landings…but, I pick my battles.

Anyway, in three weeks he’ll be five years old. Three weeks. Five years old. That’s a whole new life; all day kindergarten and soccer practices. My baby is going to be five. He was supposed to be my last child, but I’ve already named the next two children I want and my husband is well-aware. I’m not out on this “more kids is a possibility” limb alone. The door was once firmly shut, even though my heart broke when he was born because I thought I’d never get to be pregnant again, is now creeping and creaking back open. What’s worse, I’m not slamming it shut and pushing a dresser in front of it.

Three women on my street are pregnant, and two more just delivered, seriously, I turn in any direction and I can see their houses from my front lawn. I’m not one to keep up with the Joneses, though. The breeders around me didn’t foster any urge to get knocked up. It’s this Pampers commercial they put out for the holidays! The one scored by a woman singing silent night as it goes through images of the cutest babies of all races sleeping peacefully. One of them is sucking it’s tongue just like both of my kids did. Whenever I see that commercial and those babies with their full cheeks tucked into their cribs, I want another one…so much. I just let myself have a moment to wonder what another baby would look like, asleep in a crib in our house.

I just can’t believe its been five years since I’ve had a baby! It went by so fast, now that we’re staring down the barrel of a fifth birthday, but so slow while I was changing diapers and potty training. I don’t understand why my daughter’s seventh birthday didn’t have this effect on me. Probably because she never bounced on the furniture in super hero costumes. She played quietly and watched Food Network with me. I never found myself wondering how much longer until she was out of my hair for hours at a time.

So, thanks to my son and his late December birthday, I had to relearn some patience. Best believe he’s never missed a day of pre-school, though. In fact, I’m going to have to get him out of costume now so I can drop him off there. Since my daughter is getting off early today, I believe we’ll do something special…just us girls, since her seven years have almost flown by.

My special Christmas story will be out this Thursday, December fourth!

This is the cover for my latest book, available soon at Red Rose Publishing.

Thanks, Celia!

Snow for Christmas