Loverly

Rhododendron
Originally uploaded by mimifl.

Pretty stuff, this rhododendron. Can't grow it in Florida, since it's hotter than Satan's south furnace where I live. Lots of gorgeous flowers in the mountains I can't grow at home--bearded iris, tulips, Queen Anne's Lace--but the tradeoff is that I won't be freezing my behind off in February. Nice to look at on a beautiful Sunday, tho.

The Bed List/The Dinner List

DH and I have tickets to the the-ah-tah this evening (actually, to the improv--Dad trods the boards, of a sort, now that he's retired from boring stuff like computer science), so today's picks are well-known denizens of the Great White Way.

BED LIST: TAYE DIGGS



Whoof. Taye Diggs is gorgeous. Great smile, bod that looks carved out of something permanent, like rock, but delicious, like Godiva dark chocolate. This is the man Angela Bassett flips for in How Stella Got Her Groove Back, and no wonder. He makes an appearance now and then as the MC in the film version of Chicago, but you'll really be able to catch his talents in the film version of Rent, which will be released in November. Too bad he's married--to the Tony-award winning star of Wicked, Idina Menzel--but rowrrrr just the same.

DINNER LIST: NATHAN LANE



This man could read the phone book and make me laugh. Incredibly talented, funny, smart, Nathan Lane is the total package. One of the few men on the planet who can upstage Robin Williams. Got kids? You know him as the voice of Timon ("What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?") in The Lion King. He's currently filming The Producers: The Movie Musical after a faboo stage run with Matthew Broderick, and he and Matthew Broderick will star in a revival of The Odd Couple, with Nathan as Oscar and Matthew as Felix (if you can imagine Ferris Bueller as the fussy one!).

This Is the Life

Blue Valley
Originally uploaded by mimifl.

Here's what I've been up to the past few days--relaxation, North Carolina style. The 'rents (dad and stepmom) have a gorgeous house in Highlands, NC, so DH, the kids, and the dog and I are living the high life (Elevation 4118+, since they're at the top of Horseshoe Mountain). Gee, I'd HATE to wake up to this view every day.

The Tile Queen!

Backsplash
Originally uploaded by mimifl.

Except for a line of caulk and some general cleanup (note to self: keep the grout WET so it doesn't dry in the crannies of your lovely tile), the backsplash is finished. I'm rather impressed with myself. I told DH it looks like rich people live here. His response? "Rich people could afford a maid."

He has a point.

The Bed List/The Dinner List

I don't know what it is about the British Isles, but they can churn out some fine looking men! Today's selections hail from Wales, a tiny country that was most likely home to King Arthur and the whole reason that we include "sometimes Y" in the vowel list. Welsh men to die for:

BED LIST: IOAN GRUFFUD



That's YO-an Griffith to you and me, thankyouverymuch. DH and I and the kids were treated to some sneak preview tix for Fantastic Four last Thursday, so I got plenty of time to watch Ioan work that blue bodysuit. Fantastic! He does an American accent very well, but you know the Welsh lilt has to be the parlance for the boudoir. Friends tell me I must check out his performances in the Hornblower series on A&E. Master, Command me!

DINNER LIST: SIR ANTHONY HOPKINS



Here's a man as erudite as he is talented. Sir Anthony isn't one to lord his achievements over others; he prefers to be called "Tony." His silky voice creeps in every time I spot a bottle of Chianti on the shelf (The Silence of the Lambs, anyone?), and his presence in a film is always welcome. He's interesting to watch, and would be doubly so to talk to. Chianti, Tony? (No liver or fava beans for me, thanks.)

Happy Anniversary to Me!

Ten years today.

My youngest sister, who got married last year, asked me for advice on making it last. Not that I'm an expert, but here's what I told her:

Patience, my dear, patience. Plus humor and a shared outlook, and a willingness to overlook (forgive) the little things that drive you nuts. Brains on the same wavelength help, too. It's work--good work, and satisfying, but work. Keep studying, Grasshopper... ;-)

Here's to ten wonderful years, and many more.

Same Trauma, Different Week

Agent emails me: We haven't received Crash Test in the office.

GAH!!!!

I packaged up and sent Crash Test last Thursday, 2-day air by FedEx After the US Mail trauma and UPS delivery issues, I figured third time was a charm. Wrong again, fluffy. So I get on the phone with the nice man who sent it off, we run a tracking number check, and it got there last Friday. Signed for by the receptionist.

Double GAH!!!

All I can figure (pray) is that Crash Test is flirting with slush pile manuscripts, trying to pick up some anonymous big-city action before having to parade itself around to a bunch of publishers. At least, that's what I hope is happening. Go ahead. Sow your wild oats. Ink. Whatever. Just get the job done, 'kay??

Boots on the Ground

Little brother is home!!

We finally got the call saying that baby bro, the MP who's been in Iraq since January, is home for some R&R. He's stateside for a couple of weeks, then back on the transport for another trip to the desert.

While he's here, we'll marvel over the 30+ pounds he's lost thanks to the heat and the Army food. We'll hug on him and be glad he's here to hug. We'll relax for the two weeks because we can.

And in two weeks, we'll be back on tenterhooks. They're moving his unit to Mosul.

Happy Independence Day to us. Sure hope this is worth it.

All Systems Stop

This is definitely one of those weeks where nothing's going right. I'm mid-project for my chapter right now (a guide entitled The Successful Synopsis: Finaled, Agented, Sold!, which will be available at RWA's Moonlight Madness bazaar in Reno, then from the CFRW website after National), and of course, I can't line up all the information I need to put the darned thing to bed.

Then, after moving every stick of furniture out of my living room--which entails stacking all of it in my dining room and office so you can't move in either room--so DH can rip up the destroyed carpet (three hurricanes, two weeks without power or A/C during a Florida August, two kids, and two dogs can do that to you) and prepare for our new wood floors, Home Depot says "Oh, wait, that order won't be in until next Wednesday."

Pause for steam to clear from ears.

Oh well. The concrete's clean. When the flooring finally does get here, we can throw down, move the furniture back in, then tear up the dining room and do it all over again. At least we'll have the rest of the wood ready to go.

Do I have to mention that the writing has gone out the window? I'm the literary version of Lily Von Schtupp right now: "Everything above ze vaist ist KAPUT!"

The Bed List/The Dinner List

Why are we always drooling over movie stars? (Duh, mimi, movies are a visual medium...). No matter. To my knowledge, today's choices have been together in only one film, but it's worth it. Put Gods and Monsters on your Netflix queue immediately. It's no popcorn flick, but it's amazing. The selections:

BED LIST: BRENDAN FRASER



Forget universal health coverage; Brendan Fraser is the reason one might seriously consider moving to the Great White North. He got our notice as pure Hollywood beefcake (Encino Man, George of the Jungle--hey, don't knock it; Mr. Man looks ummph!! with his shirt off!), kept our attention with comedies like Blast from the Past and popcorn flicks like The Mummy, and earned our respect with Gods and Monsters. He's a good guy with a great face. And bod. O, Canada!!

DINNER LIST: SIR IAN MeKELLEN



Sir Ian is a brave, outspoken advocate of gay rights. That might be off-putting to some, but I admire him for it. He's a thoughtful, intelligent actor who knows how to pick a franchise, too (Magneto in X-Men? Gandalf the Grey? Hello??). Something tells me conversation with Sir Ian would last well into breakfast.