I don’t think Yankee Politicians know if their bums are on fire. Why? Well, I’ve seen the news stories coming out of the US regarding the bun fight over pollies who want to take a tilt at the top job as President. Lordy, I have not seen so many plastic people in one room unless it’s been in the Barbie section of a toy store. And insincere? Much? I just have to wonder who buys what these people say. Despite their claims, they’re not ‘one of the people’ – they’re ‘people’ are on planet Barbie where everything is pink and men have plastic mounds for penises.

Yes, yes, Aussie pollies are just as stupid. And why should I care what the US does when I’m in Australia? Because the US has the potential to screw up the world by the choices it makes. And let’s face it, that Michelle chick who was obviously ‘advised’ incorrectly about it being Elvis’ birthday and not the anniversary of his death? If you can’t get something that simple right how can you handle money, climate change, war, poverty, healthcare etc? Hmmm….

Seducing Celestine – review…another one…

Amarinda Jones’s SEDUCING CELESTINE is filled with a combination of humor and lots of hot sex….The relationship that builds between Celestine and Nick kept me in stitches. The balance of the good and the bad made this a story I wanted to finish reading in one sitting. The fairy tales of my youth came rushing back in adult form as I read how the hero continually saves the day. Imagine waking up and seeing a masked man above you and feeling all kinds of delish things that he’s doing to your body.

Good and evil, love and lust abound and you don’t want to miss it. I highly recommend this story. Be prepared to laugh and cry. It’s a fantastic read!

So the question I am asked most is she pulling his tighty whities off? Or on? Or just gripping them to keep what’s left of her control? I like the idea of the last.
http://www.romancejunkiesreviews.com/artman/publish/contemporary/Seducing_Celestine.shtml
On Sunday, the local radio station I favour - 4KQ – has a programme called Sunday Morning Sixties and it plays, as you’d imagine songs are from the 1960’s. Anyway, you know when you are hormonal when song lyrics piss you off…

"Cute little pussycat nose" – WTF? No woman I know has a pussycat nose, Tom. Snap out of it. Then there was something about “trading dancing shoes for apron strings” from Bobby or James Darin or someone. Whoever it was – snap out of it too. You wear the bloody apron if you want to eat. This was followed by Lesley Gore singing “You don’t own me.” Damn straight, you don’t. The lyrics …"Flies are in your pea soup baby…” make perfect sense to me in my hormonal state. Why? They just do and shut up. Then there was Elvis with “Can’t help falling in love me you.” Aww…niiiice.

By the way, Elvis is in Parkes (country town) in Australia. They have a big Elvis festival. Why? Why not? I have to admit I love crazy stuff like this. I love people with a passion for something and go all out regardless what anyone thinks of them. I also liked Elvis. I went, as you do when you are in Memphis, to Graceland. I found it kind of sad that we were traipsing through this man’s house. Sad that we were gawking at his stuff. I did not expect to feel that. Anyway some of the spectacular events in happening Parkes during the festival-

- Hunka Hunka" Pancake Breakfast
- TransTank Miss Priscilla
- DinnerElvis Hawaiian Sunset Smorgasbord Featuringdance, sing and look-a-like competitions.Special appearance by Elvis
- Elvis Bingo
- Ghost of Elvis Show
- Cocktails with Elvis Coffees and Desserts with ‘a side of Elvis’
- Set Menu Dinner Dance with Elvis
- Bus Tour To 'The Dish' and to 'Lavender & Alpaca Farms' with Elvis as your Tour Guide – what Elvis has to do with lavender or Alpacas I’m not sure but there it is.
http://www.news.com.au/travel/story/0,26058,23027748-27982,00.html

‘The Dish’ if you are wondering is the big arsed radio telescope that was involved in the Apollo Moon landings
http://outreach.atnf.csiro.au/visiting/parkes/about.html

I have started putting new blinds up today. They had a sale at a large homewares store so I doorbusted with the other insane Sunday morning shoppers. The metal Venetian blinds I have now were ones that Noah had on the ark. I think he got them second hand even then. Anyway, like any good renovator, I am continuously doing the house up as things come on sale. Am I cheap? Nah, just thrifty. So I wandered in catalogue in one hand and trolley in the other and a get out of my way I am here for blinds and I will get them look in my eyes. So I found them – took them up to the counter and went to pay.
Checkout chick - These are Sorrento blinds not Roman
A – It’s all Greek - or in this case Italian to me.
CC – Well you can’t have them at the sales price
A – Why? Foolish mortal I am in the hormonal zone. Don’t make me hurt you.
CC – They’re marked wrong.
A – Oh well, too bad for you but good for me
CC – Here’s the thing, I can’t let you have them
A – Here’s the thing – get your manager
M – They’re marked wrong
A – And that’s not my problem
M – We won’t sell them to you
A – Come with me to the blind section.

No, I wasn’t taking him there to kill him away from witnesses. I took him to show him that not only can I have them because they are marked on the box at that price, their store advertising had it at that price as did the catalogue. I explained to him that a basically he didn’t have a leg to stand on. I worked in a Telephone complaints department, I can coolly point out someone’s error better than anyone. Basically I won because he realized I wasn’t backing down and I got some expensive blinds for a cheap price. I love me. Is it a good thing to be hormonal and be putting up blinds? Sure, because you get to use a drill and no one comes near a hormonal woman with a cordless drill in her hand.

SSShhh…just between us, here is a sneak peak of out next contest. Don’t tell anyone but the next 75 people you see.

What could you spend an eternity doing? What is your passion? Your hunger? Your deepest desire? Each day beginning February 5 and running through February 14 one of the ten authors will complete the line, "My darling I could spend eternity…" on either their blog or website. Collect all ten answers and e-mail them to anny@annycook.com with Eternally Yours in the subject line to win some hot, romantic books. There will be three lucky Valentine winners.
The prizes – 1st prize--5 books, 2nd prize--3 books, 3rd prize--2 books
More soon…watch this space

Anny has more of ‘the best things’ on www.annycook.blogspot.com including a recipe. Now only if someone I knew cooked… Kelly is talking about training goldfish to dance on www.kkirch.blogspot.com ….ok, that could be a lie.

As part of her blog tour author Melissa Lopez stops by tomorrow to talk about her new book Boomerang Love. It’s set in Australia so it has to be good. Am I biased? Maybe…

www.freewebs.com/amarindajones/
Go ahead: Live with abandon. Be outrageous at any age. What are you saving your best self for?

I am doing the guest blogging gig on http://www.totalebound.blogspot.com/ please wander over and take a squiz, leave a comment, shoot the breeze or check out the Jones girl books.

Today…

I wanted a particular job. I went to the interview determined to get it. I charmed the pants off the interviewers. I can be disgustingly charming when I choose to be. The things that come out of my mouth astound me– “team player”- “dedicated to the job”- “sure I know how to use that program (not)” - “no, I never listen to gossip”…you know, the usual stuff....anyway, I got the job. Yay me! But guess what? The job offer got cancelled an hour later due to ‘budgetary constraints.’ Well – bugger. You have to laugh don’t you?

So, I was driving home from work thinking about how bloody funny life is– ha-friggin-ha - and I decided that I take it too seriously. I always aim for stuff I cannot have. It’s a genetic coding issue. I suspect my convict ancestors believed they should have Captained the convict ship over and been pardoned when they got to Australia. We’re just like that. We expect to charm and bluff our way into stuff…probably how the convict ancestors got transported. Though I personally think they were framed. Anyway, this got me thinking about living the simple life – which if you knew me is hysterical as I am not programmed for simple. I am extra difficult with a side order of bossy and ‘oh god, not her again.’ So back to the simple life…for some reason I thought of Star Trek fans…you know Trekkies. They seem to lead these amazingly happy lives dressing up as Captain Kirk or whomever and going to conventions and speaking in Klingon. I loved the original Star Trek as a child. My brothers and I used to watch repeats religiously on a Sunday arvo many moons ago.



So Trekkies, to me, seem to have a good time. They are out mingling, swapping stuff, using pretend phasers and dreaming of beaming up somewhere into the final frontier of space. Good on them. That’s their passion in life. I admire passion. Then I started thinking about other people like Elvis impersonators - sorry tribute artists - and the Kiss Army and other similar groups . These people seem to have a bloody excellent time. They follow those they admire and they hurt no one. So why am I not following some pop culture phenomena with slavish devotion? What is wrong with me? That’s rhetorical by the way. As a demented teenager I once had this obsession with the Bay City Rollers. Yes, go figure. I loved them. I realised in later life when travelling in Scotland, and falling in immediate lust with a Highland god, that it was just the accent that had me. So spill, who did you have or still have a ‘thing’ for? Is there anyone you would slavishly follow with the devotion of a Trekkie? I bet you have someone Miss Molly.



So, it was only a fifteen minute drive home, but I thought much. As I wandered into the local bottlo (liquor store) I came to the conclusion that I probably will just remain the way I am – aim for stuff, get shot down then aim again. You know why? Because it’s so good when you stop.

Anny is talking about romance on www.annycook.blogspot.com. As always she is deep, meaningful and Zen like. I suspect she did not have an erratic crush on the Bay City Rollers when she was a teenager. Kelly, who is no doubt saying – who are the bloody Bay City Rollers – has the next riveting episode of the blog serial on www.kkirch.blogspot.com. I believe she is insane. Just a personal opinion. As always, I recommend the fine blogs to your left. They are wise, odd and funny…but then aren’t we all?

www.freewebs.com/amarindajones/