Playing catch up or how to dream you are writing...

no that's not me...but it's where I do my best writing.

Fear not faithful readers,(all 3 or 4 of you or maybe 17? LOL) I will be posting a crap-ton on Thursday and early Friday. I apologize for the delay but am trying to get a bunch of writing done on the book before I take 4 days off.

It's never good to write with a drink in your hand or a house full of fantabulous people, so I will on a break. Books downloaded on a disc and files are hidden in the computer too in case anyone at the beach decided to try and get a first look at the roughness, Plus internet is spotty at best. I will catch up to day 18 or 19 before I leave. Plus a blog about something... not sure what yet. 

I have so much going on in my head right now that I woke my self up from a dream last night and started writing. I love it but wonder how I am going to do it all when I get a full time job. No matter, the book will be out by October of this year! Come hell or high water... Check back Thursday afternoon for postings.

And now I bring you, a moment of Zen

Happy Margarita day or why can't I find a guy like Jimmy Buffett

"If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain."~Jimmy Buffett

Ahhhh a little Buffett always makes it better. So today is Margarita Day. As far as fake holidays go (yeah I'm looking at you Valentines day, and you too groundhog day) I can get on board with this one. I do love me a margarita - on the rocks please, with salt on the rim and a fresh lime on the glass.

Serious refreshment

I am a bit of a puritan about it - no frozen ones for me - they give me brain freeze. Good tequila please, save that bottom shelf rot for a newbie. No flavors either - no strawberry margarita and definitely no peach one. I am not a fan of anything peach in my drink actually.

Now I have to admit, they do give me a bit of agita (yes I am irish and that is an italian slang... deal with it LOL) after a few. Lately, I have become a huge fan of Bethenny Frankel's Skinny Girl Margarita. It's light and real. Excellent tequila, a touch of lime, a drop of triple sec. Pour it over ice, straight from the bottle and enjoy! I Love it! Sometimes I may add a little club soda, cause I like my drinks bubbly, but other then that just a lot of ice and some salt are all I need. And I can drink it and be agita free.

Even the bottle is awesome!

And tequila may not make me take my clothes off, but it sure as hell makes me tell you whatever you want to hear - as long as it's the truth. I have a tendency to lose the little white lie gene when I  drink with my friends "Cuervo & Patron". So if you really want to know if those jeans make your butt look big, or if your boyfriend is right for you then feed me tequila and ask away. My own little "party trick", if you will.

So what does this have to do with Jimmy Buffett you ask? Well I can't drink a margarita without thinking of Jimmy. And then thinking of Jimmy makes me think of his music which then relaxes me and makes me think of ...ahh the beach. And then in my head I am sitting on a beach somewhere, fresh off my shift at that little cantina I own with my latin lover Raoul.  See how I did that? Easy stretch.

So I guess I don't want to find someone like Jimmy as much as I want his soundtrack running thru my life as I run the cantina with Raoul. And it will always be 5 o'clock.