Yes, I’m completely ignoring the fact that today is New Years Eve and another year is upon us. Honestly, I usually sleep through the New Year, though if I was smart, I’d be up writing at midnight–you know that old saying about what you’re doing at midnight is what you’ll do all year long….Yeah I so need to stop that.

So, anyway, it’s actually Saturday night–er Sunday morning and I’m up writing *coughnocommentfromthepeanutgallercough*

I shared a snippet with Shelli who said I so write betas. The thing is…I (usually) don’t consciously write Beta males. It just happens. The only time it was deliberate was probably when I wrote Once In A Blue Moon and that’s because the heroine is a total Alpha girl. In the first novella for Make U Sweat, the hero is definitely a beta, though he likes to take control in the bedroom, the second novella…probalby a Gamma though Raine might call his stoic stubborn ass an Alpha–what’s that one for Pirates? I think Cash might have been a pirate in his last life–he’s got the whole loner thing down real well.

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My Mom, Grandmom and her friend came to visit for Christmas, and it was an eye-opening experience. Long story short, after all the festivities, we decided to watch a few movies. Only problem was, we couldn’t decide what to put on. Everyone wanted to see some hunks, but we couldn’t agree on anything. Then the real argument started: Who’s hot and who’s not? Of course, Grandmom had her opinions as did my mom. In the end, they both got me thinking about men I watched when I was just a baby—men who, now that I think about it, were kinda sexy. One big thing I noticed about these men was that they were real. No steroids or non-human sized muscles. Just everyday, average bodies, but there was a quality about them that intrigued me. So here are Mom and Grandmom’s list of hotties from way back when, or as Grandmom says, “Back in the day” in no particular order. (more…)

It’s hard to believe that another year has passed so quickly.

It’s a time to look back on what you’ve done, how you’ve changed, and what you’ve managed to survive.

But I do love the idea of a clean slate.
And it always interests me to hear how people ring in the new…

For example—every December 31rst, one friend of mine always shares a dinner of Chinese food and champagne with her husband as midnight rolls around.  Very quiet, very romantic.
Another friend insists that her significant other be in the middle of…well…  her when the New Year is ushered in.  Yup.  No pressure there…

Me?  I’m afraid I’ve mellowed.  No more New Year’s partying for me.  A bottle of wine or chilled bubbly, a little candlelight, a huge bowl of hot buttered popcorn along with a good movie or series, and I’m all set to cross over from one year to the next.

Do you have a ritual that you follow to bring in the New Year?  Any special plans?

Cos I’m on vacation this week, I’m gonna be totally lazy and just post this. Hope everyone had a great holiday!

Merry Max-mas

Totally stole from SJ ~ ENJOY!

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If you popped over to Sybil’s then you know we posted our 12 Hunks of Christmas Candy.

Now I have to tell you since there are six of us, that meant we could only pick two each! YIKES! TWO HUNKS. ONLY TWO. NO MORE! That means a few ended up on the cutting room floor. My Christmas present to you is….some of my fave hunks that didn’t make the cut…

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Merry Christmas to all! I’ve got a Christmas question for you. I ask this every year and I’m always surprised by some of the responses I get. Okay, here goes. Remember the movie A Christmas Carol? Well, which of the three ghosts would you rather meet? Christmas Past, Christmas Present or Christmas future?

While you ponder that, here are my holiday gifts to you:

1. A great Christmas Test!

2. Try your hand at some Christmas Trivia!

3. Visit Santa’s Secret Village.

4. Match the two Christmas trees.

5. Speaking of a Christmas Carol, here’s one of my favorite moments from the movie:

Because it’s a busy season, I’m repeating a post from last year—with a bit of an update, just to be current.

And since this is my last Chica post before then, Santa and I want to wish everyone a
VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

DECEMBER 1rst:

And so it begins, the busiest time of year for me.  And what am I already being greeted by?  Politically-correct, bleached sphincters who want me to cease and desist from saying “Ho-ho-ho”, because of so-called negative connotations.

After centuries of using this as my calling card, I’m supposed to stop because I might remind someone of foul-mouthed rappers or drug runners?!  Do you see Santa dashing around in showy fur-trimmed clothing, or shit-kicking leather boots, making covert deliveries like some hopped-up bag man and…and…

Hmmm.  Maybe I will try “Hee-hee-heee” instead.  There’s something to be said for progress…

DECEMBER 7th:

The ol’ lady is already starting to ride me about ignoring her.  What is it with women?  Surely she realizes how much I have to do!  But she moans about this, whines about that…”Nick, your practice runs down the chimney are getting soot all over my carpet”…”Nick, you can’t hang with the Elves all day and expect to get any at night.”  Well hell—if you insist on me being so fat, don’t expect me to be able to hit the sweet spot!

C’mon, Gretchen, I know you read this blog.  I never get what I want for Christmas.  I wish you WOULD ride me, baby.  Come play horsey with little Nicky.  Him’s awful lonely down there in that dark red velour.  Don’t you wanna give ol’ Santey a wittle num-num, hmmm??  Those trap-door bloomers might be a little rusty, but Big Poppa’s got just the 3-in-1 oil you need… 

DECEMBER 14th:

The Feds raided the workshop today.

And here I thought joining the computer age would be a GOOD thing.  How dare they accuse me of child pornography?!  Can I help it if millions of kids think it’s cute to send me their naked pictures??  They took it all—computers, disks, wish lists, everything.

But I DID recognize the head agent.  Little Johnny Taylor, all grown up.  Seems to me I still have an old photo of him somewhere, doing peculiar things with his pet pony.

Ho, ho, ho…

DECEMBER 19th:

Special note to Crawford, Texas.  There’ll be no presents for your this year.  Nothing, nada, zip.  You can thank little Georgey Bush for setting up a no-fly zone over his piss-ass chicken ranch for that.

And just for the record—no, he never DID make use of that Dictionary of the English Language I gave him…

DECEMBER 21rst:

Coming down to the last days, and despite dealing with the Elf union, the horny reindeer, and global warming, I find myself becoming distracted.

Her name is Sarina.  And she’s the newest Elf in town.

The workshop’s been all abuzz about her.  She’s a beautiful little bit, quite top-heavy for her height, with the face of an angel and long, golden curls.  Why, when she sat in Santa’s lap to tell him exactly what she wanted for Christmas, it was all he could do to keep from jollying himself right then and there.

But I have a feeling dear ol’ Santa might get exactly what he wants for Christmas this year after all.

And may you get a little bit too.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

Have you noticed that at this time of year - this being the Season of Giving - everything makes a great gift?

I guess I’m weird. I start Christmas shopping in October. Sometimes August. I find that perfect gift early on an save it for when Christmas actually rolls around. So sometimes I feel left out when I see something that “makes a great gift” and I think, “HEY yeah! That really does make a great gift!”

Too bad I already spent $29.95 on that special someone. And then I think, well, it’s only XX amount of dollars. Why not? This is where I fall into the Excessive Christmas Buying Syndrom. Since everything makes a great gift I figure, what the hell. And then I realize my child is completely spoiled and has a pile of presents under the tree. And I’ve way overspent.

But oh well. Christmas is only once a year, right? That magical time of year when Ginsu knives make a great gift. Because we all need a set of knives that cut through aluminum cans (since we do that so often in the kitchen).

Calphalon pots and pans make a great gift - and if you spend $400 you get a free saucepan. You can’t afford NOT to!

Your man’s favorite cologne comes in a nifty gift package complete with aftershave and lotion for the low, low price of $75. But because it makes a great gift you can’t not buy it. Even though you’d only spend $45 on the regular spray bottle of cologne.

You decide to get your mom a digital photo frame but if you spend another $25, you get a free memory card because it makes a great gift.

You remember your friends addicted to coffee and, even though you’ve already bought them a gift, you decided to get a $15 gift card to Starbucks for them. It’s only another $15, right? And anyway it makes a great gift.

But have you ever bought a Chia Pet because it makes a great gift? I’ve never ever received one of these. I can’t imagine thinking, “Hm. Uncle Bob would really love to have a Chia Pet for Christmas and it really does make a great gift,” as I reach for the package with the picture of the large mass of green growing on top of the head of the whatever-it-is.

Can’t think of anything else to get your buddy? Then just go to any old restaurant or store and get a gift card because, as we all know, gift cards make a great gift. (Personally, I love gift cards… it’s the gift you can pick out for yourself.)

What about the gifts that keep on giving? You think people really think that shit when they go shopping? I’m starting to think the Chia Pet not only makes a great gift, but it’s the gift that keeps on giving, too.

You know what I think makes a great gift and is the gift that keeps on giving? This:

…wrapped up under my tree. Yeah, baby. He may look like nice, but I bet naughty is just waiting to come out. And I’m just the gal for the job.

Okay dokey, the pic  . . . well, the true story while funny is not as tawdry as one might think–well we did get two of NRH’s finest and they were fine (did I mention we all stood around giggling like school girls–at least I know I did!) so that’s something! . . . and they did miss the OPEN bottle of Caramel Baileys in the front seat floorboard.

So anyhoo . . . Miss Ames goes to her car to leave the party and is stopped by a ‘Bud (that’s what the Yellow Rose  RWA gals are called–kitchy ain’t it). The ‘Bud has some pertinent contest stuff for her. She pulls her car up next to ‘Bud B and whamo bamo who knew: the car locks–running–smack dab in the middle of the street.

I being the uber-overachiever offered to call AAA (apparently Lynn said to call the fuzz, but I missed that loading my car). AAA, while not quite laughing at the situation, say it will be an hour. Fine whatever. Then 10 minutes later they call back to say it will be at least TWO MORE hours.

Uh, hello, running car, middle of the street.

I call the NRH police. And viola, you can see how that turned out. I will say I feel bad for Officer Dark and hottie. He tried valiantly to get the “snake” (hehe)  inserted but to no avail. So Officer Married but blushes at strange women shows up to give his buddy a hand with his snake, they shove, push, prod, grunt–and we have orgasm er ah entrance. . . .

So . . . I think as prizes were mentioned for bookstore galores, the two winners are . . .  Emma P and Miss Bailey.

Emma, send me your snail-mail addy to denise at denise belinda mcdonald.com no spaces  (B, I have yours) and I will get those out ASAP! MERRY CHRISTMAS