Are you still reading this?

Bless all of your hearts.

To answer your questions:

Lil Mouse asks:
So who/what would you rather do? Spend a night with your ex husband, or lose a body part? Your choice on the body part. ;-) See I gave you an easy one !

I'd lose a toe. Or a, you know, arm. Whatever. I wouldn't spend the night with him.


Lynnbug asks:
Grits or Hashbrowns?

Hashbrowns! Maybe! Because believe it or not, despite the fact that I am a Southern girl, born and raised? I've never had grits in my life.

Don't shun.


zentmrs asks:
My question is (and I know this is going to sound the opposite of the way I mean it, but I'll go ahead anyway) - what gave you the idea that you could write a book? And by that I mean, I have dreams of writing books. Maybe lots of us do. How did you make that dream into a reality? How did you find the courage/discipline/? to actually do it? I'm totally impressed by that I have to tell you. You do rock.


I don't know?

I don't know what made me think I could do this. In case it's not obvious, I sort of suck at life most of the time. I fully admit to everyone who will listen that I totally wing it all the time. Self confidence is not my strong point.

But, eh. It will sound hokey probably, but honestly the support and feedback I got from writing in my blog made me think I should maybe give it a try. And what's the worst they could say, no? I mean, I've heard no so many freaking times in my life that the thought of someone rejecting me certainly wasn't going to hold me back.

Oh and for real. It took me less than 30 days to write. It just poured out of my brain. The novel took like two years and it still sucks. This is non-fiction. It's just part of my life and it wasn't hard for me to write.

It was hard for me to live, but the physical act of putting it on paper was no big.

(The rest of it...the emotional stuff...was and IS very hard though)


Maggie asks:
Could you blog a bit more about your working out habits? You motivate me! Seriously!! I wish the season was right for running outside again, boo.

Oh hons, bless you.

Basically I joined the gym that was on the way home from work so I wouldn't have to go out of my way. I hate going out of my way and it's really hard to make excuses when it's right there, you know?

I go to the gym most days after work. At least four during the week, most weeks. I don't beat myself up if I have something planned after work and I don't make myself stick to a schedule because if I try that I get all stressy.

When there I typically do 20-30 minutes on the elliptical, 20-40 minutes on the treadmill, and 20 minutes on the exercise bike. I've increased my speed on the treadmill lately, which is cool. Tonight, for example, I ran at 4.0 for part of the time. I'm not going to tell you how long, because I still suck, but I'm proud of myself for doing better.

I don't go to the gym on Saturday's usually and I don't beat myself up if I don't have a workout. If I really just feel like it I'll use my 30 day Shred or Zumba tape.

On Sunday afternoons I usually work out for about 1.5 to 2 hours. I increase my walking time (I'm trying to work my way up to walking about eight hours for my breast cancer walk in October). I also use the weight machines and lift weights on Sunday.

I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, to be honest. It seems to be working. I don't lose like they do on The Biggest Loser or anything, but eh. Slowly but surely, right?


Tarasview asks:
What is your NEXT book going to be about?

Jason!

Did you have a childhood best friend? What was he/she like? How long did you stay friends?

My best friend through most of my youth was a girl named April. She was kind and had a good heart. She was also way wilder than me.

We were friends for a lot of years and then had a falling out in high school. We rekindled our friendship when we were Seniors, but things weren't ever really the same. The last time I heard from her was in...about 2001 I think. I really miss her and would love to hear from her, but to be honest, I don't even know where she lives now.


Who taught you about God?

My parents took me to church when I was a child, but honestly I think I learned more about God from my great-grandmother who passed this summer.

She was a different religion than my parents (and me) but I learned so much about God, life, and being a good person from her.

I constantly, constantly feel like I fail her.

Favourite flavour of ice cream?
I'm not sure! I love ice cream. Probably something with caramel in it.

how's that?
Quite fine!


I'm tired, so more tomorrow! (Try to hold back your excitement)