December 12, 2007

In Which I Am Certainly Not to be Trusted. SO Here is Sara. Trust Her.

If YESTERDAY had been Monday, which I was absolutely certain that it actually was, ALL DAY I was certain, then YESTERDAY you would have read a blog entry from me over at A good blog is hard to find but, see it WAS NOT Monday. Aye! There’s the rub!

WHY WHY WHY am I SO hopeless?!

Somehow, Monday got eaten in the shuffle of packing and leaving town. Before I LEFT, I checked, my calendar, and it SAID post on Monday., and I wisely nodded at it, and it was already MONDAY, see? SO by the time I sat down to WRITE the entry, my posting time had just ended. Heh.

ANYWAY, I did not let that stop my writer’s week. I have been up working since four am, VIRTUOUSLY tippy tapping away and making myself giggle with completely inaapropriate Trojan Magnum jokes, with only a short break to ride ponies at lunchtime, and the idea of trying to write a coherent blog entry NOW< after mroe than 10 hours fo work, makes my brain try to leap out of my ear and creep away, whimpering. I need to GET THE HECK AWAY FROM ALL KEYBOARDS. Immediately.

SO, instead of blogging, oh beloveds, I am going to the kitchen, armed with ice and sliced fruit, to make up a BRAND NEW DRINK that involves HYPNOTIQ! As soon as my legendary mixology skills create a triumph of modern cocktailitude, I will begin pouring with a liberal hand and we shall eat chicken wings and read gossip magazines until time for Project Runway.

Psst. Did you HEAR ME? About the WORKING since 4 am? YES! I WOULD LIKE MY HAIR PETTED NOW! THANKS!

SO. Here is Sara Gruen
blogging for me, and she would like to point out that I am A BAD TITLER because the last entry was called “Pony-Keg. Not in that Order.” Actually, that *IS* absolutely the correct order. PONY! Then Keg. Never Keg then Pony. Pony was lunch. Keg is NOW.

Here’s Sara:

Joshilyn asked each of the retreated writers to write two paragraphs for her blog. I'm
going to sneak in a third.

Today we rode BEFORE drinking blue drinks. We rode hard, and we rode
well enough to get Actual Cardiovascular Workouts, and we're all on a
horsey high. The spare mare is beginning to bend to the rail, albeit
grudgingly, and she is decidedly NOT HAPPY when Tia, the princess mare, is in front. I
sincerely suspect she has donkey in her lineage.

And now for something completely different. My sweet little kitten, Possum,
escaped for two hours the other day, and came home...a woman. All
of our cats are indoor cats, and all but Possum are fixed, so we
figured there was no great rush because no one here can do her any
harm. But. She got out for two hours a couple of nights ago and now
she's essentially pole-dancing. Joss and I came up with the following
gem last night:

Possum
Gotsum
Lost her blossom.
Awesome.

But I'm more than a little afraid that maybe her boyfriend/Baby Daddy
is a bobcat and then what will I do?

Okay, I ran to even more than three paragraphs, but Joss is the one
making the blue drinks, so blame her.

xxSara

And now you see why Sara and I are not PROFESSIONAL poets.

Posted by joshilyn at December 12, 2007 4:57 PM
Comments

Dude, I need to write a book. Just so that I can go hang out with you in the land of blue drinks and kitty porn poems.

Posted by: Mir at December 12, 2007 5:20 PM

ME too! Blue drinks and kitty porn! Please let me be your friend. I so would have petted your hair just like Kathy Griffin did to Celine Dion.

Posted by: timmi at December 12, 2007 5:31 PM

Up since 4 AM? Oh my goodness, Peach, how fabulously devoted to authoring you are!

*pet pet pet pet*

That link to the vodka stuff is not to be looked at if you are even remotely unstable, as I am. Is it lovely wonderful stuff?

And Sara, congratulations on being a kitty grandma...I think. I suspect Possum will present you with extraordinarily beautiful kittens that will immediately attach themselves in your heart with their little velcro-like claws. Your heart and your drapes, that is. But congratulations anyway!

I am far too old and out of shape and overweight to ride horses, but I used to do it and I loved it and I miss it, so ride again for me, please!

Posted by: Fran at December 12, 2007 10:43 PM

*is totally jealous*

Man, but kittens grow up fast these days. Can't turn your back on them for a minute. But they make for interesting poetry.

Posted by: erinanne at December 12, 2007 11:44 PM

Kitty Porn, whoa those are some potent blue potables.

Posted by: Cele at December 13, 2007 1:50 AM

Pony was lunch? Ewwww. Didn't know you writer types were going to go all wildnerness survival-y on us.

Actually, it does sounds like lots of fun. Except that now you'll all be so sore from the pony rides that you won't be able to sit in the chair five minutes tomorrow!

Posted by: Leandra at December 13, 2007 6:05 AM

Too. Much. Fun.

Posted by: linda at December 13, 2007 10:05 AM

Can I come with you to Sara's and do the cooking for you? I can keep an eye on possum. I can drink blue drinks. I don't ride horsies, but I make good biscuits.

Posted by: Rhonda at December 13, 2007 10:11 PM

Oops, sorrry, I forgot to capitalize Possum. Sorry Kitteh.

Posted by: Rhonda at December 13, 2007 10:12 PM

Possum can still be spayed. Any vet will do it for you to stop the overpopulation. Cute poem though.

Posted by: Heather at December 13, 2007 11:29 PM

It's weird to read this post because last week I read both "Between, Georgia" and Sara Gruen's "Water for Elephants". It was obviously vacation week--I can't normally scarf down 2 novels in a week, but I embrace the opportunity when it presents itself.

I had already read and loved "Gods in Alabama", and that's why I chose to buy Between. But, Gruen's book was purchased on a whim (I liked the cover and the little "tidbit" of info about the book)and it was fantastic.

Cool to read a blog from the two women who made my vacation special!

Posted by: Tristin at December 16, 2007 10:55 PM