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Thursday, November 09, 2006

Because I was tagged...

Posted by Susan

Okay—per Maureen’s last post, I’m tagged. Five interesting or funny things about myself… Here goes:

I’ve moved 8 times in the past ten years. From Texas to Orange County, Orange County to South Bay, South Bay to Eastern Washington State, Eastern Washington to Seattle, Seattle to Los Angeles, three times in Los Angeles (don’t ask) then back to Seattle. That’s 8, right? Or maybe nine. I’m darned good at the whole packing/moving/unpacking thing. I even have a master list for my change of addresses. With luck, I’m not moving again for a loooong time, but if anyone needs advice on the subject, e-mail me!

I met my husband on-line. Seriously. I have witnesses. I was showing a couple of friends the wonders of chat rooms and the DH sent me an instant message. He seemed normal which, after two whole weeks experiencing chat rooms, was thrilling. We moved to the phone the next day, talked for a week, met the following weekend and the rest is history. We’ve been together ten years now.

Apparently my cat and dog have become brother and sister. Despite a shaky start to their relationship, Jake and Nikki have become family to each other. I never guessed, what with all the chasing and hissing going on around here. But recently I had to take both of them to the vet. I had Nikki on a leash, like a real dog, and Jake was in his carrier. While we were waiting in the examination room, I put Nikki up on the table, figuring she would want to look around. (For those of you new here, Nikki, possibly the world’s cutest dog, is all of five pounds.) Jake’s carrier was open. She walked in, curled up next to him and closed her eyes. Jake rested his head on her and started to purr. It was an amazing moment and I really wish I’d had my camera!

I went to a Tom Jones concert. It was about 12 years ago, in Houston and it was a fabulous night. I knew who he was, of course, but had missed his climb to fame in the 60’s or 70’s. Whenever it was. I only got the tickets to support a charity and had no plans to actually go, but then I did and it was amazing. The whole arena was filled with “women of a certain” age. There were almost no men there. Tom sang his heart out and I was surprised he was so good. Then, about half way through, the panty-throwing started. Now these were new panties and most of them were much, much smaller than the women doing the throwing. But it was terrific. They loved it, he loved and by the end of the concert, he was literally ankle deep in panties. I have no idea how he kept from slipping on all that nylon. It was also the first time I heard the song “Walking in Memphis” which I deeply love.

I have a thing for leather. No, not in nasty way—ick. But in clothing. Tacky, gaudy leather. Lace-up and fringe. Dresses, pants, jackets. Left on my own with a healthy limit on a credit and having just lost 5 pounds from having the flu, I could do some serious damage in a leather store. I’ve been literally dragged out of stores by friends carefully explaining that no, I really don’t have a place to wear a turquoise and red mini skirt with a matching fringe and rhinestone jacket.

10 Comments:

At 9:24 AM, Blogger Maureen Child said...

Damn, wish we had a picture of Nikki and Jake all curled up together. The Hisser making nice with a dog!! Amazing, LOL.

And Susan, one of these days, we're going to let you get one of those turquoise leather outfits!!

 
At 9:26 AM, Blogger Christine Rimmer said...

So kewl about Jake and Nikki. Who knew???

I think I love the leather "fact" best. Oh, yeah. I can see you in that miniskirt, dahling. You're more a classic type, so I'd say maybe nix on the fringe.

 
At 12:09 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

SOUNDS LIKE NIKKI AND JAKE ARE NEW BEST BUDS, AND THAT IS NICE.

I ALSO LOVE TOM JONES, WENT TO SEE HIM ON STAGE AT THE INDIAN CASINO IN TEMECULA, PECHENGA, ABOUT 3 YEARS AGO AND HIS PERFORMANCE WAS GREAT WHAT AN ENTERAINER, AND BY THE BY THEY WERE STILL THROWING PANTIES AND BRAS ON STAGE, ONE WOMAN TRIED TO RUN ON STAGE AND HUG HIM BUT SHE WAS RESTRAINED. SO GLAD I WENT..............

SALLEY, MAUREENS MOM

 
At 1:09 PM, Blogger Maureen Child said...

Hey Mom...next time you try to hug Tom while he's on stage, avoid those restraining hands!!

 
At 1:13 PM, Blogger Christie Ridgway said...

Susan, you wear that luscious leather miniskirt to another Tom Jones concert, of course!

I'm preparing my five for tomorrow, and I'm feeling woefully boring. However, I'll share this now. A few years ago I saw Rick Springfield in concert in Las Vegas and I was probably as starstruck as those Tom Jones panty-throwers. As Surfer Guy and Son 1 and Son 2 were with me, though, I kept my underwear on.

 
At 2:08 PM, Blogger Christine Rimmer said...

Christie. You are not the least boring. Can't wait for your 5.

Says she who doesn't have to think about hers until Tuesday. Mwahaha.

And yes, Susan. That's right. Fringed leather mini, a rhinestone leather jacket--and the fabulous Welshman. What could be more perfect? Just duck when the undies go flying.

 
At 2:09 PM, Blogger Christine Rimmer said...

PS--Hey there, MCM! Always good to see you...

 
At 5:27 PM, Blogger Susan Mallery said...

I agree--if I don't get the fringe, then the leather suit is practically a classic!

 
At 6:37 AM, Blogger Kate Carlisle said...

The comment I deleted was a stupid spammer telling us how we could make $800 extra dollars. Probably involved wearing a leather miniskirt with fringe...

I love Tom Jones. I've always loved him. I worked on a show with him years ago and he's charming and talented and, oh hell, I'm just going to say it...he's sexy! And to indicate my approval of him, I'm making a provocative "kittykat" purr which you can't hear, but if you'll just imagine Jane Seymour's character in "The Wedding Crashers," you'll get the idea.

Aww, seeing Nikki and Jake together must've been a priceless moment for you. That's so sweet!

 
At 7:10 AM, Blogger Christine Rimmer said...

Kate, don't you worry. I deleted that comment forever. I hate spam. Totally. Forever.


A kittykat purr, huh?

 

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