Long Cool Woman

The Hollies’ 1972 hit Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress, has always fascinated me. Until very recently (today, August 5, 2020, at 6:45 a.m.), I only kind of understood the lyrics.

Some dude working undercover for the FBI was in a club when all hell broke loose, and there was a pretty, tall woman wearing a black dress involved somehow.

Turns out, I was mostly right, but I always thought there was a bouncer involved and that the woman was also working undercover for a rival organization, maybe the KGB or the CIA, and was leading our hero on so that her side could triumph. In the end, I thought the two of them agreed to work together and lived happily ever after. My imagination filled in the blanks.

This morning I found a YouTube version of the song with lyrics. Now, 48 years after the fact, I know the whole truth and nothing but the truth. What a great song.

Peace, people!

Too Hot to Handle?

A couple of days ago I used a photo of the cover of a vintage western romance as an illustration in a blog post. (Link below)

A friend asked if this was the cover of an actual book. I wasn’t sure, so I googled it. And it is, indeed an actual book. Guess who ordered herself a copy?

I’ll keep you posted.

Peace, people

https://nananoyz5forme.com/2020/08/02/girl-crush/

Punctual

Late Friday afternoon I received a text from my dentist’s office reminding patients of all the safety precautions patients needed to abide by during an appointment. Instantly I thought my appointment must be imminent. I looked through my calendar, though, and couldn’t find an entry.

I left a message with the dental office saying I’d apparently neglected to enter the date and time for my appointment, and asking them to contact me with that information when they opened on Monday.

Over the weekend, though, I began thinking that my appointment was for early morning on August 3, so I set an alarm and was at the dentist’s office a few minutes before eight this morning, prepared to wait awhile in case my appointment was at nine. As soon as I parked my car I called the office number.

“We just listened to your message,” the voice on the other end said. “Your appointment is for November 4, at 8 a.m.”

I don’t think I’ll wait around that long.

At least I wouldn’t have suffered the fate of these dinosaurs.

Peace, people.

Girl Crush

In my never ending quest for sexy musical inspiration for my romantic novel I discovered the absolutely delightful song, Girl Crush by the group, Little Big Town.

Even if you’re not a fan of country music, I think you’ll get a kick out of this song. Not only is it sexy, it’s also adorable and a little heart-breaking. I want to scream at the singer, “just be yourself!”

Loved this book cover!

Peace, people!

Lay, Lady, Lay

My cousin, Effron White, is an accomplished singer/songwriter in Nashville. He’s also a big Bob Dylan fan, and recently posed the question on Facebook, “What’s your favorite Bob Dylan song?”

I’m not that knowledgeable about Dylan’s body of work, but me being me, I had to weigh in. My choice? Lay, Lady, Lay.

Why? Because it’s one of the sexiest songs ever, and as I attempt to write a light romance novel, I’m in need of some sexy inspiration. The song paints quite a picture. Just close your eyes and listen.

Oh, and check out Effron White at Effronmusic.com.

Peace, people

Paper or Plastic?

Today is the 44th anniversary of the day Studly Doright and I said our vows in front of friends and family members at a small Baptist church in Dumas, Texas.

I’ve had his gift for several weeks and will give it to him tonight. This morning, though, I was curious as to what the prescribed gift for the 44th anniversary might be. Maybe, I thought, I’d pick up something that fit the bill in addition to what I’d already bought.

Imagine my surprise when I realized I’ve been celebrating our 44th anniversary nearly every day since we said “I do!”

I should start saving up for next year right now, though. Probably can’t get a sapphire at the Publix store on N. Monroe, either.

Peace, people!

Illegally Blonde

Several years ago while on a motorcycling adventure I, along with some of my dearest friends, went on a shopping expedition in Charleston, West Virginia. At one point we found ourselves in a wig shop, and we all took turns trying on different styles and colors.

While I hadn’t forgotten about the day—it was so much fun—I had forgotten there was photographic proof of our wig adventure. Thank goodness one of my friends saved photos of the day for posterity. I have to admit that at first I didn’t recognize myself as a blonde. What do you think? Should I invest in a blonde wig?

Don’t hate me because I’m goofy looking.

Peace, people!

What Say You?

Charcuterie Board or simply Charcuterie?

I posed this question on a Facebook page that deals in words and usage, grammar and the evolution of the English language. It’s one of my favorite Facebook pages; although, I’m often reluctant to pose a question because some of the respondents are language snobs.

One would hope that those who follow the page would be helpful and courteous, and most are, but there’s always one negative Nellie or Neddie who feels the need to disparage others for their questions or misunderstandings.

My question today was well-received, and I had some great answers. Most said that they used the menu as their ordering cue. I’m attempting to work the term into dialogue in a book, so I didn’t have a menu on hand; although, now that I think of it I could always google a local wine bar’s menu to see how it’s listed. Duh!

One person, though, told me to always include the word “board”; otherwise, they’re likely to just put the meats and cheeses on the table or even in one’s hands. I felt certain she was joking, but then a couple of others said the same thing. Really? surely this isn’t a thing. And if it is, ewwww.

Peace, people!