This is just a Fun Friday post, just silly bits about my week, so if you have something important to do, click away now. This seventh week of the year has been a little out of the ordinary for me. I gave up sodas for Lent, even though I’m not Catholic, and in the spirit of Mardi Gras I made gumbo … two days late, but still.
Winter took a vacation from the San Joaquin Valley … no rain and temps around 70° (F). As you can see my nectarine tree started blooming.
I’m not a big sports fan … correction: I’m not a sports fan at all, but I do usually catch some of the Olympics telecasts. I saw the men’s figure skating, women’s skiing, and both in snowboarding. I sort of freaked out my husband with my knowledge of Shaun White. Trivia does come in handy at times.
The LOST episode was excellent this week. Of course, we all know Sawyer will recognize the con. You’re watching this series, right?
My husband tuned in several episodes of LA Ink this week and since we sit in the same room, I got sucked in too. Seeing Kat VonD with all her tats covered for a photo shoot was a surprise. Now, once again, I’m thinking of getting a tattoo. Of course, I’ve been thinking about it for twenty years.
Surely you knew I wouldn’t end this without mentioning writing. I had very little time for that this week, and it was all spent on editing my novel. I’m only a third done, so next week will be more of the same, except, instead of non-writing things, I’ll have critiquing to do for my group.
So, now it’s your turn. How about sharing some of your seventh weekness with me?
Linda Cassidy Lewis 
I gave up tattoos for lent, or the idea of them anyway.
And one could do worse than Shaun White hair: they could have mine.
I don’t know what little pocket of Fresno you’re living in, Linda, but I’m freezing my a** off. burrrr.
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I wrote that post yesterday afternoon, Tricia. You know, when it was sunny and 70, but today is not so bad. The sun is out where I am and the temp will hit 60 for sure. You’re just not in Ojai anymore.
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I gave up food on account of “morning” sickness, watched DVD’s in bed and complained a lot about my boobs being so sore.
I adore Kat VonD. I think she’s gorgeous with tats. She has her own style and personality, which are more valuable than anything else. My 65 year old Aunty has a tattoo. I do not. I guess she has more pluck than me.
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Oh, the joys of pregnancy! 🙂
Kat’s look is growing on me. I’m getting scared. So, what age was your aunt when she GOT the tattoo?
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Aunty was about 62 I think. She’s eccentric, but classy.
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Seventh Weekness: spent it gathering material for any number of putative novels/screenplays/flash and veritably incandescent fiction. Yes, it’s been a pig! Defied certain death on unspeakable roads, stayed in a hotel with no lift (elevator to you chaps) and no reception in the same building, observed the effects of ageing and stress on elderly parents, and survived another set of unspeakable roads to come home. I have tweeted with venom and will blog when able to do so without spitting feathers! No tattoo – teethmarks.
PS Our bobsleigh team capsized, expelling its brake-man and delivering its driver upended to the finish line. Asked later about the risks he said ‘It’s bobsleigh, not ballet dancing; of course there’s risks!’. The man’s from Yorkshire, we make ’em tough up there.
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Ah, now, isn’t that a great quote! It reminds me that I declared this my year of risks. I’d better get on that.
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