1. I have yet to wrap a single Christmas present.
2. I just realized that I forgot to change the blog back to LISA and Laura Write. It crossed my mind to leave it as Laura and Lisa Writes, actually, who am I kidding? It's Tell the Truth Tuesday. That thought NEVER crossed my mind.
3. We're sending our publicist an engraved beer stein because we're pretty sure dealing with us on a regular basis has driven him to drink.
4. Book bloggers are my rockstars.
5. I'm completely riveted by Camille Grammar on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. I'm 99% sure she's the antichrist and the scenes with her and Kelsey are a hot, awkward mess. LOVE.
6. I keep an ARC in my purse and I've been known to whip it out at extremely inappropriate times. Apparently, my husband's administrative assistant doesn't really care that my book actually looks like a book. In case you're wondering, this officially classifies me as socially inept.
7. I spend 75 minutes getting everyone out the door to go to the gym and (if I'm lucky) get 35 minutes to actually work out. Too bad screaming at your kids to get their coats on or else you're going to leave without them and this time you mean it doesn't count as cardio.
8. I am no longer capable of making small talk. I literally find myself dozing off if the conversation gets too boring. This does not bode well for the holidays.
9. There's someone I desperately want to unfollow on Twitter, but I can't unfollow them for fear that they'll get a Qwitter update and see that I've unfollowed them and know the depths of my hatred.
10. Ben is crying upstairs, but I really want a #10. Hmm...ooh, I know! Sometimes I ignore my crying child in order to blog.
OK, time for your truths. Spill your guts in the comments. I'm waiting....
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1. I have yet to buy a single Christmas present. Don't tell my wife.
2. I'm late leaving for work, and guess what I'm doing right now...?
4. I think it'd be fun if you wrote me into the The Liar Society's sequel. Every sequel needs a snarky, inebriated Scotsman.
0. For some reason, my silk boxers with Dilbert characters on them were packed away with the winter clothes last year. Why would silk boxers be packed with winter clothes? And why do I even own silk boxers with Dilbert characters on them?
`. They sure are comfy, though.
1. I bought way more stocking stuffers for my stocking than my husband's. Most of it is jewelry. I did get him one of those little tools to groom nose and ear hair...
2. I can't stop eating Hershey's Kisses. Seriously. I should stop refilling the candy dish....but I know I won't.
3. I got a holiday card from an ex-friend who doesn't realize she's my ex. Ugh. I deserve coal this year. (But instead I'm getting earrings!!)
Happy Holidays, girls!!
Oh noes. Don't quit me!
My truths today...
1. I found a crumb in between the folds of my shirt. I ate it. I have no idea what it was #damnyouchristmastreats
2. My husband thought he elbowed me last night and woke up apologizing. He actually didn't elbow me, but I like the attention so I'm playing along.
3. I ate my entire half of Pizza Hut pizza last night:/
I have to re-wrap presents that got damaged when my basement flooded. So not looking forward to that.
I keep eating cookies and sneaking them after I tell my kids no.
I ignore my 2 year old when he is screaming in his crib.
My husband keeps telling me all the things that need to be done and I just stare at him. I'm not really paying attention because I know it will only stress me out more.
Have a wonderful holiday!
Am convinced that all I need for Christmas is a trip to Disney with the kids and the hell with wrapping, decorating, baking and gifts! The thought is lovely!
It's a little too early for me to be funny on queue, and besides Simon and Candace do it so much better than I, so instead I'll just tell the truth about something ...
Hmm. I don't have many secrets. We just finally got our shopping done yesterday. I still need one more thing for Kelly, shhh.
1. I stole a present from under the Christmas tree.
2. I am done shopping for gifts and wrapping presents, but now I have to bake.
3. If my husband signs "us" aka "me" up to bake one more thing I'm going to hit him over the head with a sauce pan.
I'm completely finished all my Xmas shopping, bar my grandfather. I have NO idea what to get. At the moment, it's looking like a box of air.
I'm so so so glad my landlord fixed my fly screen as there are mozzies all over it... but outside! Not eating me! Hoorah!
I haven't edited my WIP for almost an entire month. After crazy attemptes to finally finish it, it seems I am a bit over it. Jan, you've got editing written all over you.
Speaking of my WIP, I've been joking to people that if dream agent doesn't take me on it won't matter, I'll just continue down my list of agents. I say this flippantly, as if it's not a big deal. Secretly, I will most likely cry if that happens.
I need to learn how to *not* picture me and kiss-of-the-moment ten years down the track. It scares them.
Speaking of, the person to whose lips will give the kiss I want is currently in France.... :(
Speaking of France, I thought ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS rocked.
I am really just rambling now. Let's see how long I can go on for.
I'm listening to Glee as I type this. SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW to be exact.
Okay, I'm checking to see if my washing is done, and then I'm going to bed.
Speaking of washing, I was talking to my manager today and he was saying he needs to find a girlfriend/wife who will cook and clean for him. I told him no husband of mine is going to do that to me, it'll be 50/50, thank you very much. Actually, I kind of like washing. Yes, this makes me a freak but whatever.
I'm secretly hoping to get a mild case of the flu before Christmas, because my holiday cheer meter is at -5.
also, i pulled myself in the family KK this year and at first it was all 'awesome, i can buy myself a present!' i totally can't justify it now.
so instead i wrapped up four of the most recent YA's i've bought myself.
they include a sarah dessen, a kate constable, a chrissie keighery and a jaclyn moriarty.
i am practising my 'oh gosh! lovely books! what a surprise!' face.
I go through cycles where I unfollow a bunch of people on Twitter. I hope they don't think I hate them! It's just hard to keep track of so many people!
1. I haven't sent any Christmas cards for seven years in a row. Thank goodness for Facebook or people would think I'd vanished.
2. I'm not baking this year. Or maybe I'll just bake all day tomorrow.
3. I check my mailbox several times a day for my ARC of LIAR SOCIETY. (excited? me?)
I haven't wrapped a present yet, either.
I didn't know Qwitter existed. (must investigate!)
I am surprised by the amount of people that I've learned I dislike on Twitter.
(Rant Alert! Hide the children.)
Some authors and bloggers that I once thought I liked, I have found to be rude, snobby, arrogant, vile creatures that I've not only unfollowed, but I wouldn't buy their book if it was 'The Book That Saved Literature'.
Here's the thing with Twitter that I find VERY telling of who a person really is:
Twitter shows not only how many people follow us, BUT, as we all know, also how many people we follow.
Thus, it seems the fragile of ego find it immensely important to have the follow to follower ratio heavy on the side of 'I am so damn fabulous and interesting that I only follow 100 of you lesser beings while 1,000's upon 1,000's worship me'.
I find this fascinating.
Also, I am not talking about famous people.
I am talking about writers that may be agented, but many of whom haven't even sold their book or books haven't even debuted yet. Many of whom I have known and pimped and supported before they had many followers on their blogs.
There are 'friends' among us, whom visit us on our blogs regularly, because they are trying to build their platform...not because they are building friendships or have anything interesting to say.
But, they won't follow us on Twitter. This intrigues me, but not in a good way. (don't worry, LiLa, you know I'm not speaking of you. 'You' meaning either/both.)
I hope they will remember this when those they snub now rise to greater sales and/or critical acclaim.
Because in the end, kindness matters.
I don't give a shit what your follow/follower ratio is, I care WHO you are.
Which is NOT based on numbers.
So, social ladder climbers, check your ego. Don't believe your hype.
Whew. Ends rant.
MERRY holiDAZE!!
Love,
Lola
1) I'm not done Christmas shopping because I believe the pressure of a deadline makes me more creative. In the middle of the night, wadding up 50 $1 bills and putting them in a gift wrapped box for someone seems so much more thoughtful than a gift card.
Maybe the pressure is just making me crazier.
2) My husband has the flu and as I listen to him yak up a lung, instead of feeling sympathetic I am slightly nauseas and starting to panic that he will leave me alone to deal with the relatives.
*fascinated with Lola's post*
I've gone back and forth on following/not following people I don't know very well.
Right now I'm following pretty much everyone who follows me except for the spammers and people who are trying to sell me something.
I get hurt when I follow a blogger I love or even make a comment to them and they don't bother to respond. So that's why I've unfollowed so many people lately.
Dude, I unfollowed someone on Twitter, and let me tell you, my animosity toward them has gone WAY down. They don't get any kind of notification, and if they @ you, you'll get those... Just do it! You'll feel SO FREE.
And that's my truth. Do you hate me? Le sigh. Probably.
Socially inept my a$$. You rock that ARC girl, loud and proud. No one here is going to be hatin' on you for promoting yourself!
I love Elana's truth... and for the record... there is nothing to hate about that one. She's a-m-a-z-i-n-g.
My truth: Sometimes for fun I talk in a british accent. I'm talking completely random and inappropriate times.
Problem: Two of my bosses have british accents. I hope to never slip up around them.
PS - There is something dead sexy on my blog... it's yellow... it has your name on it... and it's 100% gorgeous.
Er, um...I doze off in conversations all the time.
And I just saw Camille for the first time this week. I did not think egos were allowed to be that big...I mean, even on TV. Wow.
I haven't wrapped anything, either. I'm afraid the puppy will eat the presents. Everything is currently stashed in closets!
I SO know what you mean on the "unfollow" thing. But I fear the Qwitter update too. Stinking Qwitter.
Also, um...if it's me, you can unfollow me. I wouldn't blame you. ;)
I haven't wrapped a single present.
I would totally keep an ARC in my purse if I had one. (Yeah, I'm pretty socially inept myself)
You get 35 minutes of more work out time which is sad because I haven't even been making the time to write this month either so I have no excuse. #hangsheadinshame
I wear my emotions on my face. I can't hide them. #neverbeanactress If someone annoys me, they see it. If they say something that rubs me the wrong way, they see it. If I'm pissed at hubby, they see it. My toddler is quickly realizing this too.
I ate stuffed mushrooms left over from the family Christmas party with my coffee yesterday, and for lunch today.
I have been requested to make a pecan pie for Christmas. I don't want to make a pecan pie. I want to make gingerbread trifle.
It's the first day of winter. It snowed for the first time last night and I hate it already.
THANK YOU for posting #10. Now I don't feel so guilty about leaving my own son cry in his crib to finish a sentence (or more)!
I can't do the small talk thing. :P
Also, if I had an ARC, I'd be whipping that thing out any chance I got. :)
I just unwrapped a Christmas present early.
I have no idea what the mystery smell in my fridge is. I fear I'll find out soon.
What gifts have been wrapped, have been wrapped by my oldest daughter.
I eat my chicken sandwiches with honey instead of mayo.
I don't wear hats because they make my head look horsey.
Wondering how many people (besides me) wondered upon reading your Twitter truth if you meant them.
1. I am yet to wrap a present. Christmas or otherwise.
2. I gave an unwrapped gift to my mom for her Birthday today.
3. I blame my gran, brother and mother for this, since they used all the paper I had bought for me to use.
4. I never noticed the change in your blog name.
5. This is odd, because I usually notice everything.
6. I think mentioning more truths will start freaking people out.
So Merry Christmas!
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