Lori Sizemore

I just took this quiz on the five love languages.  Apparently, my love language is acts of service.

Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most want to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter.

Which makes me sounds like a lazy, self-entitled queen.  Or it does to me.  But, it’s kind of true, I suppose.  Don’t tell me you love me, show me.  Give me a foot rub (or a pedi, as one commenter recommended), fix me dinner, wash my car.  It’s not that I’m lazy, really; the beauty of acts of service is that I work, I write, I have three kids, and a house to run–take something off my plate and I feel adored.

But enough about me.  You should totally go take the test and see what your language is.  I’d appreciate the act of posting yours in the comments. ;-)

I love looking at what search terms led people to my site–mostly because it’s so messed up. For your consideration, I offer the following:

“zombies will never happen,” “zombie love,” zombie love story,” and “scientific zombie study.”  I tell you, I have become the queen of zombies.  And I write contemporary romance–not paranormal.  There are no freaking zombies in my manuscripts (not that there’s anything wrong with that).

I also got “people flirt.” Well, yeah.  They do.  But what’s this got to do with me?

Someone else searched “laurie sizemore aadom.”  Which is not me.  But, at first, I thought was cool, because I thought, “Double A Dom?” But no.  It’s American Association of Dental Office Managers. Boring.

Finally, and perhaps worst/best of all: “lori sizemore nude.”  That’s not ever gonna happen.  But you can see Lori, the zombie!

Photo from morguefiles.com

I’ve got this weird idea, maybe more of a subscribed belief: painted toenails equate to a flourishing, happy, carefree life.  I realize it’s not really rational.  How do you rationalize something so trivial as an indicator of something so crucial?

You could look at Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, perhaps, and assume that all those lower needs (like food, shelter, safety, etc.) had been met if you have the interest to pretty up your tootsies.  But, those things, those are basic needs–not exactly a carefree existence.  So where does this crazy belief come from?

This is where I would insert my awesome answer.  If I had one.  I don’t.

But wouldn’t it be easy to make myself happy by just giving myself a decent pedicure?  Well, no.  Painted toenails don’t give me that good life; they just signify it.  My toenails are a bright red as I write this–but I still have food to put on the table, a house payment to make, and a book that really needs publishing.

So, I guess, what it really means is that I can give myself a tiny bit of joy just by spending ten minutes with a bottle of polish (of which I have oodles).  And right now, that’s enough.  But it makes me curious… what small gifts do you give yourself?

It’s been a while since I’ve done Material Girl post, so I thought I’d do one huge super post full of etsy goodness.

For the writer who reads (duh):

Both by: TillyBloom

I picked this one because I freaking LOVED Nancy Drew growing up and I have many cherished memories of going to the library with my grandmother to pick out another Nancy Drew mystery.  Also… I’m a purse addict.  Ask anyone.

This by spoonfulofchocolate who has lots of book goodies.

And, just for fun, laptop soap!

By pepperapothecary.

There’s this guy and he calls himself The Oatmeal.  No, I don’t know why.  But he’s hilarious.  For instance, he explains how to use a semicolon and he’s correct.  But, it’s also funny enough that you might just remember it.  He also explains why he’d rather be punched in the testicles than call customer service. And 10 reasons to avoid talking on the phone.  And he does it all, and there’s plenty more, with these hilarious cartoons.  So, you should go there, love him, and buy a poster.

And, no, I didn’t get a thing for saying this.  I just love sharing the funny.

So, I’m netflixing TV shows.  It’s research, honest.  I watch some good TV series, I get this mojo for good writing, it makes me want to write, etc.

Anyway, I just watched the first disc of True Blood which I knew very little about, except that most people raved about how awesome it is.  And, it occurs to me while I’m watching, wasn’t Sookie Stackhouse a character in some novels?  How could they just take that name–it’s pretty unique.  And then I realize, it’s a show based on the novels.  So, now I’m torn.  Great books, great TV, or both?  Will one ruin the other?  I’ve ordered the first book.  I’ll let you know.

Update 3/4/10: So the book is here and I’ve finished the first season.  And I’m kind of not looking forward to the book, because what if it’s just the same thing?  I kind of already know who the killer is.  I won’t spoil it, but… yeah.  But I’ll read it and let you know.

Also, the book may be better, but without the show, I’d never have “heard” Bill say Sookie in that old southern accent of his.  And it sort of defines the show for me.

Update again 3/8/10: I finished the second season.  Very, very good show.  Also: I have a serious crush on Vampire Eric. Serious.

I found Sex and the Single Vampire by Katie MacAlister at the Dollar Store for $1.25! Squee!

One’s To Be Read (TBR) pile can never be too large.  Especially when it’s a favorite author.

Since these are the last episodes of the last season ever, and since I’ve been a loyal viewer for the last five years, enduring both dull flashbacks and funky flash forwards and everything in between, could you do me one small favor?  Could you try, in future episodes, to make the other 41 minutes less of a chore to watch and actually let things happen in the story as opposed to waiting until the last two minutes?  K, thanks.

L.

The Bloggess, in her usual WTF Bloggess fashion, has dominated government and prepared us all for the zombie apocalypse.  Thank heavens for her.  God bless America, y’all.

UPDATED X 5: Why voter-driven awards are fundamentally flawed. — TheBloggess.com.  A.K.A. What’s up, Shorty (Awards)?!

15 Things Worth Knowing About Coffee – The Oatmeal.

If you love coffee like I love coffee, you will love this.  It’s educational AND inappropriately amusing.

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