My man is snoring like a freight train right now and my lady is working and looking forward to the Super Bowl (boring). I hope her Colts make her happy and win anyway!

Speaking of Marie – and I guess she wouldn’t mind my saying this much – I won’t say why, but I got pissed at her and told her to go shove a broom handle up her ass (Tom thought that was mean). I was prepared for the consequences of blowing up like that to result in her telling me off and maybe even dumping me, but instead she took it quite well and even got a bit of a kick out of it, asking where I come up with some of the shit I come up with. Guess it’s just the creative writer in me, LOL!

Anyway, this is just one more reason I love her; she lets me get mad when I need to, just like she lets me express my fears and worries when I need to. Not that I could ever regret Tom, but it totally figures that I would just have to meet what sure seems like the woman of my dreams 15½ years AFTER getting married.

I’ve always had those “naughty girl” fantasies where whenever I’d get pissed at a woman (and we all do get pissed at each other at times), I’d get to go off on her. Then, instead of flying off the deep end she’d laugh and get me laughing as well.

The way she said, “I’m here if you need anything” after reading the entry about my dad was totally touching. No one’s ever cared about me like that other than Tom. They’ve cared, but not really, really cared. They’d say something like, “Hope your dad’s okay,” which is fine and certainly better than nothing. But “I’m here if you need anything” definitely isn’t something I’m used to hearing.

The way she says, “I love you, Jodi Lin,” using both my first and middle name has a way of really sending my heart aflutter and the dirtiest of thoughts racing through my mind.

I tease her about being a profitable girlfriend cuz she joined one of those money-making sites that helps me earn more because of it.

Holy shit, I just realized something. Nothing bad, but certainly strange and uncanny in a way. When I use real-life characters in my books I never like to have anything bad happen to those I love because I’ve actually jinx-written certain things to happen, and like I said before, life really does have a way of imitating art at times. When discussing the plot for Rainbow Dreams, I consulted with Tom, as I often do, for various ideas. I wasn’t sure whether or not to go with a murder mystery or a triangle of sorts, though it sort of ended up being a little of both. Tom and I both agreed that I was too old to be caught up in any kind of a triangle, not that I’m in a position to meet many people anyway, and not that I’d ever get caught in any kind of a dangerous triangle or anything like that if I were. But it’s still quite a coincidence that Marie comes along and here I am, twice blessed, twice loved, and feeling torn at times while I know I could never leave Tom. Frustrated is more of an appropriate word than torn, I guess you could say. I want them both!

Tom’s ear is finally getting better enough that he can get more of his own work done. He was so deaf in that ear that he lost our mailbox key. It was in the pocket on the side of the infected ear and he never heard it fall to the floor. Fortunately, it’s only $5 to get a new key.

Last night I dreamt that I saw Tammy somewhere. We were actually talking about something, though I don’t know what it was about or where we were. We were polite and civilized, though not friendly. As I started to walk away I abruptly turned around, walked back to her, and gave her a hug. She hugged me too, then I walked off. “Your hair’s too long again, you bitch,” she joked to my retreating back. Without turning back I raised an arm, flipped her off, but kept on walking.

I was reading some of the shit they wrote to me last summer when we were all pissed at each other, particularly Sarah’s message and I’m like, never had an aunt, my ass. I’m sorry but I sent those kids letters regularly, I called the house regularly, and sometimes I sent little gifts. Who does she think she’s kidding? That shit wasn’t from Santa Claus.

On the other hand, she would’ve been too young to remember much. That’s why I laughed when she tried to say she remembered “the letters I’d send.” The only one she could possibly remember was the one from Oregon which I sent 4-5 years ago that wasn’t the least bit rude or mean. I might’ve said some things they didn’t want to hear, but the letter, which my folks also received a copy of, was proper and polite in every way. So unless someone sent a nasty letter pretending to be me, someone somewhere is bullshitting someone.

I’m pissed at the language learning site I use. I was supposed to get a free travel course for 3 referrals but never received it. So all I ended up doing was wasting Marie, Paul and Dorian’s time. Sorry guys!

Read Alison’s second chapter of her story which is total Harlequin/Silhouette romance material, and Paul sends me chapters from Changeling, the book he’s working on now, as he completes them. Man, I wish I could crank out as much as he does and so fast! As I told him, it’s obvious he doesn’t have ADHD.

Dorene, not the one who was at Valleyhead the same time I was there, thought my Facebook account had been hacked. I guess she didn’t realize that Formspring was supposed to be posting updates there, but yeah, it posts to FB and Twitter.

I have a really good story idea (this one actually came while I was awake) and even a title to go with it: Digital Confessions. But I have the story in Italy and the Jan story to work on. Why do I have to get ideas faster than I can put them into print?

The Jan story’s on hold right now because I’m not sure where to go next with it. I’ve been getting some suggestions and some ideas of my own, but I tend to write in spurts anyway, so it could be several months before it’s complete.