Random Tuesdayness - Red Red Whining - Guest Post

Please give a warm welcome to my guest blogger for the day, you all know and love her... Jaime from Red Red Whine! Jaime is a mom, wife and lawyer (personally I don't know how she does it) and an absolutely wonderful writer. We often discuss our love of books and vampires, but have yet to meet in person. Jaime is definitely someone I'm happy to have connected with! Now show her some love!

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Once upon a time, when I used to have more time to blog, I would do the Random Tuesday thing. Some of my posts were SO random you could barely follow them. Then again, some of Erica's posts were the same way. We bonded over boasting about who could be more random and, of course, our shared love of all things vampire.

Speaking of vampire...
...Kellan is my "celebrity freebie." Meaning that I have a free pass to screw his brains out should the opportunity present itself. Fair's fair. Hubby has a celebrity freebie too. And I wish him well if Drew Barrymore expresses her interest.

Hubby and I are both lawyers and right now, the law is kicking both our asses. I'm just coming down off preparing a major arbitration (it's my father's case, no less) and things are really heating up for him. So that means no rest for the weary.

Hubby went to Texas A&M. So this next pic is for him.
As a member of the A&M cult, he is sworn to hate UT (note: that's the University of Texas, not Utah). He also wears the largest hunk of gold on his right ring finger that serves as the sign of the cult. I swear the damn class ring is a homing beacon. No matter where we go, even out of the country, other A&M people find you just because of the ring. Hubby and I were sitting at a bar in the Bahamas when some plastered, half naked chick reaches over and grabs his hand. "OHMYGOD!DIDYOUGOTOA&MTOO????" she slurred. Then I looked down at her right hand. Sign of the cult, slightly smaller, but identical to hubby's. Even in the Caribbean you can't escape them...

In law school, I was one half of a group affectionately dubbed "the leather twins." I looked damn good in my leather pants dancing on top of the bar. But it was probably a little too NYC for New Hampshire.

I'm a Jersey girl. (Don't hold it against me.) So when it came out, of course, I had to watch Jersey Shore. The show is such a train wreck - horrible, yet I can't look away. What I don't understand about the show is why everyone gets so worked up over it. It's a stupid reality tv show featuring idiots from New York and Rhode Island who come to Jersey to get laid. Doesn't the real housewives of NJ paint the state in a far worse light??? Or the Sopranos?

One of these days, I'm actually going to get around to writing a book. I worked on a vampire story for a long time. Unfortunately, everyone else in the world has a vampire story these days too. So I decided to branch out with my new story - it's about a succubus. I'll write it until I get tired of it - or my readers do - whichever comes first.

I just put my son to bed. When I was little, my dad worked all the time. (I guess that part hasn't changed over the years). But he'd always be home before I bedtime and would sing me to sleep. "House on Pooh Corner" was the song of choice. Every night. That's also the song my dad and I danced to at my wedding. So it's only natural that I sing that song to the little guy. He asks me to sing it for him. Every night. Sometimes he sings along deliriously. It's pretty cute.

I'm thinking about calling out of work tomorrow. (Shhh...Don't tell) I'm just too damn tired to force myself to be functional. Plus I don't feel like pulling on a suit.

Well...I think that's enough randomness for now. I'll let you be the judge of whether Erica or I write the more random-filled posts.