Moving to another site!

Thanks so much for being patient. Life got crazy, and I had to take time, but a new blog is coming out on my new website. Please find me at:

http://www.danubeadele.com

Thanks!

Let’s Get Personal!

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TOTALLY RANDOM FACTS

I was tagged with the task of reporting on 14 random things about myself, and thought, “Ah-ha! This could be a fun blog post.” I will share 14 random things about myself, and I extend the challenge for you to share at least one or two about yourself, if not five? We may even have randomness-es in common! Hmmmm.

  1. I love, love, love when I have a full tank of gas. It makes me want to jump on the hood of my car and shout “Freedom!”
  2. When I see big, open fields of grass, I just want to do a tumbling pass – reminds me of my youth as a gymnast.
  3. It drives me nuts to see kids driving and texting at the same time. They’re weaving all over the road trying to drive without hands or eyes. Grrrr. Can I call their moms?
  4. I’ve always loved trying new things, which is how I got into snowboarding, kickboxing, SCUBA diving and swing dancing.
  5. When I was in the 6th grade, I had a huge crush on Ricky Shroeder. I actually wrote a letter and mailed it to his fan club. It is the one and only time I ever mailed a fan letter. Never heard back.
  6. I holler at the squirrels in my plum tree during the summer time – yes, I actually do – and lob the ruined plums they have so carelessly discarded right back at them. It doesn’t help. They keep ruining the plums so we don’t get any, but it makes me feel better. Besides, none of my “lobs” ever make contact. It makes me wonder what kind of an old lady I’m going to make, though.
  7. When I shower and dry off, my OCD-ness kicks in. I have to follow a particular order of operations or I totally throw myself off and forget to wash my hair or something like that.
  8. I have coined the phrase “Efficiency of motion”, which is simply more evidence of my OCD-ness. It’s my personal challenge to use only productive motion, no wasted motion, when needing to accomplish something quickly. Before I move, I think through what needs to be accomplished, consider each and every motion, prioritize for maximum efficiency, and go. Scary, right?
  9. Oftentimes, I have the strongest desire to go room by room and really straighten and clean, but then I get over it and just do my usual cleaning. Maybe one day…
  10. There are some movies I could watch over and over again (Independence Day, Day After Tomorrow, Jurassic Park) – I’m not proud.
  11. I had less fear as a child and tried many things that cost my parents aggravation, worry and medical bills – back flip off the end of my bed (just barely pulled it around), handstands on the fireplace (stitches in my forehead), a Chinese split leap over construction materials, glass tiles, and didn’t pull it off so well (sixteen stitches up the side of my leg), an accident on the balance beam (stress fracture to a vertebrae), and many other things that just hurt, period. Whew. And I managed to live through childhood.
  12. I crave chili cheese fries from Top’s Junior, but I know that if I go buy some, my stomach will burn for the rest of the day.
  13. I used to pretend I was doing my work in class (high school) but I was usually writing a story in my notebook.
  14. I love watching really bad reality TV clips on The Soup.

What about you? What are some of your quirks? Leave a comment!

***As a side note, I have no idea why I can’t get my Goodreads App to actually reflect my books. These are not books I have selected. Hmmm. Still trying to solve the problem.

Let’s Get Personal!

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“Cray-Cray” Moments in Time

Have you ever had one of those holy sh*t, no effin’ way, I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening kind of moments that’s forever etched in your memory as something that you will never forget?  That’s what we’re talking about here, and I’m about to share a crazy moment in time.  I’d love to hear one of yours.

We got an up close and personal porn show!!!!

I’m going to tell you this story, and I know some people might not believe this, but I swear that this whole thing is 100% true.  Okay, picture this:

Honeymoon a few years back with my hubby.  Out on a secluded beach rumored to be nude friendly and shielded by an acacia forest with low-lying scrub and branches that suddenly give way to sand and ocean.  Did we go naked?  No.  Wish I could say I did.  Sadly, I was still too shy and innocent at that point (smirk).

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After playing in the water for a bit, we went back up to our blanket to rest, somewhat shielded by the greenery.  Here’s where it gets OMG.  We were resting and maybe getting a little playful (exaggerated wink), when I notice my hubby’s eyes looking over my shoulder (I’m lying on my side facing him).  He seems watchful. His eyes sort of go round.

I ask him, “What?”

Barely moving his lips, he says, “She’s starting to give him a blow job.”

At that point, I realize he’s talking about a couple who’d found their own stretch of secluded beach not too far from us.  “No way.  Really?” I start to turn my head.

“Don’t look!” he whispers quietly.

“Well, what are they doing?”

He gave me a blow-by-blow description, pun intended, of how the woman was watching my hubby watch her give her partner oral sex.  It was like she wanted to be watched while she did it!  Hearing the details from my hubby’s deep voice as he whispered in my ear worked its own brand of magic, and we soon ran off to our hotel room.

Share!  Share!  Share!  Entertain us with a crazy moment!

Let’s Get Personal!

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This month’s theme: Raunchy Romantic Retreats

Where is a great place to get your groove on?  We all need “adult time” to catch up, rediscover each other’s naughty secrets and come home with silly, blushing grins that need no explanation.  Care to share? Here goes mine, and then I’d like to hear yours!

La Jolla, CA – one of my favorite places to play…

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Okay.  Here’s what usually happens:

Scene One

Setting: Husband enters the room with that particular look on his face. A quick scan shows that no children are around.  A wolfish grin curls his yummy man lips.

My husband: I need a few nights in La Jolla.

Me: I’ll call Grandma.

My husband: Make this happen soon.

Me: I’m on it.

Explanation:

Why La Jolla?  Oceanside is on the way to La Jolla.  Grandma and Grandpa live in Oceanside and happen to think my children are awesome.  They love having the kidlets around for a few nights.  As we head toward our holiday romp down south, we make a quick stop in Oceanside and drop off the young ones with quick hugs and kisses before we head back to the car.  At this point, there may be some ass-grabbing followed by my own girlish giggles.

The no kids thing is crucial.  It’s not that we can’t have a good adult time at home, but you know, there are always time constraints and noise factors to figure in to the equation.  And it’s really hard to have a good talk when you know little ears might be listening.  Having no restrictions let’s everyone relax and have a much better time.

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La Jolla is a wonderful little spot on the coast, host to my alma mater UCSD, so it’s been a playground of mine since I was a freshman in college.  There are some great little hotels close to, if not right on, the beach that don’t cost too much.  When you need some fresh air, you can take a walk along the sand, talk, do some snorkeling, sunbathing or swimming, eat delicious food from a diverse choice of restaurants and watch the sun set over the water.  The important thing for us is to make sure we’re still hitting on all cylinders, and we do that by keeping the home fires burning.

Share your thoughts!  What are great getaways that keep the spark alive?

Let’s Get Personal!

Let’s have some fun with this.  Every month, I’ll have a different random, innocuous question that I’d love to ask as well as answer, and I invite all to participate in the conversation.  It’s always a kick to hear about others’ experiences, and I hope to meet some of you out there with a story to share.

This month’s theme: Fantastic First Meets:
Who has a great story to tell about how they met their partner? Was it serendipitous? Quirky? Romantic? Sizzling hot? Maybe it’s something that overlaps a number of different categories. The reason this particular theme comes to mind is because this month, I celebrate my 13th wedding anniversary with the most amazing partner anyone could ever have.

Here’s my story:

Seriously, it was fated.  I saw this man many places before I actually, officially met him.

It all started when a good friend convinced me to join a particular gym.  It was a great kickboxing/muay thai/boxing gym, and I went nearly every day, which was partly the inspiration for my badass female character Taylor in Quicksilver Dreams.  I was in the most amazing shape of my life. (You have this kind of time when you’re single, right?)  One day, I was on a treadmill warming up, waiting for my muay thai class to start when I looked up and over to the guy on the treadmill next to mine.  A tall, hot guy was getting on it, but…truly… I didn’t think anything of it.  I was there for a serious workout, you know?  And so was he.  He had ear buds in, and barely spared me a glance before he was on the machine going at a serious pace.  This was all, and I went on to finish my time on the cardio machine before joining the muay thai class that was starting.

A week later, I was out with afore-mentioned good friend again.  This time, we’d just parked in a parking garage in Pasadena, ready for a night out on the town.  As we got out of our car, I saw the guy again.  He was walking toward the elevator with another woman, and I still didn’t show much interest other than to say casually to my friend, “That guy goes to our gym.”  I jokingly referred to him as the “treadmill guy”.

Okay, fast forward a few months and you’ll find me on my college campus taking some graduate level classes.  As I was walking down a particular hallway, I see him again.  This time, he’s dressed in casual clothes, and is pushing a cart containing an overhead projector and an assortment of teaching materials.  I was finding humor in that I’d seen this guy in so many places, and grinned at him.  I sort of paused and stared at him as he walked by, likely giving him the impression that I knew him.  He gave me a smile and cocked a finger at me in a friendly shootout and kept walking.

Here’s the final jump in time which puts me a few quarters ahead in terms of the school calendar, nearly to the end of my academic program.  There was a class I’d been avoiding, a science class.  I had always been into literature and writing and cringed with the knowledge that I had to take this class.  In spite of being a mature, graduate student, I was still suffering PTSD from my high school science classes and was not looking forward to taking this class.  A friend who was going through the academic program with me pointed out a particular section of the class in the schedule of classes I was perusing. She said it was a good class.

There I was, sitting in class, waiting for my professor to walk in.  Guess who walks in?  Yup.  It was the treadmill guy.  Huge surprise.  I wondered if I should stay after class and share that I’d had these serendipitous glimpses of him in so many places.  Would he find it to be a cool coincidence or just creepy?  When the class ended, I slooowwwly got my things together, waiting until most everyone left, before approaching.  I didn’t want an audience for this.  He gave me a nice, friendly smile when I went up to talk with him.  He was gathering his materials and organizing them on his traveling cart.  I started by saying, “You know, we go to the same gym.”  And you know what he said?

“I thought you looked familiar.”

My husband of 13 years was once my professor!

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