I can’t believe it’s the end of August–where did the summer go?  It seems as if it just started and now it’s gone.  The past three months have been filled with moving into a new house, writing like a maniac, making new friends in our new neighborhood, writing like a maniac, attending the RWA conference, writing like a maniac…you get the idea. 

So many books to write, so little time!

I’ve always loved summer.  When I was a kid it was all about riding bikes and going to the beach and playing with friends.  Hot sunny days filled with cookouts, nights of catching lightning bugs and playing tag and kick the can (although we always used a ball instead of a can).  I haven’t played tag or kick the can in a long time, but I still love cookouts and lightning bugs.

We always let them go at the end of the night.

What did you do this summer?  And how did you spend your summer days when you were a kid?

Since I’m currently attending the Romance Writers of America conference in Orlando (with lots of the other Blaze Babes), I thought I’d make this blog about writing.  Writing is a lonely profession.  Lots and LOTS of hours spent alone with a computer and my thoughts.  Toss in the stress of deadlines, and is it any wonder that a writer would feel the need to be renewed?  Attending the RWA conference is an annual renewal for me. There’s something so great about being with people who go through the same things you do on a daily basis.  Seeing friends that you only see once a year. 

Being with my friends at this conference once a year fills the writer well that gets depleted the other 360 days of the year. Of course, I’m also a big fan of facials and retail therapy.  Boat rides, walking along the beach, sitting in a hot tub, curling up with a good book, and a date with the DH also renew me.  So–what renews you?  How do you get your mojo back?  Hope you’re having a fabulous day!

In spite of my best efforts to resist, I’ve once again gotten sucked into another year of Reality tv.  I keep making a New Year’s resolution to keep away from these shows, but I’m totally addicted–and once again I’m Dancing With the Stars, American Idol-ing, and taking in the New York Housewives’ cat fights.

Cast of Real Housewives of New York City

Of all of these shows, Dancing With the Stars is my favorite.  I adore the costumes and would love for Derek Hough or Maks or Mark teach me the Cha Cha.  I especially loved last season because Donny Osmond, aka The First Boy I Ever Loved, was a contestant–and he won!

Donny Osmond after winning the coveted mirror ball trophy

At least I’ve managed to resist certain reality shows.  I don’t watch The Bachelor, Survivor, or Celebrity Fit Club.  I did, however, get sucked into Jersey Shore and am embarrassed to admit that I couldn’t miss an episode.  I was entertained and totally appalled and can’t wait for season 2.  I think I need Reality Rehab!

cast of MTV's fist pumping hit Jersey Shore

So–do you watch any reality tv shows?  Which are your faves and which do you avoid?  Any you wish you could quit, but can’t?

When it comes to watching sports, I was always pretty much a “take-it-or-leave-it” kind of gal–I didn’t mind tuning in to the big game, but hey, if you’d rather go out to dinner, no problem.  But then I discovered tennis. Or, more to the point, tennis players.  MEN tennis players.  BLAZING HOT MEN tennis players.  Have you ever seen the men’s Spanish tennis team?  Holy game, set, match!  They’re a biological miracle.  I’m not sure what they’re feeding these guys, but whatever it is, it definitely does a body good.  So today I’m going to share with you some of my favorites (you’re welcome!).

First up is Rafael Nadal.  He’s from Mallorca, an island off the coast of Spain.  I think we should all go there.  Immediately. 

Next is Feliciano Lopez.  He is RIDICULOUSLY handsome.  Seriously, if the tennis gig doesn’t work out for him, he can become a model. Or my pool boy (note to self:  must get pool).

Last, but not least, is Fernando Verdasco. Dios mio, that is one fine looking man. AND he’s talented.  He can be my pool boy on Feliciano’s days off.  (note to self: put a rush order on that pool).

Okay, as if that isn’t enough, here’s one of my future pool boys, Feliciano and Fernando, together.

And last but not least, for your viewing pleasure, the perfect storm of tennis hotness–Rafael, Feliciano, and Fernando.

So—do you like any sports?  If so, which ones, and who are your favorite athletes?  Have I managed to convert you into a tennis fan? (just keep in mind that Rafael, Feliciano, and Fernando are MINE!!)

xox Jacquie–tennis fan for LIFE!!

Unlike the majority of Blaze heroines, I’m a virgin.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Virgin.  Now I realize that since I’ve been married for 23 years and have given birth, this is surprising–but “virgin” can apply to more things than That Which Happens When Horizontal (or as our Blaze heroines know, vertical as well), and when it comes to New Year’s Eve parties, I’m a virgin.  Which means I have never gone out on New Year’s Eve. 

When I was growing up, we always spent the evening at home.  Sometimes friends or neighbors would stop by, but we never went out.  As an adult, I’ve simply carried on that tradition.  I’ve hosted numerous New Year’s Eve parties, but I’ve never attended one.  I’ve never wanted to drive home after a New Year’s Eve party, to share the road with possible DUI drivers.  Plus, I guess I just prefer to watch the craziness of Times Square on the tv while I’m in my warm house, sipping chilled champagne with my family and close friends. 

This year my husband and I are planning a quiet, romantic evening with a candlelit dinner and a bottle of Korbel.  What are your New Year’s Eve plans–quiet or party?  Whatever you’re doing, I hope you have a wonderful time and I wish you a happy, healthy 2010! xox

Happy Halloween!!
This is my inaugural blog as an official Blaze Blogger, and what a great day to start out! I remember the anticipation of Halloween when I was a kid–deciding what costume to wear, planning out the trick or treating route to maximize candy “gettage”, running from house to house, then lugging all my loot home and going through it with my parents (trying to keep my dad from eating all the Mr. Goodbars, my mom from swiping all the Almond Joys, and my sister from “borrowing” anything at all!) The competition was huge among the neighborhood kids to end up with the heaviest, biggest bag of candy, then to compare notes the next day as to what your haul was. My favorite Halloween memory was the year I dressed up as a princess. I wore this full chiffon skirt from my “dress-up” pile. I lived in NY, so I had to wear a coat (kinda wrecked the whole outfit), but I still felt like royalty. And my worst Halloween was the year I was in 3rd grade–I was sick and couldn’t go trick or treating!! HUGE disappointment (I’m still not over it, LOL!)
So what are your favorite Halloween memories/traditions? Did you ever have to skip the fun? (I hope not!!) What was your favorite Halloween candy to score?
Wishing you a Blazingly fun (and safe!) Halloween!
Jacquie D’Alessandro