Category ~ Whitney
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And now, the end is near . . .
. . . and so I face the final curtain. Have you ever really listened to the lyrics of “My Way”? Really freaking depressing. Anyway, this is not really my final curtain (thank God) . . . but it is...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (3)
Whitney: Unveiled
I'm putting it all out there . . . It’s hard to have a secret life here in blogland. I’ve already admitted to my weaknesses for celebrity gossip, the Amazing Race and thrift stores. And, frankly? I’m not all that...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (6)
Scenes from a Marriage
On sleep and Sex and the City. Last night, while in the middle of a conversation with yours truly, my darling husband fell asleep. I think it had more to do with how exhausting his day was than my conversational...Posted by Whitney at 7:58 AM | Comments (5)
Signs
. . . and what they mean. I was driving down the highway yesterday when I saw an odd sign: DANGER: ELECTRICAL CURRENTS OVERHEAD I had absolutely no idea what to do with this information. First of all, what did...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (1)
Married Bliss
Or what happens after the wedding is over . . . I’m not really an expert on weddings. I never had one myself. Although when my husband and I got engaged, we did start planning a wedding. (And by “we,”...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (6)
Happy Mother's Day!
So, what did you get? Did the kids come through? Did the husband/partner/significant other? Or did you happen to oversleep, and then race around your house muttering, "shit, shit, shit," while glugging coffee and trying to summon the energy to...Posted by Whitney at 5:54 PM | Comments (11)
Potter Mania
The Summer of Harry. I’m a Harry Potter fanatic. I’ve read each book multiple times, and listened to them even more times on CD. (For any fans out there who haven’t yet heard the books-on-CD version, read by the amazing...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (10)
Digging the Dirt
A Confession. The other day I was at my computer, surfing away on the Internet, when George crept up behind me. “I can’t believe you’re looking at that,” he said reproachfully. I jumped, and quickly closed the screen. “You know,...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (9)
Today’s Topic: People Who Are Pissing Me Off.
Why? Because I need to rant. I’m giving you the Lani warning: there will be expletives in this blog. So if you’re faint of heart, stop reading now. Consider yourself warned. Lately, people have been annoying me. More so than...Posted by Whitney at 6:19 AM | Comments (11)
The Paradox I Have Pondered
Does everyone have a trust fund but me? First, a great big welcome to the marvelous Julie Kenner, who has graciously agreed to guest blog at the L.C. this month. You should stop whatever you’re doing, and run right out...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (2)
Man Plans, God Laughs
I need a vacation from my vacation. Sam’s spring break from pre-school has been a bust. I had big plans this week – outings to the beach and zoo, lots of climbing and swinging at the playground, and, best of...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (7)
The First Official Literary Chicks Haiku Contest
Because I am moved to haiku. I’ve never been that into poetry. I don’t mind a little two roads diverge in a yellow wood action once in awhile, but I’ve never been one to sit down and read a book...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (10)
Bippity-Boppity-Boo Woo Woo
Wand Waving and So Forth. I’m the sort of gal who has both feet planted firmly on the ground. I’ve never been haunted, nor had that creepy feeling that someone’s watching me, only to whip around and have no one...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (9)
Everyone's A Critic
And I really don't drink that much. Excuse me, while I indulge in a mommy brag: my three-year-old has started to spell. He’s known his alphabet since he was two, and has had his letter sounds down for awhile now....Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (9)
Luke . . . I Am Your Father.
And other lessons I've learned from the movies. When I was a kid, I learned about the Dark Side the old fashioned way . . . at the movies. For example, Gremlins taught me you should always follow instructions, especially...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (10)
Pseudonyms 101
Lesson Number One: Do not confuse your pen name with your porn star name. Recently, I had to rename myself. I found it to be a very odd experience. I’ve never had trouble naming my characters. I keep a few...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (20)
Boxers . . . or Briefs?
Neither! Maybe I’m taking this week’s theme – What’s Underneath – a bit too literally, but here’s my answer: A Victoria’s Secret Classic Cotton Bikini. Too much information? Sorry. But I have a long, long love affair with the Victoria’s...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (4)
Happy Birthday To Me
Honestly? I'd rather be 34. So my birthday was last week. Normally, I adore birthdays. The cake, the presents, the cards. I love it all. Well, I love almost all of it. Sometimes it can be a bit daunting to...Posted by Whitney at 10:22 AM | Comments (10)
I Think I Can, I Think I Can
Then again, maybe I cant. My 3-year-old is going through a new stage. Whenever I ask him to do something, he looks up at me with wide, guileless eyes and very earnestly says, I cant, Mama. Only, he draws out...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (4)
Top Five
Because five is the number of the day. In a nod to Nick Hornby, I proclaim that today is Top Five Day at the L.C. So, without further adieu, here are my Top Five lists: Top Five Songs To Listen...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (8)
Broken Vows
. . . but at least not the really important ones. Ive told this story here before, but since its vows week here at the L.C., I cant pass up the chance to tell it again: On the day...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (9)
Nostalgia
. . . and indignation. In order to get into the teenage frame of mind to write my new teen series, GEEK HIGH (the first book will be coming out in October 2007), I took out a subscription to Seventeen...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (7)
Wasting Time . . .
. . . and trying to pretend that my deadline doesn't really exist. Im in that stressful period of rewriting that George calls The Badlands, which means that Ive been finding new and better ways to procrastinate. Thank God for...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (5)
Goodbye Chocolate, Goodbye Cheese . . .
I shall miss you so . . . Its almost the new year, and you know what that means: its resolution time. My resolution last year was to not buy any more lamps. And I think I did really, really...Posted by Whitney at 8:39 AM | Comments (7)
Jolly Old Elf . . . or Minion of Satan?
Ho Ho Ho! My mom and I keep having the same conversation. It goes something like this: Mom: Lets go to the mall! Me: Thanks, but Id rather have my eyes gouged out with shish kabob skewers that go to...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (11)
Care and Feeding, Part III
By George, the Highly Effective Husband of Whitney Im a great starter of things, but not so great on the follow-through. In our first house, I had at one point something like nine unfinished renovation projects going. When this caused...Posted by Whitney at 9:00 AM | Comments (9)
The Grinch and Me
Otherwise known as Holiday Traditions I Just Dont Get So last night, I put up the Christmas Tree, while George and Sam lay on the sofa coughing, and wheezing, and generally feeling crappy. George did manage to stay vertical long...Posted by Whitney at 1:45 PM | Comments (14)
We're Back!
Did you miss me? British Effing Airlines. Thats actually not what the airline is officially known as in our house, but I didnt want to start dropping f-bombs so early on a Monday morning. Remember my bragging about how they...Posted by Whitney at 9:48 AM | Comments (6)
Leaving On a Jet Plane
Champagne? Why, yes, I'd love some champagne! The best thing just happened to me. Better than selling my first book, better than getting married, better than having Sam. George and I are going to London, and we got upgraded to...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (8)
A Dysfunctional Family Christmas
Fa La La La La I decided to celebrate Christmas Day by locking myself in the bathroom with a bottle of wine and the portable phone. Id come home in the middle of my first year of law school to...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (13)
Asshole Bingo
Hey, dont blame me . . . Im not the one who invented it. As anyone whos seen THE PAPER CHASE knows, law professors use an insidious teaching technique called the Socratic Method. In lieu of preparing a lecture, the...Posted by Whitney at 1:15 PM | Comments (4)
Testing Kate
It's Halloween, and you know what that means . . . Release Day! So todays the day! My new book, Testing Kate, is now available in a store near you! Look for it in Target, where its being featured as...Posted by Whitney at 5:35 AM | Comments (6)
Love Among Mutants
Which mutant are you? Last Saturday, George and I watched X-Men 3: The Last Stand. The movie was awful, but afterward, George and I got to talking about what mutant powers wed like to have. For example, George said, it...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (15)
Tis the Season
Fa La La La La! Only 65 shopping days until Christmas, and 57 shopping days until Hanukkah! I love Christmas shopping. Well. I love it on one condition: if I finish early. The earlier, the better, in fact. To me,...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (9)
Technical Difficulties
Freaking computers Whitney is experiencing technical difficulties, and is unable to post what undoubtedly would have been a brilliant and witty blog. She has no computer, no internet, no email, no link to the outside world, and is reduced to...Posted by Alesia at 7:11 PM | Comments (11)
No Excuses
Well. Maybe one or two. Last night, when I was digging through the clean laundry piled up in the laundry basket, looking for a t-shirt to sleep in, I thought, I really need to fold this laundry. Then I thought,...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (6)
Losing It
Sunglasses, Sippy Cups, My Mind. Im not the sort of person who randomly loses things. I manage to keep track of my wallet and keys and assorted personal belongings. If something in the house does go missing, I usually just...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (13)
Regrets . . .
. . . . I've Had A Few. Whats my biggest regret? Thats an easy one my decision to go to law school. Heres my advice for any bright-eyed young person whos considering a legal career: DONT DO IT....Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (6)
A Little Less Conversation . . .
. . . . A Little More Action. Remember my post about how I didnt like guitar music? Caras blog made me realize I should have taken it one step further: Ive also never been that big on musicians. I...Posted by Whitney at 6:23 AM | Comments (8)
Black Thumb, Green Heart
But I really, really try. Really. My mother appeared on my doorstep with an enormous fake tree. I dont want it, I said, rather ungraciously. Although she already knew this, considering shed called me earlier and announced her intention of...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (12)
School Days, School Days
Dear Old Golden Rule Days Sam recently started preschool. And so far, so . . . well, no. I cant say so good. Because the truth is, its been a bit rocky. First, there was the class change. Sam began...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (4)
Between Seasons
Must See TV I am so ready for the summer to be over, and for the fall season to begin. And, no, I dont mean fall in a leaves-changing-and-hot-chocolate way I live in Florida, and the temperature doesnt start...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (16)
Frankly, My Dear . . .
. . . and, well, you know the rest. Mommy circles are all a-twitter at Helen Kirwan-Taylors recent column, in which she proudly proclaimed, Sorry, but my children bore me to death! That was actually the name of her column....Posted by Whitney at 7:17 AM | Comments (8)
All by myself . . .
Dont want to be all by myself . . . any more. So you may have noticed that one of the Literary Chicks has not been abuzz with news of Nationals and the happenings in Atlanta and getting massages and...Posted by Whitney at 8:12 AM | Comments (7)
Ominous Chicken
Or perhaps just proof that I'm losing my mind. Whenever I get anxious, I start buying chicken. Yes, you read that correctly: Whitney anxious = chicken. And not just any chicken, but those bags of frozen chicken breasts. Why, I...Posted by Whitney at 5:00 AM | Comments (17)
Hell Has A Ball Pit In It
And other adventures in the Terrible Twos. I found a new way to torture myself on Thursdays. The message finally sunk in music class was not working so I very wisely didnt sign Sam up for the summer...Posted by Whitney at 8:21 AM | Comments (8)
Owner of a Lonely Heart
But on the bright side, it makes for good source material. Back before I met George and had my happily ever after, I had bad luck dating. If there was, to borrow a bit of Bridget Jones terminology, a commitment-phobic...Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (11)
Video Killed the Radio Star
Which has nothing to do with this weeks blog . . . I just like the song . . . Time for complete and total honesty . . . Im just not that into music. Ive never been one of...Posted by Whitney at 7:48 AM | Comments (20)
Must See TV
Or, rather, Must Rent TV . . . I dont like the summer. Sure, when youre a kid, the summer means freedom days spent at the beach or pool, playing with friends, biking around. But now and yes,...Posted by Whitney at 8:52 AM | Comments (17)
Scary Movie
It's Sign of the Beast Day at the L.C.! So, apparently theyve remade The Omen, and have released it today in honor of the date: 6/6/06. I actually never saw the original Omen. In fact, I make it a point...Posted by Whitney at 11:07 AM | Comments (19)
The N-Word
Just Say No Theres a debate within Mommy Circles that I just dont get. It involves the n-word. The n-word? you ask, shocked that there would be any question at all about the use of pejorative terms around the Sesame...Posted by Whitney at 7:59 PM | Comments (13)
Confession Time
On fame, babies and the popstar princess. The internet is all abuzz with the story of how Britney tripped and nearly dropped baby Sean while out and about in NYC. I guess its a good thing Im not famous, because...Posted by Whitney at 3:31 PM | Comments (5)
Comes Back To Bite You On The Ass
When I was a kid, my mother was fond of telling me, Some day when you grow up, I hope you have a daughter just like you. And she didnt mean it in a nice way. So I showed...Posted by Whitney at 3:23 PM | Comments (6)
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Never say never . . . The day George and I married, just moments before walking down the aisle (we eloped, so not only did I see my groom before the wedding, we drove to the chapel together . ....Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (6)
Gone Surfin'
Because a little procrastination is good for the soul . . . Nick Hornby once said and Im paraphrasing here that ninety percent of writing is staying off of the Internet. Its so true. I have a terrible...Posted by Whitney at 9:00 AM | Comments (7)
Play It Again, Sam
The more we sing together, the happier we'll be . . . I dread Thursdays. Its my least favorite day of the week. I remember when I worked in an office, Thursdays were always pretty good days. They meant only...Posted by Whitney at 8:52 AM | Comments (4)
Gossip Girls
Hooray for Hollywood! As Im sure youve figured out, we here at the L.C. take turns blogging. This month, Ive got Thursdays. Which means today is my day to post something. And Ive got nothing. Seriously. Zip, zero, nada. I...Posted by Whitney at 2:17 PM | Comments (13)
He Said, She Said
Want to know what he's really thinking? So its Battle of the Sexes week here at Literary Chicks. And I just so happen to have the inside scoop on the main difference between men and women. Besides the obvious, I...Posted by Whitney at 8:18 AM | Comments (7)
That Not So Fresh Feeling
And other commercials I have seen and loathed What is up with modern day advertisers? I remember the days when Darren on Bewitched would struggle to come up with the perfect advertising campaign (and Samantha would try to help him...Posted by Whitney at 8:44 AM | Comments (11)
Lonely Hearts Week
Only the lonely, Dum-dum-dum-dumdy-doo-wa The beautiful, talented and extraordinary Susan McBride has been gracious enough to spend March hanging out with us here at the L.C. (I keep trying to call the Literary Chicks "the L.C." -- you know, like...Posted by Whitney at 9:04 PM | Comments (3)
With This Ring . . .
I thee wed. Sort of. Apropos that this is Bridal Week here at the L.C., because seven years ago today, I myself was a blushing bride. Actually, I was a wet bride, too: it poured on our New Orleans wedding...Posted by Whitney at 1:26 PM | Comments (7)
Guilty Of Being A Bad Mom
That's right, I confess . . . My house has been a bachlorette pad for the past four days. George took our son to visit his family in San Antonio for the weekend, and so I've been on my own....Posted by Whitney at 10:31 AM | Comments (7)
The Plague
Cough, sniffle, snort. Im sick. Again. George, too. Our two-year-old, happily, is on the mend from last weeks illness (and is back to running around saying, I LOVE trains! I LOVE trains!), but my dad and step-mom, who came in...Posted by Whitney at 6:55 AM | Comments (7)
Bad Hair Day
Or, why my son is wearing a baseball hat. On Friday, I took my two-year-old to the barber to get his hair cut. From the moment the stylist snapped the plastic smock around his neck, Sam screamed. And screamed. And...Posted by Whitney at 12:00 PM | Comments (17)
Wuv . . . True Wuv . . .
Where's My Freaking Chocolate? Attention all Literary Chick husbands: tomorrow is Valentine's Day. That's right: TOMORROW. You have one day to haul ass over to the florist or gourmet chocolate shop (no cheap stuff), or even better, both. You know...Posted by Whitney at 1:58 PM | Comments (9)
There and Back Again . . .
. . . A Pug's Tale To celebrate Brendas book, Monkey Love, were sharing our favorite animal stories. Here's mine. Last year, we were renting a house out in the boondocks of Florida. The house was located on a golf...Posted by Whitney at 10:09 AM | Comments (7)
On Being Thrifty
Time to share a secret . . . I have a secret not many people know about: Im addicted to thrift stores. I didnt used to be. My mom and sister would tell me all about the amazing things theyd...Posted by Whitney at 9:16 AM | Comments (10)
Temptation
Those damn Girl Scouts with their damn cookies . . . Last night when the doorbell rang, I braced myself for the onslaught. Sound dramatic? Well, you would do the same, if you lived in my house and every time...Posted by Whitney at 8:52 AM | Comments (7)
But It's Too Late Baby, Now It's Too Late
Ah, what could have been . . . You know the saying: its never too late? Thats a crock. In fact, heres a smattering of things that its too late for me to do: Become a top-ranked tennis player. Perform...Posted by Whitney at 8:16 AM | Comments (8)
Michelle, My Belle
Hi everyone!!! Am I really here?!? How excited am I to be a Literary Chick? SO excited! (Can you tell I spend most of my time hanging out with a 2-year old?) And for my fun first assignment, I got...Posted by Whitney at 10:06 PM | Comments (6)
And Here We Have...
From Michelle, completely in awe... ..My God, I still don't believe it, yet, but we have, we really, really have... Whitney Gaskell! Now, there's a bit of a story here. In 2003, there I was in Barnes & Noble, casually...Posted by Michelle at 3:09 PM | Comments (5)
