How I Became The Star of an Avant Garde Adult Film or How Not to Be Rude in the Theater


Just this last week, BFF and I traveled down to Satan’s Armpit AKA Phoenix to go see the So You Think You can Dance tour show. For those not familiar with the TV show, it is a competition dance show and the top 10 contestants go n tour every year to showcase some of the dances done on the show. We have gone for several years and we were excited to see some amazing dancing and have a good time.  What we were not expecting was to encounter some unbelievably rude people in the theater.  And I do not man just inconsiderate people. I am talking abut down right rudest people we have probably ever encountered in a theater.  I mean I thought at one point I was the star of some weird avant garde adult film as a result.  So let’s talk about how not to be so rude.

First off, don’t be obnoxiously drunk.  We all know theaters now serve adult concessions and BFF and I even grabbed us a good old whiskey and diet coke for the show.  If you do decide to imbibe at a show, please stop before you become the gals a couple rows in front of us that were so loud, obviously drunk, and stood up to perform their own version of the routine.  Nobody wants to see that.  They luckily were escorted out by staff before someone fell and got hurt, but it should have not gone that far.  This was not a rock concert.  This was a dance performance.  No need to get that intoxicated that you get thrown out of the theater.  Nice waste of your over $100 tickets.

Secondly, know how your phone works if you are going to take photos or film.  The gal in front of us obviously did not know how hers worked.  Every time she turned on her camera, her light went on as well. And not just once.  Nope.  EVERY time.  Then, she would act surprised the light was on which was blinding those in front of her, probably the dancers on stage and annoying the crap of those of us behind her.  She must have done this five times before the intermission.  During intermission, she gave her phone to her husband who also could not figure out how to turn the light off or the flash for that matter.  So guess what she did?  She KEPT TRYING during the show.  How about you just enjoy the show and not try and film the whole thing?  UGH.  There is a special place in hell for people like this.

But the worst offender?  The absolute worst was the guy sitting next to me.  Now let me preface this by saying I had no issue with him during the show.  What happened afterwards was the single most rudest thing I have ever had happen.  The show ends and what do you do after you finish clapping?  You gather your things and wait for people to start filing out of the long rows.  Now, mind you, we were in the middle of the row so we knew it would take a bit.  I stood up and started to grab our stuff and put on my leather jacket when I heard an “Excuse me” from behind me.  I turned slightly and there is this guy and his wife trying to get past me.  Um. Where do you think you are going to go?  There is a line of people gathering their things and attempting to leave at the same time as you Buddy.  He then pushed on my arm and said it again.  At this point, I turned around and politely told him it would be a few moment as the row was just starting to empty.  Was this good enough?  Apparently not.  As I bent over to pick up my purse, this asshole behind me, grabbed my arm and pushed me into my seat, blazing his way past me, He even shoved his wife behind me so I could not even stand up.  At this point, I am stunned and bent over the seat with my booty in the air like I am making some sort of weird avant garde adult film, when I hear BFF say “Excuse me!” as he attempted to push past her as well.  She luckily stepped slightly back in her astonishment so he did not push her into her seat as well.  I am still there with my ass in the air as I hear BFF start to go full out angry girl Mexican on him.  I was half expecting her to hand me her shoes and earrings as she loudly starts to shame him.

“Ooooh. So glad you could push right past us to get right in front of me. Why are you in such a rush?”  Her voice got louder and louder as he continued to try and push past the gal in front of her.  “Where do you think you are going?  Think you can just push women around? Nobody else is going anywhere Buddy!”

I was struggling to get my ass out of the air to help her and all I could say was “Yeah!” as I stood up.  I am so helpful to BFF in a confrontation.  Finally upright, I witnessed his shoving continue as he shoved the gal in front of BFF causing her to drop the entire contents of her purse on the floor.  We watched, astonished, BFF continuing to yell at him, as he shoved his way out of the row and out the door.  I mean, who does that?  As BFF turned to make sure I was okay and not starring in some weird avant garde adult film, she noted that if he had gone the other way in the row, he would have gotten out faster and how it was actually closer to the exit.  I still am stunned that anyone would be so rude as to shove their way through the row to get out instead of just waiting your turn.  Did he have to pee that badly?  Was he hoping to beat the traffic in the parking garage?  Hint:  then buy your tickets at the end of the row, not the middle.  Did he think the zombie apocalypse was starting?  Was he trying to escape before we all got eaten?  Do I need to start planning our escape route?  Did he release the virus?  Whatever his thought process, it does not excuse his behavior.  Do not be like this guy. Unless you are really trying to make some sort of avant garde adult film in which people are ass in the air over theater seats.  Then at least have me sign a release and give me some Skittles for my performance.  Geez.

So next time you go to a theater, make sure you are not like the people we encountered at this show.  Do not be rude.  Be polite and enjoy the show.  Unless the zombie apocalypse has truly started.  Then it is every person for themselves in the theater.  For real.

Oh yeah.  I didn’t die today.  I did experience some extremely rude people at a dance show but I didn’t die.  I am the Fat Girl who does not want to be the star of an avant garde adult film or rude in the theater Running.  The experiment continues…

In Which I Learn BFF Has Limits to Saving Me or How I Almost Gained Lame Superhero Powers


You know how people state things like “I would do anything for you” but then you learn those limits of the things they absolutely will NOT do? I learned BFF has a limit on our last trip to Disneyland. Don’t get me wrong, she would absolutely do anything if my life was threatened but there was one thing she will not do apparently and it involves giant June bugs.

We had decided to ride Guardians of the Galaxy because the wait was less than 30 minutes. We were in the outside portion of the line and trying to go from one shady spot to another as it was slightly warm, discussing what we were going to eat next as it was almost lunch time and let’s face it, we both like to eat. I happened to see and hear the giant June bug first flying around. Ew. I personally hate June bugs. If you have never seen them, they are not that pretty except for the emerald green color. They also have a tendency to hang on tight to anything they grab on to. Trust me, I once lip locked with a June bug when I was a camp counselor in Iowa and it has scarred me for life. But that is another story.

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Nobody wants to lip lock with this thing. Just saying.

So there we are, minding our own business when I see and hear the giant June bug flying around out of the corner of my eye. Knowing how creepy these things are, I kept a side eye on it as I didn’t want it any where near me. It landed a little bit behind BFF, who was blissfully unaware of said huge bug. Let’s get something straight. This bug was VERY large. No really. Probably the size of 50 cent piece. Now you can see why I was keeping an eye on it. I did not want a repeat of the lip locking situation that had emotionally scarred me when I was 19. Imagine getting a large bug stuck on your lip and see how you feel about them. The guys behind us were also watching the bug, commenting on how HUGE it was so I was not alone in thinking that maybe this was a mutant June bug. Could it have come from a nuclear reactor? Was it a government experiment? Maybe it was part of the Marvel Universe, I mean we were in line for Guardians of the Galaxy. Could it have superpowers? Would it make me have some sort of June Bug attributes if it lip locked with me like in Spider-Man? Either way, I did not want to come close enough to the mutant June big to find out. And that is when it happened.

I heard the mutant June bug take flight and in the moment I saw it, it came straight toward me. It was something out of my nightmares. In my fear of being lip locked, I turned and ducked my head, emitting a squeal as BFF realized I was in mortal danger of becoming some sort of superhuman June bug. She also made some sort of fluttering movement with her hands in an attempt to disrupt the bug’s flight path toward me to no avail. I HEARD it come straight for my ear and then I did not hear it anymore. Terrified and not seeing said Nuclear reactor June bug, I spun around to BFF and asked the question: “Is it on me?” The look on her face said it all as she said “EEEEEP. Yes.” I attempted not to scream as I implored her to get it off me. This is where I learned her limits. BFF looked at me in pure horror and said “NOPE. Sorry I cannot help you.” as she turned away in her own terror. BFF was just as terrified as I was at the giant June bug now fully ensconced in my hair.

Now convinced I am stuck with this June bug that will certain burrow into my skull, fear begins to take over as I being to try and find it to remove it from my hair. It is STUCK fast to my hair and headband. Finding it attached so firmly begins a swirl of panic in which I begin to flail my arms and squeal for help. BFF is of no use, refusing to save me from the fate of becoming something out of the Marvel Universe and instead beginning to panic herself. I feel my doom is sealed to have some sort of unknown super powers when the two guys behind me jump to my rescue. Quickly, they stop my flailing arms and hands and reach up to remove the mutant June bug, as I emit whimpers of fear and BFF does some sort of interpretive dance in circles chanting “Get it. Get it” as if this will somehow release it magically. Even though the giant bug has latched on firmly to my headband and hair, the guy manage to release it, and not knowing what to do with it, since we are in a crowded line, they throw it to the ground and squash it so that it cannot release it’s mutant powers on anyone else. I stop myself from throwing them into their arms with relief and almost sobbing but instead turn to BFF and say

“You didn’t save me What kind of best friend are you?”

She looks at me, eyes wide: “Did you see how HUGE that bug was? NOPE. Big hard pass.”

Me, still incredulous that she didn’t help save me from the mutant bug: :You said you would do anything for me. Obviously not.”

BFF: “Nope. Not when it involves a mutant bug. You are on your own. Love you. Mean it.”

The guys behind us who saved my life and my brain from being burrowed into are now laughing hysterically as BFF thanks them for saving her best friend’s life. If it were not for the kindness of two strangers, I would probably be starting my life of crime fighting as some weird emerald green Superhero with some lame ass power like lip locking with complete strangers. Lame.

The guys who saved me! Thank you for removing the mutant June bug from my brain.

Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I did have a giant mutant June bug try to burrow it’s way into my skull and had to rely on the kindness of strangers to save me from certain doom but I didn’t die. I am Fat Girl with a BFF who will not save me from getting lame superpowers if it involves a giant mutant June bug Running. The experiment continues…

When life feels like Mater’s Junkyard Jamboree


There are days I struggle. Struggle so hard with depression and anxiety that my life feels like I am on Mater’s Junkyard Jamboree spinning round and round but without all the laughing. Days where getting out of bed is a struggle. Where putting my thoughts and words on paper seems impossible. Days where I don’t feel like being funny or cheerful. Where just breathing seems like it is all I can do. Sometimes I just want the ride to make me happy and sometimes I just want to get off.

Lately, the days filled with anxiety seem to be getting more and more frequent which to me is odd or maybe I just didn’t notice them before. Maybe I was content to be quiet and by myself and didn’t seek out situations that forced me to be uncomfortable. My job both as a writer and as a nurse make me step outside that world and learn to be more interactive with people. And let me tell you, it is hard. But you know what? It’s ok. It is ok to feel uneasy and anxious. Meeting people at book signings is so hard. I don’t ever want to let people down because I am awkward and weird and laugh too loud and say inappropriate things like a 12 year old boy. Trust me, you can as my co-workers how many times I have said “That’s what she said” in a meeting. I am the worst.

I was recently told I was intimidating and I laughed. Me? Intimidating? I am the biggest softie around. But then I stopped to think about my RBF and my standoffish attitude sometimes. I could see maybe how that could be misinterpreted as intimidating when in reality, it was me being anxious or unsure of myself. It made me pause and think about how I want to live my life.

There is a sweet spot in my life when I wake up to face my day and the weight of the world has not come crashing down on me. Where it is quiet and I can think about mundane things like what to wear or if I need to pee. It is in that time that I think about how my day will go. Will I let anxiety run me? It is just like the time right before you step on the ride and decide if the ride is going to scare you or be fun.

Let’s decide to make it fun.

Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I decided to enjoy my spinning out of control life and just live. I am the Fat Girl Running and I LOVE Mater’s Junkyard Jamboree. The experiment continues…

Stop the Ride. I Want to Get Off


It is a normal day.  Nothing exciting.  I can feel my heart starting to race.  My breath quickens.  The feeling of dread comes over me.  My chest feels tight.  I start to bounce my leg to alleviate that feeling of wanting to flee.  This is all too familiar and comes on without warning.  I know exactly what is happening and I cannot stop it.  It will control me even if I don’t want it to.  Hello anxiety my old friend.  Thank you for showing up unannounced and bringing your friend panic attack with it.  Anxiety and panic attacks are no stranger to me, unfortunately, but what happened this time around was different.  This time around, I suffered from severe vertigo.  Someone stop the ride.  I want to get off.

I have suffered from anxiety and panic attacks since I was a teenager so when I feel that anxiety starting, I just try to use my breathing techniques or a quick walk outside to calm myself down.  But the vertigo?  Where did that come from?  The first time I got it, it was sudden and violent.  I stood up from bed and my whole world spun so quickly that I had to grab the wall to not fall down.  It was terrifying and I was immediately sure I was either having a stroke or I had a tumor.  There could be no other answers.  Also, would the paramedics come in and find me naked on my floor?  All I could think was please let this stop so I could at least not be naked. The vertigo left as soon as it came and I was dumbfounded.  When it happened again the next day at work, I thought maybe it was an inner ear thing.  But when it kept happening? For almost 2 weeks?  That is when I went to the doctor.  Only to be told to go to the ear doctor because of course, there was nothing wrong that my primary doctor could find.  That must mean a tumor.  I was partially convinced I was going to be told I had months to live when I went to the ear doctor.  After a round of some testing, I was told the one thing I was not expecting.  The vertigo was stress and anxiety related. Excuse me?  Wait.  That could not be it.  I left thinking the doctor was full of it.  It had to be a tumor.  There is no way this is stress or anxiety induced.  I was frustrated.  The vertigo disappeared and I was left wondering if it was all in my head.

Then this past weekend, I was sitting at home minding my own business when I started getting texts about work.  The room started spinning.  What the heck?  I was totally fine all day till I started feeling anxious.  I sat there and realized I did not have a tumor.  I had anxiety induced vertigo.  Ugh.  So that is a fun new level to my anxiety.  I thought about what the ear doctor said about lowering my stress and I want to laugh.  Not possible right now but thanks.  So now to monitor these symptoms and see how to handle them. Anxiety and I are old friends and it can show itself in weird ways.  I know I am not alone.

I write about stress and anxiety and panic today because I want you to know if you suffer, you are not alone.  Most of us do not talk about it and we should.  We should tell people how we feel.  We should reach out when we are not ok and get the help we need.  It is ok to tell someone you are sad, depressed, stressed or anxious.  I went through a period in my life that the anxiety was so bad, it cause me to not want to leave the house and going to any social situation was so painful I just could not.  I would throw up before going to work because I had to leave my house. But I would plaster on a smile and nobody knew I was suffering with such debilitating anxiety.  I should have said something.  I should have reached out.  But along with the anxiety came some crippling depression and I felt like I shouldn’t tell anyone.  I want all of you out there to understand something.  IT IS OK TO FEEL LIKE THIS.  This was a hard blog to write, but I am always honest with you and if this can help someone else realize it is ok, then that is the purpose.  YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

Oh yeah.  I didn’t die today.  I almost had to be found naked by paramedics and thought I was having a stroke or a tumor but I didn’t die.  I am Fat Girl with anxiety induced vertigo Running and I am not alone.  The experiment continues…

I’m Late! I’m Late! For a Very Important Date!


Ever have an event and you were late? Or almost late? All because you woke up late? For whatever reason, whatever your excuse, it makes you feel so flustered. We all have been there. We hit snooze one too many times. We don’t hear the alarm. We just cannot plain wake up. How about waking up late for a HUGE event? Yeah…that might have happened to me. In Denver. At Book Bonanza. The biggest signing event of my career, and I set the alarm wrong. No really. I felt like The White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. This really did happen though and was not a dream. How did this happen? Let me try and explain.

Book Bonanza was a 2 day event with panels and signings over two days. I was lucky enough to be invited to participate as an author and I was super excited to be there. BFF and I drove out (12 hours y’all) which you know meant a continuous concert provided by us to us in the car. I mean how can you go on a 12 hour road trip and not have an amazing playlist? You really cannot. So you know I went and made an epic one. There might have been car dancing. Who am I kidding. You know there was.

The first day of the signing was packed full and more about that later. We were up late hanging out with BFFE and before we fell asleep, BFF and I discussed what time we needed to get up to be ready for the 8 am signing. We decided we needed to be down there around 715 am to make sure we were all all ready and to help #soulmate set up if we needed. I set my alarm and we went to bed. The next morning I felt like I fell down the White Rabbit Hole as it started with this conversation:

BFF: “Hey what time did you set the alarm for?”

Me (still half asleep): “Why? What time is it?”

BFF (panic has now set in): “Holy shit! It is 715! What happened?”

Me (jumping out of bed and checking my phone): “Oh crap! I set the alarm for 715! I was so tired I got mixed up!” Frantic panic has now set in as we both rush around and I text #soulmate to let her know.

BFF (who somehow has magically got dressed already): “I thought I heard a lot of people lining up and wondered why! We got this! We can do it!”

Me (half in my spanx and half trying to brush my hair at the same time): “I am so sorry! Biggest signing of my life and I might be late. I am a hot mess.”

BFF (looks at me half dressed, struggling to even put on Spanx and a brush stuck in my hair. She laughs.): “Oh my God. You are such a hot mess. Stop trying to do two things at once. Would you at least put on your Spanx? You cannot go down there in your bra and half your unders on.”

Me (realizing she looks completely put together. I have now attempted to put deodorant on my legs as lotion and my brush is still stuck in my hair): “How the hell do you look so good right now?” I am also wondering if I put on deodorant at this point.

BFF (gives me a look as she removes the brush from my hair): “Because I am obviously not a hot mess. Duh. I am the BFF and I am amazing.” That she is. Maybe she is a magical creature from Wonderland. Hmmmm.

With that and in 20 minutes, we are out the door and down to the signing. Needless to say in that time, BFF also managed to make me a stiff Arnold Palmer for the signing. Because sometimes a little whiskey helps calm the nerves. I don’t know when she found the time nor do I know how we got ready so fast. We normally are both primpers and take about an hour to get ready. This was a miracle. A Wonderland miracle I tell you.

Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I was almost late to the biggest signing of my life and realized BFF is some sort of magical creature but I didn’t die. I am Fat Girl who wondered if I even put on deodorant that day Running. The experiment continues…

Just One Step. Just One Breath.


Let me tell you a story. Bear with me here. This is not one of my funnier ones, but I always promise to be honest and share all parts of my life with you. So keep reading. It is worth it. I promise. Take a breath. Just one breath.

The last year has been one of the worst periods in my life. No really. It has. I dealt with losing two members of our family, my Mommy being in the ICU twice and the closong of InknBeans Press. To top it off, I was miserable at work. Miserable. I don’t even know if that word accurately describes how I felt about my job. No, I don’t think it really does. I sank into a deep depression and had a hard time seeing the good in anything. I decided to take one step. Just one.

That one step? I decided to change my job. The push to do so was knowing that where I was at was seriously making me cry every night. I sat one night on the couch and decided to get off of it and apply for different jobs. Living in a small town means there is not a lot for nurses to choose from and it also means a pay cut. To say I was scared was an understatement. I was terrified. Who is going to want me? How can I afford it? Can I even start over after 20 years at the same facility? All these doubts races through my head and honestly made me want to crawl right back in hed and never get out. But, I did it. I put in applications and decided whatever happened was meant to be. I never expected how it would happen.

I was sleeping for a night shift and got a phone call from a care facility for an interview. Yes! An interview. Ok that I can do. Well at least I can try and not sound like a complete moron who maybe knows how to speak English during an interview. I could only hope that my personality would shine theough and I would not have to complete the interview by interpretive dance. How embarrassing would that be? I laid there contemplating what I would say in an interview that would not make me seem like a complete moron when my phone went off again. I got a message from the place that was making me miserable and I knew. I knew I needed another job. Right then and there, fifteen minutes after agreeing to an interview, my whole world had gone upside down and I needed to make a change fast.

I crawled back into bed, stressed and tired. Defeated and exhausted. I needed to figure out what I was going to do. The world felt like one crazy merry-go-round and I really wanted off the ride. But you know what I did? I laid there and took one breath. Just one. That one breath allowed me to stop and listen to my soul. That one breath allowed me to take control of my life once more and see above the water of life I felt like I was drowning in.

I realized my self worth was not wrapped up in a dollar amount. I realized through that one breath that I could take that one step. I finally was able to see myself as capable. I slowly treaded the water of life. I pulled myself up out of that drowning depression and took a step. I went to the interview two days later. I took the job they offered me a week later. Six months later, in a company that appreciates me for who I am, I am taking a promotion. Change sucks but change can also be good and make you better. As long as you don’t change into the Stay Puff Marshmellow Man like in Ghostbusters. That is still terrifying to me.

So take that step towards happiness. Take that breath. You will be glad you did. Just one step. Just one breath.

Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I did step back and make my life better and i didn’t die. I am The Fat Girl who can take just one breath and does not turn into a giant marshmellow figure Running. The experiment continues…

The Fat Girl Running Version 2.0


I started a new chapter in my life this month.  It was hard and exciting but I did it.  I joined the world of self publishing and the result of all my tears, hours on the computer and a million questions to #soulmate comes out on July 12.  We all know I have been missing from the publishing world for about 6 months and I actually have not been blogging as much (which is going to change as well).  It was hard to figure out what to do after my publisher died and they closed the doors abruptly, leaving all of us authors with no way to continue.  But, I did it.  I self published a better version of Book 1.  I feel a little like the way a book must feel if you crack its spine (you monsters who do that).  A little broken and a little relieved.  I never knew as a writer/blogger that it could be so painful at times, but it really is.  And this whole self publishing thing?  Kind of scary and I feel like half the time I have no idea what in the heck I am doing to be honest. But what came out of this process is a new and improved version of me.  The Fat Girl Running version 2.0 I guess you could say. Let’s talk about how I came to be this new version.

You see, after my publisher Boss Bean died, I was stuck.  Stuck without a way to get books, my files or even the rights to my cover art.  So I was at the beginning.  I actually had to cancel book signings because I was unable to get any copies of my books and I was so very frustrated.  I was determined to not pull out of Book Bonanza though.  For those of you unaware, Book Bonanza is one of the BIGGEST signings around and I was actually invited to be an attending author.  Me.  Little old me.  Six months of no contact from the publishing company and I decided enough was enough and looked for my files myself.  I am glad I was able to find all my files for books 1-4 on my computer.  There was a pint where I couldn’t find Book 1 and I was entertaining the thought of retyping out the entre thing from a hard copy I managed to have.  That made me cry for sure.  No really.  Ask #soulmate.  I cried.  Then I found the file and I cried with relief.  Files being found, I could proceed.

First of all, I needed an editor.  All of this stuff my publisher did for me before so I had no idea what it all entailed.  Luckily, I had an editor recommended to me that was willing to take me on.  That was the hard part.  You see, most of my author friends are romance authors and we all know I am far from that.  Before I could send the books off to an editor, I needed to go through them all and revise things, self edit, take out chapters and add new content.  That alone made me want to pull my hair out.  You see, part of me cringed over some of my older writing.  It just sounded like a four-year old came in and wrote down some gibberish.  I mean, how did you all actually stand to read it?  Wait.  Are you all just real life stalkers?  Because that would be cool.  Unless you are SOTL Man.  Then that would not be cool.  It would be slightly terrifying.  But I digress.

Once I got the books sent to an editor, I needed to also line up a formatter and a cover designer.  Seriously, I cannot thank my author friends enough for all their help in this direction either.  Oh yeah.  I also had to figure out what to do for my cover.  I wanted to cry and be angry at the same time.  Have we ever talked about what an indecisive person I really am? I finally decided to do something completely out of my comfort zone and put myself on the cover.  It made me want to throw up in my mouth a little, but I called a local photographer and decided to do a photo shoot.

Can we discuss how awkward that was?  I mean I am as awkward as it comes and then put me in front of a camera?  Oh my heck.  I cannot even imagine some of the photos she must have gotten.  There were definitely some gems for sure.  There had to be knowing me.  My photographer was a genius.  She made me do things I thought was stupid.  In fact, the one pose I thought was going to look so dumb is actually the cover.  Huh. Guess she knew what she was doing. We both were laughing a lot during the shoot and I think that helped me relax and be myself a little more than I would have otherwise.  The pictures were all so cute that it was hard for my cover designer to actually pick just one.  But we managed and all of a sudden, I was excited.  Excited to try this whole self publishing thing because my new covers are the cutest.  And a little sassy.

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The new cover?  It is everything you guys. 

Book edited?  Check.  Cover concept?  Check.  Cover designed?  Check.  Formatted?  Check.  Next step?  Actually get it set up to publish both in paperback form and e-book in time for Book Bonanza on July 19. Ack. Biggest signing of my life and I didn’t have books for it. But with the help of #soulmate, I got it all set up and approved by the all mighty Amazon.  Paperbacks of Book 1 AND 2 are actually sitting in my kitchen in boxes right now.  Because the lucky people who come see me at Book Bonanza get a sneak peek of Book 2 and a chance to get it early (that one comes out in August).  Now for those of you familiar with my books, these are revamped editions of the old ones with new content, formatting, editing and the like.  I mean I would get them just for the covers alone.  So, if you want, the pre-order is already live and the book goes live on July 12.  In case you need it, here is the link:  Climbing Off the Couch

I still might cry on Thursday because this is the first time I am doing this all on my own and boy do I miss Boss Bean.  But I know she would approve and love the direction I am going this time.  And once again, my books will be available for you guys.  In fact, they are better versions of the old ones.  It really was a little bit what I can only imagine giving birth is like, except without the gross bodily fluids.  Because let’s be honest.  People coming out of other people is gross.  Lots of sweat, tears and love went into this new version of my books and I really hope that maybe a few of you pick them up and stalk me.  Let’s just hope SOTL Man doesn’t blow up my cover into a poster to hang in his house.  Creeper.

Oh yeah. I didn’t die today.  I did, however, venture into self publishing and have a book releasing this week, but I didn’t die.  I am the Fat Girl Running version 2.0 and I hope you love it as much as I do.  The experiment continues…