The past week has been non-stop. I don’t even recall peeing at all because I’ve been too busy. It all started last weekend with my signing in Henderson. I haven’t had a signing without other authors in a while. It was fun because Bigger Sister was there and she pretty much makes any situation fun.
When the signing was over, I bought this painting on the wall because the people in the picture were staring at me all day so I felt if I didn’t buy it they would haunt me. Now they sit behind me on the wall in my office and watch me work. Also I bought it because it reminds me of me and Bigger Sister and Littler Sister. All colorful and creepy.
Speaking of Bigger and Littler sister, we were all meeting up last week in Denver to celebrate Littler’s birthday by seeing Phillip Phillips.
The walk to the concert was interesting. It always is when you’re the only sober one. :)
But the walk BACK from the concert was even more interesting. Upon leaving the venue, we witnessed security guards yelling at a homeless guy who was sitting on the sidewalk minding his own business. They told him to find somewhere else to sit, so Littler sister ran after him and asked if he wanted to go to Wendy’s with us. He did, so we all walked to Wendy’s, which ended up being closed, so we walked to an outdoor restaurant instead.
The homeless guy (we’ll call him Jake) was a very good-looking (yes, good-looking) twenty year old who had been living on the streets since he was sixteen, thanks to awful parents. He was soooo nice, so of course we (me and Bigger and Littler sister) bombarded him with questions the entire time. I kept thinking about what a great book character he would make. Bigger sister was still a little tipsy, so she was the most talkative. I’m pretty sure she told him at one point she wished she could be homeless with him because they could be best friends.
One of her many questions to Jake was, “If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?”
He answered, “I’d go back to Miami where I have family.”
She, being a very happy and optimistic drunken girl, said, “Well LET’S SEND YOU TO MIAMI!!!”
So the next thing I know, this happens:
We’re walking a strange guy over a mile and half through Denver to find the Greyhound station, while Bigger sister teaches him all about the power of positive thinking. It was very sweet and endearing and almost a euphoric evening until we got lost and Jake stopped to take a piss in a random parking lot and I freaked out a little at the thought that we were walking around Denver after midnight with a strange dude we don’t know. So I started walking really fast and nervous-like, when I caught up with my littler sister’s friend, Stephanie. I asked Stephanie where littler sister ran off to and she pointed at a sign at a bank. ”She’s behind that sign, peeing.”
That’s when I realized maybe I shouldn’t be freaked out, because everyone in the world is a little weird.
After lots of more walking and getting lost, we finally used the Uber app to request a car and take us the rest of the way to the Greyhound station. Once we arrived and said our goodbye to Jake, our Uber app driver, Joseph, lectured us on the perils of helping out strangers. But he was also very interesting and loved himself very much, so we learned a lot about Joseph while he taught us about his philosophy on life. It consisted of this:
Befriending homeless strangers is not a good idea unless it makes you happy.
Then the next day we flew home and the second half of my week began. I met Maryse, Tarryn Fisher and Katja Millay at the airport and we all went back to my house for the weekend. The first evening we were sitting around eating Harry Potter jelly beans that Tarryn brought for my boys. (Sorry boys.)
If you’ve never had a box of Harry Potter jelly beans, they are disgusting. There are flavors like earthworms and earwax and vomit and rotten eggs. If you’re lucky, you’ll get a decent one, but it’s rare.
Here’s my boss who didn’t get a decent one at all.
And here’s Maryse, who got lucky with tutti fruitti. :/
Then later, I got word that my PUPPY WAS READY!!!!
Yes. I got a puppy.
I hate dogs. I’ve never wanted a dog. But when I saw this puppy, I fell hard, hard, hard in love. Just look at her.
She’s been renamed about fifteen times since we got her a few days ago. It’s finally been confirmed that her full name is Layken Pacey Hoover. She’ll be called Pacey because I just can’t call her Layken as much as I tried. It’s like naming two of your children the same name. I just couldn’t get used to it.
So, Pacey it is. And she loves me. I’ll try not to talk too much about her, but don’t be surprised if I become one of those people I always make fun of (like Bigger sister) who has facebook pages and websites for their dogs.
If that happens, feel free to punch me in the face.
That’s all I’ll say about the dog. Moving on to yesterday, I decided all the girls should take advantage of the 103 degree Texas weather by going to CANTON! If you don’t know what Canton is, it’s First Monday Trade days.
A flea market.
A really, really BIG flea market.
Right when we got there, we parked close to my mother’s herb store and ran into my Uncle Mike. He’s kind of a celebrity amongst our family, so the girls wanted their pictures with him. If I can ever figure out how to get voicemails into an audio file, I’ll share with you all of Uncle Mike’s messages that make him so famous. ;)
After posing with Uncle Mike, we shopped for a few hours, then went back to my mother’s store on The Mountain to eat our fried pickles and onion strings. Or…rather….TARRYN ate the onion string. Granted, she was dared.
All in all, the week was great. For the two days they were here, we spent ten total hours driving. It was a lot of driving, but thank goodness for music. We have a playlist for all the driving we had to do and it kept us sane. I think. Katja requested it in writing, so here it is.
I’m on an Erick Baker and The Airborne Toxic Event kick, apparently. Pretty sure Maryse fell in love with everything Erick Baker on our drive. Must. See. Him. Play. Live.
I finally got home a few hours ago and opened a few packages from last week. I sent Griffin Peterson some books to sign a couple weeks back for all of you who won giveaways. Well…not only did he send back all the signed books…but he also included his bracelet that he wore during the photo shoot for the cover! You can bet that’ll be in a giveaway. Not for a few months, though. It’s gonna be hard to part with.
And…speaking of Losing Hope. I found out recently that there will be special edition signed HARD COPIES! It’s my first book in hardback and I couldn’t be happier.
What I didn’t realize when I agreed to the “signed” copies was that…well…the books had to actually be SIGNED books. Which means…I have to actually sign the pages.
No big deal, right? I sign books all the time. Piece of cake.
Or so I thought.
I received this stack of pages that will be bound in the books. There are thousands of blank pages and each one of them has to be signed. I’m sort of freaking out. I don’t even know how to start. I don’t think there are enough sharpies in the Sulphur Springs Wal-Mart to accommodate all these pages.
I’ll get them done eventually, but the good news is, we’ll have it in hard cover!
I think that pretty much sums up my weekend.
Happy Birthday Mom! (To read a blog all about my awesome mom, click here)
Okay, just one more adorable picture. Maryse took this one of Pacey and Tarryn making out in the backseat.