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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
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That's me too. Gracefulness is not one of my endearing qualities. My mom tried, I took ballet for years. I think it was one day after ballet lessons when I jumped a chain (hanging to block a roadway) and caught both feet on the chain, landing flat on my face that she realized ballet lessons weren't going to be of any help to me.
It's not the gracefulness-less part I have the trouble with, it's the "where did I put my glassess?" Only to find them sitting on top of my head. (After spending an hour looking for them.)
Or it's the coffee grounds....how many scoops did I already put in?
Or it's the Starbucks white chocolate mocha....did I just finish off a grande???? Why do I want another?
Too funny, Denise. But, you always seem like grace in motion to me. I've never met the "other Denise."
Kevin must be your kryptonite. ;)
Rachel
It's Kevin. You're not that way with us girls. LOL
I, on the other hand, am that way with everyone. My uncle Don says I can't walk and chew gum at the same time. Um, yeah that's why I only take gum for the preacher's kids and don't use it myself.
If Kevin causes the clumsiness, I think it would have manifested at Church during worship...you might even have dropped a drum stick...no wait, that was me.
I hate being the ungraceful one in a relationship. Especially when they give you "the look." The smug smile/trying not to laugh/I'll never tire of seeing that happen to you/I don't even have to say anything because you know what I am thinking look. Man, I hate that look!wt
Okay, I know I just left a comment, but since this just happened I had to share. There's been a huge fly buzzing around our house all day, driving me nuts. My husband just walked into the room, spotted the little devil on the ceiling, jumped flat footed, threw a magazine at it, hit it, and was able to duck out of the way without it hitting him. Not fair! If I'd tried such a daring feat, I'd be in the hospital or the couch would be broken...or both!
Oh that is SO not fair! I would have ended up in the hospital with a broken ankle at the very least. LOL
Did I mention I broke an ankle badly enough to need a plate and screws by slipping on WET GRASS?
Here is the ultimate in clumsiness. Once I was dancing with a girl who I had been dating for three years. We did tis twirl thing and then she jumped into my arms and threw her through a window...a closed window. The thick curtain is all that kept her from going to the hospital. Now THAT is awkward.
Too Funny.
Now I don't feel so bad about myself.
feel better? lol
My mom used to call me Miss Grace, and now that I'm an adult, I know she really meant the opposite.
LOL! My hubby says he comes shopping with me to protect the unsuspecting, innocent bystanders. I get in my own world and look out!
A while back, after many teasings about my lack of grace, I had had ENOUGH! I lost it. I was standing on the stairs and I laid into him about how I wasn't that bad and "what do you mean I'm not graceful?!!!" He just got quiet and nodded. I took a deep breath and that was when I remembered my purse was at the top of the stairs and I needed it before we left for church. I turned around, took one step...and hit the floor! I fell UP the steps. I landed HARD!
I was humbled.
From behind me I heard, "Oh Sweetheart, are you okay?" After several deep breaths and a quick, repentant prayer, I looked over my shoulder to find DH doubled over, shaking with laughter and tears pouring from his eyes.
"Humph. Well, I'll give you points for at least sounding like you were concerned."
I've accepted that I'm not graceful. Never will be.
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