November 17, 2010

Turkey in the Oven

I was at a Stephen Curtis Chapman concert and his wife came out and spoke. She said when she was growing up her family's love language was practical jokes. LOL.

This is a practical joke I heard about through email. Gave me a chuckle:

One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the  traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store.

When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.

When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird.

With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!"

At this horrifying news, my sister started to cry. It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!

Hope you and yours have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

posted by Deeanne on 11/17/2010 - 6 comments - Post a Comment    RSS FEED

November 14, 2010

Prank Calls

Kristan Higgins, good buddy and author extraordinaire, has been prank calling me. Well, okay. Not prank calling exactly, but sort of. The first time was back in September, right before the Getaway With Dee. My cell phone rang and I knew immediately it was her because it said so on my screen. I answered enthusiastically.

Without any pleasantries, she got straight to the point. "Where are you?"

"I'm in a hotel room in North Carolina," I answered. "Where are you?"

A choking sound. "Oh! I thought I was calling my son. I'm at the State Fair and looking for him. I must have hit the wrong name. I'm so sorry."

I smiled. "Well, if I see him, I'll be sure to tell him you're looking for him."

But, of course, I wouldn't see him. He was in New England at a State Fair and I wasn't. Still, Kristan and I had a good chuckle about it.

She ended the conversation with, "Well, I still want to get together for coffee in New York."

We hung up and I thought it odd she would say that. Then I remembered the big writers convention we attend was going to be in New York this next year and that must have been what she was referring to.

I didn't think more about it until a few days ago. I was sitting at my desk writing away and received a text from Kristan:

In nyc in 5 min.

I grinned. I knew immediately what had happened. She thought I was her son.  I texted back.

If you can't find your son, just let me know! LOL. I'm assuming that's who you meant to text. What are you doing in nyc? p.s. I love keeping up this way. Always such a fun and unexpected treat.

Within seconds my phone rang. It was Kristan.

"Hello, Sunshine!" she greeted.

"Hello to you, too, girlfriend." Then, I couldn't resist. "Where are you?"

"I'm on such-and-such bridge." (Sorry. I can't remember the name of the bridge. I'm a Texas girl and haven't memorized all the bridges in NYC.) "Where are you?" she asked.

I pushed back my chair and wandered outside to the back porch. We're having wonderful weather right now. Sixties in the evenings, seventies in the afternoons. I settled into one of the rockers. "Well, the first time I was in a hotel in North Carolina. This time I'm in my home in Houston. So, what are you doing in New York?"

"Don't even," she said, her voice dropping a register. "I'm serious. Don't even."

It took me a second, but then I realized. She still didn't know who she was talking to. A slow smile spread across my face. Before I could take advantage of the situation, she, too, had come to the same conclusion.

"Who is this?" she asked.

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. In between guffaws, I managed to get my name out.

Answering giggles came across the wire. "Dee! Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. I thought you were my friend Dee C. I'm supposed to meet her in just a few minutes."

And being her typical self, Kristan began to visit and ask after my family. I wouldn't answer though, I knew she needed to talk to Dee C, so I let her go and  told her to call me any time--oh, wait. She already did!

We hung up and I went back inside. That's when it all came together for me. She didn't realize it was me the first time--when I was in North Carolina. She thought it was her friend, Dee C. That's why she said she'd meet me for coffee in NYC. That's why she didn't immediately realize her mistake when I teased her about the hotel in NC. That's why she hit the "call back" button after receiving my text. LOL. I guess she and Dee C. were meeting for that coffee right then.

I still find myself chuckling about it at random moments. I have decided, though, that at some point within the next couple of months, I'm going to randomly pick up the phone, give her a call and say, "Where are you?"

It will be our new secret greeting. :)

If you haven't had the pleasure of reading Kristan's books, I suggest you get yourself to the bookstore. They are great fun and I buy them the very second they are released. You can find her on facebook as well. She is an absolute delight.

So, have you ever hit the wrong name on your cell phone? What happened?

posted by Deeanne on 11/14/2010 - 3 comments - Post a Comment    RSS FEED

November 09, 2010

BRIDE in Lithuanian

I just received a package in the mail. It was a copy of A Bride Most Begrudging--in the Lithuanian language!

It's always so interesting to receive these. Look at the way they spelled "Prologue" and "Deftford, England" and "Lady Constance Morrow" (beginning of second paragraph). And note that instead of putting quotation marks around dialog, they use dashes.

Is that so fun?

posted by Deeanne on 11/09/2010 - 3 comments - Post a Comment    RSS FEED

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