Here are some things that make me happy.

Let’s start with a picture of my dear sweetie, Edmund. Here he models a shirt I won at a recent Social Media Breakfast.

And a picture of my dear kitties:

Here is a song I LOVE:

And another:

And this song will always do it for me:

Okay. I feel better.

Okay. Launching Lounging with LannaLee next week and I have so much I want to do before then. Like TONS.

One thing, the newsletter. It goes out on Sunday, and on it there will be some honest to goodness information about upcoming shows. Super awesome, huh?

Call to Action: Subscribe to the Lounging with LannaLee mailing list today!

Today’s mission: to stay on target.

Off to write a post on the Lounging with LannaLee blog.

Home. Where the kitties are. Today was a day off from work. I spent it lunching with a friend and visiting with my parents. ————————–aRFGHAHA

Do. Not. Want. To. Write.

My brain is fried and all I want to do is to spend my time drooling into space. And I don’t mean spacey space, with the stars and the moon and the nebulas and the swirls and the possible alien incursions. I mean space like the white, white wall, or my unfocused gaze toward the television, or my favorite: gazing into my hair over the front of my face, like Cousin It.

I was going to cheat and do a video blog tonight, but I didn’t think that 2 minutes of unfocused gazing whilst drooling would not win me any new fans. So I abstained. Yay me.

I need some pleather pants. With Lycra. And Spandex. And a couple of people to help me put them on.

I need my own makeup artist. Who has some shellac.

Observation: Cold Case is a depressing show. And it doesn’t have any hot dudes to make up for it, like Criminal Minds does. And I swear the lead chick is a vampire woman. So pale. So very pale. Cold and pale. Like a cold case, even. And by the way, how in the hell does a show get away with not having any hot dudes? I suppose there is one passably handsome dude, but he’s no Shemar Moore.

That is all.

It’s Caturday, people!

We’re leaving today to go to Boskone.

Let me tell you about it:

Wherein our hero, Lanna Lee Maheux tells you what’s going on. Enjoy.

Taxes are done. Finally. Glad that’s over.

I have heartburn.

I joined Toastmasters again.

Watching Star Trek on tv is distracting when you want to blag.

Tomorrow is the local Maine TweetUp at Gritty’s. I want to go, but I probably should come home instead. It’s been a crazy couple of weeks and I could use the down time. Especially since I will be going away AGAIN this weekend. I have tons of stuff I want to get done before March, and the time to get said stuff done is eeking away so quickly. I have a feeling I will make the final decision at the last minute on whether I will go or not. I’m leaning toward no, but you never know.

ARGH. No time to blog. Doing taxes.

The good news, looks like we’ll be getting a Federal return. Not so lucky with Maine. C’est la vie!

Feverishly looking for my 2010 tax return.

Wish me luck!

And here I am again, blogging down to the wire. Woo hoo. Nothing really to say. I had a fantastic weekend with some people who I love and love to be with, came home to a fabulous husband who helped me carry my bags up the stairs and tucked me into bed when I was ready. Today I worked and had dinner with Edmund and our friend Bryan (and new friend Tiki!) Then we all went out to see a poetry show at the St. Lawrence Arts center, Weaving Conversations in Sky, A celebration of women in poetry. It was a great show. It served as a benefit for a local poet, Sarah Lynn Herklots, who is Portland Maine’s representative to the Women of the World Poetry Slam – funds raised will go toward her trip to Denver in March. All the poets were great, but Sarah rocked the house, and made me cry. In every. poem. she. read. Crazytalk.

Will be going away again THIS coming weekend. To Boskone, a Sci-Fi and Fantasy convention in Boston. Edmund and I go every year. If you’d like to join us, please do so. It’s a great time. The Saturday only pass is $40 bucks – all the Sci-Fi and Fantasy geekery you could ever want. Check out their site, the preliminary schedule is already posted.

I do love me some Lord of the Rings. But does it have to be such a sausage fest?

Here you go. A vlog/vlag Lounging with LannaLee Update.

You’re welcome.

Here are some transcribed voice messages my husband (Edmund) left me on my Google Voicemail. If you aren’t familiar with the Google Voice transcription process, it often has hilarious results.

Enjoy.

Yes, I took this picture while driving a bit over 65mph on the highway. I couldn’t resist.

Getting ready to go to Massachusetts again tomorrow. Leaving right after work, so I’ll have to get my stuff together tonight. Not bringing my laptop. Will have my phone, so will be able to keep in touch, but it is nice to have a break (of sorts) from technology. To that end, will be making some more video posts for the next three days. Have some fun ideas ready to go.

I can’t believe it, but the Lounging with LannaLee launch (March 1st) is coming up really fast! I’ve got a lot of stuff that I need to prepare, but since I got this stupid cold, I feel like I’m behind. But I’m not really behind. I mean, you’re excited for it, aren’t you?

It’s going to be really special. Will be posting more on the Lounging with LannaLee site next week, and already I have five fantastic podcasts recorded for you, and this once a week thing seems doable.

Off to get ready for the trip. But no worries, there will be a post every day for the blag. You deserve it and stuff.

Here is me and my schozz. All dressed up. Ready to partay. My schnozzizzle and meeeeeeeeeee.

Apparently your schnozz gets bigger the older you get. That sounds great. Do you think it might droop? If so, I might need to get a schnozz holder for it. Do they make schnozz holders? They should. And who are they, anyway.

Also, let’s talk about my crazy eyes. Crazy, huh? Don’t mess with that woman with the Crazy Eyes and the ginormous schnozz. Wooooooooo woo woo woo.

[No, I don't have anything else to write about. Unless you want to hear me complain about my stuffed up nose and my grumpy, grumpy, lady grumps. And you don't want to hear how all I want to do is go to bed and go to sleep and snore and maybe read a bit but I'm trying to do stuff but maybe I should go to bed.]

My crazy eyes are looking at you, people.