Spin, spinning, spun

This is going to be a very disjointed post but I want to write how this day has been for me. My brain is all over the place because of my surgery. I KNOW it sounds lame to worry about a mere carpal tunnel procedure that lasts all of TEN MINUTES but I have never had any sort of surgeries. I pushed two kids out in relatively short amounts of time and only needed but one stitch. I have never needed anesthesia. I have never broken a bone. (Ok, my pinky toe but that doesn’t even count). I just don’t know what to expect.

I had dreams I couldn’t find the hospital. Which is laughable because I have been there before and it’s only about three blocks from my house. I dreamt I couldn’t find the room to go to and I was running late. I slept like crap.

A nurse called and ran me through all kinds of stuff, the most important thing being to wash with this antibacterial soap stuff. No biggie. I called a specific number to find out my time. I have to be at the hospital by 5 AM and my surgery is slated for 7:30. The plan is that I will drive myself and Ash will take care of getting the kids to school. I see no other way to run this, honestly. When they’re dropped off, he’ll come back and bring me home; we’ll get my car later.

I tried to go about my day normally: I got Batgirl #19 and I am writing the review now. I ordered books for Summer and Fall classes because on Monday, the schedules go live and to be in compliance with the state, books needed to be… on the books. I ate a slice of pizza because I am being a good little lapsed Catholic and abstaining from meat. I’m cleaning my office so when I get back Monday, I don’t feel like my life is spinning out of control. Classes resume and I will attempt to continue normal functions, even with my hand all bandaged.

I will be so glad when this is all over. Mostly, I look forward to being able to run without my hand asleep. And writing. I can’t wait to write in my journal without severe pain. I actually really love the act of handwriting. There’s something very sensual about dragging the tip of a pen across paper.

OK SO… I just got a call from the surgeon’s office…the guy who was going to perform it had a family emergency so I have to reschedule with one of the other surgeons and then reschedule the surgery. This is such bullshit. I was ready; this week works because I have no classes. SIGH.

You know how they say things happen for a reason? Yeah, I just don’t see it yet. Dear world, please present said reason soon. Kthxbye.

My Book Boyfriend – week 8

J.R. Ward’s new book is coming out on the 29th of this month (gigantic squee!!) so I am featuring another one of her awesome heroes. This week from Lover Revealed, I present Butch O’Neal.

Ward wrote an insider’s guide wherein she “interviews” all her characters. This from there:

Butch O’Neal’s presence isn’t over-shadowed by V’s. Butch is not as a big, but compared to other human men, he’s heavy duty. He’s about six feet two and his shoulders are very broad… and they’ve gotten even broader since I first met him, as if he’s been lifting weights with the brothers or something. He’s got hazel eyes and a nose that’s been broken a couple of times and brown hair. His attitude is cocky and self-confident, but it’s not offensive because you sense he can back it up and then some. And he obviously likes women. Not in a skivvy way or anything; he’s not an ogler. When he looks at you, you just have the sense that he respects you

Ward has said herself she pictured David Boreanaz as Butch and I have to agree.

He’d be pretty much perfect to play an ex-cop! I thought Butch was an awesome addition to the Brothers from book one; he was the first human they let into their compound and it was based on two things: one being that he wanted to protect Beth, who ended up being Wrath’s “shellan” and two, he formed a friendship with Vishous that pretty much stamped “friend” on his forehead.

As much as I liked Butch’s relationship with Marissa, I love the sexual tension between him and V. There’s a scene towards the end – and if I told you the context it would ruin the book –  that is totally melt-worthy:

In slow motion Vishous’s dark head dropped down and there was a silken brush as his goatee moved against Butch’s throat. With delicious precision, V’s fangs pressed against the vein that ran up from Butch’s heart, then slowly, inexorably, punched through skin.  Their chests merged.

Butch closed his eyes and absorbed the feel of it all, the warmth of their bodies so close, the way V’s hair felt soft on the jaw, the slide of the powerful male arm as it slipped around his waist.  On their own accord, Butch’s hands left the pegs and came to rest on V’s hips, squeezing that hard flesh, bringing them together from head to foot.  A tremor went  through one of them.  Or maybe…shit, it was more likely they both shuddered.

I could just die! I am hoping that the next book has some great scenes between these two; it’s rumoured so we’ll see!


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