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Thursday, November 3, 2011

Rhonda Nelson Confesses


Please join us in welcoming Rhonda Nelson to our blog as she shares about her moral struggles and her  latest Blaze release, THE SURVIVOR.  Rhonda is giving away two copies of her book to lucky commenters tomorrow so please sure to comment to day, keep your fingers crossed, and check back tomorrow to see if you are one of the lucky winners!


Rhonda has also supplied a yummy recipe for tomorrow so be sure to come back and visit with us.

A Confession…


Y’all, I have something to tell you and I’m not proud of it.

For the most part, I think I’m an easy-going, kind-hearted and generous person. I’m quick to share my time, to take a meal when others are sick, to offer a word of encouragement. I donate to various charities, can’t walk past the Salvation Army buckets at Christmastime without feeling guilty, even if I’ve already given that day. According to the abbreviated version of the Myers-Brigg’s test my personality type is called “The Nurturer.”

Given that, one would think that I wouldn’t be stingy about anything, right? And yet, I am, y’all. When it comes to one thing, I completely lose my cool and any sense of sharing, even with those I love, those I care about.
And you know what that thing is? It’s…French Fries.

*hangs head in shame*

Yes, you read that right. It’s French Fries. I would gladly give the shoes off my feet to a total stranger if they needed them, but you let a friend or loved one try to sneak a French Fry from my plate and I become stingy, greasy-fingered b*tch. Seriously. I’m horrible! It’s not like I’m going to eat all the fries, or I’m in danger of starvation, or am never going to get another French Fry.
So…why? What is it about French Fries, of all things, that bring out the absolute worst in me? What does it matter if someone gets one measly fry?
Please tell me I’m not along in my stingy fry shame. Tell me there are more of you out there. We can form a self-help group. Create our own twelve step program.

Confess in the comments and I’ll pick two winners for my latest Blaze release, THE SURVIVOR, which is on shelves now.

Special thanks to Jean, Stephanie, Kathy and Cheryl for having me here today!

13 comments:

  1. Blue crab claws. I will not share them Sam I am. Not in a boat and not with a float. I adore them and will greedily consume every last one. I WILL NOT SHARE.

    And oh goody! You have a new book out! I simply adore everything you write! I shall have to get my copy before the weekend so I can snuggle up with a good book!

    Thanks for dropping by today, Rhonda. We love you around here!

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  2. I once stabbed my sister in the hand with my fork for taking a french fry from my plate.

    We were adults.

    And my own hubby once outraged me by, when I asked him why he hadn't ordered a shrimp cocktail, casually saying that "he'd just have one of mine." I told him h**l no he wouldn't, that if he'd wanted any shrimp he should have ordered his own.

    There are just some things you shouldn't take for granted.

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  3. When we order in a restaurant, The Guy will almost always say, "Are you going to eat all of yours?"

    Now, how am I supposed to know that before I even get it? He's hoping he can order something different and have two things. Lots of times it works out for him, but nobody gets my crab. If I have any left, I'm taking it home and I'm going to eat it myself. I am a philistine and have no compunction about eating leftover seafood.

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  4. That's a good one. Hmm. I don't really care about sharing my food or fries as long as someone asks first. I had a friend who was always "eating healthy" and very pious about ordering the best healthy meals in restaurants. Once I ordered a really good mascarpone ravioli with amazing sauce and these yummy sweet potato skinny fries twirled as a garnish. She had tomato soup and octopus/not calamari and you couldn't pay me to eat what she got. Well, she finished her food, started eyeing mine, and took a fry from my plate WITHOUT ASKING. I'll never forget that moment. I was too shocked to stab her with my fork. But I am always really careful to angle my plate away from hers when we go out together LOL.

    I think the one thing I hate sharing is MY CAR. I am territorial about it. I don't like other people driving it--and that includes my husband and teen, too. They have their own cars.

    Oh, and don't go into my purse. At all. That's just rude.

    :-)

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  5. Thanks, Cheryl! And I wouldn't share my blue crab claws either. Those are much more costly and harder to find than mere fries. ;-)

    Linda, I can *so* see you doing this, lol! I haven't stabbed anyone yet, but can't say that it's not a possibility at some point in the future.

    Jean, that must be a man thing because my dh does this as well. And he takes FOREVER to order. Drives me insane.

    Christine, I recently gave up my new car to my daughter, so I'm not as attached to that. There's just something about the fry thing that irritates me to no end, lol.

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  6. And sorry I'm so late today. College Boy had a math crisis. Not that I could help with math--wasn't my subject--but I needed to lend moral support. :-)

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  7. Hmmm, I will have to think about this one. Like Christine, as a general rule, I will share with you if you ask.

    Rhonda, thanks for visiting with us today. I am looking forward to reading your newest book!

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  8. Thanks, Stephanie! I'm not surprised at all to learn that you are not a fry hog. :-)

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  9. Rhonda! Thanks for stopping in and sharing time under the Tulip Tree with us today and tomorrow! Can't wait to read your recipe. :D

    I can so understand where you're coming from when it comes to food. Once someone tried to take one of my two tunafish sandwiches when I had nothing to eat but those sandwiches all day long. How vexing! Ordinarily, I would have shared, but I was away from home, without money to get anything else and I was a teenager. The gall! ;)

    French Fries are my weak link too. Like you, I probably won't eat them all, but don't take without asking, please. What I seldom like to share: chocolate chip cookies. Heehee!! Yummy in my tumblee!

    Looking forward to tomorrow's blog!

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  10. As a kid, my mom would always sneak bites of my food saying she was 'checking it for poison.' Made me crazy territorial about my food. But as time has gone on and portion sizes have tripled, I don't care much anymore. At least half of my food will end up in a to go container that DB will either eat at the restaurant or for lunch the next day.

    That said, I'll get grouchy if you try to get to my food before I do. At least let me have a few bites when its at the perfect temperature before you move in. Like the curly cue on the top of my DQ dipped cone. It's mine. My mom would always bite the top off as she passed it to me in the car. ARGH! Made me nuts. :)

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  11. Andrea, losing the curly cue on top of ice cream is bad mojo. I'd be upset too. Gotta love a perfectly formed soft cone!

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  12. Everyones's a winner! Will get books out ASAP. :-)

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  13. I love chocolate....and will do anything, and I mean anything, to keep anyone away fromany of mine. Of course, that also applies to ice cream. Lol

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