From the 2011 Debs…
Deb Elise is proud to scream, “MY MUPPET PROJECT IS ONLINE!!!!” Come check out The Muppets Kitchen with Cat Cora, and Hasty Tasty Cooking Tips with Cat Cora and The Muppets, both of which Deb Elise wrote with longtime Muppet writer Craig Shemin. Oh — and note that in the adjoining picture, not only is Deb Elise giddily posing with Fozzie, but she’s also wearing a Fozzie T-shirt. If you listen closely to the webisodes, you might hear her squealing with crazy glee in the background.
Past Deb Updates…
Deb Founder Eileen Cook is excited to share news there are videos by her antagonist Lauren Wood, giving popularity tips. What a great way to celebrate the paperback release. You can see the videos by visiting Lauren’s YouTube page.
Friends of the Debs…
What? You’re not reading Jenn’s Bookshelves? You’re not following her on Twitter? Well, here’s your chance to redeem yourself. Jenn’s blog is chock-full of reviews, giveaways, interviews, and all kinds of book-y goodness. Plus, in October she’s launching FrightFest, where she’ll be featuring “horror/thriller/Halloween themed books & movies” and flinging the doors of her blog wide open for guest posts on all things spook-tacular. Check her out, and tell her the Debs sent ya!
Deb Dish — Since It’s Almost “Fall”… Any Broken Bones? What, When, and How?
Maybe a week after my husband and I started dating, I somehow managed to wrap one leg around the other, tumble to the ground… and break my right leg in four places. I ended up in a full leg cast, and spent the next several days doped up on painkillers, mostly unshowered, and laying flat on my back in my brand new boyfriend’s bed. This was the state in which I met many of his closest friends and relatives. Good times.
Oh, man. When I was in college, I was walking home from the gym one day and saw a patch of ice on the sidewalk in front of me. ‘You really shouldn’t step on that ice,’ I thought to myself, and promptly stepped on it. As I fell, I heard the unmistakable sound of a bone cracking. Multiple surgeries later, that ankle still ain’t right. But on the bright side, at least I always know when it’s going to snow. I’m like that old guy who sits on the porch of the general store and shouts, “Blizzard’s a-comin’!”
My little brother broke his arm riding an ATV when he was a kid, and I didn’t believe him when he came home crying! (I was a dreadful big sister!)
No legitimate broken bones to speak of, but when I was in sixth grade, I developed severe, and unexplained, pain in my foot, which required a cast for a month and a half. After MRIs and X-rays, and ruling out bone cancer, doctors shrugged and gave me my diagnosis: “Growing pains.” Of course, my family had a huge laugh about this and I lost all my sympathy points. But, man, did that foot hurt!
When I was eight, I broke my right arm falling off a piece of playground equipment. It was fractured in two spots near my elbow, and it never healed quite right. As a result, I can bend it at very unnatural angles. This makes for some excellent party tricks.