BlogWhat Are Your Body Parts Worth? 

Okay, people, I found some interesting news online at Black Voices. Did you know that celebrities insure their body parts?  

For example:Dolly Parton’s boobs are insured for $600,000. 

Jennifer Lopez’s butt is insured for $27 million. (Hey, my butt is    bigger than hers. I’m thinking I should have mine insured.) 

Heidi Klum’s legs are insured for $2.2 million. 

Tina Turner’s legs are insured for $3.2 million. 

Angelina Jolie is insured for 1 Billion. 

Soccer player David Beckman is insured for $70 million. 

And, lastly – you’re going to LOVE this — Tom Jones’ CHEST HAIR is insured for $7 million. 

Hey, I don’t make up this stuff. Go to:

http://www.blackvoices.com/blogs/2009/03/12/celebrity-body-part-insurance/

I just have to tell everyone — Barbie turned 50 years old today. Can you believe that _itch still fits in the clothes she wore at 20?

I am back from two weeks of book signings — during which time I was forced to wear makeup and pantyhose — and I’d like to thank those who showed up. One reader brought me home made candy so many thanks to PJ for that! Now get this: We left Alpharetta, Georgia, bound for Lithonia, Georgia, on Sunday, March 1st and hit a snow storm! Actually, it was a blizzard! I’m not exaggerating! I always said if I wore makeup and pantyhose hell would freeze over so I’m sort of thinking I had something to do with that snow storm.

Although I’ll have to go to a couple of signings at the end of the month, I am SO GLAD to be home. I missed my pets, even the dachshund with the flatulence problem. He is sprawled across my feet as I sit here and type this. Every time he farts I spray him with Lysol. I’m not sure it’s good for his fur, but it keeps me from barfing on my keyboard.

So now I have two weeks to finish my book. There is also a box of unopened chocolate in the house, left over from boxes I purchased for bookstore sellers. I hope all of you will keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I try to stay out of it.

Big warm hug to everyone!

One of the happiest days of my life was selling my first book to Bantam’s Loveswept line in 1986. I walked on air for days. I couldn’t wait to see my book cover which would actually flesh out the main characters that I’d created in my head!


Some months back, I was contacted by the VP of a major film company who’d read the first book of my new Crazy series, titled WHAT LOOKS LIKE CRAZY, and thought it would make a great TV series.

Now, before I go any further, let me say that the chances of something like this happening is a LONGSHOT so I’m not getting my hopes up. A number of authors have had their books optioned, but nothing ever came of it.
Still, I’m allowed to fantasize!


For those of you who are not familiar with my CRAZY series… (For more see the whole post at):

                      Romance Novel TV

Okay, this might be a gross topic, but I’m curious. With all the air travel going on at Christmas, I read a recent online article written by a staff member at City News in Toronto, listing the biggest complaints by passengers. A new survey from TripAdvisor claims that travelers biggest gripes are kids who misbehave during the flights and body odor of those sitting next to them. There are other complaints, of course, but as the article states, “Bad body odor was cited by 54 percent of passengers as being their personal pet plane peeve – especially when they’re stuck beside an offender for hours at a time.” I’ve been told that people can’t smell body odor on themselves. I find that hard to believe. If I’ve been working in my yard, I can pretty much tell if I need a shower.   So why cant people can’t tell if they have BO and why are some people more prone to it? 

But the million dollar question is: Should you tell someone if they have it?

Did you know that Viagra was originally created by Pfizer for angina?  I don’t think it did much for heart disease, but men who suffered from impotence discovered they got a stiffie from taking it.

I think it’s great, but there are other so-called cures that I find baffling. For example, I once heard you could cure an earache by pouring urine in your ear.

Here’s my question: Who discovered this and how? I mean, say you had a really bad earache and the ear drops weren’t working. I could see trying peroxide in your ear, but can you imagine sitting around thinking, “Oh, I’ll bet if I peed in a cup and poured my urine in my ear the pain would go away.”

I’m here to tell you, I’d rather have an earache.

I know what you’re thinking… “Oh, Charlotte made that up.” The answer is no. Not even I, the weirdest person in the world could come up with something like that.

AOL Health has reported that Manuel Uribe who is listed in the 2006 Guinness World Records as the world’s heaviest man, weighing more than 1200 pounds, has married. Supposedly, his wife-to-be helped him lose 550 pounds before the wedding, but he was delivered to the ceremony on a flatbed truck, lounging on a custom-made bed.

AOL  also reported that the bride, Claudia Solis, wore hot-pink lipstick and a tiara. Enough said.

The couple plans to have a family.

Okay, so here’s the obvious question: How? Naturally, I’ve played every scenario in my mind but damned if I can figured it out. But since Manuel can’t leave his bed, I guess they’ll have every opportunity to try.

This is why I think it’s fair to warn people to stay away from sites like eHarmony or Match.com. You just never know if those photos have been doctored. Maybe there’s a physical description listed as “big boned“. Or maybe Claudia likes big men. Really big men. Really, really big men. Like one who weighs more than her car.

To her credit, Claudia helped him take off the 550 pounds. I’m just wondering how many salads this guy ate each day in order to drop that much weight. I can sort of imagine him eating about 50 chef salads with 10 bottles of low fat dressing.

I Googled “world’s fattest man” and there he was, curtesy of Fox News, photos of him “before and after.”

I guess this proves there is somebody out there for everybody.

Okay, how was I supposed to know there was a place in Russia called Georgia?  I took American history in high school and college.  So you can imagine my surprise when I heard Russia had attacked Georgia.  I’m like, “Holy hell, why would ANYONE attack Georgia!”  Unless some country has run out of red clay which Georgia has plenty of.  Or mobile homes.  There are a lot of mobile homes in Georgia, but we have just as many here in South Carolina.  I’ve since learned there is a place called Georgia in Russia so we’re all safe for now.  It’s important to know your geography, folks.

You know that you have no life when you find yourself reading about the sex lives of Octopuses, but I find myself doing this sort of thing from time to time just to get out of working on my book.  What I learned might surprise you.
 
Maggie Fox of Reuters Ltd. reported on a study by University of California, Berkley, that, “The love lives of octopuses are far more complex than anyone thought.”
 
This is odd to me because I had never spent much time thinking about the love lives of octopuses until now.   Anyway, the males actually court the females.  They flirt and hold hands, or tentacles, as the case may be; they do everything except light candles and put on romantic music.  The male is very protective of his lover.  If a new guy octopus tries to steal the affections of another male’s sweetie pie, watch out!   Males guard their females with the ferociousness of a junkyard dog.  And get this: once octopuses become sexually mature, they do it three times a day!  
 
Maggie Fox goes on to report that males deposit sperm packets into the females with specially designed arms.  This produces tens of thousands of eggs.  Fortunately, for the soon-to-be parents, their life span ends within a few short months after mating, which means they don’t actually have to raise the newborns.
 
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