Friday, 29 June 2012

Liz Reinhardt guest post and giveaway

Today I welcome Liz Reinhardt with a guestpost

About Liz
Liz Reinhardt was born and raised in the idyllic beauty of northwest NJ. A move to the subtropics of coastal Georgia with her daughter and husband left her with a newly realized taste for the beach and a bloated sunscreen budget that exist right alongside an intense longing for the bagels and fast-talking foul mouths of her youth.
She loves Raisinettes, even if they aren’t really candy, the Oxford comma, movies that are hilarious or feature zombies, any and all books, but especially romance (the smarter and hotter, the better), the sound of her daughter’s incessantly wise and entertaining chatter, and watching her husband work on cars in the driveway.
You can read her blog at www.elizabethreinhardt.blogspot.com, like her on Facebook, or email her at lizreinhardtwrites@gmail.com.

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Thank you, Michelle for letting me share in your blogoversary!! I have been in quite a few weddings. I was a flower girl and a maid of honor three times, plus I got married myself and was just a general guest at a few. I LOVE a good wedding; the ceremony, the dancing, the family fights (haha! just kidding...um, usually). So here I will share all about my little bro's wedding to my lovely sis-in-law and all the fun my husband and I had on the dance floor...ah romance! So much love to you, Michelle, and many thanks for your awesome passion for books and blogging!! Mwah!!

Most of my days are spend hanging with my family and writing.
BUT, sometimes no writing happens at all, which is fine because I have legit business going on.

Like I have to squeeze into an electric blue strapless tube dress with pockets so I can be the bridesmaid for my newly minted 19-year-old Southern belle sister-in-law.  Which sounds way more painful than it actually was for a few key reasons:

  •  I don't look too bad in electric blue, and it allowed me rock my inner Debbie Harry.
  • I ordered my dress a size too big, remembering that I always bone up for St. Patrick's day by switching from red wine to a full bodied lager and then give up Caring About Calories in Baked Goods for Lent.  But apparently those dreams I had about dancercizing to "Heart of Glass" weren't just dreams, and the dress was mercifully comfortable for a scary skin-tight bridesmaid's dress! 
  • I've always secretly loved dressing like a twin with my little sister.  So what if she's a size 00 and I'm lurking anywhere from an 8 - 14 depending on whether said clothing buttons or has elastic?  Ever since Mom did our hair in matching side French braids and slapped us in identical tie-dye leggings (with stirrups!) matching outfits always make me giggle.  It's a deep dark secret that I'll now share on this blog for the world to see!


Hi!  I like to dancercize to "One Way or Another",  be ironic about Lent and try to convince my sister we should both side French braid our hair for Twin Day, also known as Our Brother's Wedding!

Also, my SIL is actually a really sweet person who puts up with our constant heckling about her funny accent, love of frog legs and insistence on tubing in a river that has live alligators in it.  And no, we do not believe your inane propaganda that they won't bother you if you don't bother them!  Alligators are human-eating machines!  And you are insane if you swim with them!

Or, you are my sister-in-law.

The wedding weather was mercilessly hot, and felt hotter because most of us were in polyester or heavy blends, but everyone looked good and the service was blissfully short and sweet!  My SIL looked gorgeous, my little bro was dapper and it was all magic and romance.  The food at the reception was delicious and, although there was no imbibing since our new little sis is way underage, there was lots of dancing, which is the next best sin after drunkedness!  Especially if you manage to throw some electric blue tube dress lewdness in!

And I got to rekindle a little romance with my own former groom/current husband by jumping into the often treacherous waters of reminiscing-at-a-romantic-event!

While busting a move on the dance floor, I called to Frank, who sat nearby trying to coax our nephew away from the irresistible peacock table decorations that were just begging for a set of chubby hands to grab at them.

"This is fun!"  I shook my butt in his general direction and he smiled his appreciation.  "Remember when we got married?  We're so old now!"

"Yeah.  How long have we been married?  It feels like seventy years," Frank said as he stopped an errant child from blowing out every candle flickering romantically at the head table.

"Really? It feels more like a hundred seventy to me!" I called back, bobbing uncertainly to the "Electric Slide."  "Does this song make you feel like you're at a middle school dance?"

"I don't think I went to any."  He draped a napkin over Amelia's hand a minute before she wiped chocolate cake frosting down her flower-girl dress.  "And if I did, I wouldn't have danced."

"What about to 'Cotton Eye Joe'?  Isn't that, like, your anthem?" I asked and spun two little girls until they wobbled away dizzily.

"Isn't the 'The Chicken Dance' your anthem?"  He caught a plate that slid off the table before it shattered.

"No! 'I'm Too Sexy' is my anthem!"  I shimmied  and bumped butts with Amelia.

"Can't be, it's already mine.  I copyrighted it!"  Our nephew took Frank's hat off of his head and ran away with it before Frank could grab it back.

"How can you afford it, since you already spent all your extra money on the copyright to 'The Hustle' and 'Ice, Ice Baby'?" I crowed and threw some dice at my sis-in-law while she sprinklered back at me.

"Um, except you're the lyrical poet!"  He opened a party favor shaped like a little wedding dress and ate all the lime green M&Ms.

"Well you slice like a ninja!"  I almost tripped as three sugar zombies crawled between my legs.


He's killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom!  No, he really is. 

Frank untangled two kids whose dance was verging on a fistfight and was about to retort when Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" came on and the DJ called us on the floor for a family dance.

We met on the parquet floor, stood in front of each other, and I put my arms around my husband and leaned on his chest.  "I love this song," I sighed.

"Remember when we watched 50 First Dates?" he asked and squeezed my butt.

"From Blockbuster in Newton!  Remember video stores?"  I looked deeply into his blue eyes.

"Remember our crappy little apartment in Branchville?" He kissed my nose.

"Remember how you could sit on the toilet and put your feet in the tub and wash your hands all at the same time in that bathroom?"  We were grinning like fools, remembering our youth, when our future crashed the party.

"I want to dance with you!" Amelia demanded.

We held out our hands, warm parental love spilling towards our daughter.

She shook her head.  "Uh-uh.  I want you to hold me."  Frank reached down to grab her.  "Like a baby," she specified.  "Both of you.  And sing to me."

So we cradled our fifty pound, five-year-old baby between us with shaking arms and crooned Iz's crazy version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" without screwing up too many lyrics.

"How long is this freaking song?" Frank gasped, moving his arms so Amelia's heft transferred almost completely to me.

"Like five minutes," I wheezed. Amelia glared and ordered us to keep singing before she closed her eyes and pretended to snore.

"It feels like five years," Frank moaned.

"Like five hundred years," I cried.

I smiled at him.  He raised his eyebrows at me.

Giving in to a fleeting surge of romance, we leaned forward and barely managed a dry, raspy, desperate peck on the lips before our backs were too strained and we had to give full attention to keeping our child from crashing to the ground.  At that moment, Amelia stopped pretend-snoring, swung both her arms around our necks and made us endure a super-long family kiss.

So there I was dancing to a totally rad song, my kid and husband in my arms, my sister and I rocking identical (except for size) electric blue dresses, surrounded by cake and family and kisses and dancing.  It was this awesomely fun night that made me nostalgic for the past, excited about the future and passionately enamored with my immediate present.

And to top it all off, Frank rapped along to "Ice Ice Baby" while I dancercized by his side.  Or maybe that was a dream?  When reality is so dreamy, how could I possibly tell which is which?


Thanks for the love, Iz!

Liz has kindly offered up some books for two winners.  The winners will get to choose:
a paperback of Double Clutch or Junk Miles
or
Double Clutch, Junk Miles, Slow Twitch or Forgiving Trinity in ebook format.

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1 comment:

  1. An amazing post!! Congratulations to your little brother & his new wife Liz, the wedding sounds like such fun..

    Love the Brenna Blixen series!!

    Sharon @ Obsession with Books

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