Does anyone do that anymore? Once gift bags came along everyone and anyone that received a gift from me got one. No more wrapping! No more cutting and sizing the paper, no more taping and making out gift cards. All you had to do was toss some pretty tissue in a pretty gift bag, toss the gift inside and there you have it. And the best part is you can reuse the gift bags. Those things are expensive!
Well...I just spent half an hour wrapping my granddaughter's birthday gifts. I hate wrapping gifts and do a terrible job. But my daughter informed me Alivia wanted to unwrap gifts on her birthday, none of that gift bag stuff. You should see her gifts. It looks like she wrapped them herself but what does it matter? She won't know the difference.
I asked her what she wanted for her birthday and she said presents...pink ones:)
Speaking of my granddaughter, she said her first cuss word the other day. She over heard her daddy say something when he was pulling out the barbecue grill and a lizard startled him. Later she told her mom that a damn lizard scared her daddy. LOL
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Steamy Excerpt
IT'S ALL IN THE JEANS
“How long do you think it will last?” Libby smiled up at him, wondering what kept him so quiet.
Logan shrugged, shaking the beads of water out of his hair. “No way of telling,” he said loudly, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing his arms. “Why, you scared?”
His question caused a peal of laughter to escape Libby. “Of course not! I love storms!” She moved closer and peered around him to look out. “They’re wild and beautiful. Mother Nature in all her glory! Don’t you think?”
Their gazes met and clung. Logan’s expression was hard to read, the look in his eyes secretive as his wolfish grin slowly faded away. It was hard to pull her gaze from him, and the more they stared at each other the more the atmosphere became charged between them, as palpable as the pounding storm. Libby couldn’t deny there was an element of excitement that was only amplified by the fierce wind and rain outside.
“Do you know what I think?” he asked after a while. Libby just shook her head and waited. “I think you’re wild and beautiful.” He reached out, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek before sliding his hand behind her head beneath her hair. He cupped the back of her neck, gently pulling her to him. “And if I don’t taste your lips this very minute, you might as well call Thayer Hospital and have them lock me up.”
A soft chuckle escaped Libby, her eyes widening on his approaching mouth. “Really?”
“Yes…”
Libby quickly closed the distance between them, her mouth cutting him off. Logan didn’t seem to mind when she leaned into him, opening her mouth so their tongues could mesh. That seemed to be all Logan needed to send him into high gear. He crushed her to him with a low groan that echoed off the tiled walls surrounding them. A heated rush blasted through Libby, and she felt like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
Her willingness spurred Logan on, and he began his sensual attack in earnest. His hand tensed at her neck, but he was careful not to exert undue pressure. The towel slipped from Libby’s shoulders when she raised her arms to link them around his neck but she didn’t care. He in turn let his hands glide up the curve of her waist to just below her breasts. Libby yearned for him to cup her aching flesh. But for a moment they were content to kiss, explore and nip passionately at each other’s mouths. Taste the passion rapidly building.
When Logan’s hands smoothed back down to her waist, over the curve of her hips and down her thighs, Libby decided she needed more. And this time she wasn’t going to let him walk away without appeasing the hunger trapped inside her. Not when he was the one who’d awakened it. She was conscious that he was carefully keeping his hands in the safe zones but she was about to change that.
She pulled away from their kiss, getting raised brows as she stepped back and reached behind her. With little to no effort she untied her bikini top and let it fall from her body. Logan’s gaze landed on her breasts, his pupils dilating and turning dark. His face flushed with desire. Libby knew it was a brazen act on her part but she wanted him and wasn’t afraid to show it.
“Libby…”
She could hear the hesitation in his tone, even though it was clear he wanted her in turn. Well, she had one more ace up her sleeve. Granted, it was bold and something she’d never done before, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to see what Logan’s reaction would be. To see how far she’d have to go to make him lose control.
“I know, Logan, you said all you wanted from me was sex. Well, I’m accepting your terms.” She put her hands on the strings at her hips, easily pulling them free until her bikini bottoms fell to the floor around her ankles. She was completely naked in front of him, standing, maybe not so tall but surely proud, beneath his burning gaze.
She swallowed nervously. If he rejected her now she’d leave the park and never return. However, what she saw on Logan’s expression wasn’t rejection. As he took his fill looking at her, she let her gaze roam down to the prominent bulge in his pants. It was a wonder it didn’t burst right through his zipper! Without realizing what she was doing she reached forward and touched him to see if it was as hard as it appeared, sliding a naughty fingertip down the pulsing length. He was made of steel. And she couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
He sucked in his breath, his penis jumping strongly beneath her finger. His heavy-lidded gaze slid down Libby’s exposed body in a slow, heated caress that made her heart pound and her pulse race. She felt her breasts swelling for attention, her nipples tingling almost painfully with excitement. Lord, it was a wonder she remained on her feet she was so turned on. And all they’d done was kiss so far.
What is Logan waiting for? Libby was all but asking him to make love to her. Doesn’t he recognize the signs? Surely he isn’t a virgin!
“Ah, Logan?” she questioned after a moment, curious as to why he hadn’t made his move yet when she expected him to sweep her into his arms and ravish her. His eyes swung lazily up to hers, the question in them apparent. “Ah, you’ve been with a woman before, haven’t you?” Her finger continued to toy with his erection. “Because if you haven’t, I can show you what to do with this.”
The crooked grin spreading slowly across his face was sexy as sin, and Libby felt the heat of embarrassment crawl up her neck and span across her cheeks when she realized her mistake. All at once the wolfish look in his eyes was backed up with a predatory gleam, and his intentions became very clear.
He was about to make a meal of her.
“I thought I told you, Libby, I like it slow and easy.” His words reminded her of what he’d said that night at the bar.
Without warning he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up against him. She was the one catching her breath now, feeling the ridge of his desire against her. “And looking is the best part,” he finished in a voice of smooth velvet.
“How long do you think it will last?” Libby smiled up at him, wondering what kept him so quiet.
Logan shrugged, shaking the beads of water out of his hair. “No way of telling,” he said loudly, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing his arms. “Why, you scared?”
His question caused a peal of laughter to escape Libby. “Of course not! I love storms!” She moved closer and peered around him to look out. “They’re wild and beautiful. Mother Nature in all her glory! Don’t you think?”
Their gazes met and clung. Logan’s expression was hard to read, the look in his eyes secretive as his wolfish grin slowly faded away. It was hard to pull her gaze from him, and the more they stared at each other the more the atmosphere became charged between them, as palpable as the pounding storm. Libby couldn’t deny there was an element of excitement that was only amplified by the fierce wind and rain outside.
“Do you know what I think?” he asked after a while. Libby just shook her head and waited. “I think you’re wild and beautiful.” He reached out, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek before sliding his hand behind her head beneath her hair. He cupped the back of her neck, gently pulling her to him. “And if I don’t taste your lips this very minute, you might as well call Thayer Hospital and have them lock me up.”
A soft chuckle escaped Libby, her eyes widening on his approaching mouth. “Really?”
“Yes…”
Libby quickly closed the distance between them, her mouth cutting him off. Logan didn’t seem to mind when she leaned into him, opening her mouth so their tongues could mesh. That seemed to be all Logan needed to send him into high gear. He crushed her to him with a low groan that echoed off the tiled walls surrounding them. A heated rush blasted through Libby, and she felt like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
Her willingness spurred Logan on, and he began his sensual attack in earnest. His hand tensed at her neck, but he was careful not to exert undue pressure. The towel slipped from Libby’s shoulders when she raised her arms to link them around his neck but she didn’t care. He in turn let his hands glide up the curve of her waist to just below her breasts. Libby yearned for him to cup her aching flesh. But for a moment they were content to kiss, explore and nip passionately at each other’s mouths. Taste the passion rapidly building.
When Logan’s hands smoothed back down to her waist, over the curve of her hips and down her thighs, Libby decided she needed more. And this time she wasn’t going to let him walk away without appeasing the hunger trapped inside her. Not when he was the one who’d awakened it. She was conscious that he was carefully keeping his hands in the safe zones but she was about to change that.
She pulled away from their kiss, getting raised brows as she stepped back and reached behind her. With little to no effort she untied her bikini top and let it fall from her body. Logan’s gaze landed on her breasts, his pupils dilating and turning dark. His face flushed with desire. Libby knew it was a brazen act on her part but she wanted him and wasn’t afraid to show it.
“Libby…”
She could hear the hesitation in his tone, even though it was clear he wanted her in turn. Well, she had one more ace up her sleeve. Granted, it was bold and something she’d never done before, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to see what Logan’s reaction would be. To see how far she’d have to go to make him lose control.
“I know, Logan, you said all you wanted from me was sex. Well, I’m accepting your terms.” She put her hands on the strings at her hips, easily pulling them free until her bikini bottoms fell to the floor around her ankles. She was completely naked in front of him, standing, maybe not so tall but surely proud, beneath his burning gaze.
She swallowed nervously. If he rejected her now she’d leave the park and never return. However, what she saw on Logan’s expression wasn’t rejection. As he took his fill looking at her, she let her gaze roam down to the prominent bulge in his pants. It was a wonder it didn’t burst right through his zipper! Without realizing what she was doing she reached forward and touched him to see if it was as hard as it appeared, sliding a naughty fingertip down the pulsing length. He was made of steel. And she couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
He sucked in his breath, his penis jumping strongly beneath her finger. His heavy-lidded gaze slid down Libby’s exposed body in a slow, heated caress that made her heart pound and her pulse race. She felt her breasts swelling for attention, her nipples tingling almost painfully with excitement. Lord, it was a wonder she remained on her feet she was so turned on. And all they’d done was kiss so far.
What is Logan waiting for? Libby was all but asking him to make love to her. Doesn’t he recognize the signs? Surely he isn’t a virgin!
“Ah, Logan?” she questioned after a moment, curious as to why he hadn’t made his move yet when she expected him to sweep her into his arms and ravish her. His eyes swung lazily up to hers, the question in them apparent. “Ah, you’ve been with a woman before, haven’t you?” Her finger continued to toy with his erection. “Because if you haven’t, I can show you what to do with this.”
The crooked grin spreading slowly across his face was sexy as sin, and Libby felt the heat of embarrassment crawl up her neck and span across her cheeks when she realized her mistake. All at once the wolfish look in his eyes was backed up with a predatory gleam, and his intentions became very clear.
He was about to make a meal of her.
“I thought I told you, Libby, I like it slow and easy.” His words reminded her of what he’d said that night at the bar.
Without warning he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up against him. She was the one catching her breath now, feeling the ridge of his desire against her. “And looking is the best part,” he finished in a voice of smooth velvet.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
I feel pretty...
oh so pretty! LOL Just got my nails done and my pedicure. So, at least my hands and feet look pretty:)
Friday, July 24, 2009
Fifty-five Means Sixty
Sixty means sixty-five, seventy means seventy-five...or with some people it means ninety. LOL I'm talking about the speed limit. Thank goodness for cruise control! I admit that I'm a cruise driver. If I didn't set my cruise to no more than five miles over the speed limit I'd be the first one to get a ticket. Especially on I-4.
It's easy to get up there before you know it. I mean, you start out at the correct speed but in an effort to keep up with everyone else you're going ten, twenty miles an hour over the limit. I can't believe how fast some drivers go on the interstate. I've only received one speeding ticket in my life time, about twenty-five years ago. Now all I do is set my cruise and stay in the right hand lane.
It's easy to get up there before you know it. I mean, you start out at the correct speed but in an effort to keep up with everyone else you're going ten, twenty miles an hour over the limit. I can't believe how fast some drivers go on the interstate. I've only received one speeding ticket in my life time, about twenty-five years ago. Now all I do is set my cruise and stay in the right hand lane.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Why I Was Fired
For the Annual Company Picnic, management had decided that because of liability issues, we could have alcohol, but only one drink per person.
I was fired for ordering the cups:)
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
FORTY YEARS AGO
I met him. We were both teenagers. I was spending the summer with my dad, he was spending the summer at his family's camp on China Lake. My dad's girlfriend lived in an upstairs apartment at his uncle's huge house across from that very camp. To earn extra money for the summer he was spending most of his days painting his uncle's house.
His name was Jack. Tall, handsome as sin and a soft spoken boy of eighteen. I was younger than him, but very mature for my age. I had the figure of a woman, my hair fell to my waist. I'll never forget the first time we saw each other. I was wading in China Lake, wearing my favorite blue and while polka dot dress. He was watching me from the bank, just standing there with his friend.
As soon as our eyes met I became infatuated with him. And I'm pretty sure it was reciprocated, considering we spent every free moment together the rest of that summer. My favorite time was when we would lay under a secluded tree after dark, staring up at the stars and just talking. It was one of those nights that he gave me my first kiss. A soft, exploring kind of kiss that revealed he was just as nervous as me.
When summer ended and I had to leave, I cried all the way to the airport, which was five hours away. Jack joined the navy soon after and we wrote back and forth for two years. We exchanged pictures, talked on the phone and he sent me gifts.
Then the letter every young person hates to receive, when someone you love or think you love reveals they've met someone and are getting married. I remember Jack saying he had a decision to make and he was afraid that no matter what he did, he would lose a good friend. I wasn't stupid, I knew what he was talking about. I have to be honest and say at the time that I told Jack I was happy for him. I wrote him one last letter and never heard from him again.
Why is it that one summer remains with me so vivid after all these years? I don't dwell on it, or Jack, but once in a while something will remind me of him. Or I'll have a dream and wake up with him on my mind. And worse, my cousin will call and tell me she's heard this or that about him. She's close to his family and has had occasions to visit with him and his wife and they email back and forth.
Over the years I've seen glimpses of him when I've gone home to visit and he just happens to be visiting his family at the same time. Then that summer comes back to haunt me with what was...what could have been. And that's silly.
So, what is it? Why are there times when I think about him that I feel so melancholy? My gosh, for the most part I've had a happy life. I went on and found my prince charming...twice:) Is it the loss of youth that bothers me? A time of innocence in a small town of days spent in the lake or down at the ice cream stand with friends? I wish I knew.
How many of you have something in your past that you can't seem to let go of?
His name was Jack. Tall, handsome as sin and a soft spoken boy of eighteen. I was younger than him, but very mature for my age. I had the figure of a woman, my hair fell to my waist. I'll never forget the first time we saw each other. I was wading in China Lake, wearing my favorite blue and while polka dot dress. He was watching me from the bank, just standing there with his friend.
As soon as our eyes met I became infatuated with him. And I'm pretty sure it was reciprocated, considering we spent every free moment together the rest of that summer. My favorite time was when we would lay under a secluded tree after dark, staring up at the stars and just talking. It was one of those nights that he gave me my first kiss. A soft, exploring kind of kiss that revealed he was just as nervous as me.
When summer ended and I had to leave, I cried all the way to the airport, which was five hours away. Jack joined the navy soon after and we wrote back and forth for two years. We exchanged pictures, talked on the phone and he sent me gifts.
Then the letter every young person hates to receive, when someone you love or think you love reveals they've met someone and are getting married. I remember Jack saying he had a decision to make and he was afraid that no matter what he did, he would lose a good friend. I wasn't stupid, I knew what he was talking about. I have to be honest and say at the time that I told Jack I was happy for him. I wrote him one last letter and never heard from him again.
Why is it that one summer remains with me so vivid after all these years? I don't dwell on it, or Jack, but once in a while something will remind me of him. Or I'll have a dream and wake up with him on my mind. And worse, my cousin will call and tell me she's heard this or that about him. She's close to his family and has had occasions to visit with him and his wife and they email back and forth.
Over the years I've seen glimpses of him when I've gone home to visit and he just happens to be visiting his family at the same time. Then that summer comes back to haunt me with what was...what could have been. And that's silly.
So, what is it? Why are there times when I think about him that I feel so melancholy? My gosh, for the most part I've had a happy life. I went on and found my prince charming...twice:) Is it the loss of youth that bothers me? A time of innocence in a small town of days spent in the lake or down at the ice cream stand with friends? I wish I knew.
How many of you have something in your past that you can't seem to let go of?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Old is just old...Old is not dumb!
A strong young man at a construction site was bragging that he could out-do anyone in a feat of strength. He made a special case of making fun of one of the older workmen.
After several minutes, the older worker had enough.
'Why don't you put your money where your mouth is,' he said. 'I'll bet a week's wages that I can haul something in a wheelbarrow over to that building that you won't be able to wheel back.'
'You're on, old man,' the braggart replied. 'Let's see you do it.'
The old man reached out and grabbed the wheelbarrow by the handles.
Then, nodding to the young man, he said, 'All right, Dumb Ass, get in.'
Never mess with an old man
After several minutes, the older worker had enough.
'Why don't you put your money where your mouth is,' he said. 'I'll bet a week's wages that I can haul something in a wheelbarrow over to that building that you won't be able to wheel back.'
'You're on, old man,' the braggart replied. 'Let's see you do it.'
The old man reached out and grabbed the wheelbarrow by the handles.
Then, nodding to the young man, he said, 'All right, Dumb Ass, get in.'
Never mess with an old man
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Cupid's Arrow Excerpt
My first book published with Whiskey Creek Press was on their best sellers list for two consecutive months!
The bathroom wasn’t all that big and when Mike stepped further into the room it shrunk even smaller. “Sorry if I frightened you.” As he spoke his eyes moved around the room, searching for a good place for her to sit. There was only one place high enough. “Up.” He patted the vanity top.
“Up? I don’t think…” Before she could brace herself Mike’s hands went to her waist, hoisting her up without any trouble. She caught her breath when her legs came in contact with the cold marble surface.
“You were saying?” He took in her pretty blush, noticing she couldn’t meet his eyes.
"Do you always get your way?” There was a slight tremor in her voice, which didn’t go unnoticed by Mike. He couldn’t help wondering if she was as effected as he was by their close proximity. He began questioning his common sense. Her sitting on the vanity brought them almost at eye level.
“When it matters,” he responded with amusement He lowered his gaze, taking in the blood soaking her costume before opening the kit to see what it offered. Not much, but at least it had bandages and antibiotic ointment. He set it aside, reaching for Emma’s leg.
She stiffened immediately.
“Ouch.”
His eyes shot up to hers. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I’m practicing,” she said with sass, the light in her eyes catching Mike’s interest and turning him warm inside.
For a second he wanted to do something crazy, like kiss that soft mouth. He wanted to know if it taste as sweet as it looked. He wondered if kissing her would erase the humor that always seemed present in her eyes, replacing it with something else. Something hot and needy. When he realized he was staring at her mouth he literally shook his head, swearing beneath his breath.
“Are you okay?” There was nothing at all innocent about her question. Not when she used that low, seductive tone and was looking at him like something she wanted to lap up.
Was he okay? Hell, he hadn’t been okay since the first time he looked into her large, brown eyes. He managed to find enough strength to ignore her comment, bending to the task at hand. His hands reached for the fabric covering her thigh, gently parting it where it was torn.
Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves and stop the shaking of his hands, he carefully inspected the wound. His fingers and knuckles grazed Emma’s soft skin and he clenched his teeth to ignore the rush of heat exploding through him. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d touched anything so satiny.
He gently probed the area, searching for any remaining glass. Emma caught her breath, stiffening, her hands falling upon his shoulders as though to push him away. Mike slowly raised his eyes to hers, losing himself in the sensual pools. His hands faltered. The glare of the bathroom light emphasized the situation between them making it more intimate than it should be.
“It’s not deep, you won’t need stitches. But if it heals up with glass inside it could become infected.”
“I know you’re not hurting me on purpose, Mike. Maybe I need a bullet to bite on or something.” The soft look in her eyes told him she trusted him. “Do what you need to do.”
What he needed to do and what he wanted to do was the same thing. If Emma only knew what she was inviting, he thought to himself. He was standing between her glorious thighs, touching her, his gaze dropped to her breasts noticing the peaks were crowned. They rose and fell softly with her every breath, teasing him, almost begging him for attention. If he made it out of there without making a complete fool of himself it would be a miracle.
As if sensing the direction of his thoughts Emma suddenly removed her hands from his shoulders. Lord, he thought, just let him finish up and get the hell out of there while he could still walk.
The bathroom wasn’t all that big and when Mike stepped further into the room it shrunk even smaller. “Sorry if I frightened you.” As he spoke his eyes moved around the room, searching for a good place for her to sit. There was only one place high enough. “Up.” He patted the vanity top.
“Up? I don’t think…” Before she could brace herself Mike’s hands went to her waist, hoisting her up without any trouble. She caught her breath when her legs came in contact with the cold marble surface.
“You were saying?” He took in her pretty blush, noticing she couldn’t meet his eyes.
"Do you always get your way?” There was a slight tremor in her voice, which didn’t go unnoticed by Mike. He couldn’t help wondering if she was as effected as he was by their close proximity. He began questioning his common sense. Her sitting on the vanity brought them almost at eye level.
“When it matters,” he responded with amusement He lowered his gaze, taking in the blood soaking her costume before opening the kit to see what it offered. Not much, but at least it had bandages and antibiotic ointment. He set it aside, reaching for Emma’s leg.
She stiffened immediately.
“Ouch.”
His eyes shot up to hers. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I’m practicing,” she said with sass, the light in her eyes catching Mike’s interest and turning him warm inside.
For a second he wanted to do something crazy, like kiss that soft mouth. He wanted to know if it taste as sweet as it looked. He wondered if kissing her would erase the humor that always seemed present in her eyes, replacing it with something else. Something hot and needy. When he realized he was staring at her mouth he literally shook his head, swearing beneath his breath.
“Are you okay?” There was nothing at all innocent about her question. Not when she used that low, seductive tone and was looking at him like something she wanted to lap up.
Was he okay? Hell, he hadn’t been okay since the first time he looked into her large, brown eyes. He managed to find enough strength to ignore her comment, bending to the task at hand. His hands reached for the fabric covering her thigh, gently parting it where it was torn.
Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves and stop the shaking of his hands, he carefully inspected the wound. His fingers and knuckles grazed Emma’s soft skin and he clenched his teeth to ignore the rush of heat exploding through him. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d touched anything so satiny.
He gently probed the area, searching for any remaining glass. Emma caught her breath, stiffening, her hands falling upon his shoulders as though to push him away. Mike slowly raised his eyes to hers, losing himself in the sensual pools. His hands faltered. The glare of the bathroom light emphasized the situation between them making it more intimate than it should be.
“It’s not deep, you won’t need stitches. But if it heals up with glass inside it could become infected.”
“I know you’re not hurting me on purpose, Mike. Maybe I need a bullet to bite on or something.” The soft look in her eyes told him she trusted him. “Do what you need to do.”
What he needed to do and what he wanted to do was the same thing. If Emma only knew what she was inviting, he thought to himself. He was standing between her glorious thighs, touching her, his gaze dropped to her breasts noticing the peaks were crowned. They rose and fell softly with her every breath, teasing him, almost begging him for attention. If he made it out of there without making a complete fool of himself it would be a miracle.
As if sensing the direction of his thoughts Emma suddenly removed her hands from his shoulders. Lord, he thought, just let him finish up and get the hell out of there while he could still walk.
Life After People
Which is really life without people. Any of you watch that show on the History Channel? I'm fascinated by it. It shows how civilization changes over time and the breakdown of cities, towns, buildings, etc. when there aren't any people around to maintain them. I don't know how they figured out the time table of when destruction occurs but it's pretty cool stuff.
A Fireman's Revenge
This is one of the best photos I've seen in years! I bet he won't think he is above the law next time. I've got one thing to say to the Firefighter who did this . . . that's the attitude I want if my house is on fire!!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Lovemaking Tips for Seniors!
1. Wear your glasses. Make sure your partner is actually in the bed.
2. Set timer for 3 minutes, in case you doze off in the middle.
3. Set the mood with lighting. (Turn them ALL OFF!)
4. Make sure you put 911 on your speed dial before you begin.
5. Write partner's name on your hand in case you can't remember.
6. Keep the polygrip close by so your teeth don't end up under the bed.
7. Have Tylenol ready in case you actually complete the act.
8. Make all the noise you want... The neighbors are deaf too.
9. If it works, call everyone you know with the good news.
10. Don't even think about trying it twice.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Words for Women to Live By
1. Aspire to be Barbie - the bitch has everything.
2. If the shoe fits - buy them in every color.
3. Take life with a pinch of salt.... A wedge of lime, and a shot of tequila.
4. In need of a support group? - Cocktail hour with the girls!
5. Go on the 30 day diet. (I'm on it and so far I've lost 15 days).
6. When life gets you down - just put on your big girl panties and deal with it.
7. Let your greatest fear be that there is no PMS and this is just your personality.
8. I know I'm in my own little world, but it's ok. They know me here.
9. Lead me not into temptation, I can find it myself.
10. Don't get your knickers in a knot; it solves nothing and makes you walk funny.
11. When life gives you lemons in 2009 - turn it into lemonade then mix it with vodka.
12. Remember where ever there is a good looking; sweet, single or married man there is some woman tired of his bullshit!
13. Keep your chin up, only the first 40 years of parenthood are the hardest.
14. If it has Tires or Testicles it's gonna give you trouble.
15. By the time a woman realizes her mother was right, she has a daughter who thinks she's wrong.'Good friends are like stars..........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there' 'Remember yesterday, dream about tomorrow, but live for today'. Now smile
2. If the shoe fits - buy them in every color.
3. Take life with a pinch of salt.... A wedge of lime, and a shot of tequila.
4. In need of a support group? - Cocktail hour with the girls!
5. Go on the 30 day diet. (I'm on it and so far I've lost 15 days).
6. When life gets you down - just put on your big girl panties and deal with it.
7. Let your greatest fear be that there is no PMS and this is just your personality.
8. I know I'm in my own little world, but it's ok. They know me here.
9. Lead me not into temptation, I can find it myself.
10. Don't get your knickers in a knot; it solves nothing and makes you walk funny.
11. When life gives you lemons in 2009 - turn it into lemonade then mix it with vodka.
12. Remember where ever there is a good looking; sweet, single or married man there is some woman tired of his bullshit!
13. Keep your chin up, only the first 40 years of parenthood are the hardest.
14. If it has Tires or Testicles it's gonna give you trouble.
15. By the time a woman realizes her mother was right, she has a daughter who thinks she's wrong.'Good friends are like stars..........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there' 'Remember yesterday, dream about tomorrow, but live for today'. Now smile
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I've Been Inspired!
I know exactly how my next hero is going to look. Just like the waiter hubby and I had at the Longhorn tonight. Yep. He had the look. Dark and scruffy looking, in a sexy sort of way. He fit right in with the western decor of the place, too. Tight jeans, boots, and a white shirt with the sleeves turned back. His jet black hair was collar length and shone like smooth black glass beneath the lighting. And when he smiled that sexy smile, there was a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
I know, you wouldn't expect to find hero material waiting tables. So while we were sitting there, enjoying hubby's birthday dinner, my imagination began to run wild. All of a sudden he wasn't just a waiter anymore. He was actually a cop working undercover. Looking to bust up a sex slavery ring. No, he's a bounty hunter looking for the fugitive waitress...bodyguard protecting the rebellious heiress...oh, whatever! It doesn't matter. He would fit into any role:)
Ever notice how the heroes in romance novels lead anything but mundane lives? I mean, they have to be big, exciting and...sexy!
I know, you wouldn't expect to find hero material waiting tables. So while we were sitting there, enjoying hubby's birthday dinner, my imagination began to run wild. All of a sudden he wasn't just a waiter anymore. He was actually a cop working undercover. Looking to bust up a sex slavery ring. No, he's a bounty hunter looking for the fugitive waitress...bodyguard protecting the rebellious heiress...oh, whatever! It doesn't matter. He would fit into any role:)
Ever notice how the heroes in romance novels lead anything but mundane lives? I mean, they have to be big, exciting and...sexy!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I Played Hookie Today
I admit it. I purposely kept my calendar clear so I could take the day off without dumping anything on to any of my co-workers. We've worked together for years and they knew my plans. Heck, they do it on occasion, too. We call it a mental health day. And lately it seems we've needed them more often.
The girls, my daughter, granddaughter and niece, spent the day together bonding at my niece's house. I love these days when we can just chill out in comfort and visit. We did lunch but other than that spent the day on the couch and talked.
Tomorrow, back to work. But at least it's my Friday:)
The girls, my daughter, granddaughter and niece, spent the day together bonding at my niece's house. I love these days when we can just chill out in comfort and visit. We did lunch but other than that spent the day on the couch and talked.
Tomorrow, back to work. But at least it's my Friday:)
Monday, July 13, 2009
WOOHOO!!!
Just received a great review for "It's All in the Jeans"...it got reviewer top pick by Night Owl Romance!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Spoiled Felines Don't Live Here
I used to scoff at animal lovers who pampered their pets and treated them like a valued family member. Well...they are valued family members. I mean, some of them can live close to twenty human years. Like cats. So, wouldn't it behoove you to give them the best possible life you can? They love us unconditionally. They greet us when we come home. They keep us company. Some warn us when trouble is coming.
All that said, yes, I've joined the ranks of spoiling my three little furry friends. I went out this past weekend and purchased one of those drinking fountains for them. It has a filter and the water is constantly running so it stays clean and cool. Kind of like having a running faucet on all the time, and they love it!
And I enjoyed watching them check it out with cat curiosity:)
All that said, yes, I've joined the ranks of spoiling my three little furry friends. I went out this past weekend and purchased one of those drinking fountains for them. It has a filter and the water is constantly running so it stays clean and cool. Kind of like having a running faucet on all the time, and they love it!
And I enjoyed watching them check it out with cat curiosity:)
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Wicked Desire Excerpt
Matt knew a coward when he saw one. And the expression on
Maggie’s beautiful face when she’d first seen him back at the
church warned him she was going to bolt. Where was the gutsy,
outspoken spitfire he’d met in Bangor? He’d watched her turn tail
and run. If he was smart he’d let her go. But the problem was he
wanted her. And Matt was fairly sure the lady wanted him too,
even though she was running from him at the moment.
He’d barely mumbled an explanation to his brother before
jumping into his newly washed truck and taking off after her. He
noticed which way she’d gone when she tore out of the church driveway.
It would serve her right if he gave her a ticket for the careless
way she’d exited the parking lot. But now, as he watched her
jump from her car, all he could think about was how sexy she
looked in those sinfully tight, cut-off jeans.
He pulled to a screeching halt next to her Mustang. His door
slammed shut but she didn’t stop to see how fast he was gaining on
her. She sprinted toward the front door of her cabin. Just as she
reached for the doorknob Matt closed his hand over her shoulder.
He ignored her gasp and forced her around, pushing her back
against the very door she’d been trying to escape through.
Her startled eyes moved up to his. “Oh, hi!” she said in a soft
and breathless tone.
Matt’s raised a brow. That’s all she has to say? “Why are you
running?” Except for the hand on Maggie’s shoulder he was careful
not to touch any part of her, though he was close. He wanted to
kiss the daylights out of her and wondered what she’d do if he acted
on the impulse. But first, he wanted some answers.
Maggie’s eyes widened more. “Me, running? What from?”
“Me, maybe?” His gaze dropped to her lips, watching as she
moistened them with the tip of her tongue. He wasn’t sure her action
was all that innocent, once he met the teasing sparkle in her
lovely eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I live here now,” she admitted softly.
Matt felt her slight tremble beneath his hand, which was still
on her shoulder. “What do you mean, you live here?” he demanded,
his gaze lowering once again to the parted softness of her
pretty mouth.
A need to taste those lips shot through him, so overwhelmingly
that Matt clenched his teeth to hold down a groan. His body
tightened with desire, a feeling that had never truly extinguished
since meeting her. Something about Maggie had gotten to him.
He’d even gone back to her apartment before leaving Bangor, only
to find her gone. Tracking her down had proved futile, since she’d
left without leaving a return address. He supposed he could have
found her if he’d pursued it.
“You know, as in, I moved here. Just a few days ago as a matter
of fact. I have family in this area and this cabin belonged to my
grandmother. What are you doing here?”
“I was born here. I spent the last five years in Bangor but decided
I didn’t like it.” He wasn’t about to go into the details because
they would include Janey’s death.
Maggie’s beautiful face when she’d first seen him back at the
church warned him she was going to bolt. Where was the gutsy,
outspoken spitfire he’d met in Bangor? He’d watched her turn tail
and run. If he was smart he’d let her go. But the problem was he
wanted her. And Matt was fairly sure the lady wanted him too,
even though she was running from him at the moment.
He’d barely mumbled an explanation to his brother before
jumping into his newly washed truck and taking off after her. He
noticed which way she’d gone when she tore out of the church driveway.
It would serve her right if he gave her a ticket for the careless
way she’d exited the parking lot. But now, as he watched her
jump from her car, all he could think about was how sexy she
looked in those sinfully tight, cut-off jeans.
He pulled to a screeching halt next to her Mustang. His door
slammed shut but she didn’t stop to see how fast he was gaining on
her. She sprinted toward the front door of her cabin. Just as she
reached for the doorknob Matt closed his hand over her shoulder.
He ignored her gasp and forced her around, pushing her back
against the very door she’d been trying to escape through.
Her startled eyes moved up to his. “Oh, hi!” she said in a soft
and breathless tone.
Matt’s raised a brow. That’s all she has to say? “Why are you
running?” Except for the hand on Maggie’s shoulder he was careful
not to touch any part of her, though he was close. He wanted to
kiss the daylights out of her and wondered what she’d do if he acted
on the impulse. But first, he wanted some answers.
Maggie’s eyes widened more. “Me, running? What from?”
“Me, maybe?” His gaze dropped to her lips, watching as she
moistened them with the tip of her tongue. He wasn’t sure her action
was all that innocent, once he met the teasing sparkle in her
lovely eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I live here now,” she admitted softly.
Matt felt her slight tremble beneath his hand, which was still
on her shoulder. “What do you mean, you live here?” he demanded,
his gaze lowering once again to the parted softness of her
pretty mouth.
A need to taste those lips shot through him, so overwhelmingly
that Matt clenched his teeth to hold down a groan. His body
tightened with desire, a feeling that had never truly extinguished
since meeting her. Something about Maggie had gotten to him.
He’d even gone back to her apartment before leaving Bangor, only
to find her gone. Tracking her down had proved futile, since she’d
left without leaving a return address. He supposed he could have
found her if he’d pursued it.
“You know, as in, I moved here. Just a few days ago as a matter
of fact. I have family in this area and this cabin belonged to my
grandmother. What are you doing here?”
“I was born here. I spent the last five years in Bangor but decided
I didn’t like it.” He wasn’t about to go into the details because
they would include Janey’s death.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
What do you think?
Okay, I'm not a prude, I swear it! But...while hubby and I were out to dinner tonight I saw something I thought was a bit inappropriate. A young man walked into the restaurant, I'd guess he was about 17 or so, with his grandmother. I know because she walked in a couple minutes behind him and I heard her ask, "where's my grandson?" She appeared to be around sixty. They were seated at the table next to us and from their conversation she was treating him to dinner.
Attractive, she had a deep tan which revealed she probably spent a lot of time at the beach or at the tanning salon, and her short hair was a beautiful shade of blond. Long nails were professionally manicured. What caught me by surprise was her attire. The white slacks were okay but her top was very revealing. She had large breasts and was showing an awful lot of skin. It looked like something she might wear on a date or something.
For some reason it just hit me the wrong way. I asked hubby if he thought it was inappropriate and he just shrugged, while ogling her the whole time I might add. What do you think? I just thought she could have worn something a little more grandmotherly, if you know what I mean:)
Attractive, she had a deep tan which revealed she probably spent a lot of time at the beach or at the tanning salon, and her short hair was a beautiful shade of blond. Long nails were professionally manicured. What caught me by surprise was her attire. The white slacks were okay but her top was very revealing. She had large breasts and was showing an awful lot of skin. It looked like something she might wear on a date or something.
For some reason it just hit me the wrong way. I asked hubby if he thought it was inappropriate and he just shrugged, while ogling her the whole time I might add. What do you think? I just thought she could have worn something a little more grandmotherly, if you know what I mean:)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A Family Affair
Did y'all have a nice 4th of July holiday? I took 4 days off, now that's fun all in itself! LOL With my dad here from Tennessee, my sister here from North Carolina, we had a big family gathering at my niece's boyfriend's house. He graciously hosted due to the lack of room at my small house.
We grilled shrimp, corn, scallops, hamburger and ribs. Side dishes included chilled shrimp, deviled eggs, potato salad, crab dip and beans. I made a dump cake for dessert and my little granddaughter helped mommy make red, white and blue cupcakes.
My niece made a pitcher of sangria? Not sure of the spelling. At first I thought it was jello that hadn't set because it was red and had fruit floating in it:) I tried it, didn't like it, so stuck with sweet ice tea. The guys did the guy thing and drank beer.I thought you might like to see a few pictures taken that day.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Meet Monica S. Martinez
Author of Tantalizing Erotic Thoughts & EncountersQ: What inspired you to write?
A: I’ve always written, since I’m twelve. I was once sexually repressed and when I turned thirty and remarried I was able to let my inhibitions go. I opened an Adult Novelty company back in 2004 where I would go into women’s houses and educate them on how to keep their sex lives interesting and fresh. It was an eye opener as to how many women were really unhappy with their sex lives. I became sort of a sex therapist and I found myself writing stories to help ignite some passion into their lives.
A: I’ve always written, since I’m twelve. I was once sexually repressed and when I turned thirty and remarried I was able to let my inhibitions go. I opened an Adult Novelty company back in 2004 where I would go into women’s houses and educate them on how to keep their sex lives interesting and fresh. It was an eye opener as to how many women were really unhappy with their sex lives. I became sort of a sex therapist and I found myself writing stories to help ignite some passion into their lives.
Q: Generally how long does it take you to write a book?
A: It depends, because I can do a short story in about 10 minutes. My novel Caught Up I finished in six months. I really enjoy writing and bringing stories to life.
Q: Which of your stories is your favorite and why?
A: It is hard to say which one is my favorite because I enjoyed writing about them all.
Q: Are any of these stories based on your experiences?
A: Well I’m not one to kiss and tell. It’s possible but as you know sometimes fiction is based on experiences you either lived or experience through someone else.
A: Well I’m not one to kiss and tell. It’s possible but as you know sometimes fiction is based on experiences you either lived or experience through someone else.
Q: When will Tantalizing Erotic Thoughts and Encounters available to purchase?
A: They can go on my site at Monica Martinez or grab it from Amazon.
A: They can go on my site at Monica Martinez or grab it from Amazon.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Review for It's All in the Jeans
You've got to head over to Seriously Reviewed and check out this awesome new review! Please!
Sofa's Are Great For Napping...
But NOT sleeping. That comment might not make sense, but I recently realized the difference. I've fallen asleep on my sofa many times. It's soft and comfortable. Great for taking those half hour to one hour naps in the afternoons. I wake feeling refreshed and ready to go.
The other night I gave up my bed to my sister, who'd driven in from North Carolina. Dad was in the guest room. I thought, no problem, I'd sleep on the sofa. After all, it's comfortable and I don't have any problem taking naps on it. That's when I found out sofas are okay for napping but not for sleeping.
I tossed and turned and couldn't fall to sleep to save my life. I couldn't understand it. What's the difference between taking a nap and spending the night on it? I managed to get to sleep after a while, kind of, for a few short hours. Only to wake exhausted in the morning.
Thank goodness it was only for one night.
The other night I gave up my bed to my sister, who'd driven in from North Carolina. Dad was in the guest room. I thought, no problem, I'd sleep on the sofa. After all, it's comfortable and I don't have any problem taking naps on it. That's when I found out sofas are okay for napping but not for sleeping.
I tossed and turned and couldn't fall to sleep to save my life. I couldn't understand it. What's the difference between taking a nap and spending the night on it? I managed to get to sleep after a while, kind of, for a few short hours. Only to wake exhausted in the morning.
Thank goodness it was only for one night.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Careful what you wish for...
A married couple in their early 60s was celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary in a quiet,romantic little restaurant. Suddenly, a tiny, yet beautiful, fairy appeared on their table. She said, 'For being such an exemplary married couple and for being loving to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish.'
The wife answered, 'Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband.' The fairy waved her magic wand and - poof - two tickets for the Queen Mary II appeared in her hands.
The husband thought for a moment: 'Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again. I'm sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than I am.'
The wife and the fairy were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish. So the fairy waved her magic wand and poof, the husband became 92 years old.
The moral of this story: Men who are ungrateful bastards should remember: fairies are female.....
The wife answered, 'Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband.' The fairy waved her magic wand and - poof - two tickets for the Queen Mary II appeared in her hands.
The husband thought for a moment: 'Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again. I'm sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than I am.'
The wife and the fairy were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish. So the fairy waved her magic wand and poof, the husband became 92 years old.
The moral of this story: Men who are ungrateful bastards should remember: fairies are female.....
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