a new car
to paint the inside of my house
a new sofa
the carpets cleaned
the outside pressure cleaned
new pajamas
a new TV
more money in the bank
a massage
a new house
Do I need it, or do I want it? The truth is we all need things but I think sometimes we want them more. Why can't we be happy with what we have? If it's not broke, don't fix it. Right? As I get older, I want less. A lot less. Things I thought were important when I was younger I could care less about now.
Family, health, just plain enjoying life have taken the place of material things that will be here long after I've gone. Now that's something I need and want.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
How Fights Start
One year, a husband decided to buy his mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift..The next year, he didn't buy her a gift. When she asked him why, he replied, "Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"And that's how the fight started.....
I asked my wife, 'Where do you want to go for our anniversary?'It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.'Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!' she said.So I suggested, 'How about the kitchen?'And that's when the fight started....
My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have sex?''No,' she answered.I then said, 'Is that your final answer?'She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying 'Yes.'So I said, 'Then I'd like to phone a friend.'And that's when the fight started....
I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.And that's when the fight started......
I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first..'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.'He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?''Nah, she can order for herself.'And that's when the fight started.....
My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping the channels.She asked, 'What's on TV?'I said, 'Dust.'And then the fight started...
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to200 in about 3 seconds.'I bought her a scale.And then the fight started...
My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.I asked her , 'Do you know him?''Yes,' she sighed, ' He's my old boyfriend...I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since.''My God!' I said, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'And then the fight started...
I rear-ended a car this morning.. So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny?Yeah, well I couldn't believe it... he was a DWARF!!!He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted,'I AM NOT HAPPY!'So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then which one are you?'And then the fight started...
AND LAST...THE BROKEN LAWN MOWER
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf 'Always something more important to me.Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, 'When you finish cutting the grass,you might as well sweep the driveway.'The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
I asked my wife, 'Where do you want to go for our anniversary?'It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.'Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!' she said.So I suggested, 'How about the kitchen?'And that's when the fight started....
My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have sex?''No,' she answered.I then said, 'Is that your final answer?'She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying 'Yes.'So I said, 'Then I'd like to phone a friend.'And that's when the fight started....
I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.And that's when the fight started......
I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first..'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.'He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?''Nah, she can order for herself.'And that's when the fight started.....
My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping the channels.She asked, 'What's on TV?'I said, 'Dust.'And then the fight started...
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to200 in about 3 seconds.'I bought her a scale.And then the fight started...
My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.I asked her , 'Do you know him?''Yes,' she sighed, ' He's my old boyfriend...I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn't been sober since.''My God!' I said, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'And then the fight started...
I rear-ended a car this morning.. So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny?Yeah, well I couldn't believe it... he was a DWARF!!!He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted,'I AM NOT HAPPY!'So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then which one are you?'And then the fight started...
AND LAST...THE BROKEN LAWN MOWER
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf 'Always something more important to me.Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said, 'When you finish cutting the grass,you might as well sweep the driveway.'The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
New Review for WICKED DESIRE!
Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews gives it 4 and a half cherries!
Wicked Desire is a story that hits the ground running, and it doesn’t let up until the last word on the page. Tory Richards has crafted a wickedly delightful tale with a plot and characters you will simply adore. From the moment you meet Maggie, her ankle biting poodle, and the oh-so gorgeous Officer Matt Dillion, you’ll be hooked.
Beautifully written and a pleasure to read, be sure to check out Wicked Desire.
Read the complete review here.
Wicked Desire is a story that hits the ground running, and it doesn’t let up until the last word on the page. Tory Richards has crafted a wickedly delightful tale with a plot and characters you will simply adore. From the moment you meet Maggie, her ankle biting poodle, and the oh-so gorgeous Officer Matt Dillion, you’ll be hooked.
Beautifully written and a pleasure to read, be sure to check out Wicked Desire.
Read the complete review here.
Blaze of Beauty Contest
Hey friends, check out the contest over at Blaze of Beauty! Lots and lots of great prizes are being offered for the month of October and they all go to one winner, including one from yours truly. You snooze you lose:)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Welcome Author Anida Adler
Author Anida Adler has taken some time out of her busy schedule to drop by and tell us a little about herself and her current work.
What's the one thing, word, element, etc. that readers won't see in any of your books?
Wow. This is a really difficult question to answer. I don’t want to preclude any life situations I might throw my characters into. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to never say never.
One term you won’t find me using, or which I’d be aghast to discover I slipped up with, is the term ‘continue on’. To my mind, the only context in which those two words go together is ‘he continued on his way’. To say ‘he continued on to the castle’ is something I’d only do if I’ve lost my marbles completely. Continue means ‘go on’, so if you say ‘continue on’ you are saying ‘go on on’.
However, language is a living, changing entity, and as what I consider to be incorrect use of ‘continue’ is ever more widespread these days, I think it will inevitably be accepted as correct, if in fact it isn’t already.
What comes after The Ancient? Any new series in the works?
I’m usually a very prolific writer (I wrote eight novels in 2008), though this year has been a very rough one for me and I haven’t been as productive as I usually am. That said, this year did see the release of the first Irish mythology-inspired novel I wrote, The Pebble, through Amira Press. Tadhg and Morrigán appear briefly in this tale. I became intrigued by their story, so I had to write it. The Pebble is published under the name Nadia Williams, as it is a much different novel in terms of heat level and story development. Both stories stand alone, of course, I dislike series where you have no clue what’s happening if you haven’t read all of them. Anida is my naughtier side, and will bear responsibility for all my steamier stories. The Ancient is, I personally think, steamy enough to sauna in.
At present, there are several stories queueing in my head. I’ve started work on Nuada’s story and am quite far into it, but hit a snag with story development and laid it aside for a few months. In the meantime, I’m working on a story tentatively entitled Soul Binder. It involves characters from the hidden world, the third realm of the Tuatha De Dannan. Right in the middle of that I realised where I'd gone wrong with Nuada's story, so now I'm racing to finish Soul Binder so I can get back to Nuada.
What's your favorite holiday and why?
I love cycling, and have been neglecting it far too much this year. I have a blog dedicated to my cycling adventures - http://nadiacycles.blogspot.com - where those so inclined can read more.
Would you ever consider mentoring an aspiring author?
I would not only consider it, I’m doing it already. Every Thursday, I lead a writers’ workshop for teenagers through a local organisation, the Apple Tree Foundation http://www.appletreefoundation.ie/ It’s an absolute joy to encourage young talent to bloom.
How did you come up with the name of your current series?
The series hasn’t been named yet, but the name of this book was easy. Story ideas come to me when I ponder how someone facing either a specific situation or specific personality traits would achieve a certain goal. When I ‘met’ Morrigán and Tadhg, I became ever more intrigued by how on earth these two got together. They were perfect for each other, but not at first glance. The central question was, how could Morrigán, being an Ancient, ever love anyone? Ah, I'm getting all excited even writing that.
Finish the thought: If I didn't make one cent off anything I've written, __________ …I would still write. I have a blog reserved for private writing thoughts shared with fellow slaves of words, though I seldom post there any more. Some time ago, I posted something which probably answers this question in detail: http://racingboo.livejournal.com/116589.html
Have you attended any book conventions or signings?
I’ve only attended one conference, the Phoenix Convention, in Dublin earlier this year. It was great fun and I learned a lot. One niggle I picked up from there was a kind of looking down on the fact that my first book had been published electronically. I would love to be a raging success as an e-published author, just for the joy of going back there and speaking to a certain author who had dissed the industry most severely.
Where do you see yourself in ten years?
I love Ireland, and will not move away from here. So physically, I’ll still live in my adopted country.
In terms of goals, I hope over the coming years to delight others with my stories. I don’t have dreams of bestsellerdom and fame, but it would be awesome to find enough readers who will be delighted and entertained to justify to my poor long suffering husband the massive amount of work I put into writing.
What's your one guilty pleasure?
I smoke.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be and why?
I would not smoke.
What makes you happy?
My whole life makes me happy. Having seen the misery so many people live in firsthand, I am very aware every day of what a privileged life I lead.
What are you wearing right now?
Haaa… this question is more loaded than you’d think. I’m wearing black jeans, a purple long sleeved tee shirt and hiking boots. However, clothes are very important to me, not in terms of being dressy, but in terms of expressing who I am.
Before we moved to Ireland, I wore dungarees. Short ones in summer, longs in winter. I so seldom wore anything else that I remember it being weird to feel something tight around my waist when I went out anywhere I could not wear dungarees, in which case I'd wear jeans. I left my beloved dungarees behind, and I’ve regretted it since. Dungarees very much express precisely who I am. They’re comfortable, practical, durable, and they don’t flaunt what you’ve got. However, they’re more sexy than you’d think.
What do you do to get into the writing mode?
I exist. The trick is to get out of writing mode and rejoin reality long enough to remember to do the dishes. That’s a secret I have yet to discover.
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Blurb:
What would you do if you fell in love with the goddess of death?
June 1945 - Tadhg Daniels sees a woman clad in strange clothes and a feathered cloak, but she’s invisible
to everyone else. He’s convinced his mind has been unhinged by the horrors of the D-day landings four days before, but when she appears to him again, the woman proves she is real. She is Morrigan, goddess of death, come to warn him his life is about to end.
Morrigan is disturbed by the man she meets. He looks in her eyes unflinching, while all others avoid her gaze. She’s never found such a strong will to survive in any of her charges before. He refuses to accept he’s going to die.
There is a way for Tadhg to cheat death, a secret Morrigan has guarded for millennia. Morrigan can save him if she takes him as her lover, but sex with the goddess of death will change him. He needs time to decide if he’s prepared to give up his humanity in order to be with her forever.
But Tadhg is not the only one who knows Morrigan’s secret. Someone else wants to take by force the gift she can bestow. And he’ll stop at nothing to get it.
Excerpt 3:
He hadn’t expected her to laugh. What he had expected he didn’t know, but not laughter. “What’s so funny?”
“You love me? You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Annoyance flared in his breast. “Enlighten me, then.”
She regarded him with a hard stare. “I’m a cynical, world-weary, chronically depressed goddess. Do you know what I feel when people blubber over farewells to loved ones?”
He shook his head.
“Irritation, Tadhg. I have no sympathy for humans’ emotions. When I discern the utter stupidity they allowed to rule their lives, all I want to do is throttle them, help them into the afterlife even faster than they’re due to enter it. It is no less than they deserve for wasting such a precious gift as life.”
“Oh.” He snapped his fingers. “That must be why you sat in the dark for hours feeling so depressed, you’d have killed yourself if you could.”
She turned from him, yanked a curtain away from a shelf, dropped it, and moved on to the next. “Ha!” She grabbed a bottle of wine. The cork sprang from the neck as if it was champagne. He didn’t miss the tremor of her fingers as she poured. “You think what you feel is love. How can that be? We’ve known each other no more than days, poet. Love is something that grows over years, like a strong oak.”
“And I know what I feel for you is the healthy sapling that will grow to a mighty tree.”
She swallowed half the glass and slammed it down on the table. “What you feel, human, is lust. No more, no less.”
“That is not true.”
“Oh?” She smiled. No trace of warmth in the gesture, she turned to him and put a hand on his shoulder. A tingle of awareness shivered over his skin. Slowly, she traced a trail over his chest, down to his navel. Warm, sweet sexual energy flooded his muscles, suffused his blood, and pooled in his groin. “What do you feel when I touch you, then? A warm sensation in your heart?”
Tadhg grabbed her wrist, pulled her body close, and brought his mouth down on hers. She stiffened in his grasp, but he put a hand on the nape of her neck and held her to him. He teased the seam of her lips with his tongue, nipped at her bottom lip until she opened for him. He plunged his tongue into her warm mouth, tasted the mellow redness of wine in an erotic sense deluge that added taste and fragrance to a mimic of the full possession of her body, which he truly desired. Morrigán moaned, and a flash of white heat exploded in Tadhg’s brain. He put his hands on her firm behind and lifted her from the floor, ground her pelvis into his taut sex. “That too,” he answered her question, stifling her no doubt snarky reply with a renewed onslaught against her defences.
What's the one thing, word, element, etc. that readers won't see in any of your books?
Wow. This is a really difficult question to answer. I don’t want to preclude any life situations I might throw my characters into. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to never say never.
One term you won’t find me using, or which I’d be aghast to discover I slipped up with, is the term ‘continue on’. To my mind, the only context in which those two words go together is ‘he continued on his way’. To say ‘he continued on to the castle’ is something I’d only do if I’ve lost my marbles completely. Continue means ‘go on’, so if you say ‘continue on’ you are saying ‘go on on’.
However, language is a living, changing entity, and as what I consider to be incorrect use of ‘continue’ is ever more widespread these days, I think it will inevitably be accepted as correct, if in fact it isn’t already.
What comes after The Ancient? Any new series in the works?
I’m usually a very prolific writer (I wrote eight novels in 2008), though this year has been a very rough one for me and I haven’t been as productive as I usually am. That said, this year did see the release of the first Irish mythology-inspired novel I wrote, The Pebble, through Amira Press. Tadhg and Morrigán appear briefly in this tale. I became intrigued by their story, so I had to write it. The Pebble is published under the name Nadia Williams, as it is a much different novel in terms of heat level and story development. Both stories stand alone, of course, I dislike series where you have no clue what’s happening if you haven’t read all of them. Anida is my naughtier side, and will bear responsibility for all my steamier stories. The Ancient is, I personally think, steamy enough to sauna in.
At present, there are several stories queueing in my head. I’ve started work on Nuada’s story and am quite far into it, but hit a snag with story development and laid it aside for a few months. In the meantime, I’m working on a story tentatively entitled Soul Binder. It involves characters from the hidden world, the third realm of the Tuatha De Dannan. Right in the middle of that I realised where I'd gone wrong with Nuada's story, so now I'm racing to finish Soul Binder so I can get back to Nuada.
What's your favorite holiday and why?
I love cycling, and have been neglecting it far too much this year. I have a blog dedicated to my cycling adventures - http://nadiacycles.blogspot.com - where those so inclined can read more.
Would you ever consider mentoring an aspiring author?
I would not only consider it, I’m doing it already. Every Thursday, I lead a writers’ workshop for teenagers through a local organisation, the Apple Tree Foundation http://www.appletreefoundation.ie/ It’s an absolute joy to encourage young talent to bloom.
How did you come up with the name of your current series?
The series hasn’t been named yet, but the name of this book was easy. Story ideas come to me when I ponder how someone facing either a specific situation or specific personality traits would achieve a certain goal. When I ‘met’ Morrigán and Tadhg, I became ever more intrigued by how on earth these two got together. They were perfect for each other, but not at first glance. The central question was, how could Morrigán, being an Ancient, ever love anyone? Ah, I'm getting all excited even writing that.
Finish the thought: If I didn't make one cent off anything I've written, __________ …I would still write. I have a blog reserved for private writing thoughts shared with fellow slaves of words, though I seldom post there any more. Some time ago, I posted something which probably answers this question in detail: http://racingboo.livejournal.com/116589.html
Have you attended any book conventions or signings?
I’ve only attended one conference, the Phoenix Convention, in Dublin earlier this year. It was great fun and I learned a lot. One niggle I picked up from there was a kind of looking down on the fact that my first book had been published electronically. I would love to be a raging success as an e-published author, just for the joy of going back there and speaking to a certain author who had dissed the industry most severely.
Where do you see yourself in ten years?
I love Ireland, and will not move away from here. So physically, I’ll still live in my adopted country.
In terms of goals, I hope over the coming years to delight others with my stories. I don’t have dreams of bestsellerdom and fame, but it would be awesome to find enough readers who will be delighted and entertained to justify to my poor long suffering husband the massive amount of work I put into writing.
What's your one guilty pleasure?
I smoke.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be and why?
I would not smoke.
What makes you happy?
My whole life makes me happy. Having seen the misery so many people live in firsthand, I am very aware every day of what a privileged life I lead.
What are you wearing right now?
Haaa… this question is more loaded than you’d think. I’m wearing black jeans, a purple long sleeved tee shirt and hiking boots. However, clothes are very important to me, not in terms of being dressy, but in terms of expressing who I am.
Before we moved to Ireland, I wore dungarees. Short ones in summer, longs in winter. I so seldom wore anything else that I remember it being weird to feel something tight around my waist when I went out anywhere I could not wear dungarees, in which case I'd wear jeans. I left my beloved dungarees behind, and I’ve regretted it since. Dungarees very much express precisely who I am. They’re comfortable, practical, durable, and they don’t flaunt what you’ve got. However, they’re more sexy than you’d think.
What do you do to get into the writing mode?
I exist. The trick is to get out of writing mode and rejoin reality long enough to remember to do the dishes. That’s a secret I have yet to discover.
website
Blurb:
What would you do if you fell in love with the goddess of death?
June 1945 - Tadhg Daniels sees a woman clad in strange clothes and a feathered cloak, but she’s invisible
to everyone else. He’s convinced his mind has been unhinged by the horrors of the D-day landings four days before, but when she appears to him again, the woman proves she is real. She is Morrigan, goddess of death, come to warn him his life is about to end.Morrigan is disturbed by the man she meets. He looks in her eyes unflinching, while all others avoid her gaze. She’s never found such a strong will to survive in any of her charges before. He refuses to accept he’s going to die.
There is a way for Tadhg to cheat death, a secret Morrigan has guarded for millennia. Morrigan can save him if she takes him as her lover, but sex with the goddess of death will change him. He needs time to decide if he’s prepared to give up his humanity in order to be with her forever.
But Tadhg is not the only one who knows Morrigan’s secret. Someone else wants to take by force the gift she can bestow. And he’ll stop at nothing to get it.
Excerpt 3:
He hadn’t expected her to laugh. What he had expected he didn’t know, but not laughter. “What’s so funny?”
“You love me? You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Annoyance flared in his breast. “Enlighten me, then.”
She regarded him with a hard stare. “I’m a cynical, world-weary, chronically depressed goddess. Do you know what I feel when people blubber over farewells to loved ones?”
He shook his head.
“Irritation, Tadhg. I have no sympathy for humans’ emotions. When I discern the utter stupidity they allowed to rule their lives, all I want to do is throttle them, help them into the afterlife even faster than they’re due to enter it. It is no less than they deserve for wasting such a precious gift as life.”
“Oh.” He snapped his fingers. “That must be why you sat in the dark for hours feeling so depressed, you’d have killed yourself if you could.”
She turned from him, yanked a curtain away from a shelf, dropped it, and moved on to the next. “Ha!” She grabbed a bottle of wine. The cork sprang from the neck as if it was champagne. He didn’t miss the tremor of her fingers as she poured. “You think what you feel is love. How can that be? We’ve known each other no more than days, poet. Love is something that grows over years, like a strong oak.”
“And I know what I feel for you is the healthy sapling that will grow to a mighty tree.”
She swallowed half the glass and slammed it down on the table. “What you feel, human, is lust. No more, no less.”
“That is not true.”
“Oh?” She smiled. No trace of warmth in the gesture, she turned to him and put a hand on his shoulder. A tingle of awareness shivered over his skin. Slowly, she traced a trail over his chest, down to his navel. Warm, sweet sexual energy flooded his muscles, suffused his blood, and pooled in his groin. “What do you feel when I touch you, then? A warm sensation in your heart?”
Tadhg grabbed her wrist, pulled her body close, and brought his mouth down on hers. She stiffened in his grasp, but he put a hand on the nape of her neck and held her to him. He teased the seam of her lips with his tongue, nipped at her bottom lip until she opened for him. He plunged his tongue into her warm mouth, tasted the mellow redness of wine in an erotic sense deluge that added taste and fragrance to a mimic of the full possession of her body, which he truly desired. Morrigán moaned, and a flash of white heat exploded in Tadhg’s brain. He put his hands on her firm behind and lifted her from the floor, ground her pelvis into his taut sex. “That too,” he answered her question, stifling her no doubt snarky reply with a renewed onslaught against her defences.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Boy can I relate to this!
With three cats of my own, at any time during the night I can wake to find one on either side of my head and another down at my feet. And you know what's pitiful? I'll lay there uncomfortable because I don't want to disturb them!Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Good Info from Doctor
His practice has no room for new patients! Now, he's a medical wizard!I love this DoctorQ: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true? A: Heart only good for so many beats, and that it... Don't waste on exercise. Everything wear out eventually. Speed up heart not make live longer; that like say you can extend life of car by driving faster. Want live longer? Take nap.
Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables? A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does cow eat? Hay and corn. What are these? Vegetables. So, steak nothing more than efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef also good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And pork chop can give 100% recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?A: No, not at all. Wine made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine. That means they take water out of fruity bit; get even more of goodness that way. Beer also made out of grain. Bottoms up!
Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio? A: If you have body and you have fat, ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, ratio is two to one, etc.
Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program? A: Cannot think of single one, sorry. My philosophy: No Pain...Good!
Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you? A: YOU NOT LISTENING!!! .... Foods fried in vegetable oil. How getting more vegetables be bad for you?
Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle? A: Definitely not! When you exercise muscle, it get bigger. You should only do sit-ups if want bigger stomach.
Q: Is chocolate bad for me? A: You crazy? HELLO ... Cocoa beans! Vegetable!!! Cocoa beans best feel-good food around!
Q: Is swimming good for your figure? A: If swimming good for figure, explain whales to me.
Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle? A: Hey! 'Round' is shape!
Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets. AND.....For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies:
1. The Japanese eat very little fat And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
4 The Italians drink a lot of red wine And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats And suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
CONCLUSION.....Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Love Making 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. Use extra polygrip 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.
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. Use extra polygrip 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.
Oct Newsletter
Hi friends,
I just want to take this time to let you know that I'm in the process of getting my October newsletter ready. If you haven't joined my monthly newsletter yet I hope you'll give it some thought. It's filled with never before posted excerpts of my books, birthday announcements (if you added yours), monthly blog winner, guest authors that have posted during the month, upcoming events, and much more.
Christmas is right around the corner and some lucky reader (1) will be the recipient of a $25.00 egift certificate to Bath and Body. This contest prize will only be offered to readers who have joined my newsletter. There will be other goodies given away, too!
The link to join my newsletter is located at the right, where it says join my yahoo group. Hope to see you there!
I just want to take this time to let you know that I'm in the process of getting my October newsletter ready. If you haven't joined my monthly newsletter yet I hope you'll give it some thought. It's filled with never before posted excerpts of my books, birthday announcements (if you added yours), monthly blog winner, guest authors that have posted during the month, upcoming events, and much more.
Christmas is right around the corner and some lucky reader (1) will be the recipient of a $25.00 egift certificate to Bath and Body. This contest prize will only be offered to readers who have joined my newsletter. There will be other goodies given away, too!
The link to join my newsletter is located at the right, where it says join my yahoo group. Hope to see you there!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Meet Author Amber Leigh Williams
Title: Forever AmoreAuthor: Amber Leigh Williams Publisher: Black Lyon Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-934912-19-5
Genre: Historical Romance Price: $16.95 paperback Price: $8.00 Ebook (PDF format) Pages: 250 paperback
Was their love destined to last forever …
Engaged in a brutal dogfight, dashing American Lieutenant Charles Tyler crashes his broken plane into the Italian countryside. He prays for divine intervention—and is certain he’s found an angel from the very moment he looks up at Lucille Renaldi’s lovely face. Yet how can he be with her when his sense of duty tells him to stay away?
… or become another casualty of war?
Lucille’s attraction to the American is forbidden, her obligation to her family’s safety overwhelming. At great peril the Renaldis carry Charles from the crash site and disguise him as just another worker in their vineyard. Hidden there inside the ugliness of World War II is the beauty of a growing love, and a danger that could end their lives any day—when all they want is … forever.
Purchase Link: Black Lyon Publishing
Author Bio: Amber Leigh Williams is a mutli-published romance author, an active member of Romance Writers of America, Secretary of Gulf Coast Romance Writers, and monthly contributor to Romance Writers United's Write Right newsletter. Her western romance, Blackest Heart, placed 1st in the 2009 More Than Magic Contest's Novella category. She works in a bookstore and lives with her husband and three labs on the Gulf Coast. Learn more about Amber and her books at Amber Leigh Williams
Friday, September 18, 2009
Only in the movies
Where else would you see a couple take up where they left off after being apart for two years, as if the last time they saw each other was the day before? That doesn't happen in real life. I know myself that when I see someone for the first time after not seeing them for a long time it's kind of awkward at first. Neither know what to say. And two years? You're really strangers again.
I got caught up watching an old western last night and didn't crawl into bed until almost two o'clock. Pretty unusual for me. I don't think I've made it past midnight in a long, long time. My daughter and niece make fun of me because I always tell them if they call during the week to make it before nine.
Can't recall the name of the movie but it was kind of a romance. The hero and heroine were separated for a couple years and when they saw each other again it was like they'd never been a part. Kissed and told each other they loved one another. Now come on...that wouldn't happen today! I'm not waiting around two years for some dude to make up his mind whether he wants me or not. And back then, they never knew if they'd see each other again.
I got caught up watching an old western last night and didn't crawl into bed until almost two o'clock. Pretty unusual for me. I don't think I've made it past midnight in a long, long time. My daughter and niece make fun of me because I always tell them if they call during the week to make it before nine.
Can't recall the name of the movie but it was kind of a romance. The hero and heroine were separated for a couple years and when they saw each other again it was like they'd never been a part. Kissed and told each other they loved one another. Now come on...that wouldn't happen today! I'm not waiting around two years for some dude to make up his mind whether he wants me or not. And back then, they never knew if they'd see each other again.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Oh Man...
Ever have one of those weeks? Is there a full moon or something? I missed my dad's birthday. I know, I'm the worst daughter ever! But I've always been terrible with remembering dates. As soon as I realized it I called him, though. I think I'll send him a tin of his favorite nuts to make up for it.
Then tonight I missed my monthly pedicure. I look forward to that every 3 weeks. I get home from work late to see I had a 4:15 appointment. Dang it! Not only a pedicure but a manicure, too:(
Hopefully I won't miss my hair appointment tomorrow!
Then tonight I missed my monthly pedicure. I look forward to that every 3 weeks. I get home from work late to see I had a 4:15 appointment. Dang it! Not only a pedicure but a manicure, too:(
Hopefully I won't miss my hair appointment tomorrow!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Women have flaws...WHAT?!!!!
God doesn't give you the people you want, He gives you the people you NEED: to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you, and to make you into the person you were meant to be.
Women...bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
Women...bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Coincidence or...coincidence?
I'm beginning to think my daughter and I have a strong, if not strange, connection. As my only child we've always been close, nothing strange about that. Aren't most mothers and daughters? But our bond seems to go beyond wanting to spend time together, talking on the phone a few times a week, and thinking a like.
Sometimes we have similar dreams, about family members. But the strangest? We often times have the same symptoms. And by that I mean we'll have headaches at the same time, flu like symptoms, things like that. I didn't even think about it until a co-worker commented that she noticed it.
One morning this week I woke up head achy, a little sick to my stomach. Just plain didn't feel good. But I forced myself to go to work because I'm rarely sick and when I do get something it doesn't last. I figured as the day went on I'd feel better.
Later that same morning my daughter called. As we were talking she asked me what was wrong and I told her I didn't feel all that great. She said, yeah, I've been kind of nauseous and have a head ache, too. Alivia has the flu. And I thought, okay, that explains it. I'm getting the flu because I'd spent a couple days with them and on one of those days Alivia had the runs.
As the day went on I felt worse so my co-workers made me go home. On the way I stopped at my doctors and they took a test, which came back negative. I didn't have the flu. So I went home, took a couple Tylenol and fell into bed. A few hours later I woke, feeling good. Not great, just good.
The next day I went into work everyone was surprised to see me, considering how I looked the day before. One said, you were as white as a sheet. I can't believe you're here. That same co-worker said later, out of the blue, "Do you remember when Michelle was pregnant and you had morning sickness symptoms the same times she did?"
I said yeah. How could I forget? Didn't realize it at the time but later when Michelle and I would talk we'd discover we'd both felt sick around the same times. My co-worker then said, "wasn't she feeling sick yesterday, too?"
I just looked at Mel, and then it hit me, what she was leading up to. She was right! I never thought much about it before. Sometimes I can be dense. But realizing that somehow made me feel good. What a cool bond we have! If...that's what it is.
Or is it just a strange coincidence?
Sometimes we have similar dreams, about family members. But the strangest? We often times have the same symptoms. And by that I mean we'll have headaches at the same time, flu like symptoms, things like that. I didn't even think about it until a co-worker commented that she noticed it.
One morning this week I woke up head achy, a little sick to my stomach. Just plain didn't feel good. But I forced myself to go to work because I'm rarely sick and when I do get something it doesn't last. I figured as the day went on I'd feel better.
Later that same morning my daughter called. As we were talking she asked me what was wrong and I told her I didn't feel all that great. She said, yeah, I've been kind of nauseous and have a head ache, too. Alivia has the flu. And I thought, okay, that explains it. I'm getting the flu because I'd spent a couple days with them and on one of those days Alivia had the runs.
As the day went on I felt worse so my co-workers made me go home. On the way I stopped at my doctors and they took a test, which came back negative. I didn't have the flu. So I went home, took a couple Tylenol and fell into bed. A few hours later I woke, feeling good. Not great, just good.
The next day I went into work everyone was surprised to see me, considering how I looked the day before. One said, you were as white as a sheet. I can't believe you're here. That same co-worker said later, out of the blue, "Do you remember when Michelle was pregnant and you had morning sickness symptoms the same times she did?"
I said yeah. How could I forget? Didn't realize it at the time but later when Michelle and I would talk we'd discover we'd both felt sick around the same times. My co-worker then said, "wasn't she feeling sick yesterday, too?"
I just looked at Mel, and then it hit me, what she was leading up to. She was right! I never thought much about it before. Sometimes I can be dense. But realizing that somehow made me feel good. What a cool bond we have! If...that's what it is.
Or is it just a strange coincidence?
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Author C.L. Talmage
I'm excited and honored to host C.L. Talmage on my blog! Author of the Green Stone of Healing Series she was nice enough to take time out of her busy schedule to answer some questions so we can get to know her. Also showcased are her books in the series.Interview:
What's the one thing, word, element, etc. that readers won't see in any of your books?
Readers of the Green Stone of Healing® series will not be treated, if that is the word, to snarky attitude, incomprehensible stream-of-consciousness bullshit, or ambivalence. It may seem clever to some authors, but it is repugnant to me as a reader, and I won’t allow it in my prose, fiction or nonfiction.
What comes after the Green Stone of Healing® series? Any new series in the works?
The Green Stone of Healing® series covers four generations of characters, and the first-generation heroine lives through at least six books. So there’s a way to go. But I have new, related projects in the back of my mind. One is a series about the founding of Azgard and the other tells the story of the doomed romance between the first-generation heroine’s parents.
What's your favorite holiday and why?
Christmas, although I am not a Christian. Christmas Eve especially is a magical time and represents for me the renewal of hope and possibility, even as winter sets in. It’s also a great occasion to party with loved ones and friends.
Would you ever consider mentoring an aspiring author?
Of course. My first piece of advice would be to try something else besides writing, because writing is the Rodney Daingerfield of the world of commerce, industry, and politics. It don’t get no respect. Even worse, few recognize poor writing when they read it, so you won’t earn any brownie points for writing well. Only if you get up every morning and cannot imagine doing anything else except sitting down and writing should you pursue writing as a career or avocation. It is utterly consuming, rather lonely, and usually very poorly compensated. How’s that for encouragement? I prefer the cold honest truth.
How did you come up with the name of your current series?
It fell into my mind one day when my partner and I were trying to come up with a name. When that happens I know the information I am receiving is coming from somewhere outside of my own awareness, so I pay attention to it.
Finish the thought: If I didn't make one cent off anything I've written, I know my fiction has profoundly changed and healed my life, the lives of family and friends, and now the people who are reading it.
Have you attended any book conventions or signings?
I have attended book conventions, the last in 2001. I really am too busy writing to go, and book signings are problematic for a POD author like me.
Where do you see yourself in ten years?
Writing the later books in the series and still pursuing my political columns.
Which one of your The Green Stone of Healing heroines do you relate to most?
I believe that I lived as past life as first-generation heroine Helen Andros, and identify with her very much. We both always have an opinion. My hope is that I have learned to be a little more diplomatic in expressing my opinions (not always, though). We both relish a fight with the powerful and try to stick up for the underdog.
What's your one guilty pleasure?
Ice cream. Yummy! No guilt. Just pure gastronomic bliss.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be and why?
I would restore hearing to my left ear, which went deaf from an acoustic neuroma (tumor of the ear nerve) about a decade ago. I cannot imagine life without sound, and having only one functioning ear has made me keenly appreciative of the hearing I do have.
What makes you happy?
Loving and being loved by my best friend and partner. Eating ice cream. Laughing at squirrels’ antics. Watching the silly lizards chase bugs on the screen door late at night. A good joke. Just small, simple things, really.
What are you wearing right now?
Not enough to go out in public!
What do you do to get into the writing mode?
Get up and sit in front of my computer. I spent many years as a reporter for newspapers with multiple daily deadlines. I am always in writing mode. I don’t even need the computer part, either. Just hand me something to write with and a scrap of paper, and I’m off and scribbling.
The series features four generations of strong-willed female characters who inherit a mysterious green gem ultimately revealed to mend broken bones and broken hearts, protect against missiles, and render its wearers undetectable.
For more information about each book, please visit Green Stone of Healing
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Cute Observations
These are cute so I'm sharing.Why are condoms transparent?
So that sperms can at least enjoy the scene even if their entry is Restricted!
Signboard outside a prostitute's house:
Married MEN not allowed. We serve the needy, not the greedy....
New AIDS awareness slogan:
Try different positions with the same woman instead of same position with different women.
Why is $ex like shaving?
Well, because no matter how well you do it today...tomorrow you'll have to do it again...
What will happen if earth rotates 30 times faster?
Men will get their salary everyday and women will bleed to death.
Why do 90% gals have a left boob bigger than the right?
Bcoz 90% boys are right handed.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
DON'T BREAK THE ELASTIC!
I don't know what year this interview happened and I've seen it before. But it's worth reading again and I thought some of you might enjoy it.
In April, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah on her 70 birthday. Oprah asked her what she thought of growing older. And, there on television, she said it was 'exciting.'
Regarding body changes, she said there were many, occurring every day...like her breasts. They seem to be in a race to see which will reach her waist, first. The audience laughed so hard they cried. She is such an honest woman, with so much wisdom in her words!
Maya Angelou said this: "I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
"I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
"I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as 'making a life.'
"I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
"I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.
"I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
"I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
"I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
"I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
In April, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah on her 70 birthday. Oprah asked her what she thought of growing older. And, there on television, she said it was 'exciting.'
Regarding body changes, she said there were many, occurring every day...like her breasts. They seem to be in a race to see which will reach her waist, first. The audience laughed so hard they cried. She is such an honest woman, with so much wisdom in her words!
Maya Angelou said this: "I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
"I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
"I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as 'making a life.'
"I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
"I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.
"I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
"I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
"I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
"I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
Monday, September 7, 2009
What Labor Day Means
Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.
If there's one holiday we should have off...with pay...it's Labor Day. Don't you agree? I'm old enough to remember the days when most businesses were closed on the weekends. And they ran from 8:00-5:00 closing for an hour lunch. I remember business closing on major holidays...all day.
Weekends were for families. A time when the worker could unwind, chill, rest up for the week. I remember eagerly looking forward to every holiday because I knew I'd be out of school or off from work. Nowadays you get to leave early on a holiday. Not too many businesses close down completely. And I think that's sad. Less time at home, less family life. Maybe if we went back to the good ole days there'd be less crime in the world today. More good people.
I asked to have today off, as did a few others in my area. The office isn't closed. And I feel for my one co-worker who will hold down the fort. I think we should take a page from the banks and post offices. When they're closed, everyone should be closed.
There are some holidays that should be observed the way they were meant to be.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Meet KyAnn Waters
Four years of foreplay is enough...Avril Blanco experiences several positions with a sexy, driven executive in the advertising firm of William Carver. The complication... Monday morning the determined and powerful man will be her boss.
Ian Carver is taking over as CEO for his ailing father. His first executive decision—renegotiate Avril’s job description. He’s looking for a partner, in and out of bed.
But will she risk the reputation of sleeping her way to the top?
KyAnn Waters lives in Utah with her husband, two children, and two dogs. She spends her days writing and her evenings with her family. She enjoys sporting events on the television, thrillers on the big screen, and hot scenes between the pages of her books.
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Well...
Nutrisystem is out! Now don't go all ballistic on me and give me hell. I have my reasons. And I might as well admit that I've been off it since my dad left, right after the 4Th of July weekend.
Even though I've stopped the program I've kept up trying to eat halfway right. Especially during the week when I'm at work. I'm still snacking on those damn blueberries, eating yogurt, cottage cheese and weight watchers meals. Man have blueberries gone up in the stores! This week they were $3 for half of what I got last week.
Baby steps, right? I know I have a long battle a head of me and if I just eat healthier and don't lose a pound I figure I'm still ahead of the game. I've lost a total of 17 pounds and I do plan to lose more. The main thing is that I feel better and that's all that matters.
Okay?
Even though I've stopped the program I've kept up trying to eat halfway right. Especially during the week when I'm at work. I'm still snacking on those damn blueberries, eating yogurt, cottage cheese and weight watchers meals. Man have blueberries gone up in the stores! This week they were $3 for half of what I got last week.
Baby steps, right? I know I have a long battle a head of me and if I just eat healthier and don't lose a pound I figure I'm still ahead of the game. I've lost a total of 17 pounds and I do plan to lose more. The main thing is that I feel better and that's all that matters.
Okay?
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Sunday
I have to work tomorrow but I don't care. I'll be the only one in the office so it will be quiet. I usually get a lot more work done when I'm alone. Don't get me wrong, I love my co-workers. But when we're all together, well, you know how it is.
Sunday's are always quiet anyway as there's usually only two of us in the office. Rita has off the next two day's. I can't complain as I've been off since Wednesday and I get Labor Day off:) Another short week for me.
My goal is not to work any more than I have to:) Hope everyone has a great weekend!
Tootles!
By the way, the ribs I made on Friday were to die for if I do say so myself. They were finger lickin good and the meat just fell into your mouth. You didn't have to suck on the bone to get the meat off.
Sunday's are always quiet anyway as there's usually only two of us in the office. Rita has off the next two day's. I can't complain as I've been off since Wednesday and I get Labor Day off:) Another short week for me.
My goal is not to work any more than I have to:) Hope everyone has a great weekend!
Tootles!
By the way, the ribs I made on Friday were to die for if I do say so myself. They were finger lickin good and the meat just fell into your mouth. You didn't have to suck on the bone to get the meat off.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Who doesn't like Baby Backs?
I love them! I've only found one restaurant that makes them almost as good as I do:) Okay, tooting my own horn here but with my home made barbecue sauce they come out finger licking good. Just dripping off the bone! And we're gonna have them for dinner tonight. Here's how I make them.cut a rack up in about 3 to 4 ribs in a set
boil the hell...I mean heck out of them (hours) until they're tender but not falling off the bone
then slip them into the oven for about a half hour slathered in BB sauce, turn them over once
MY BARBECUE SAUCE:
WARNING...I don't measure anything so you're on your own here, sorry
ketchup
vinegar
garlic salt
pepper
dark brown sugar
parsley
onion salt
Mix all together to make a thick sweet paste...sounds yummy doesn't it? LOL If you get the right formula is is the best! Honestly, you can't screw it up. It all depends on if you want sweet or tart. I like sweet.
Slather it on pre-boiled ribs and pop them in the oven of about 350 for 15 minutes on each side. I suppose you can broil them too but I bake them.
Oh I can't wait for dinner!
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