...and I have a sore throat:(
I just took an airborne...sometimes it works, keep you fingers crossed for me:)
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
I'm a head of the game!
I got up early this morning, hit Wal-Mart to get my weekly grocery shopping done. Then when I got home ran through the house like a tornado to get the cleaning done. It helped that hubby was gone. Can't get a darn thing done when he's home. Especially the vacuuming because he doesn't like the noise.
We don't make that much dirt but having three cats, well, you can imagine the hair. They run around playing and after a couple days I can see little balls of hair where it's gathered in the corners on the tile floor. They don't like the noise of the vacuum either and it's funny to see them scampering from room to room when they see me coming. Sometimes all I have to do is take it out and they disappear.
Now I can enjoy the rest of my weekend. After my hair cut this afternoon I'll come home, shower and plant my big ass in my old chair until Sunday night. Of course I'll be writing but in the background sci-fi will be on, pissing off my hubby:)
Hope everyone has a great weekend! Don't forget to change your clocks. We fall back one hour.
Tootles!
We don't make that much dirt but having three cats, well, you can imagine the hair. They run around playing and after a couple days I can see little balls of hair where it's gathered in the corners on the tile floor. They don't like the noise of the vacuum either and it's funny to see them scampering from room to room when they see me coming. Sometimes all I have to do is take it out and they disappear.
Now I can enjoy the rest of my weekend. After my hair cut this afternoon I'll come home, shower and plant my big ass in my old chair until Sunday night. Of course I'll be writing but in the background sci-fi will be on, pissing off my hubby:)
Hope everyone has a great weekend! Don't forget to change your clocks. We fall back one hour.
Tootles!
Very Funny Stuff
A friend sent me this in email and I laughed my butt off!
NO PARENT LEFT BEHIND...... These are real notes written by parents in the Memphis school district . Spellings have been left intact.....
1. My son is under a doctor's care and should not take PE today. Please execute him.
2. Please exkuce lisa for being absent she was sick and i had her shot.
3. Dear school: please ecsc's john being absent on jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32 and also 33.
4. Please excuse Gloria from jim today. She is administrating.
5. Please excuse Roland from p.e. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.
6. John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.
7. Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He was hurt in the growing part.
8. Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.
9. Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his side.
10. Please excuse ray friday from school. He has very loose vowels.
11. Please excuse Lesli from being absent yesterday. She had diahre dyrea direathe the shits.
12. Please excuse tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea, and his boots leak.
13. Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.
14. Please excuse jimmy for being. It was his father's fault.
15. I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because i don't know what size she wear.
16. Please excuse jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it monday. We thought it was sunday.
17. Sally won't be in school a week from friday. We have to attend her funeral.
18. My daughter was absent yesterday because she was tired. She spent a weekend with the marines.
19. Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.
20. Please excuse mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.
21. Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.
22. Please excuse brenda. She has been sick and under the doctor.
23. Maryann was absent december 11-16, because she had a fever, sorethroat, headache andUpset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever an sore throat , her brother had a low grade fever andached all over. I wasn't the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.
NO PARENT LEFT BEHIND...... These are real notes written by parents in the Memphis school district . Spellings have been left intact.....
1. My son is under a doctor's care and should not take PE today. Please execute him.
2. Please exkuce lisa for being absent she was sick and i had her shot.
3. Dear school: please ecsc's john being absent on jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32 and also 33.
4. Please excuse Gloria from jim today. She is administrating.
5. Please excuse Roland from p.e. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.
6. John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.
7. Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He was hurt in the growing part.
8. Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.
9. Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his side.
10. Please excuse ray friday from school. He has very loose vowels.
11. Please excuse Lesli from being absent yesterday. She had diahre dyrea direathe the shits.
12. Please excuse tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea, and his boots leak.
13. Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.
14. Please excuse jimmy for being. It was his father's fault.
15. I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because i don't know what size she wear.
16. Please excuse jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it monday. We thought it was sunday.
17. Sally won't be in school a week from friday. We have to attend her funeral.
18. My daughter was absent yesterday because she was tired. She spent a weekend with the marines.
19. Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.
20. Please excuse mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.
21. Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.
22. Please excuse brenda. She has been sick and under the doctor.
23. Maryann was absent december 11-16, because she had a fever, sorethroat, headache andUpset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever an sore throat , her brother had a low grade fever andached all over. I wasn't the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Just sitting here wondering...
LOL...Could it be the hot flashes I suffer with every night is the result of sitting with a hot computer on my lap for 3 hours?
Is it possible to set my lap on fire?
Is it possible to set my lap on fire?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Good News is Coming!
Exciting news! Read all about it in my November newsletter, due out on the first. But wait...you didn't sign up for my monthly newsletter? Oh...that's a shame. But there's still time. Just click on the join my yahoo group link on the right hand side and join. It's that easy!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
All Day Halloween Chat
Clear your calendar for a fun and spooky AuthorIsland all day chat on Thursday the 29th as we share ghost stories, talk about great books and give away prizes!!! The festivities start at 8 am EST and go until the witching hour or until we all go to bed, whichever comes first ! Please stop by, join in the fun and bring your scariest ghost story!
TO JOIN THE CHAT - simply sign up at http://groups.yahoo.com/subscribe/authorislandchat you can set the group to INDIVIDUAL EMAILS to be in on the action from the get go, but be warned - it will get crazy!! - Or you can follow the chat on the group's home page.
Hope to see you there!
TO JOIN THE CHAT - simply sign up at http://groups.yahoo.com/subscribe/authorislandchat you can set the group to INDIVIDUAL EMAILS to be in on the action from the get go, but be warned - it will get crazy!! - Or you can follow the chat on the group's home page.
Hope to see you there!
Excerpt of CUPID'S ARROW
Emma caught her breath, recognizing Mike the second she heard the deep timbre of his sexy voice. He made a hunky Zorro, dressed all in black in a costume that fit his tall, powerful body like it was tailored especially for him.
She’d seen him watching her while she crossed the room, ignoring him on purpose because she hadn’t wanted to encourage any unwelcome attention. Now that she knew who he was, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was what dreams were made of, the handsome hero disguised in a black mask, his steely eyes doing all his talking for him as he leaned insolently against the table with that wolfish grin. The bad boy every woman secretly yearns for.
He had to know how he affected women with his mysterious presence. Goodness, she all but placed her hand over her pounding heart. What was wrong with her? It took effort to remind herself he was married.
She was about to step away when a dancer bumped into her backside, causing her to fly directly into Mike’s arms. “Oh!” she gasped, throwing her head back to meet his eyes just as his strong hands curled around the fleshy part of her arms, catching her against him.
Their bodies were flush, and suddenly it seemed like they were sharing every breath, every heart beat as they stared intently into each other’s eyes. Emma felt warm heat spread throughout her body, a heat that had nothing to do with the hot disco lights glaring overhead.
Time seemed to stand still.
She couldn’t pull her gaze away from his, too caught up in the spell of the moment and feeling way too much in his strong arms, experiencing way too much sensation against his hard body.She was old enough to realize the flow of heat pooling in the lower half of her body was the result of sharp and instant arousal. She tried to ignore the tingling in her nipples as they tightened against his chest, wetting her lips to issue an apology. However, the only thing that came out was a noise that sounded very much like a purr of surrender, a sound of betrayal if she ever heard one.
“Mike,” she began, in a breathless tone that revealed her emotions. She was unable to finish, her body trembling on a sudden wave of weakness. Certain her knees were going to give way, she struggled to put the brakes on the obvious signs of what being in his arms was doing to her.
“Please…” she began, intending to ask him to let her go, but there was no denying the invitation she heard in her own voice.
Mike’s eyes darkened with desire; he didn’t want to let Emma go. He’d known he was attracted to her from the start, but he wasn’t prepared for the instant results she produced every time she touched him in some way. Even innocently, only this was hardly innocent. He felt every
inch of her. His hands tightened around her arms, a low groan locking in his throat.
The very air around them seemed electrified.
He didn’t want to feel the attraction, yet he was powerless to push her away. Instead, he was acting like an adolescent discovering what sex was all about for the first time. Hell, he was breaking out in a sweat! Her sweet scent and softness was more than any mortal could bear.
Glancing down was his undoing. Her lovely breasts, crushed against him, were all but spilling out of their scant covering. The breath hissed from his lungs, lust shooting a direct path for his aching groin. Releasing a low growl of denial, he felt himself turning hard, and realized he should set her away from him at once. But she felt too damn good right where she was. As if she belonged there.
The sensible part of his brain told Mike to distance himself now, before things went too far. Yet he held Emma tighter. Then it occurred to him that if he wasn’t going to turn her loose, he couldn’t very well continue to hold her without a justifiable reason. “Let’s dance,” he barked in a
less than friendly tone.
Surprise registered on her face but he didn’t give her a chance to turn him down. He dragged her onto the dance floor, crushing her against him as they began to sway to the music. A giggle escaped Emma almost immediately, causing him to frown. The music blaring through the room was a lively, upbeat tune. Not particularly to his tastes but it allowed him to keep her close. The couples brave enough to dance to it were nothing but a blur of activity near them, spinning around the room like tops out of control.
“You think this is funny?” he questioned gruffly, a little put out by her misplaced sense of humor. An aroused man was like an angry bear. Didn’t she know that? Course, he wasn’t making things easier by keeping her in his arms. Maybe he had made up his mind to get his kid raised and out of school before pursuing personal interests but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the foreplay, the forbidden excitement. The new excited rush of what could be.
It didn’t have to lead anywhere, did it?
She’d seen him watching her while she crossed the room, ignoring him on purpose because she hadn’t wanted to encourage any unwelcome attention. Now that she knew who he was, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was what dreams were made of, the handsome hero disguised in a black mask, his steely eyes doing all his talking for him as he leaned insolently against the table with that wolfish grin. The bad boy every woman secretly yearns for.
He had to know how he affected women with his mysterious presence. Goodness, she all but placed her hand over her pounding heart. What was wrong with her? It took effort to remind herself he was married.
She was about to step away when a dancer bumped into her backside, causing her to fly directly into Mike’s arms. “Oh!” she gasped, throwing her head back to meet his eyes just as his strong hands curled around the fleshy part of her arms, catching her against him.
Their bodies were flush, and suddenly it seemed like they were sharing every breath, every heart beat as they stared intently into each other’s eyes. Emma felt warm heat spread throughout her body, a heat that had nothing to do with the hot disco lights glaring overhead.
Time seemed to stand still.
She couldn’t pull her gaze away from his, too caught up in the spell of the moment and feeling way too much in his strong arms, experiencing way too much sensation against his hard body.She was old enough to realize the flow of heat pooling in the lower half of her body was the result of sharp and instant arousal. She tried to ignore the tingling in her nipples as they tightened against his chest, wetting her lips to issue an apology. However, the only thing that came out was a noise that sounded very much like a purr of surrender, a sound of betrayal if she ever heard one.
“Mike,” she began, in a breathless tone that revealed her emotions. She was unable to finish, her body trembling on a sudden wave of weakness. Certain her knees were going to give way, she struggled to put the brakes on the obvious signs of what being in his arms was doing to her.
“Please…” she began, intending to ask him to let her go, but there was no denying the invitation she heard in her own voice.
Mike’s eyes darkened with desire; he didn’t want to let Emma go. He’d known he was attracted to her from the start, but he wasn’t prepared for the instant results she produced every time she touched him in some way. Even innocently, only this was hardly innocent. He felt every
inch of her. His hands tightened around her arms, a low groan locking in his throat.
The very air around them seemed electrified.
He didn’t want to feel the attraction, yet he was powerless to push her away. Instead, he was acting like an adolescent discovering what sex was all about for the first time. Hell, he was breaking out in a sweat! Her sweet scent and softness was more than any mortal could bear.
Glancing down was his undoing. Her lovely breasts, crushed against him, were all but spilling out of their scant covering. The breath hissed from his lungs, lust shooting a direct path for his aching groin. Releasing a low growl of denial, he felt himself turning hard, and realized he should set her away from him at once. But she felt too damn good right where she was. As if she belonged there.
The sensible part of his brain told Mike to distance himself now, before things went too far. Yet he held Emma tighter. Then it occurred to him that if he wasn’t going to turn her loose, he couldn’t very well continue to hold her without a justifiable reason. “Let’s dance,” he barked in a
less than friendly tone.
Surprise registered on her face but he didn’t give her a chance to turn him down. He dragged her onto the dance floor, crushing her against him as they began to sway to the music. A giggle escaped Emma almost immediately, causing him to frown. The music blaring through the room was a lively, upbeat tune. Not particularly to his tastes but it allowed him to keep her close. The couples brave enough to dance to it were nothing but a blur of activity near them, spinning around the room like tops out of control.
“You think this is funny?” he questioned gruffly, a little put out by her misplaced sense of humor. An aroused man was like an angry bear. Didn’t she know that? Course, he wasn’t making things easier by keeping her in his arms. Maybe he had made up his mind to get his kid raised and out of school before pursuing personal interests but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the foreplay, the forbidden excitement. The new excited rush of what could be.
It didn’t have to lead anywhere, did it?
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Warning from Louisville Police Dept
A friend sent this to me and well, you can never be too safe these days. We live in a scary world!
A man came over and offered his services as a painter to a female putting gas in her car and left his card. She said no, but accepted his card out of kindness and got in the car. The man then got into a car driven by another gentleman. As the lady left the service station, she saw the men following her out of the station at the same time. Almost immediately, she started to feel dizzy and could not catch her breath. She tried to open the window and realized that the odor was on her hand; the same hand which accepted the card from the gentleman at the gas station.
She then noticed the men were immediately behind her and she felt she needed to do something at that moment. She drove into the first driveway and began to honk her horn repeatedly to ask for help. The men drove away but the lady still felt pretty bad for several minutes after she could finally catch her breath.
Apparently, there was a substance on the card that could have seriously injured her. This drug is called 'BURUNDANGA' and it is used by people who wish to incapacitate a victim in order to steal from or take advantage of them. This drug is four times more dangerous than the date rape drug and is transferable on simple cards. So take heed and make sure you don't accept cards at any given time & alone or from someone on the streets. It also applies to those making "house calls" and slipping you a card when they offer their services!!!
A man came over and offered his services as a painter to a female putting gas in her car and left his card. She said no, but accepted his card out of kindness and got in the car. The man then got into a car driven by another gentleman. As the lady left the service station, she saw the men following her out of the station at the same time. Almost immediately, she started to feel dizzy and could not catch her breath. She tried to open the window and realized that the odor was on her hand; the same hand which accepted the card from the gentleman at the gas station.
She then noticed the men were immediately behind her and she felt she needed to do something at that moment. She drove into the first driveway and began to honk her horn repeatedly to ask for help. The men drove away but the lady still felt pretty bad for several minutes after she could finally catch her breath.
Apparently, there was a substance on the card that could have seriously injured her. This drug is called 'BURUNDANGA' and it is used by people who wish to incapacitate a victim in order to steal from or take advantage of them. This drug is four times more dangerous than the date rape drug and is transferable on simple cards. So take heed and make sure you don't accept cards at any given time & alone or from someone on the streets. It also applies to those making "house calls" and slipping you a card when they offer their services!!!
Friday, October 23, 2009
New Book Video
This just in folks! They did so good on Wicked Desire that I contracted them to do one for my first torrid romance. What do you think?
Thursday, October 22, 2009
The Importance of Walking
...sent to me by a friend
1. Walking 20 minutes can add to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $7000 per month.
2. My grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60.. Now he's 97 years old... and we haven't a clue where the hell he is.
3. I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
4. The only reason I would take up walking is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.
5. I have to walk early in the morning, before my brain figures out what I'm doing.
6. I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. ...apparently you have to actually go there.
7. Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise', I wash my mouth out with chocolate.
8. I do have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.
9. The advantage of exercising every day is so when you die, they'll say, 'Well, he looks good doesn't he.'
10. If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.
11. I know I got a lot of exercise the last few years, ......just getting over the hill was enough.
12. We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more information in our skulls. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
13. Every time I start thinking too much about how I look, I just find a Happy Hour and by the time I leave, I look just fine.
1. Walking 20 minutes can add to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $7000 per month.
2. My grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60.. Now he's 97 years old... and we haven't a clue where the hell he is.
3. I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
4. The only reason I would take up walking is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.
5. I have to walk early in the morning, before my brain figures out what I'm doing.
6. I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. ...apparently you have to actually go there.
7. Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise', I wash my mouth out with chocolate.
8. I do have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.
9. The advantage of exercising every day is so when you die, they'll say, 'Well, he looks good doesn't he.'
10. If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.
11. I know I got a lot of exercise the last few years, ......just getting over the hill was enough.
12. We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more information in our skulls. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
13. Every time I start thinking too much about how I look, I just find a Happy Hour and by the time I leave, I look just fine.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
A First Class Seat and a Thank You
I just have to share this story with ya'll. You know hubby was gone for a week, visiting family in OK. On the flight back he tried to upgrade to first class but it was already full. His assigned seat was at the very back of the plane. He made himself comfortable, sat back and waited for the plane to take off.
After a while he saw the stewardess walking his way with a younger man following her. They stopped when they came to my hubby and the stewardess explained that the man wanted to give up his first class seat to him, and thanked him for serving our country. You see, hubby was wearing this hat.
There aren't too many folks left in the world that can say they served in WWII. Hubby politely refused, and thanked the younger man. However, the younger man insisted and the stewardess helped hubby re-locate to a first class seat.
Nice story, isn't it?
After a while he saw the stewardess walking his way with a younger man following her. They stopped when they came to my hubby and the stewardess explained that the man wanted to give up his first class seat to him, and thanked him for serving our country. You see, hubby was wearing this hat.
There aren't too many folks left in the world that can say they served in WWII. Hubby politely refused, and thanked the younger man. However, the younger man insisted and the stewardess helped hubby re-locate to a first class seat.
Nice story, isn't it?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
FIVE CUPS from Coffee Time Reviews!!!
I'm excited to say (okay brag a little) that THE COWBOY WAY has received another fantastic review! You can read it here. Woohoo!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Have you ever seen a prettier smile?
Alivia spent a couple days with me so mommy and daddy could have what my daughter calls mommy/daddy time. She just loves the cats! And we had a blast!
The Spoiled Under 30 Crowd
Boy, can I relate to this. If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!!!!
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking Twenty-five miles to school every morning..... Uphill...barefoot... BOTH ways Yadda, yadda, yadda
And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But now that... I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it!
I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalogue!! There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take, like, a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!
Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass!
Nowhere was safe! There were no MP3' s or Napsters! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!
There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished and the tape would come undone. Cause - that's how we rolled, dig?
We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!
We didn't have any fancy Sony PlayStation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died!
Just like LIFE!
You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel! NO REMOTES!!!
There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little...!
And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove! Imagine that!
That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled. You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or before!
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking Twenty-five miles to school every morning..... Uphill...barefoot... BOTH ways Yadda, yadda, yadda
And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But now that... I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it!
I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalogue!! There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take, like, a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!
Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass!
Nowhere was safe! There were no MP3' s or Napsters! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!
There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished and the tape would come undone. Cause - that's how we rolled, dig?
We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!
We didn't have any fancy Sony PlayStation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died!
Just like LIFE!
You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel! NO REMOTES!!!
There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little...!
And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove! Imagine that!
That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled. You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or before!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The Nasty Flu
Hubby called. He's visiting family in OK for a week. Apparently several family members have come down with the flu. He tried to get an early flight home but the airline wanted to charge him an outrageous fee for changing his flight. I didn't want to tell him it didn't matter because he'd already been infected. If he's going to get it he's going to get it.
This is the first year I've gotten a flu shot because the last thing he needs at his age is the flu. Now he's in a bad situation. We're both praying his flu shot will protect him, and that he doesn't bring it home with him.
Well...back to my Alivia. She's staying a couple days and keeping grandma busy!
This is the first year I've gotten a flu shot because the last thing he needs at his age is the flu. Now he's in a bad situation. We're both praying his flu shot will protect him, and that he doesn't bring it home with him.
Well...back to my Alivia. She's staying a couple days and keeping grandma busy!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Explicit Excerpt of THE COWBOY WAY
“You’re a tease, sweetheart. I didn’t realize how much until now. I only hope you’re prepared to back up your invitation.”
Invitation? Lacey didn’t realize Chase was wading toward the steps at the end of the pool. She was intent on slipping into her mesh robe and escaping. His words stung because she knew they weren’t true. Yet why had she deliberately set out to entice him? She knew why. Because she wanted him as hungry for her as she was for him.
When Lacey reached down to turn off the radio, Chase’s hands suddenly fell on her shoulders and whirled her around. A startled squeak escaped her before her mouth was captured by Chase’s in a hard and forceful kiss. She raised her hands to push him away. “What do you think you’re doing?” Her heart slammed against her chest.
“You won’t need this.” Chase roughly ripped the wrap off her body. “If you’re going to tease a man, Lacey, be prepared for the consequences.”
“I wasn’t…”
Chase pulled her sharply against him, his hands digging painfully into her naked buttocks. “You were!” Their breaths mingled, then he was stealing hers away with the demanding pressure of his lips in another kiss.
Lacey was helpless against Chase. Whimpering noises of pleasure sounded deep in her throat as she responded to his rough possession. When she felt the heavy pounding of his arousal against her, she felt an answering response deep inside her body. Before she knew what she was doing, she rotated her hips against him, moaning at the surge of damp heat between her legs.
“You little witch. Do you know what you’re doing?” His words were hoarse and rough.
Lacey knew what she was doing and was in no condition to answer Chase. She had to save her strength just to breathe, and she leaned into him, letting his rock-hard body support her from falling to the deck. Chase’s hands were no longer squeezing her buttocks in punishment, but were gentle now, caressing over her in tender exploration. The rough calluses of his palms added an extra element of stimulation as his hands smoothed down her thighs and back up to her bottom, lifting her at the same time and holding her against him.
“Damn, you feel good against my cock.” He leaned forward and sank his teeth into the side of Lacey’s neck, then soothed the slight pain he’d inflicted by sucking it tenderly. “Sorry, baby, but you bring out the savage in me.”
Trembling wildly, Lacey’s hands went to the waistband of his boxers and slipped inside. It was a bold act that was so unlike her, yet she couldn’t seem to stop her fingers from encircling his hard length to test her power over him. His shudder revealed more than words what her touch was doing to him.
A low groan vibrated through his chest as Chase thrust his hips toward her caress...
Invitation? Lacey didn’t realize Chase was wading toward the steps at the end of the pool. She was intent on slipping into her mesh robe and escaping. His words stung because she knew they weren’t true. Yet why had she deliberately set out to entice him? She knew why. Because she wanted him as hungry for her as she was for him.
When Lacey reached down to turn off the radio, Chase’s hands suddenly fell on her shoulders and whirled her around. A startled squeak escaped her before her mouth was captured by Chase’s in a hard and forceful kiss. She raised her hands to push him away. “What do you think you’re doing?” Her heart slammed against her chest.
“You won’t need this.” Chase roughly ripped the wrap off her body. “If you’re going to tease a man, Lacey, be prepared for the consequences.”
“I wasn’t…”
Chase pulled her sharply against him, his hands digging painfully into her naked buttocks. “You were!” Their breaths mingled, then he was stealing hers away with the demanding pressure of his lips in another kiss.
Lacey was helpless against Chase. Whimpering noises of pleasure sounded deep in her throat as she responded to his rough possession. When she felt the heavy pounding of his arousal against her, she felt an answering response deep inside her body. Before she knew what she was doing, she rotated her hips against him, moaning at the surge of damp heat between her legs.
“You little witch. Do you know what you’re doing?” His words were hoarse and rough.
Lacey knew what she was doing and was in no condition to answer Chase. She had to save her strength just to breathe, and she leaned into him, letting his rock-hard body support her from falling to the deck. Chase’s hands were no longer squeezing her buttocks in punishment, but were gentle now, caressing over her in tender exploration. The rough calluses of his palms added an extra element of stimulation as his hands smoothed down her thighs and back up to her bottom, lifting her at the same time and holding her against him.
“Damn, you feel good against my cock.” He leaned forward and sank his teeth into the side of Lacey’s neck, then soothed the slight pain he’d inflicted by sucking it tenderly. “Sorry, baby, but you bring out the savage in me.”
Trembling wildly, Lacey’s hands went to the waistband of his boxers and slipped inside. It was a bold act that was so unlike her, yet she couldn’t seem to stop her fingers from encircling his hard length to test her power over him. His shudder revealed more than words what her touch was doing to him.
A low groan vibrated through his chest as Chase thrust his hips toward her caress...
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I'm on vacation! I'm on vacation!
And boy do I need one. I'm staying home. Tomorrow my granddaughter comes up for a couple days. That will give her parents a break and time for each other. Maybe work on producing grandbaby number two. Okay, did I say that out loud? I'm terrible! But hey, I wanted five kids and only had one. God owes me!
Then on Sunday when they come up to get her we'll have a family dinner. I always look forward to spending time with family. My niece and her live in will come up, too.
There's a pumpkin patch down the street, run by a church. Every year, well, this will be Alivia's third, we take her there and take pictures. She absolutely loved Mickey's Not so Scary Halloween at Disney last Saturday. My daughter said it was worth the money. Alivia went dressed as a little pink butterfly. She's a beautiful girl...takes after her grandmother:)
I'll have a couple days to myself before having to return to work, and going back on Wednesday means I only have to work two days next week. Maybe I'll finish up that erotic novella!
Then on Sunday when they come up to get her we'll have a family dinner. I always look forward to spending time with family. My niece and her live in will come up, too.
There's a pumpkin patch down the street, run by a church. Every year, well, this will be Alivia's third, we take her there and take pictures. She absolutely loved Mickey's Not so Scary Halloween at Disney last Saturday. My daughter said it was worth the money. Alivia went dressed as a little pink butterfly. She's a beautiful girl...takes after her grandmother:)
I'll have a couple days to myself before having to return to work, and going back on Wednesday means I only have to work two days next week. Maybe I'll finish up that erotic novella!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Excerpt of IT'S ALL IN THE JEANS
He was right behind Libby when they entered the dark shed, drawing the door closed behind them to keep the inside from getting any wetter than it already was. A large crack remained because the door was old and bent. He felt for the light switch and flipped it on. The room was instantly bathed with the dim glow of a twenty-watt bulb. Not much light, just enough to take in the lawn mower, various tools and gardening supplies kept on hand. And the wet temptress poised directly beneath the
light.
Logan’s gaze dropped, moving over Libby. She might as well be naked. Whatever she had on was plastered to her like a thin layer of tissue. It stopped at the top of her thighs, the transparency revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. Logan tried to put the brakes on where his mind was heading as his eyes rested on the fascinating curve of her buttocks. He recalled what she looked like naked, but for some unexplained reason this was far more sensual and tempting. Heightening his senses with a teasing display of what his hands had only discovered the day before.
His palms tingled, he tried to swallow. Then she whipped around to face him, an innocent smile on her face as she brushed the wet hair away. He watched her
movements, letting his gaze slowly take in the clear outline of her breasts with their darker nipples, proudly pointing in his direction. When his eyes landed on the darker patch between her thighs lust swept through his body in crippling waves.
Someone caught their breath, and their eyes met. If Logan didn’t know better he’d swear the look on Libby’s face revealed she was feeling uncharacteristically shy and nervous. So unlike the self-assured, sassy little witch they both knew she was. All at once she glanced away, and he couldn’t help wondering what she was up to. Yesterday she’d stood before him proud and naked, practically demanding he make love to her. Now she resembled more a delicate damsel in distress facing her conqueror.
“When Rufus is frightened he’ll hide almost anywhere,” she said, looking everywhere but at Logan. Is her voice trembling? “He likes people to believe he’s big and bad but inside he’s really just a big baby.” She moved to an old desk that Vincent used for a worktable. “Rufus?” her soft voice coaxed.
She bent over the desk to peer behind it, and seeing how her wet nightgown outlined her shapely bottom, Logan lost it, achieving a hard-on in record time. He sucked in his breath, his body twitching with awareness recalling how good it felt sinking
inside her welcoming body. Logan moved behind Libby, pinning her against the desk, not quite sure what his intentions were. Only knowing he needed to feel her against him like he needed air to breathe.
Catching her unaware, he felt her slight jump. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked gruffly against her ear. Logan brought his arms around her and covered her breasts with his hands. He thrust his hips, letting her feel the power of his erection against her bottom.
“Oh!” she cried again, this time with soft acceptance.
Logan closed his eyes and groaned low. If he had any doubts Libby was receptive to his boldness the thought went right out the window the moment she pressed her bottom against his cock.
“There’s a damn storm out there, Libby, and all I can think about is a repeat of what we did in the pool house.”
Her soft laugh filled the small room, heard above the pounding rain on the tin roof. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” she admitted. “I’m embarrassed at how, ah, slutty I acted with you.”
“Do you know what I think?” he whispered, caressing her breasts and nipples and noticing how perfect they felt in his palms. Like they belonged there. “I think you’re a witch and you put a hex on me.” He sucked in his breath when she arched her
back, forcing her bottom more fully against him. His knees actually buckled in weakness.
She laughed again, trembling wildly. “My greatgrandmother was said to be a witch,” she confessed.
Growling low, Logan leaned forward and put his mouth against her collarbone. His kisses traveled a slow path to the graceful arch of her neck, where she tilted her head so he could have better access. He closed his teeth over her in a gentle love
bite, and then sucked the brief pain away. Libby shivered wildly, turning her face toward him with a sigh of longing on her lips.
Logan didn’t think twice about accepting her silent invitation. His mouth swooped down on hers, parting her sweet lips and thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers. Mutual moans of pleasure echoed around them. It would be so easy to lose control with Libby. But did he want to use her in that way? The truth was Logan didn’t have the strength to pull away.
His arousal pounded full and heavy behind his zipper, demanding he do something about it. His heart was beating rapidly to keep up with the rush spiraling through his blood. And the hungry movements of Libby’s body as she writhed against him, her
audible whimpers, seemed to indicate she was working toward that same goal.
Logan forced himself to break their heated kiss...
light.
Logan’s gaze dropped, moving over Libby. She might as well be naked. Whatever she had on was plastered to her like a thin layer of tissue. It stopped at the top of her thighs, the transparency revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. Logan tried to put the brakes on where his mind was heading as his eyes rested on the fascinating curve of her buttocks. He recalled what she looked like naked, but for some unexplained reason this was far more sensual and tempting. Heightening his senses with a teasing display of what his hands had only discovered the day before.
His palms tingled, he tried to swallow. Then she whipped around to face him, an innocent smile on her face as she brushed the wet hair away. He watched her
movements, letting his gaze slowly take in the clear outline of her breasts with their darker nipples, proudly pointing in his direction. When his eyes landed on the darker patch between her thighs lust swept through his body in crippling waves.
Someone caught their breath, and their eyes met. If Logan didn’t know better he’d swear the look on Libby’s face revealed she was feeling uncharacteristically shy and nervous. So unlike the self-assured, sassy little witch they both knew she was. All at once she glanced away, and he couldn’t help wondering what she was up to. Yesterday she’d stood before him proud and naked, practically demanding he make love to her. Now she resembled more a delicate damsel in distress facing her conqueror.
“When Rufus is frightened he’ll hide almost anywhere,” she said, looking everywhere but at Logan. Is her voice trembling? “He likes people to believe he’s big and bad but inside he’s really just a big baby.” She moved to an old desk that Vincent used for a worktable. “Rufus?” her soft voice coaxed.
She bent over the desk to peer behind it, and seeing how her wet nightgown outlined her shapely bottom, Logan lost it, achieving a hard-on in record time. He sucked in his breath, his body twitching with awareness recalling how good it felt sinking
inside her welcoming body. Logan moved behind Libby, pinning her against the desk, not quite sure what his intentions were. Only knowing he needed to feel her against him like he needed air to breathe.
Catching her unaware, he felt her slight jump. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked gruffly against her ear. Logan brought his arms around her and covered her breasts with his hands. He thrust his hips, letting her feel the power of his erection against her bottom.
“Oh!” she cried again, this time with soft acceptance.
Logan closed his eyes and groaned low. If he had any doubts Libby was receptive to his boldness the thought went right out the window the moment she pressed her bottom against his cock.
“There’s a damn storm out there, Libby, and all I can think about is a repeat of what we did in the pool house.”
Her soft laugh filled the small room, heard above the pounding rain on the tin roof. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” she admitted. “I’m embarrassed at how, ah, slutty I acted with you.”
“Do you know what I think?” he whispered, caressing her breasts and nipples and noticing how perfect they felt in his palms. Like they belonged there. “I think you’re a witch and you put a hex on me.” He sucked in his breath when she arched her
back, forcing her bottom more fully against him. His knees actually buckled in weakness.
She laughed again, trembling wildly. “My greatgrandmother was said to be a witch,” she confessed.
Growling low, Logan leaned forward and put his mouth against her collarbone. His kisses traveled a slow path to the graceful arch of her neck, where she tilted her head so he could have better access. He closed his teeth over her in a gentle love
bite, and then sucked the brief pain away. Libby shivered wildly, turning her face toward him with a sigh of longing on her lips.
Logan didn’t think twice about accepting her silent invitation. His mouth swooped down on hers, parting her sweet lips and thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers. Mutual moans of pleasure echoed around them. It would be so easy to lose control with Libby. But did he want to use her in that way? The truth was Logan didn’t have the strength to pull away.
His arousal pounded full and heavy behind his zipper, demanding he do something about it. His heart was beating rapidly to keep up with the rush spiraling through his blood. And the hungry movements of Libby’s body as she writhed against him, her
audible whimpers, seemed to indicate she was working toward that same goal.
Logan forced himself to break their heated kiss...
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
OHMYGOD!!!
...are we living in hell or what? If you're a Floridian then you know what I mean. It's October for crying out loud, and hotter than, well, hell! We had two measly cool days a few weeks ago and since then it feels like we're in the dead of summer. The weather man says we can expect cooler weather this weekend.
I hope for his sake that he's right:)
Random Thoughts
1. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
2. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. 3. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
4. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
5. There is a great need for sarcasm font.
6. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
7. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
8. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
9. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
10. Was learning cursive really necessary?
11. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.
12. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
13. While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
14. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
15. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
16. Bad decisions make good stories.
17. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
18. Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
19. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
2. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. 3. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
4. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
5. There is a great need for sarcasm font.
6. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
7. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
8. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
9. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
10. Was learning cursive really necessary?
11. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.
12. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
13. While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
14. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
15. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
16. Bad decisions make good stories.
17. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
18. Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
19. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Writing Helps
Writing has long been therapy for me over the years. It's something I've always turned to when I need to heal, or want to lose myself for a while. That's probably why there are some years when I hardly write at all, because all in life is good. Lately I've been a writing demon and have almost finished my first novella. I have about 3 thousand words to go to complete a 12,000 word manuscript. Not sure who I'll submit it to but I have a couple publishers in mind.
The one thing I'm finding I like about writing a shorter romance is that the events in the story line happen a lot faster. I thought I would find it difficult to do, since my usual manuscripts are 50,000 words and more. However, it's turning out to be easier than I thought. Making the hero and heroine have a history with each other helps.
Now I have to come up with the title. I had something really sexy and explicit in mind but I'm not so sure about it. I'm tossing around the idea of having a contest where readers can decide on the name. You'll be first to know when I decide what I want to do:)
The one thing I'm finding I like about writing a shorter romance is that the events in the story line happen a lot faster. I thought I would find it difficult to do, since my usual manuscripts are 50,000 words and more. However, it's turning out to be easier than I thought. Making the hero and heroine have a history with each other helps.
Now I have to come up with the title. I had something really sexy and explicit in mind but I'm not so sure about it. I'm tossing around the idea of having a contest where readers can decide on the name. You'll be first to know when I decide what I want to do:)
Have a happy week my friends!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Productive Day
...for a day off.
It was just one of those days where I had a lot planned. It started out at the doctors for my 6 month visit. Everything is looking great! Since the last time I saw her I'd lost 19 pounds. Okay, not much in 6 months but I'll take it. That little weight loss has helped big time with the results of the blood work they did on me last week. Got my very first flu shot, too.
Grocery shopping after that was done in record time and for a change I didn't go over a hundred dollars. Course, hubby is leaving on Sunday for a week. We're both looking forward to a break from each other. I don't care how much you love your other half, you need time away from one another once in a while.
Then I had to get new tires for my car. I absolutely hate buying anything for the car because let's face it, you don't see anything for your money. And, tires aren't pretty. However, I've learned a long time ago that if you take care of your car it will take care of you.
Afternoon was for me as I got a haircut. Then went home and took a much needed nap. I haven't been sleeping very good lately. Losing someone from suicide has really affected me and I can't seem to get Donald out of my mind. I know time will help.
It was just one of those days where I had a lot planned. It started out at the doctors for my 6 month visit. Everything is looking great! Since the last time I saw her I'd lost 19 pounds. Okay, not much in 6 months but I'll take it. That little weight loss has helped big time with the results of the blood work they did on me last week. Got my very first flu shot, too.
Grocery shopping after that was done in record time and for a change I didn't go over a hundred dollars. Course, hubby is leaving on Sunday for a week. We're both looking forward to a break from each other. I don't care how much you love your other half, you need time away from one another once in a while.
Then I had to get new tires for my car. I absolutely hate buying anything for the car because let's face it, you don't see anything for your money. And, tires aren't pretty. However, I've learned a long time ago that if you take care of your car it will take care of you.
Afternoon was for me as I got a haircut. Then went home and took a much needed nap. I haven't been sleeping very good lately. Losing someone from suicide has really affected me and I can't seem to get Donald out of my mind. I know time will help.
Excerpt of WICKED DESIRE
“Don’t stand up!”
But the loud warning came too late. In a desperate dive to grasp the tail end of the oar Maggie jumped to her feet and leaned over the side of the boat. By the time she realized her mistake it was too late to do anything about it. With a cry she went over the side headfirst. The water was cold and she surfaced with a gasp. Kicking her feet to stay afloat, she brushed strands of clinging hair out of her face so she could see, cursing the stupid boat, which had managed to float several feet away from her.
“Give me your hand.”
Maggie twisted toward the masculine voice behind her, her gaze falling on the hand near her face. Her gaze followed the path up a strong, muscular arm until her eyes locked onto all too familiar brown ones. She groaned and glanced around, half expecting to see lightning in the air. Even though her heart gave a little start she muttered miserably, “Go away.” She turned around, fully intending to ignore Matt. Why should he always see her at her worst?
“Give me your hand,” he insisted in a tone that revealed he was trying not to laugh. She reluctantly raised her hand and with a sharp pull he had her on board his boat in no time. “Out for a little afternoon dip?” He stepped away from her dripping body and crossed his arms, his gaze moving over Maggie as though to make sure she was alright. There was amusement in his voice when he said, “I’ve seen you looking better.”
“Really?” Her tone was thick with sarcasm as she tugged at the hem of her shorts. She couldn’t look him in the eyes, embarrassed he’d witnessed her ungraceful plunge into the lake. And she didn’t need or want his misplaced humor, either. She peered down at herself and groaned noticing the wet material of her tee shirt revealed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Heat crawled up her neck into her cheeks. Her nipples were clearly visible and taut. She plucked the clinging material away from her breasts. “Do you have a towel or something?”
“Why, I like the view.”
Maggie felt a slow burn spread through her body when Matt’s eyes lingered on her breasts. His slow smile was sexy. His gaze revealed growing awareness. “Really?” She smiled in return, while quaking with unusual nervousness inside. “You’re not the one freezing.” It was a warm, sunny day.
Matt’s eyes shot back up to hers. “You’re cold? There’s a remedy for that.”
Maggie wondered what that meant. His hands went to the white shirt he was wearing. Suddenly buttons were flying everywhere when he ripped it open, exposing his masculine chest and washboard abdomen. She caught her breath and stepped back, coming into bruising contact with the side of the boat. “And what would that be?”
Thank God it was a bigger boat than hers or she might find herself treading water a second time. On second thought, the way Matt was staring at her, eating her up with his eyes, she might stand a better chance in the lake.
“Body heat.”
Oh! Instant desire erupted inside Maggie. Matt was appealing when he wasn’t being all serious and matter of fact. She recalled the body heat between them the other morning. How could she not? It had equaled nothing she’d ever experienced before. But here on the lake, in the open, did she dare give in to the hunger simmering between them? She cast a glance back to shore, chagrined to find she couldn’t even see her father. She looked back at Matt. The truth hit Maggie like a ton of bricks. It didn’t matter where they were. She wanted him. And the gleam in his devilish eyes said he was hungry for her, too. The longer they stood there, staring at each other, the stronger the urge became to tempt fate.
Still, Maggie wasn’t ready to give in so easily. She enjoyed the cat and- mouse game they were playing. She held out her hands as if to ward him off. “I’ll scream.” With pleasure, she didn’t add.
Matt paused long enough to look around. “Go ahead,” he said with a significant lifting of his brows.
The lake was suddenly empty of boaters, swimmers and anything else in their immediate vicinity. Matt whipped off his shirt and Maggie jumped at the unexpected action. “Why so jumpy?” He handed it to her. She clutched it to the front of her. He was close, too close for her peace of mind. Maggie held out her hand. “I hope we can be friends.” She tried not to smile, aware her comment was outrageous after what they’d shared.
“Friends?” His eyes gleamed like polished mahogany, holding hers captive for a long minute, before his gaze dropped to her hand. “I think we’re past that.” Ignoring her offer of a handshake,he gave a slight nod. Then his gaze moved past her, “I think we’d better retrieve your boat before it floats further away.”
She turned her head in the direction Matt indicated, seeing her father’s little canoe had floated quite a distance from them. While Matt started the engine she gratefully slipped into his shirt. She could smell the scent of him on it, accepting the welcoming warmth where his body had been only moments ago.
“Can you reach the towline?”
She glanced down at the rope trailing in the water and bent over the side to reach for it. It was farther than she thought. The rope remained just beyond her fingertips. She stretched as far as she could, until the muscles at the back of her legs tightened as she balanced on the very tips of her toes. Oh no! Her eyes rounded when her feet slipped on the deck and she felt herself going over the side headfirst...
But the loud warning came too late. In a desperate dive to grasp the tail end of the oar Maggie jumped to her feet and leaned over the side of the boat. By the time she realized her mistake it was too late to do anything about it. With a cry she went over the side headfirst. The water was cold and she surfaced with a gasp. Kicking her feet to stay afloat, she brushed strands of clinging hair out of her face so she could see, cursing the stupid boat, which had managed to float several feet away from her.
“Give me your hand.”
Maggie twisted toward the masculine voice behind her, her gaze falling on the hand near her face. Her gaze followed the path up a strong, muscular arm until her eyes locked onto all too familiar brown ones. She groaned and glanced around, half expecting to see lightning in the air. Even though her heart gave a little start she muttered miserably, “Go away.” She turned around, fully intending to ignore Matt. Why should he always see her at her worst?
“Give me your hand,” he insisted in a tone that revealed he was trying not to laugh. She reluctantly raised her hand and with a sharp pull he had her on board his boat in no time. “Out for a little afternoon dip?” He stepped away from her dripping body and crossed his arms, his gaze moving over Maggie as though to make sure she was alright. There was amusement in his voice when he said, “I’ve seen you looking better.”
“Really?” Her tone was thick with sarcasm as she tugged at the hem of her shorts. She couldn’t look him in the eyes, embarrassed he’d witnessed her ungraceful plunge into the lake. And she didn’t need or want his misplaced humor, either. She peered down at herself and groaned noticing the wet material of her tee shirt revealed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Heat crawled up her neck into her cheeks. Her nipples were clearly visible and taut. She plucked the clinging material away from her breasts. “Do you have a towel or something?”
“Why, I like the view.”
Maggie felt a slow burn spread through her body when Matt’s eyes lingered on her breasts. His slow smile was sexy. His gaze revealed growing awareness. “Really?” She smiled in return, while quaking with unusual nervousness inside. “You’re not the one freezing.” It was a warm, sunny day.
Matt’s eyes shot back up to hers. “You’re cold? There’s a remedy for that.”
Maggie wondered what that meant. His hands went to the white shirt he was wearing. Suddenly buttons were flying everywhere when he ripped it open, exposing his masculine chest and washboard abdomen. She caught her breath and stepped back, coming into bruising contact with the side of the boat. “And what would that be?”
Thank God it was a bigger boat than hers or she might find herself treading water a second time. On second thought, the way Matt was staring at her, eating her up with his eyes, she might stand a better chance in the lake.
“Body heat.”
Oh! Instant desire erupted inside Maggie. Matt was appealing when he wasn’t being all serious and matter of fact. She recalled the body heat between them the other morning. How could she not? It had equaled nothing she’d ever experienced before. But here on the lake, in the open, did she dare give in to the hunger simmering between them? She cast a glance back to shore, chagrined to find she couldn’t even see her father. She looked back at Matt. The truth hit Maggie like a ton of bricks. It didn’t matter where they were. She wanted him. And the gleam in his devilish eyes said he was hungry for her, too. The longer they stood there, staring at each other, the stronger the urge became to tempt fate.
Still, Maggie wasn’t ready to give in so easily. She enjoyed the cat and- mouse game they were playing. She held out her hands as if to ward him off. “I’ll scream.” With pleasure, she didn’t add.
Matt paused long enough to look around. “Go ahead,” he said with a significant lifting of his brows.
The lake was suddenly empty of boaters, swimmers and anything else in their immediate vicinity. Matt whipped off his shirt and Maggie jumped at the unexpected action. “Why so jumpy?” He handed it to her. She clutched it to the front of her. He was close, too close for her peace of mind. Maggie held out her hand. “I hope we can be friends.” She tried not to smile, aware her comment was outrageous after what they’d shared.
“Friends?” His eyes gleamed like polished mahogany, holding hers captive for a long minute, before his gaze dropped to her hand. “I think we’re past that.” Ignoring her offer of a handshake,he gave a slight nod. Then his gaze moved past her, “I think we’d better retrieve your boat before it floats further away.”
She turned her head in the direction Matt indicated, seeing her father’s little canoe had floated quite a distance from them. While Matt started the engine she gratefully slipped into his shirt. She could smell the scent of him on it, accepting the welcoming warmth where his body had been only moments ago.
“Can you reach the towline?”
She glanced down at the rope trailing in the water and bent over the side to reach for it. It was farther than she thought. The rope remained just beyond her fingertips. She stretched as far as she could, until the muscles at the back of her legs tightened as she balanced on the very tips of her toes. Oh no! Her eyes rounded when her feet slipped on the deck and she felt herself going over the side headfirst...
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
He was...
...a son, brother, nephew, uncle, husband and father. And three days ago he committed suicide. At forty years old, he was the baby of a family of 10 siblings. And my daughter's uncle Donald. The family is numb and confused right now, as no one saw this coming. And as we go over the past month and the contact, or lack of with Donald, certain things are coming to light as we piece it together. Trying to make sense of why this happened. It's clear Donald planned his suicide for at least a month.
His five sisters and four brothers, including my daughter's father, are pretty spread out over Florida. And they all have families and lives of their own. But during the last month Donald slowly and carefully began to distance himself from his loved ones. He stopped calling the family members he was closest to. He was taking care of business.
I've spent the last two days with my daughter. I was married to her father for twenty years and when you're in a family that long, you divorce the person but you don't divorce the family. I saw Donald on my granddaughter's birthday in August and he was the same old joking redneck. Chewing tobacco, tattoos all over his body, bigger than life. Not a care in the world. There was nothing in his brown eyes to show me the pain he must have been in. Now I wish I'd looked longer, and deeper.
I've been asking myself over and over, why Donald? Why did you do it? I feel so sad that he felt he couldn't talk to one of us. That he felt he had to do this. I've never had to deal with suicide and this hit me harder than I can comprehend. Because it's so senseless. He left a note but there is so much still unanswered and never will be.
Donald, you're going to miss out on so much.
His five sisters and four brothers, including my daughter's father, are pretty spread out over Florida. And they all have families and lives of their own. But during the last month Donald slowly and carefully began to distance himself from his loved ones. He stopped calling the family members he was closest to. He was taking care of business.
I've spent the last two days with my daughter. I was married to her father for twenty years and when you're in a family that long, you divorce the person but you don't divorce the family. I saw Donald on my granddaughter's birthday in August and he was the same old joking redneck. Chewing tobacco, tattoos all over his body, bigger than life. Not a care in the world. There was nothing in his brown eyes to show me the pain he must have been in. Now I wish I'd looked longer, and deeper.
I've been asking myself over and over, why Donald? Why did you do it? I feel so sad that he felt he couldn't talk to one of us. That he felt he had to do this. I've never had to deal with suicide and this hit me harder than I can comprehend. Because it's so senseless. He left a note but there is so much still unanswered and never will be.
Donald, you're going to miss out on so much.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
This is for all you readers who might have missed it the first time around. If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine. Moi included!
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the center and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try t o steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
THURSDAY: Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes. He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY: I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY: Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the center and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try t o steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
THURSDAY: Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes. He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY: I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY: Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Awww...
Fall was just teasing us! We just had two beautiful days and now we have to face the heat again. Two mornings in a row I awoke to 65 degrees. The kind of mornings where I want to sit out on the porch, which we never use by the way, and sip that first cup of coffee. Enjoy the peace and quiet of the day, and watch as first one, and then another of the neighbor's lights come on.For those of you who don't live in Florida, 65 degrees is almost a cold snap! LOL And something we Floridians look eagerly forward to. Especially as the holidays creep closer. Gets us in the mood. Not like up north, where this picture was taken, where folks can watch the leaves changing colors on the trees before they become bare. Where the cool weather seems to grow colder every day until you see the first signs of snow.
I didn't get to drink coffee on the porch this morning but I did go out and vacuum it down. The cooler mornings prompted hubby into cleaning up out there, transplanting some plants into larger pots, trimming others. Course, he spilled a little dirt. It sure looks good now. Dad's thinking of coming back soon and it will be ready for him. It's his smoking room:)
Fall is my favorite time of year. Mainly because the weather turns cooler and with it comes my favorite holiday. Anyone recall what that is?
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