Thursday, December 31, 2015

As 2015 Comes to a Close, I'm Building an Ark!

Tomorrow, I'll be posting my review of Star Wars: The Force Awakens. But today is New Year's Eve, and to me, it's more a holiday than New Year's Day (I'm odd, I know). So, for those of you who aren't on Facebook, where I've already posted greetings....




















Here's hoping the rain stops, the flood waters recede, and everyone has a Happy New Year! 

Friday, December 25, 2015

Encore: Deck the Halls (Part Two)

Gag gifts have become a tradition in our family. I just bought Collin's yesterday.

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And a parrot in a pear tree.... 

Ooops! Now, where was I? Oh, yeah...Mom had a roll of TP under the tree and Dad was trying to explain a box of poop to Homeland Security. Well, not exactly.But he was a repeat offender. As a matter of fact, he chose one victim twice simply because she swore he'd never fool her again. 




The target was Cathy, a friend of mine from high school. After Poopapalooza 1, she tried and tried to find a way to exact her revenge--but a whoopee cushion in his truck just didn't quite equal Dad's prank. When she told him she'd never fall for it again, well, that was like throwing down the gauntlet. He looked for a way to trick her into opening the box for a second time, and she unwittingly gave him the solution when she commented on a local souvenir--an outhouse ashtray. (Yep, we're about as redneck as you can get without being Jeff Foxworthy's blood relative.) 

I was seven months pregnant with Collin at the time and had been visiting Cathy, her then-husband, Ralph, and their son Damien (no connection to the character in "The Omen"). Dad sent the ashtray to Cathy with a message I was to relate: he knew she liked it and was sending it as a peace offering. She was touched--until she opened the little outhouse and saw the tiny turd, standing straight up in the tiny potty. 


                           (Not exactly like the one he gave Cathy, but close enough.)

"I'm gonna kill that old man!" Cathy shrieked. (She didn't know it couldn't be done without a silver bullet.) 

I've got a lot of Christmases to cover, so please bear with me. Twelve days may not be enough.

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OK, it's not politically correct. I'm not politically correct. Stats say 80% of the U.S. is Christian. That means I'm in the majority, and last time I checked, majority rules. Even if it didn't, I'm a Christian and proud of it. 

I have a lot to apologize for, but that's not on the list. 

Christmas 2008: In Iraq, Santa was making the rounds wearing a bullet-proof vest and packin' heat. Who'd ever have thought Santa would have to travel with weapons? 




Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus--and he's armed and dangerous.Don't let him catch you being naughty. There's a stiff penalty for being naughty. 

In New Zealand in 2007, a bunch of drunken Santas invaded a cineplex. Drunken Santas? Wow...it's so hard to get good help these days. 




Normally, I try to be done with everything long before the Big Day because I detest crowds and insanity (except my own, of course), but yesterday, I not only ventured out into the last-minute chaos, I was oblivious to it. I had my trusty MP3 player with me, so all was well. 

Music really does soothe the savage beast. I'm living proof of that. 

First stop: the bank, to make a deposit before their early close at noon. We've been with the same bank for something like seventeen years, through numerous mergers and name changes. I've been there longer than most of the personnel. At the teller window (I don't think they call 'em teller cages anymore, though at times they probably should), Pat was smiling. She had good reason to smile: a holiday falling on a weekday. They get, if you'll pardon the expression, screwed on Sunday holidays. Not even a half day off.

Big smiles all around. 

"I'm going to get my turkey," I mentioned. 

She didn't miss a beat. "I thought he was at work," she deadpanned, referring to Collin, not the edible turkey awaiting me at Dierbergs' deli. 

I laughed like a looney tune. Couldn't help it. That was a good line. Wish I'd thought of it. 




We had a pre-fab (OK, pre-cooked) turkey. My son, then an aspiring chef, had no intention of preparing the Christmas dinner. (Did I mention this before? Or maybe I only mentioned it repeatedly to HIM.) He worked all week at the restaurant and had no interest in cooking on his one and only day off. So with our pre-cooked bird, instant sides and my aversion to cooking anything other than in a microwave, dinner was ready in a record 30 minutes. 

Hey, I have better things to do on Christmas Day than cook.

Merry Christmas, everyone!


Friday, December 18, 2015

Encore: Deck the Halls

This year, I'm running behind on a lot of things--writing, posting reviews, finishing the clearing of our storeroom, shopping for Christmas dinner.... Anyway, for the next few weeks, I'll be posting past Christmas blogs. Some of you probably have never seen them!

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I love Christmas. I love the big dinners and the music and the presents and the family all together for that one special day. Most of all I love the real reason for Christmas. I love knowing that 2000 years ago, God came to earth to live among us, to know us and to save us. I love thinking about what that first Christmas must have been like, and being able to see it so clearly in my own mind. 

I don't love so much of what Christmas has become: angry people on the roads and in the malls, pushing and shoving, jostling for position in the lines for the most popular gift items. I don't love crowds and high-pressured sales pitches and lazy bums who prefer to steal someone else's money and/or gifts instead of working for their own. 


I was at the mall just before Christmas a few years ago. It was funny, actually--as I went from one store to another, a young man attempted to charm his way to a sale: arms outstretched, big smile, big tube of very expensive lotion in hand in a bid to convince me I could not live without that lotion. Little did he know. I changed lanes, moving to the other side of the aisle, and that big smile instantly vanished. I can only imagine what I was called in that disappointing moment! 

Then there was the turkey who attempted to help himself to my cash. I felt his hand the minute it hit the zipper on my messenger bag. I came down hard on the trespassing hand. "If you want to keep that, buddy, you'd better take it back NOW." 

I think he had an accident, if you know what I mean. 

I don't love that there are some who want to celebrate Christmas even though they don't believe in God, in Jesus. And I'm not referring to religions other than Christianity. Our Jewish friends celebrate Hannukah. Our Muslim neighbors have their holy days. I don't know much about other religions, but I'm sure they have theirs as well. No...my gripe is with atheists, the real party poopers. They don't believe in God, don't believe that he came to live in our world as the infant Jesus, but they want the holiday anyway. They want to say the more politically correct "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas" so they can have all of the fun without belonging to the club. 



I wonder how they explain to their kids what they're celebrating? "Oh, we're celebrating Daddy being sober for a whole year!" 

I say to them, don't celebrate a holiday if you don't believe in it. Too bad, Mr. and Ms. Grinch. No presents for you. 

My cousin Jeff, who grew up with us, is a Jehovah's Witness. They don't celebrate holidays or birthdays. My father always said Jeff became a Witness not because he really believed in their doctrine, but because he was just plain cheap and didn't want to have to buy any gifts. Jeff bristled every year when we put up our Christmas tree. He thought we should give up our tree because HE didn't believe in it. He claimed we were worshipping the tree, of all things! Dad couldn't resist--when he'd see Jeff's truck pull up in front of the house, he told us to get down on our knees and bow to the tree when Dipstick came through the door. 



Mom complained that was a little hard on the knees. 

Christmas was always a big deal for Mom and Dad, and it's at this time of the year that I miss them most. (Dad's been gone 16 years now, and Mom 9.) They were always like a couple of kids in their unabashed enthusiasm. They'd spend weeks preparing, shopping for gifts and trying to hide them from us. We were never allowed to put the tree up until Christmas Eve, and it was always the same: we'd get some form of takeout so Mom wouldn't have to cook--she'd begin preparing our Christmas dinner that night and couldn't deal with TWO meals at once. We'd watch a rerun of A Christmas Carol on TV--always the 1938 black-and-white version. 

Once the tree was up and completely decorated, the gifts would start to appear from their hiding places. They would be placed under the tree and Dad would do a count to make sure everyone had an equal number of packages. There was never one gift per person, always at least 7 or 8, usually 10. 

I remember one year Mom was a package short. Dad quickly remedied the problem with cash. He didn't want her to know it was cash, of course, so he wrapped it around a roll of toilet paper. Mom knew it probably wasn't just TP--Dad was notorious for gag gifts. He could be very creative in his gift-giving. His Christmas tradition was a little weird: instead of a lump of coal, the unfortunate target of his ire would get a beautifully-wrapped box of poop. 

I kid you not. POOP. Usually of the canine variety. I remember one Christmas when I was in college, he actually mailed the poop to a friend who was living in Tennessee at the time. I held my breath until it was received, wondering what would happen if postal inspectors happened to open the darned thing! 

I miss those good old days. 

Collin and I are making new traditions, new memories. Collin has never been good at keeping a secret--it's like lying. He didn't get that gene, for which I am grateful. 

Trouble is, I will probably know every gift he's giving me BEFORE Christmas. The Christmas before Dad died, he wanted a self-propelling lawn mower. He had a bad heart (only in the physical sense) and was having trouble using his old mower. To haul it in Mom's Escort, we'd have to put the back seat down, so we left Collin, then 11 years old, with Dad while we went to get it. All of our plans to sneak the thing into the back yard to hide it were, as it turned out, unnecessary--Dad came to the front door when we arrived, grinning from ear to ear. I knew immediately that my darling son had ratted me out. 

I miss those days.

(Credits: cartoons are all from Dumpday.com)

Friday, December 11, 2015

MOVIE REVIEW: The Hunger Games--Mockingjay (Part 2)

Katniss is back, and there's gonna be trouble.


The latest--and final--installment of the Hunger Games series is decidedly darker than the previous films, but brings it to a satisfying conclusion. The story picks up where Part One left off--with Katniss (Jennifer Lawrence) recovering from an unexpected physical attack by Peeta (Josh Hutcherson), who was brainwashed while in captivity in the Capitol. Fueled by emotional pain and rage, Katniss no longer wants to just overthrow the ruthless President Snow (Donald Sutherland)--she's now determined to kill him. The leader of District 13, Alma Coin (Julianne Moore), refuses to allow her to join the rebel troops advancing on the Capitol, so Katniss sneaks aboard a supply craft headed there to support the impending invasion. When Coin discovers this, she opts to use Katniss for propaganda reasons. Katniss is no fool, and soon realizes she's being played by more than one player.

There's a hopelessness about the story, and several characters don't survive following Katniss on her quest for both revenge and freedom--but through it all, Katniss refuses to give up. No matter what Snow throws at her, she keeps moving forward, toward her objective. I'm not a fan of young adult fiction, dystopian or fantasy, but I've been hooked on this series from the start. Katniss' courage, borne out of her initial sacrifice to save her younger sister, Primrose, from becoming a "Tribute" in Snow's bloodthirsty Hunger Games, puts her in a class of rare young heroes that includes Luke Skywalker and Harry Potter. The character is well-developed and portrayed impressively by Lawrence.

There's also a love triangle, but it takes a back seat to the action. Both Peeta, now emerging from his brainwashing trauma, rediscovers his love for Katniss. Her childhood friend and partner in battle, Gale Hawthorne (Liam Hemsworth) also loves her. It's the sudden end of Katniss' relationship with Gale than I found the most frustrating part of the movie. Though there was an explanation--involving an attack on Snow's mansion that resulted in the deaths of children used as human shields (including Primrose Everdeen)--it just fell flat and seemed contrived.

When Snow's rule is overthrown and Coin assumes the role of president of Panem, Katniss is rewarded by Coin with the right to execute Snow. Katniss, however, has discovered there's a much bigger threat to Panem on the horizon than the ill and aging Snow. She makes a quick decision to eradicate that threat before it can take hold and leaves Snow's fate to an angry mob.  

Plutarch (the late Philip Seymour Hoffman) is not at all surprised by Katniss' action. In a letter to her at the end of the movie, he tells her she's never disappointed him....

 

Friday, December 4, 2015

We Can't Have It Both Ways....

This was the cover of the New York Daily News yesterday. It was a response to people, to elected officials, who automatically tweet "thoughts and prayers" for the victims of mass killings. In most cases, they're just words. No real feeling behind them, no real prayers. Maybe that's why the "prayers" don't get answers. Or maybe God is silent because for the most part, our country has turned its back on Him....










Friday, November 27, 2015

"As God is My Witness, I Thought Turkeys Could Fly!"

Collin's had to work on Thanksgiving the past few years, so our holiday observance has consisted of either a meal he brings home from work (he works at a restaurant) or a meal like the one we had yesterday--a three-pound turkey breast cooked in a crock pot, Stove Top stuffing, and sides made in the microwave. We're thankful...that he doesn't have to work the night shift!

One of our holiday traditions--one of the few we've been able to maintain--is watching WKRP in Cincinnati's Thanksgiving episode "Turkeys Away." It's one of the funniest sitcom episodes we've ever seen. If you've seen it, you know that already. If you haven't, take a look here....

 
Last night, we started talking about what might have happened if that episode had been made today, and how social media might have been an influence.... 


Multiple videos of the massacre might have been posted on You Tube, some of which would have been set to music.


There would have been a crowd on that Cincinnati mall parking lot, taking photos and videos with their smartphones....

Can't believe what I witnessed at the mall today. Shopping online from now on! 

I'll never eat turkey again.... 

Did William Kendall have anything to do with this? I heard he got suspended from Facebook again.

Oops! Disregard that last one.

And I can only imagine the Tweets....

Some idiot is dropping live turkeys out of a helicopter! #TurkeysCan'tFly

Is this maybe a new Syfy Channel Movie? #Turkeynado

I think I saw Ian Ziering with a chainsaw.... #Turkeynado 

We're running for our lives! The surviving turkeys are after us! #WhenTurkeysAttack

My kids thought we were going to see Santa. Off to the therapist. #WhenTurkeysAttack

 

 
Dr. Johnny Fever would have moved to Colorado, once pot became legal there!

Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. Clearly, even with Collin having to work, we still had way too much time on our hands!

 

Friday, November 20, 2015

Friday the 13th, Black Cats, Bait and Switch and Murphy's Law

It all started on Friday the 13th.


I ordered a new winter coat for Collin, an early Christmas gift, via Amazon. I now call him Black Cat because the coat, made by the Caterpillar company, is black and has the word "CAT" printed on the front (see photo). He ordered a big screen TV for me. The worse my eyesight gets, the bigger the screen I need, even in our small living room (also see photo).

The coat arrived late but in perfect condition. Fortunately, it came before the temperatures really dropped. The TV arrived late on Friday--with a cracked screen. (Where are those crying emojis when I need them?) Collin contacted Amazon. They immediately shipped a replacement, which was scheduled to be delivered on Tuesday, and instructed Collin to print the return shipping label they provided so they would be charged for it when UPS picked it up.


But it didn't end there.

Since the new TV was due to be delivered on Tuesday, and Collin was off work Monday and Tuesday, we decided to go get my new glasses on Monday--even though it rained (a downpour) all day. A new optical store had recently opened nearby. They advertised an eye exam and two pairs of glasses for $69.95. Good deal, huh? I thought so. I'd gotten my current glasses from another of their shops and was very happy with them. I got the exam, chose my frames, and the glasses were ready in an hour...for the advertised price.

Not this time.

I chose the frames while waiting for the eye exam. The exam went well, though the optometrist told me the best she could give me vision-wise would be 20/35 because I have cataracts. I could live with that. I've gotten used to blurry vision. I do all of my reading on my Kindles (I have three, plus two other tablets) because they'll read to me. I'm home 90% of the time, since I'm not supposed to go out alone. How much trouble can I get into, parked on the couch in front of my big-screen TV?
   
The woman who completed the order for my glasses was quite pleasant. Her sister wants to be a writer. I recommended my publisher. She explained each of the add-ons, which she said would be included in the price. This surprised me, because my current glasses are as bare-bones as it gets. Finally, she finished and said, "Give me a minute to get your total."

Total? Uh-oh. Red flag. Danger, Will Robinson!

She was back in minutes. The total, she said, was over $200.00--I don't remember the exact amount. I think I was having a minor stroke and blacked out for a minute. I explained that I had requested the $69.95 special. She tried to explain why I needed the add-ons while I mentally tried to figure out how this could be when she'd said they were included in the package price.

She removed one add-on, which brought down the price a little. "No," I said quietly, not raising my voice.

Reluctantly, she removed another. Still not $69.95. "No," I said again.

More add-ons were removed, but the price was still not the price that was advertised. "No."

She explained she'd have to talk to the optometrist before she could remove anything more. I told her the doctor would have to approve it, because I was only paying $69.95. She went off to talk to the doctor.

When she returned, she said one item had to remain because it was required by law. Really? How could they advertise glasses for $69.95 if this extra was required by law? I made it clear that I would only pay $69.95. She talked to her supervisor, who said she would discount the extra $45, bringing the price to--you guessed it--$69.95.

By this time, it was almost 1:00 and Collin and I were so hungry, I was on the verge of Hulking out. (I'm pretty unpleasant to be around when my blood sugar drops.) We stopped at Penn Station for lunch and headed home without stopping to pick up Collin's paycheck, what had been part of the plan for the day.

   
We got home to find a notice on our door. FedEx had tried to deliver the replacement TV. Great. What else was going to go wrong? Amazon doesn't require signatures for delivery of packages, so I decided it was best that he hadn't left it, especially in the heavy rain. I'd already made it clear to Amazon that I was not buying gifts for my neighbors, so if anything came up missing, we would expect a replacement or a full refund.

Collin read the notice carefully and discovered the driver had left the TV at the leasing office. He took our little hand truck and went off to get it. In no time, he had it unpacked, the stand attached, and ready to be turned on.

That was when we realized we didn't have a table big enough to accommodate it--well, except for our dining room table which would not only look pretty silly in our living room, but would have prevented us from opening the front door....




Friday, November 13, 2015

Okay, So It's NOT Christmas...Yet!

Collin and I are going to have an exceptionally good Christmas this year. I started my shopping early, since I got my first Social Security check and a healthy royalty check in the same week last month. I expect to finish my end of things early next week. I doubt Collin will be very far behind.

We did decide, out of necessity, that we would each get one of our gifts early. Collin needs a new winter coat, and I have a feeling that, even though the fall weather has been mild so far, he'll need it before Christmas morning. I found a great deal on a coat I knew he'd love. It's water-resistant, wind-resistant, and will keep him warm even in the lowest temperatures (the customer review from the guy in Norway convinced me of that).

It arrived yesterday. He wore it to work today. See?


I get my early gift today--because he's at work and it's due to be delivered at any time now. He got me a big-screen Roku TV. The worse my eyesight gets, the larger a screen I need, even in our small living room. I love streaming--I binge-watch a lot (last weekend, it was The Librarians), so a Roku TV is the perfect choice.

I can't wait--even though it's going to mean doing some furniture rearranging tonight!


PS For the next five days, the ebook edition of The Unicorn's Daughter will be on sale at Amazon. If you haven't yet read it but would like to, now's the best time to buy it!




Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Parents, Please Send Your Children to Obedience School!

That one's gonna get me into trouble, I think.


Not too long ago, there was a story that made the national news--the owner of a restaurant in Portland, Maine got enough of a screaming child and, when the parents didn't do anything about it, she sounded off at the child. The kid finally shut up. By all accounts, that was a huge relief to the restaurant staff and other diners. But opinions on social media were divided. Some applauded the owner for taking action. Some said no matter what, she was out of line for yelling at a child under any circumstances.

Me? I'm on the owner's side.

It may take a village, but when it comes to putting up with other people's unruly kids, I prefer the hermit lifestyle to being part of the village. I've had to deal with unsupervised kids here in our apartment complex, with parents who not only don't discipline their kids but encourage bad behavior. Even after the police were recently called, the kids are still a problem. 

I've been in restaurants where loud, disruptive children caused other diners (myself included) to get up and leave without eating. I've been in a situation where some kid tried to take things, including food, off our table and the parents still did nothing. Of course that's going to make restaurant owners and managers angry, too. They don't want to lose business because somebody chooses to let their kids run wild. 

This establishment in England has the right idea. (Okay, they went for a humorous response, but the message is clear!)

 
If I had behaved so badly when I was a child, Mom and Dad would have immediately taken me home. When Collin was little, he was always well-behaved in public. Well, almost always. There was one tantrum--it lasted all of a minute. Had he been a problem child, though, we would have been getting our food to go. 

Tell me what you think. Should unruly children be allowed to ruin restaurant meals, movies, etc. for others, or should proprietors be allowed to make the parents take their kids and leave? 

 

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Happy Halloween!

It's that time of year again. Party, eat too much candy, and then get an extra hour of sleep when you set your clocks back. You're going to need it!

Trick or Treat!!! 




Thursday, October 29, 2015

She's 50? She Doesn't Look a Day Over 40!

An important resident of my hometown had a birthday yesterday. The Gateway Arch is now 50 years old!


She looks great for 50--polished, slim, a lady who commands attention--and to my knowledge, she's never had a facelift. At least not until now. There's some major work going on at the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial, not expected to be completed until 2017. The place is a mess, actually, hardly a suitable place to celebrate the great lady's golden anniversary. But celebrate we did. I'm just sorry Collin had to work yesterday, making us miss out on those Arch cupcakes!

Like most grande dames, the Gateway Arch has a bit of a checkered past. Her story starts decades before the final piece was inserted into her magnificent form on the morning of October 28, 1965. It starts in 1933, with then-Mayor Bernard Dickmann, a New Deal Democrat, and Republican lawyer Luther Ely Smith. The country, St. Louis included, was emerging from the Great Depression. When city leaders were planning their pitch for some federal money, Smith pushed Dickmann to dedicate a potential riverfront project to Thomas Jefferson, to give the proposal a national element. It worked, and the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial, then known as Jenny Mae, was born.

But there was a catch.There's always a catch, especially when government money is involved.

President Franklin D. Roosevelt would approve the funding requested--but only if city residents approved a $7.5 million bond issue. On September 10, 1935, it was approved with a 71% yes vote in an unusually high voter turnout. It seemed a miracle had taken place in St. Louis, and a large number of the dead had risen from their graves to vote for it! In spite of protests from New Deal critics, FDR awarded the project $6.7 million from his Public Works Administration. Thirty-seven city blocks were demolished with little regard for history--only the Old Courthouse and the Old Cathedral escaped demolition.

The project came to a screeching halt on December 7, 1941, when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor and  the US officially entered World War II. It didn't resume until the final months of the war, when the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial Association announced a design competition. They were looking for something bold and dramatic, not "just another statue." Among the entrants were were Eliel Saarinen, a Detroit architect, and his lesser known son, Eero. Eero Saarinen proposed a towering arch. It was chosen by a unanimous vote, but when the design was announced, not everyone was thrilled by it. There were jokes, most notably one about a giant croquet wicket.


President Harry S. Truman dedicated the site in June 1950--and two weeks later, the Korean War began. Once again, the riverfront project was on hold.

After numerous setbacks and budget issues, the excavation for the Arch got underway in 1961. When it was finally completed in 1963, Eero Saarinen wasn't there to see his design become a reality. He'd passed away in 1961. The Arch itself had a final price tag of $11.4 million, $56 million for the whole park. It wasn't a bad price to pay for a landmark now recognized around the world--and to secure St. Louis as the Gateway to the West.


Monday, October 26, 2015

You Deserve A Break(fast) Today. Too Bad You Still Have To Get Up Early For It!

When McDonald's announced they would be serving breakfast all day starting October 6th, Collin and I were happy. We like having breakfast at our local McD's--we just don't like getting up early on his rare days off to get it. He's supposed to have two days off--Mondays and Tuesdays--but if a holiday falls on either of those days, he's lucky to have one day off. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, Independence Day, he's never home for any of them. I still can't believe he was scheduled to work on Columbus Day--a Monday, when he should have been off. Would they really be that busy? Who plans a family get-together at a restaurant to celebrate Columbus Day?

As if that weren't bad enough, he got a call from the restaurant, wanting him to come in last Monday. He didn't get the message because his phone is turned off when he's sleeping. I knew about it because they also called my number. I didn't answer. We had plans, and they didn't include Collin having to work.

But I'm getting off topic here.

We were looking forward to being able to sleep in on his days off and being able to enjoy our favorite breakfast menu items...until the announcement came that the all-day breakfast menu would only be a limited menu, consisting of the "most popular" items. That meant Egg McMuffins, biscuit sandwiches, breakfast burritos...no biscuits and gravy, McGriddles or steak and egg bagels.



None of the things we love.

I saw  a story on the evening news about how franchisees and employees have been complaining about the expanded menu, saying it was too much work. They claimed to be losing money because customers were ordering the cheap breakfast items over the pricier sandwiches.

Well, who decided to only add the cheap breakfast menu items?

Now, it's been announced that the company saw a huge jump in profits for the most recent quarter, and they're giving all the credit to the all-day breakfast. They made that much money in just a couple of weeks?

Wow....


Thursday, October 22, 2015

And Now a Word from Our Sponsor....

I'm behind on posting again, I know. Good thing I'm not doing this for a living. I would have been fired by now.

I have a nasty case of Kindle elbow. It's like tennis elbow, only it's caused by holding a Kindle for long periods of time. It gets all puffy and painful and makes me whine a lot. Not a pretty thing to witness--just ask Collin. But it's improving, so I hope to be back here posting by Monday. One of these days, I might actually maintain a regular blogging schedule!

For now, however, I want to let everyone know that Chasing the Wind is current on sale at Amazon (ebook only--I don't think Creativia ever runs sales on the paperback editions). If you haven't already read it and would like to, it's $.99 now through October 21st.









Saturday, October 17, 2015

Do You Follow Your Favorite Authors on Amazon? If Not, Why Not?

It's a good way to be notified of their new releases. I follow all of my favorites!


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