Happy St. Patrick’s Day

neuvo megTwisted Sister Dale always sends me a St Patrick’s Day card, complete with little plastic shamrocks. She doesn’t know how much I look forward to what she has handwritten or finding those shamrocks days, weeks, months later from where those little buggers flew when I opened her card! (Probably should move the furniture more often but there are so many more wonderful things to do than that!)
Don and I started doing a ‘traditional’ St Patrick’s Day dinner–corned beef, cabbage, Irish soda bread and Guinness. Irish coffee may be on the menu too if I can find my Irish whiskey.
Do you do anything special for today?
Sham Rocking Rocky

Happy Birthday, Don!

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Today is Don’s birthday! He has all those “wonderful” attributes that are found on mushy greeting cards. Romantic, tender-hearted, loyal, hard-working, loving, adventurous, twisted. Don in Coz

I’m amazed that he survived childhood. He tested his parents’ patience to the max. I thank his mother every year for raising a fine son even though he pulled horrible stunts. If that willow tree we planted upside down could talk about all the switches it provided. :-)
Don at 3~

Happy Birthday, My Love! These are the best times of our lives.
Don & Me 11.21.98

I’m Blessed

neuvo megToday is my father’s birthdate. He would have been 95. I’m so lucky to have had a wonderful father.
Happy Birthday, Daddy!


I Would Marry You Again

neuvo megHappy Anniversary, Don.
The years have flown by, although when times were rough they crawled. Like the seasons during a year, our marriage has evolved. From the Cinderella lies that filled my head during the teen years, I learned there is no HEA–after I said, “I do.” Graduating from the school of hard knocks with diploma in bruised heart, there is no sunshine minor, I learned to be guarded with those who came into my life.
Don & Me 11.21.98
When we decided to join our lives together (and kids) I was filled with a nauseous trepidation and wide-eyed determination. I saw something special in you. You let me know everyday that I’m special.

I have grown so much as a person because of you. You have made me strong. I have experienced a life I never would have known without you. From learning to be an excellent shot to racing a dirt track car to adventuring in foreign countries. You’ve given me the confidence I lacked.

Each day with you is different and wonderful because of the surprises you bring me. God brought us together and has blessed us beyond measure.

Happy Anniversary!

Look! Up in the sky!

Yesterday we posted this picture of Bob back in the day doing SPIE Rigging with 4th Force Recon. That photo doesn’t show a lot, though I think you get the idea that it was fun.

Bob, on left.

Bob, on left.

SPIE stands for Special Patrol Insertion and Extraction. It’s used for getting people in and out of areas where helicopters can’t land, with the troops rigged to this super-heavy-duty line, where they dangle until they’re inserted on the ground. When they’re extracted, the helo flies to a safe landing zone and then takes them on board.

Here’s the view from below:

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He got to do all sorts of cool stuff in the Navy — skydive, scuba dive, go to sea on big ships, fly in all kind of aircraft, shoot neat guns, etc.

All *I* ever wanted to do was drive a tank. Every time we were onboard Camp Lejeune and we passed the “tank crossing” signs, I really wanted to take one of those babies for a spin. You think the idiot drivers wouldn’t get out of my way then? Tick me off in a tank, and I will drive over you. I will leave you flattened on the road, and depending on what you did to tick me off in the first place, I might even fire my big guns at you.


Maybe that explains why the Marine Corps wouldn’t give me the keys.






Sometimes Insects Bug Me

neuvo megThis weekend was full of those little biting buggers! I think the high water has driven them crazy, or I’m just a delicious person. The Bluff has been inundated by giant mosquitos–after they take their fill, they’re too heavy to fly. Don stepped on one and a quarter size pool of blood appeared.

On Saturday, I was bitten by the same scorpion twice! That’s what happens when I don’t thoroughly! shake out my work shirt. Should have visually checked out the sleeves. Very strange to feel the poison go through my arm. I’m not wanting to repeat it.

Sunday as Don and I were removing an antique seeder from our neighbors pasture, I was stung on the wrist by an angry yellow jacket. I was angry too and I’m bigger and meaner. Smashed that sucker between my gloved fingers. What was not so funny, I was stung in the tiny bit of exposed skin between my gloves and shirt. I’m happy to report that none of those jackets lived. There were no more nests, nor snakes.

After Don got home with the antique tandem plow out of the same pasture, I was going through the loose disks and got stung by fire ants. Same arm just above the yellow jacket sting and below the scorpion stings.

Yeah, this weekend was a real bugger!

Happy Birthday to The Queen!

Today is a special day for the Twisted Sisters! It is Marilyn’s birthday. She’s changed so many lives, including mine.

Happy Birthday, Marilyn! You are the queen of everything!


Euphoria and Hair-Pulling

mjp-jpg23Every few months I rediscover two things about writing: the hair-pulling, what-the-heck-am-I-doing?, this-is-never-going-to-work and, eventually, thank you, God, the euphoria. I love it when a plan comes together! (Anyone remember what TV show that line is from?)

This most recent time the hair-pulling came on the fourth book of the Tallgrass story. To sell the book, I have to submit a partial — a chapter and an outline — to my publisher, so I started, as I always do, with the chapter. Lucy, Joe, and Ben were cooperating, but there just wasn’t any chemistry, no spark or wit or anything that would make the reader read on.

Let me say, I am notoriously wary of first chapters. There is the occasion where the chapter just flows from the first sentence, but that’s even rarer than me turning down chocolate. Usually it’s a struggle.  One time, when I was young and foolish, I kept track of how many times I began the first chapter of Somebody’s Baby. The total count was in the 30s, though thankfully I’ve forgotten exactly. There’s usually at least five false starts per book, ranging anywhere from a few paragraphs to twenty or more pages. Each.

So, anyhoo, I was plodding along on Lucy’s first chapter, my word count dwindling every day. I finally pushed away from the computer, well aware that the shrinking wordage meant I didn’t have the right beginning.

That night, while getting ready for bed, an idea came to me. I let it cure while I slept. (Most people let their ideas percolate. I’m not a coffee-drinker, but I do know enough about curing cement to get myself ankle-deep in trouble.)

The next morning I went to the computer and wrote 2500 words in 2 1/2 hours.

That was the euphoria. That’s why I write.

God, I love this job!

(Anyone know what movie that line is from?)

A Christmas to Remember — Cover Reveal!!

I’m really excited about my next release. It’s a Tallgrass novella featuring Ilena Gomez and her new love, Dr. Jared Connors, and it takes place at Christmas. It’s called A Family for Christmas, and that’s exactly what Jared gets after he meets an adorable elf and her baby elf.

The book releases on 03 December of this year — just three months and one day away. Yay! It will be available only electronically, and the other authors include Jill Shalvis, Molly Cannon, Hope Ramsay, and Kristen Ashley.

Being such a helpful person, I’m including the links to preorder it. We all know I suck at putting links in the cool way, so here they are:

Amazon – http://amzn.to/1dWZwBD

Barnes and Noble – http://bit.ly/1cnGbYC

iTunes – http://bit.ly/14JSNb5

And here’s the cover. Doesn’t it make you long for a little snow outside, a blazing fire inside, a cup of hot cocoa, and your Kindle?


Road Trip Ready

neuvo megBack in May, I was attacked by a suicidal doe. Three weeks and $8500 later, I got my car back all shiny and newish. I have to admit that I’ve been a bit tentative when driving the country roads. I don’t like tentative. I don’t like being leery. I don’t like slow. Unbeknownst to me, Don ordered a brush guard-grille guard–bull bar–whatever name you want to call it.I call it Deerslayer. Now I feel much better commencing the treks down our country lanes.

Rav Wreck (1) Rav Road ready