Reminder: All of These Republican Candidates Are Horrible I saw this article posted on a Facebook wall this morning, clicked, and found myself nodding in agreement almost immediately. See, I didn't watch the entire GOP debate last night. I was too busy channeling my inner Van Gogh at Wine and Canvas (ear still intact, thank you very much!). I only caught the last part of it as I got ready for bed. I don't feel that I missed much at all, though. Thanks 24 hour news on almost every channel.... First though, let me say that I am more of an independent who agrees with a lot of Democratic policies. I did vote for President Obama in both elections, and I am fine with my vote. Did he do everything he said he would? Of course not! Do any of them? NO. Politicians make promises during the campaign that they try to push through, but cannot for whatever reason. Partisan politics, whiny senators who go out of their way to block ...
I get this question a lot it seems, and I'm not sure why. What is is about romance novels that make those who do not read them, question me as to why I read them? Is it because they contain *gasp* sex? they whisper. Am I trying to escape from something? they ask knowingly. No, actually I'm not, thanks. Are they serious? These lovely people cannot fathom why I want to read "smut". It's as if they don't consider it literature, and so I quickly tell them that many, if not most romance novels are very well written, and the stories are full of romance, angst, history, fabulous plot lines, and yes, sex. That always gets an eyebrow raise! Usually these conversations are funny, and it ends with me recommending an author for them to start out with if they're interesting in taking the plunge. I have no idea if they actually read the book I recommend, but I've done my part for the good of the genre. I remember when I first began getting...
...my baby girl Caris was born. Many of you know the struggles we went through to have a baby. I was practically into my seventh month of pregnancy before I dared to buy anything for her for fear of jinxing everything. Her birth is a blur for me, as I was very sick and sadly don’t remember much from that time. The prominent memories are those of worry because she was so tiny, and that she wasn’t warm enough, or eating enough. I was worried about the heart murmur that kept her from being immediately released, and most of all, I was scared to death that I wouldn't know what to do when we got her home. That notion was tested a few times in the middle of the next several nights, but lo and behold, she has made it to two years without too many issues. Experienced moms will tell you all those thoughts are normal and will never cease, and indeed today I am still worried about those same things. However, now I’ve added her falling down the baseme...
I said I wasn't going to post or blog about it, and I'm not. This could be about any situation. I love being purposely vague!
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