Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
“I came to see . . . I was worried that . . . I thought maybe . . .” He winced, realising how pathetic he sounded. He leaned down to pluck a tiny purple flower from the grass and snapped the bloom between his fingers.
“That’s right,” she said. Her eyes glittered with anger. “I’m askin’ ye to be the man ye were. The man ye are now isna worth a pot to piss in. Ye dinna speak of anythin’ worthwhile, ye dinna laugh, ye dinna do anythin’! Ye’re dull as a stone!” She shoved him hard again. This time he tripped back, then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, holding it in place.
And she bit him. He yelped and stepped back, rubbing his lower lip.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
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Monday, November 26, 2012
One holiday down and another to go:-) Started wrapping presents this weekend and will finish up when the stuff I ordered on Black Friday arrives. I had a great Thanksgiving with my husband, son and in-laws. Man, my in-laws sure know how to do Thanksgiving dinner! We were stuffed and happy when we left there...and they sent us home with leftovers which was awesome. But as much as I enjoyed the food it was the quality time with my loved ones that I enjoyed the most.
How was your holiday?
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Moving onto other things I'm thankful for...
This is hard for me because I'd really like to break it down and go into detail about everything, but in an effort to keep this post fairly short I'll just say that I am thankful for my life in general. Thankful that I have a job, a home, friends, family & loved ones. Thankful that there are men and women who risk their lives everyday for my freedom. Thankful that I live in a country where I have the ability to wear what I want, say what I want, and write what I want. Thankful that I have found something I thoroughly enjoy doing and thankful that I have readers who are as awesome as all of you are!
So with that I am going to end my post and wish you all a safe, blessed and wonderful Thanksgiving! I hope you take the time today to reflect on the things you are thankful for and enjoy being with your friends and loved ones.
Monday, November 19, 2012
November has arrived (obviously, lol) and with that brings the start of the holiday season. I absolutely adore the holidays—even with all the chaos that comes with it. Luckily I get to avoid the stress of holiday travel because all of my loved ones are within a half hour of where I live :-) Seriously though, I’ve been seeing a lot of people do this “30 Days of Thanks” thing on Facebook and Twitter and I think it’s a really great and fun idea. I’m a little late to the party, but here goes. This first post is dedicated to my family.
My husband: Gosh, where to begin? He is truly one amazing man. I have so much admiration for him and I feel so blessed to have him in my life. He works so hard to provide for our little family (a lot harder than any other man I know) and I appreciate all that he does. But I think the best part of our relationship is that even though we love each other we are also best friends. We were friends for about eight months before we started dating, and I think it’s that foundation of friendship that keeps us going strong and respectful of each other.
My son: I don’t think anyone can truly understand the wonderful blessing of a child until you have one of your own (not necessarily giving birth to a child but to care for one and nurture them as they grow into adults). My son is the greatest gift I have ever received. He makes me laugh and smile everyday and also warms my heart with the little things he does that are so darn precious. I just love that kid so much!
My mother: She is my confidant and my rock. I literally would not survive if she were not a part of my life. When I’m feeling down and need someone to lean on, she’s always there. I can count on her for anything and I feel so blessed to have her for my mother.
My mother-in-law & father-in-law: I honest to God have the BEST in-laws anyone could ask for. My mother-in-law is seriously one of my best friends. If ever need anything I can always turn to her for support and advice. She is also one great shopping companion! That woman has the best sense of style and I’d like to thank her for helping me evolve into a more stylish person :-) And my father-in-law can always be counted on for advice—whether it be on how to fix something or how to handle a situation. I love them both very much.
My sister-in-law: She’s just great :-) I really enjoy the time we get to spend together and she is an amazing baker/cook. She and my mother-in-law are the ones who got me into cake decorating and going to those classes with them was so much fun!
My Aunt Jan, Uncle Floyd and Cousin Kristi: They are seriously my second family. I’ve always thought of my Aunt Jan & Uncle Floyd as second parents and my cousin Kristi as a sister. I love them all very much and can count on them for anything!
My maternal grandmother and uncle: Both very caring and wonderful people! I always favored my grandmother growing up because she never lied to me or gave me the “G” version of things, LOL. Growing up my favorite movie was Steel Magnolias and at my young age I didn’t understand everything in that movie. So of course I asked my grandmother and she graciously answered my questions. A few years ago I was telling this story to my mother and the look on her face was priceless when I told her about one specific question I asked and the answer my grandmother gave me. Too funny :-)
My paternal grandparents: They are the most down-home, country type people I know. They’ve been through so much the past few years—both dealing with various cancers and my grandmother having a double mastectomy earlier this year. They are survivors for sure and I’m so thankful to still have them around after all they’ve been through.
My brother: Even though we don’t talk much now and really haven’t since we grew into adults, I am thankful that he was a part of my life growing up. I don’t think I would have had the same childhood had he not been around.
My father: I am thankful that he is a part of my life and for doing the little things he could throughout the years. He’s been through so much these past few years and I hope that one day things will turn around for him and he won’t have so much on his shoulders.
That’s where I’m going to stop for today :-) I have a very, very large family (it would take me forever to say something about each and every one of them!) and I am honestly thankful to have all of them in my life.
Who are some of the people you are most thankful for?
Friday, November 16, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
I just adore this time of year when the leaves change colors and the weather cools down. Along with the change of scenery, I also really enjoy the holiday season. I come from a divorced family so the holidays have always been a bit of a challenge--but I think we've finally got things down to a science:-) When my husband and I first started dating we'd go to my dad's house first, then my husband's parents' house, and then round off the day at my mom's. Talk about stuffed! Luckily my mother is very lenient and for the past few years has offered to host her Thanksgiving dinner the weekend before the actual holiday. So that's what we'll be doing this weekend:-) The dinner is held at my grandmother's house and she always makes a Turkey with dumplings (the flat kind, not the biscuit) and that is my favorite part of the meal. We also have mashed potatoes and gravy, greens, regular stuffing and oyster stuffing, sweet potatoes and then finish off with dessert of pumpkin pie or apple pie. After dinner we always just sit around, chat, and watch a movie--ya know, since our bellies are so full:-) And my wonderful grandmother always sends us home with leftovers so we don't have to worry with making dinner the next night. Love her!
So that's what I'll be doing this weekend. What are some of your holiday traditions?
Monday, November 12, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
She's Got Her Eyes on the Prize...
Please enjoy this excerpt from Just a Cowboy and His Baby:
Evil shot from his dark eyes. The air around him crackled when he raised his head and
glared at her. He’d been bred, born, and raised for that night and she didn’t have a chance
against his wiles. He was bigger than she was and he knew it. He was meaner and he’d
Gemma O’Donnell didn’t give a damn how big or how mean he was. She
intended to be in control from the minute she mounted him. The message from the set
of his head and unwavering stare said that she was an idiot not to shake in her cowgirl
boots. She glared right back, her dark green eyes meeting his near black ones and locking
through the metal bars separating them.
She hiked a leg up to the first rung on the chute, and two hands circled her waist
from behind to help her. Her heart slipped in an extra beat at the cowboy’s big hands
touching her, but she attributed it to nerves. She glanced over her shoulder into the
sexiest brown eyes she’d ever seen, all dreamy and soft with heavy dark lashes.
“Thanks,” she said.
“My pleasure. Go get ’em, darlin’.” His voice went with the rest of the package:
a deep Texas drawl that sounded like it should have been singing country songs in
Nashville, not riding wild broncs on the PRCA Million Dollar Rodeo Tour.
Dammit, Trace Coleman. You pulled a slick one, but it’s not going to work. You
are not going to throw me off my game, she thought as she slung a leg over the top and
locked eyes with the wild creature again. She had a horse to ride and even though his coat
was as white as the driven snow, the look in his black eyes said that he could run Lucifer
some serious competition when it came to meanness.
His name was Smokin’ Joe and he was a rodeo legend. Cowboys said that he
could see right into the soul of a rider and could feel the fear he’d struck in their hearts.
Well, Gemma wasn’t afraid of Smokin’-damn-Joe. He wasn’t a bit meaner than the bronc
out on Rye’s ranch that she’d trained on, and she’d shown him who was boss. Smokin’
Joe was just the next bronc in a long line, so he could take his evil glare and suck it up.
Tonight she was the boss. She didn’t care if the other riders had made bets about how
quickly into the ride he’d throw her off into the dust. She’d show them all, cowboys and
bronc alike, that a cowgirl had come to town.
She had two options.
Number one: Stay on his back for eight seconds and show him she was the boss.
Number two: Wreck.
There was no in between, and “almost” did not count. Gemma didn’t allow
herself to think the word wreck, not even when the almighty Trace Coleman produced
a smile that would part the clouds. He was well over six feet tall, dark haired, and light
brown eyes. She’d done her homework on all the cowboys. She knew most of them
personally from the rodeo rounds, but she’d only known Trace by picture and reputation.
Both of which intrigued her to no end. When she’d seen him in action in San Antonio, the
heat level of the whole great state of Texas jacked up twenty more degrees. His swagger,
his broad chest, and his body had said that Gemma was in deep trouble. But it was that
deep sexy Texas drawl that brought on images of tangled sheets, lots and lots of heat, and
a warm oozy feeling called an afterglow flitting through her mind.
Trace might have just meant to be charming and helpful, holding his hand out
to assist her in climbing the chute, but Gemma wasn’t buying his brand of bullshit. He
wasn’t stupid, and the twinkle in his eye said he knew exactly how his touch affected
a woman. Besides, his gaggle of rodeo groupies were proof positive of that. In San
Antonio, Austin, Redding, and Reno, Gemma had seen them circling him like a chocolate
addict set loose with free rein in a candy store. Oh, yes, without a single doubt Trace
knew how to turn a woman’s mind to mush, and she’d lay dollars to horse apples that he
played it to the nth degree.
Just like Smokin’ Joe, Trace Coleman had met his match. Gemma intended to
win that big shiny belt buckle in Las Vegas come December and leave Trace Coleman
along with his scanty-dressed groupies in a cloud of dust. She had a big construction-
paper lucky horseshoe tacked to the door of her travel trailer, and every time she won,
she rewarded herself by pasting a small shamrock on it. After the final ride, it would be
matted and framed and hung in her beauty shop, and all the cowboys who’d given her a
hard time could crawl up under a mesquite bush and lick their wounds.
Any other time and any other place she might have flirted with Trace. Cowboys
were definitely her thing, and he sent out vibes that dug deep into her gut. But this was
the rodeo circuit. For the next six months, Gemma O’Donnell had her job cut out for her
and there was no room for Trace or any other cowboy.
Damn his sorry old hide, anyway! He was the top-seeded contestant in the tour
and ten thousand dollars ahead of her. Staying on Smokin’ Joe’s back a full eight seconds
could knock Trace off that pedestal in a tailspin—if thinking about his dreamy eyes
didn’t ruin her score. She took a deep breath and put him out of her mind. If he thought
his cute little grin and deep voice could mess her up, then he could smear ketchup on his
chaps and eat them for supper. And slap a little taco sauce on his spurs and have them for