Talking To Oneself On Deadline
You know you are in Deadline Hell when you say, OUT LOUD, to yourself, “Do you want to wash your hair today, Cathy?”
And you answer, OUT LOUD, to yourself, “Nah. Not today.”
Sigh…
Only Two Small Fires In My Kitchen
Something for me to be proud of: When I cooked Thanksgiving dinner, there were only two SMALL fires in my kitchen.
One stuffing wrapper was accidentally pushed into my gas stove which Darling Laughing Son held up, flames burning, and said, “Uh, mom?” And the other small fire was in my oven from the turkey.
After seeing the flames I said to my brother, a firefighter and paramedic, “Jimmy…” And he drawled, utterly calm, “Just shut the door, Cathy, shut the door.” And, voila! Fire out. Turkey not burned.
Next year my goal is: NO fires in my kitchen. It’s a lofty goal, but I am pretty sure – with strength and courage – that I can do it.
Hope you had a great, no – fire, Thanksgiving!
Cheap And Sweet
Hello everyone,
Need a cheap book?
Hmmm. Maybe I shouldn’t call my OWN books “cheap.” How about “inexpensive?”
On Amazon kindle the following books are on sale for a short and sweet amount of time: Henry’s Sisters, $2.51. Julia’s Chocolates $3.53. Such A Pretty Face, $2.99. Happy day to you.
Ninety Four Cents And Counting. Merry Christmas!
Ninety four cents.
$0.94.
Ninety four pennies.
Yes, that’s how much our anthology, “Our First Christmas” is selling for on Amazon kindle for a short little while. It is a deal that Santa would be jolly proud of.
Go here for a little Christmas treat:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00J7W1E1Q/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?ie=UTF8&btkr=1
My story is titled “Christmas In Montana.” New York Times best selling authors Mary Carter, Mary Burton, and Lisa Jackson have all written wonderful Christmas stories.
Chapter One…Christmas in Montana
I am, currently, the manager for the hard-rock band Hellfire.
I am quitting tomorrow. My boss, front man Ace Hellfire, real name Peter Watson, son of a pastor, will be unhappy.
It’s going to be a sticky situation, but it doesn’t change my mind.
I have been traveling the world for ten years with Ace, his band, and crew. I have listened to more eardrum-splitting concerts and head-banging rehearsals, and been witness to more temper tantrums and wildness than I ever wanted to see.
My nerves are shot, my exhaustion complete. I don’t think I want to travel again unless it’s to a remote cabin in the woods.
I love to sew but I haven’t sewn in years. I love to embroider but I don’t know if I remember the cross-stitch. I love to cook, but haven’t followed a recipe in way too long. I love to ski, garden, and ride horses, but I never do any of those things.
I have lived out of suitcases for much of every year, my outfits a collage of color, but now I want to find a home, stay in it, and set up a sewing room.
I am a country girl from Kalulell, Montana, who has been working with hard-core rock musicians out of Los Angeles and I am done.
I am headed home for Christmas, and then I will figure out Plan F, the F standing for my Future.
I miss small town life. I have always missed it, especially during the Christmas season. I did not miss, however, what happened on a snowy, dark night on a curvy road. It still haunts me.
Some might say I ran from small town country life, that I wanted the twinkly lights of the city and the excitement.
They would be wrong . I was never running from it. I loved it.
I was running from him.
Happy Thanksgiving From Martha And Me
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Wishing you peace and good eating.
I have enclosed a picture of Martha Stewart to assure you that my Thanksgiving dinner will look nothing like hers.
I am hoping not to burn the turkey, drop the gravy bowl, or singe my hair.
If none of that happens, I will call the dinner a success and have an extra slice of pecan pie.
Cheers to you.
Cheers to you.
Chocolate Smiles
This is an ancient family secret: If you put chocolates in the shape of a smile, all of the calories fly out. Plus, you’re happier when you’re done eating the smile.
I bet you have ancient family secrets, too.
Women Only Weekend – Cannon Beach, Oregon
Come and chat with me on Friday night for Women Only Weekend in Cannon Beach, Oregon.
November 13 – 15. Lots of fun activities…shopping, a cooking class, painting, reading by the waves, new friends….
Women Only Weekend facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/wowcannonbeach/
Feeling Christmassy?
Is “Christmassy” an official word?
I just don’t know.
Anyhow, “Our First Christmas,” a collection of short stories, is now on sale for $2.99.
My story is titled “Christmas In Montana.” Mary Carter, Mary Burton, and Lisa Jackson have all written wonderful stories.
Chapter One…
I am, currently, the manager for the hard-rock band Hellfire.
I am quitting tomorrow. My boss, front man Ace Hellfire, real name Peter Watson, son of a pastor, will be unhappy.
It’s going to be a sticky situation, but it doesn’t change my mind.
I have been traveling the world for ten years with Ace, his band, and crew. I have listened to more eardrum-splitting concerts and head-banging rehearsals, and been witness to more temper tantrums and wildness than I ever wanted to see.
My nerves are shot, my exhaustion complete. I don’t think I want to travel again unless it’s to a remote cabin in the woods.
I love to sew but I haven’t sewn in years. I love to embroider but I don’t know if I remember the cross-stitch. I love to cook, but haven’t followed a recipe in way too long. I love to ski, garden, and ride horses, but I never do any of those things.
I have lived out of suitcases for much of every year, my outfits a collage of color, but now I want to find a home, stay in it, and set up a sewing room.
I am a country girl from Kalulell, Montana, who has been working with hard-core rock musicians out of Los Angeles and I am done. I am headed home for Christmas, and then I will figure out Plan F, the F standing for my Future.
I miss small town life. I have always missed it, especially during the Christmas season. I did not miss, however, what happened on a snowy, dark night on a curvy road. It still haunts me.
Some might say I ran from small town country life, that I wanted the twinkly lights of the city and the excitement.
They would be wrong . I was never running from it. I loved it.
I was running from him.
http://www.amazon.com/Our-First-Christmas-Lisa-Jackson/dp/0758294182/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1447091777&sr=8-5&keywords=our+first+christmas
