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feather boa garland!

Check out my groovy Christmas tree! I got the bright idea to use white feather boas in lieu of garland this year! I LUV it!

December 12, 2011 at 8:13 pm Leave a comment

a must-read book: FLATLANDS by Susan Sims Moody

My younger sister, Susan, is quite the author, y’all! In celebration of the fact that her THIRD book is about to come out, I thought I’d take a moment and reccommend that you read the first two in the series! Today I’d like to share with you an excerpt from the first book in her series, entitled, FLATLANDS.

Enjoy the excerpt, and then, by all means, purchase your own copy in e-book format by visiting this link!

Flatlands (The Jennifer Martin Mystery Series) – Kindle Edition – Kindle eBook (Oct. 18, 2010) by Susan Sims Moody

Buy: $2.99

And here’s the excerpt I promised you! From FLATLANDS  by Susan Sims Moody:

After hours of working on her new home, Jennifer needed a break. It was cooling off, about seventy degrees outside. At a quarter past eight, the sun was dropping fast. She pulled on a gray sweatshirt, exchanged her flip-flops for a pair of tennis shoes, and walked out the back door to explore the back forty.
Behind the old house sprawled a large grassy field. The heat had baked the knee-high weeds to an amber glow. Ancient pine trees lined the field, marking the boundary of the county landfill. Only when the wind blew the wrong direction would anyone suspect it. The house had been built on a man-made plateau that sloped down to the field below. She didn’t think much about it.
Crickets chirped in the cooling evening hours, and Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief and exhaustion. She descended the sloping hill to the heart of the yellow-gold field. Something loomed up suddenly in the dark.
Had it been there all along? Was something in the field with her? Jennifer paused and looked. The object did not move. She waited a little longer and noticed a mildewed odor wafting toward her. Whatever it was, it had been there a long time.
She continued closer to investigate. As she closed in, it seemed larger and larger. She came closer and touched the side of a still-warm shell that lay on its side, four feet tall. Blue paint flaked off the surface in sheets as big as her hand as she continued to investigate.
It was rectangular with a large hose-like object around it. Moving around, she discovered another piece, lying separately from the first. Shoes. She saw black shoes attached to ten-foot tall legs, cut off at the pelvis. Around again, and Jennifer saw another rectangle: a grocery sack with a huge forearm and hand clutching it tightly.
She knew what was next. The huge head lay face down in the mud, water stagnating inside what would have held a brain, had it been real. The Giant Grocer had been abandoned when the grocery chain failed. Lying in three pieces, he was a memorial to all that once was grand almost twenty years ago. The thought of groceries made her hungrier still.
Jennifer rubbed her tired hands across the mammoth man, feeling his colors flaking away as she touched the forgotten figure. His peach features were cooling faster than his dark brown hair. The field was completely dark now. She looked back toward her house as headlights flashed in the driveway.
Startled to have a visitor, all other thoughts vanished, and the crickets seemed to hush in anticipation. She patted the grocer one last time and jogged up the hill to see who had come to call. The hill seemed steeper going up than it did going down, and Jennifer had to pause to catch her breath where the back yard became markedly more sloped. The Mississippi delta, and you’ve got to pick the only place in two hundred miles that has a hill in the back yard, she thought.

November 18, 2010 at 3:03 pm Leave a comment

these are a few of my favorite things…

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels. Okay. No. Well, not the ponies anyway. I mean, I guess they’re fun to look at. But, I do not like horses. And, horses do NOT like me…at all. But, that’s another story for another post.

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted one of these “favorite things” posts. But, today I must update. For those of you who are not familiar with my blog, may I refer you to my archived under the tag “faves and craves”.

I really, really like:

Crest Pro Health NIGHT whitening toothpaste. Being the rebel that I am, I use it in the morning as well. Sometimes even after lunch. (I’m tellin’ ya. Rebellious, I am.)

Aussie Instant Freeze aerosol hair spray! Love it. Get it while you can… peeps. Help me keep this stuff on the shelf. It is da double click. If you wanna be my secret pal, just leave some of this stuff on my front step and you’re sure to be my favorite.

Gifts. I love getting gifts. Gifts are my love language. Surprises? I don’t care. You can tell me ahead of time. Then I will anxiously anticipate my gift. But, I love gifts. I don’t care if it’s a pad of post it notes. I don’t care if it’s a bottle of nail polish. I just love gifts.

LIQUID GAIN laundry detergent. If you haven’t tried it, you do not understand the power behind that product.  You can pour a little LIQUID GAIN on a stain and throw that garment in some warm water, and it will disappear as if by magic.

Oxiclean liquid laundry stain booster/brightner AAAAAND Oxiclean pre-treater spray stuff. See above. Oh my. LOVE it. How do people get along in the world without it? I cannot fathom it.

Cool, artistic looking prints on paper towels. I really like SPARKLE paper towels. But, dang Kroger doesn’t carry it anymore. So, I’ve had to find alternatives.

Decorative cocktail napkins…This can really be a problem for me. But, I just love ’em. I’ve got some in my kitchen drawer right now that have Santa and his reindeer flying across a night sky. I smile everytime I see the silly things! And, I often use them for coasters.

Wrapping a paper towel or a napkin around my glass to absorb the condensation on the outside of the glass as a result of the crushed ice in my drink.

Crushed ice in my drink. Love it. I think I’ll have some unsweetened iced tea with Splenda as soon as I’m done here.

Painting. Did you know I love to paint art canvases? (Duhhh.)  It’s just plain theraputic!  I am going to begin SEVERAL canvases that folks have ordered tonight. I’ll update  my FB page when your canvas is the current project on my easel! = )

Toasted bagel with real butter, sliced grape tomatoes, sprinkled with onion powder, garlic powder, dill weed, salt, and fresh ground pepper.

New shoes!

New purse. I want an electric lemon peel SHINY yellow tote style purse.

Okay, that’s all for now!

September 1, 2009 at 6:36 pm Leave a comment

read this

I’ve read the book I’m about to tell you about once before now…about twelve years ago.   (more…)

March 21, 2008 at 12:52 pm 2 comments

WANTED: HAIRSPRAY! Emergency! EmERgenCy!!!!

People, hear me now. We’ve got trouble right here in River City and it starts with C and it rhymes with…Okay, it doesn’t rhyme with anything. But, the word is CLEARANCE. And when clearance describes my favorite hairspray, that spells TRAUMA! (more…)

February 12, 2008 at 3:45 pm 3 comments


#11 on my list of faves and craves: GUACAMOLE, baby.

Oh my word. I eat GUAC, therefore I am. Goodness gracious it’s good. And, On The Border’s GUAC LIVE rocks the house, y’all.  And, so, dear friends, does On The Border’s Monterrey Ranch Chicken Fajitas. Both of those were in the frige, left over from Sunday lunch. Hence the downfall of my diet for this day in history. Well, I mean, if you don’t count the pastries du jour that were FORCED upon me this morning. I GAVE AWAY a muffin the size of my head, only to have two more office cheer spreaders bring me doughnuts.  People, I was strong when the enormous muffin and plate of fresh fruit came my way. I gave it to the first courier that came by, and he received it gleefully. But, once Harold came by with the fresh doughnuts, well…I just CAVED!  I’m sooooooooo weak! I hang my head in shame. (And, I wipe leftovers from the corners of my mouth.)

Okay, now…On the subject of things said before you think about it: Here’s this–A little child in our neighborhood has been coming to our door periodically. He’s like four or five years old. Cute as all git out.  The first time he came to the door, he rang the doorbell, (ding-dong!!) and I answered. Saw a little blue eyed blonde boy whom I do not know.

“Can I come in?”

Can I come in he says? Uhhh, duhhh. Nooooooooo. 

“Well, no, honey. I don’t think that’d be a very good idea,” I say with my best Snow White lilt. I don’t know this child. I don’t know his parents. They don’t know us.

“Why?” he says. “We just want to see your girl.”

(Ahhh yes. And so it begins…) Well, at the time, the Magster was sick. So, I said,

“Well, MY GIRL is sick with strep throat right now. You don’t want to get sick, do you?”

He shook his head no.

 “Okaaaaaaaay. Well, then Y’ALL just go play and have fun!” I say, smiling and nodding a friendly greeting to another little boy who was not so brave, standing at the end of my driveway.

Next time he rang my bell,  a couple of weeks later, Maggie was napping.  (I know what you’re thinking. But, she really was!)

This afternoon, Terry called, and while we were chatting, when the doorbell rang. I said to Terry, “Somebody’s at the door.”

“WHAT???” He said. (Come to think of it, drop in guests really don’t happen much over here. Usually we know when someone’s coming by.)  So, I stroll to the door and open it while still on the phone. And, there stood Maggie’s little suitor. He looked at me and said with a certain amount of impatience in his voice, “Nowwwwww can she play?”

And, y’all, before I knew it, out popped, “No, son. I don’t let mine run loose on the street. Sorry.”

Terry said, “WELL TRACEY! My word! I can’t believe you said that!”

I stood there a minute trying to think what I’d said that could have been so horrible. It hadn’t seemed so bad in the moment. In fact, I don’t know that I would have given it a second thought if he hadn’t pointed it out to me.  Well, hello! I mean, who in their right mind lets a four year old run all over the neighborhood without supervision? We are not in the nineteen seventies, y’all. Not to say that the seventies were impervious to crime.

Does his mother not read the scary emails? Am I the only one still interested in protecting my young? I know I’m sheltering. I knowwwwwww!  And, if I watch YOUR kids, you can bet they’ll be taken care of in that way, too.  Ha–Terry used to say if I started a home daycare that it should be called “MOTHER HEN’s”, ’cause I want all the chicks to be right under my wings in case of a storm.

Well, mercy. I truly hope that I did not  hurt the little tyke’s feelings.  And, by the way, there was no indication of any upset on the youngster’s face.  If anything, I guess he was just confused. And, of course he was disappointed because I wouldn’t let “my girl” run off with him into the wildness of our cul de sac. But, come on! You don’t turn preschoolers out to roam the world freely. They may ring the WRONG doorbell! Well, that’s my opinion, oughter be yors.

Okay, well Terry is out cutting the front lawn before we get throw’d out of the subdivision. It may not have been cut this past week, but yard for yard, ours is the darkest green in the cul de sac. It’s even greener than the turf management major’s lawn. UnREAL!

And while he’s out there I guess I really should be rearranging the refrigerator in accordance to Terry’s plan for perfect refrigeration order. He just gave me yet another mini-tutorial explaining which items are SUPPOSED TO go on what shelf, and which things go in the door.   And, his system has something to do with the height of the products. But, quite frankly, I quit listening mid-rant.  So, maybe I’ll just let ole Dewey Decimal out there catalog our frige himself?

And, I’ll just concentrate on eating everything in it.

August 28, 2007 at 6:36 pm Leave a comment

fit to be tried

Today was my first day to use my new gym membership! I walked at lunch today on the treadmill in the gym in our building. I walked about 38.5 minutes and I walked 4.5mph most of the time.  I burned over 330 calories! (That probably takes care of the three cups of sugared and creamed coffee with which I fueled this day!) (more…)

July 3, 2007 at 4:12 pm 1 comment

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