NEW LOVE, FIRST LOVE

This is one from the bucket list.  

New Love, First Love is an updated version of my first book "New Beginnings".  It not only has a new title, but added content for those who wanted more from the Burke and Stanton families.

Now available in paperback at Amazon.com:
New Love, First Love.  This updated version can be found here: NEW LOVE, FIRST LOVE

WORST. BLOGGER. EVER

Halfway through the summer.  Kids still not fighting (much).  We've been spending time at the beach, but still have to trek down to the shore a few times.  We are kind of running out of time for that.  I haven't been hearing "what are we doing today?" that much.  I must be doing something right.

Okay, so I just updated my family info, and I had to add two years to each kid.  Is that proof enough that I am the Worst. Blogger. Ever?  Thank God that no-one reads this blog on a regular basis, because if you were looking to me for any kind of guidance, you would have had to wait until now to get it.

As for my other blog, that I promised to update every week?  Well, I have to admit that I am a coward about that one.  Still working on the first twenty.  St. Patrick's day sort of did me in.  I am still 10 lbs down, but I think that it was supposed to be 40 by now?  Or something like that.  I guess that it is good that I have not gained, after all.  Remember the bathing suit weigh in?  I haven't actually worn a Bathing suit since January.  I'm calling it self-preservation.  

I really do hate bathing suits, anyway.  Even when I go to the beach, I don't wear one, because I'm not going to go in the water.  I just want to sit on the beach and read a book.  Just finished a good one.  See my previous post.

SHADOW'S DOLLS

My niece,  Elizabeth Mehling, has written an exciting horror- fantasy novel called Shadow's Dolls.  If you are a horror fan, this novel is right up your alley.  Here is a description and link to Amazon.


At the beginning of the nineteenth century, the lives of six children are shattered when they are abducted and forced to become demonic creatures. Their captor, and leader, then brainwashes them by convincing the group that they must use their suffering as a motive to inflict it on others, especially the mysterious beings that shunned him years ago. Their inner and outer demons begin to form into one, an effective weapon that exists for the sole purpose of wiping out the apparent adversary. On the outer edge of Ursa Major, a culturally diverse civilization, blessed with the ability to control magic, is one of the universe's best-kept secrets. Each of these inhabitants have families, homes, and stories of their own, all of which are interrupted and torn apart by the satanic gang known only as the "Shadow Beings." The Shadow Beings themselves display an apparent sense of control and security. In reality, they must face the constant struggle to remain hidden and hold onto the blind faith they have in their leader (and tormentor), all while falling into a dangerous cycle of doubt and self-destruction that only intensifies. As the cities burn and the people are slaughtered, both the victims and the perpetrators begin to realize that this is not just a direct genocide of the innocents....but a desperate struggle for everyone to maintain their grip on identity and sanity. Recommended for ages 15 and up due to disturbing content, language, and violence.

http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-Dolls-Elizabeth-Mehling/dp/1480290696/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1374847686&sr=8-1&keywords=shadow%27s+dolls+elizabeth+mehling

I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH MY @#*%&@* EMAIL!

Admit it.  You can't either.

image found at laurentbrouat.com

I have decided to switch to a new email account.  Granted, this blog is attached to the email that I want to delete, which is a problem.  All my contacts are there too...ditto.  But I'm still going to do it, because the amount of email crap that I get on a daily basis is overwhelming, and I just want to start from scratch.

I remember a time when I thought that getting an email was a wonderful thing.  Sure, it's great when you receive pictures from friends and relatives, or actual correspondence (I'm not talking about the dreaded FWD's here).  Right now, I would just love to have a nearly empty inbox.  I waste so much time deleting messages that I do not want.

Whatever possessed me to sign up for surveys?  I'll never know.  Maybe I didn't realize that I would only earn a whopping one dollar for suffering through one hundred surveys.  Talk about time wasted.  Sure, I could earn money faster by filling out "offers" to buy other products, but doesn't that defeat the purpose?  I would be spending more money than earning.  I cancelled one of my survey accounts, and after warning me that I would forfeit all my earnings (a whopping $17.00 for months of surveys--they can keep it) they asked for my reason.  Here it is:

"It is impossible to make money doing surveys without spending money first.  I think that it defeats the purpose".

I signed up for Groupon, Living Social, etc.  I get about 10 emails a day from  each of them.  Don't know why I signed up for offers in New York City (about a hour away from me).  Maybe, I probably thought that I would get great offers from Museums, and concerts--and there are some--but most of the offers are for haircuts on the Upper West side, etc.  It doesn't seem to make much sense to spend $50.00 on gas just to save $20.00 on a haircut.

I get offers from Publishers Clearing House several times a day.  All the emails say, "This could be the winner, so don't ignore it!"   It never is, but I keep searching on "Search and Win" to lose over and over again.  But I still enter the contests, just in case. However, I have noticed that when I ignore the emails, the world still turns. 

Then there are the emails from companies that you have ordered products from.  This is a "One day only sale", sucker.  I don't mind them as much as the emails from companies that I never ordered from.  How did you get my email again?  I spend much time deleting myself from the mailing list.  Of course there is the occasional SPAM that sneaks through the filter as well.  It's just too much, and I can't keep up.  Most of the email coming to this account is just unnecessary.

This is why I want to start over.  Brand spanking new email.  Three emails at most per day.  I think that I can handle that.  It's just going to be a pain in the butt to switch everything over, but it will be worth it.

NEW BEGINNINGS - KINDLE EDITION

The Kindle version of my first book, New Beginnings is out:


 http://ping.fm/uuZGT via @amazon

THINGS THAT I HATE ABOUT HALLOWEEN

Disclaimer:  I used to like Halloween when I was a kid.  That understood, let us continue.

1.    I hate to dress up (and I don't), so I don't go to any stupid Halloween parties.  I've seen pictures, and I've seen people at those parties.  They are either pretending that they don't think that they look ridiculous, or they are drunk. 

2.   I hate trick or treating (see disclaimer).  Going from door to door begging for candy creeps me out.  Now, if we were going door to door begging for money, well that's a different story.  Can we make a day for that?

3.  I hate Goosey Night (well, so does everyone else unless you're a teenager and you want to destroy something). 

4.  Don't even get me started on how much a stupid costume costs.  I wish I was blessed with the talent of making a homemade costume, but I am not.   Every year, my kids would be dressed up as hobos (just like I was). 

5.   Did I already mention that I hated trick or treating? (see disclaimer).

6.   I hate Halloween parades.  Watching the little kiddies walk around in 40 degree weather (some of them dressed like ghouls or midnight nurses).  Pu-leeze! And what's up with the miniskirts for 5 year olds. anyway?  Does your 5 year old have to look sexy?  Really?

7.   I hate when people hand out crappy candy.  If you're not into it, don't bother to hand any out.  We are not out there freezing our butts off begging for candy to get  3 candy corns each.  FYI, This is coming from a mother who carefully scans what is in her kids bag  (and eats any Baby Ruth she can find).  I vote for more Baby Ruths!

8.   I hate when teenagers trick or treat.  If you are 6 foot 7, it's time to buy your own freaking candy!  And don't knock on my door at 9:30!  (But here, have some candy so you don't egg my house or cover my trees with toilet paper next year on Goosey Night.  Have a few more Baby Ruths). 

ALL MY SOAPS ARE GONE

I'm on a roll now.  Check out my latest post from the  THE HARRIED MOM FILES:  ALL MY SOAPS ARE GONE

WOW, I HAVE TO BE THE WORST BLOGGER EVER

MORE PROOF THAT I AM A HORRIBLE BLOGGER.  

I started writing a post about how happy I was that school was about to begin.  I finally finished it three weeks into the school year.

read it here:

HARRIED MOM FILES - WOW, I HAVE TO BE THE WORST BLOGGER EVER

YADA YADA YADA--I'M TIRED TODAY

CHECK OUT THE LATEST POST AT THE HARRIED MOM FILES