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Monday

Really? What's wrong with this pooch? Doesn't he realize it's Monday?

How was your weekend? Wondrous? Mine was the usual WLC weekend. I bet you can figure that one out. (Write. Laundry. Clean)
My big news--actually, I've got more big news--but more about that at a later date. I went for my doctor's visit, KNOWING I'd gained about five pounds only to find out I'd lost a pound. The big weight losers have nothing on me. For the past three years, I've lost a pound a year. At this rate, if I live another twenty years I'll be down to 108.  I know. I know. I need to get a life. I hope yours is more exciting than mine. So what did you do this weekend? Anybody see Divergent?

Weekend Words of Wisdom

I knew there's a reason I liked this guy:) Enjoy your weekend.

Words of Wisdom

I knew there's a reason I liked this guy:) Enjoy your weekend.

Spring

Oh My God, It's Finally Here!

Wednesday's Chuckle

Lion Cubs Meet Dad

Some dads have no patience when it comes to babysitting.
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On another note..Have any of you tried to follow another blog and gotten an 'Unable to handle your request. Please try later' message?

Happy St. Pats Day and We're Back

 Wishing all my blogster buds, a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
As the name implies, St. Patrick's Day is in honor of St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland. Legend has it that he used the shamrock to teach the trinity. The leprechaun is an Irish fairy that makes shoes and stores his gold in a pot at the end of the rainbow. Ladies, is this or is this not, our kind of fairy?


~*~ Life is just one damn thing after another~Elbert Hubbard
 OMG. It was great to see everyone, but I'm ecstatic to be home. We spent Sunday night in KY, Monday night in southern Illinois, Tuesday night in central Illinois, Wednesday night in IN and Thursday night at home. Yay! Cousin Murphy--the originator of Murphy's Law--tagged along with us.  As you are probably aware of from an earlier blog, I was in the airport preparatory to flying in to Illinois when I got the call the surgery had been postponed  because my brother got sick. So, I decided to wait and drive out with the hh Friday night.
Of course, that didn't go as scheduled. Friday night we had an ice storm and it knocked the power out. So we waited till Sunday.  We went to my aunt and uncle's and from there planned on staying a couple of nights with the bro since I probably won't be going back for his surgery.
The day before we were to arrive at the bro's got a call from him telling us his wife has pneumonia. So...we couldn't go since the hh has had double pneumonia and is susceptible. We finally did manage to hook up with him. And from there with the exception of snow and traffic snarls made it home without further incident. Whew.
We had all grumbled about the surgery being postponed, but it turned out to be a blessing when we found out his wife had pneumonia. There would have been no good scenarios. If it hadn't been caught and he'd had the surgery and was exposed to pneumonia after heart surgery...Yikes. Could have been scary.
What about you, what were you doing last week?

Weekend, Goth and Hippies

The pic has nothing to do with anything. I just thought it was funny. Have a wonderful weekend and tell me all about it Monday. I'll be thinking of ya.

Non-Stop

Have you see this one? Saw it. Liked it. 'Non-stop' action. I'm a Liam Neeson fan.

BB: The Maid of Milan

BLURB:After three years of marriage, Adelaide has fallen in love with the handsome, honorable husband who nurtured her through her darkest hours.
Now Adelaide’s former lover, the passionate poet from whose arms she was torn from by her family during their illicit liaison in Milan six years previously has returned, a celebrity due to the success of his book The Maid of Milan.
High society is as desperate to discover the identity of his ‘muse’ as Adelaide is to protect her newfound love and her husband’s political career. Mrs Henley knocked and they entered as Tristan rose, his forced smile replaced by one of pleasure when he saw Adelaide. He took a step forward, extending his hand for hers, the flare in his eyes as intense as the day she consented to be his wife, and Adelaide felt an unexpectedjolt somewhere in the region of her heart, her determination bolstered to bridge the distance between them, despite the oppressive presence of her mother, always a footfall away, it seemed.
‘Tristan, I—’
She stopped, pulling back as a warm, fragrant breeze stirred the papers on his desk.
The French doors from the garden had been thrown open, and the heavy tread of Hessian boots upon the wooden floor pulled their attention towards the muslin curtains which swirled in eddies, silhouetting the shape of a man: a slender man of middle height – the only ordinarything about him – dressed in a black cutaway coat and buff breeches, who materialised before them like a young demigod, smouldering with an enthusiasm he did nothing to inhibit, for good manners were always in abeyance to the  passion that ruled James’s life.
‘Tristan!’ Tossing his low-crowned beaver upon the ottoman, James strode forward, arms outstretched, his voice taut with emotion.
Nearly four years, it had been, and from first impressions it was as if nothing had changed. Inky curls framed his delicately boned face and his eyes were like coals burning the fire within. No, nothing had changed, she could see, for James was still like a coiled spring, eager for love,eager for life, as ready to give as he was to take … without discernment.
Adelaide froze with nowhere to go, tense with premonition while shafts of sensation, painful and familiar, tore through her.
Could this really be happening? Unwillingly, her gaze was fixed upon James’s profile, dusted with dark stubble, tapering up to angular cheekbones delineated with the slivers of sideburns sported by the fashionable Corinthians of the day.
In four years he could not be so unchanged whereas she …
She touched her face, her heart. She was a mere husk of what she’d once been. Tristan knew nothing of the passions that burned within her when her heart was engaged – and she didn’t know if he ever would, for suddenly she felt reduced to nothingness by the force of James’s personality. She’d been his equal once – a woman of fire and vitality – and she’d loved him with a savagery that her mother claimed bordered on insanity. She’d been a child, thrust intoadulthood by this charismatic older man. Married older man. But as she looked between the two men before her it was Tristan who made her heart beat faster, as much with longing as with fear of what he would think of her if he knew the truth. AUTHOR Bio and Links:Beverley Eikli is the author of eight historical romances. In 2012 she won UK Women's Fiction publisher Choc-Lit's Search for An Australia Star competition with her suspenseful, Napoleonic espionage Romance The Reluctant Bride, which has just been shortlisted by Australian Romance Readers for Favourite Historical in 2013.
In 2011 she was nominated for an ARRA award for her Regency romance A Little Deception, and in 2012 for her racy Regency Romp, Rake’s Honour, written under her Beverley Oakley pseudonym.
Eikli wrote her first romance when she was seventeen. However, drowning the heroine on the last page was, she discovered, not in the spirit of the genre so her romance-writing career ground to a halt and she became a journalist.
After throwing in her job on South Australia's metropolitan daily The Advertiser to manage a luxury safari lodge in the Okavango Delta, in Botswana, she discovered a new world of romance and adventure in a thatched cottage in the middle of a mopane forest with the handsome Norwegian bush pilot she met around a camp fire.
Twenty years later, after exploring the world in the back of Cessna 404s and CASA 212s as an airborne geophysical survey operator during low-level sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and Greenland's ice cap, Eikli is back in Australia teaching in the Department of Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University, as well as teaching Short Courses for the Centre of Adult Education and Macedon Ranges Further Education.
Preorder The Maid of Milan at The Book Depository: http://www.bookdepository.com/Maid-Mi...
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Maid-Milan-Beverley-Eikli/dp/1781891281/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1381039713&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Maid+of+Milan Website: http://www.beverleyeikli.com/ Blog: http://beverleyeikli.blogspot.com.au/ Twitter: http://beverleyoakley/ Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/beverley.eikli
Beverly will award a $20 Amazon book voucher and a digital copy of The Reluctant Bride to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.