Anny Cook's Blog, page 98

Edits...

The glamorous life of a writer...I'll be back on Monday.anny

Hot Summer Reading II

MysticValley, Book One Fed up and heartsick, Dancer, virtuoso violinist and assassin, decided to retire despite the angry objections of his boss. On the run for his life, he headed for a hideaway in the mountains. Safe in the warm shelter of his cave, Dancer awoke to the strong perfume of flowers. His investigations revealed a tunnel leading to another cave and a beautiful valley. After a

When I was a kid...

My grandkids absolutely hate to hear about how things were when I was a kid. The minute they hear "When I was your age..." you see their eyes roll.I suspect it's because they can't quite imagine me ever being a kid. It just doesn't compute--even though they've seen pictures of me when I was a girl.When I was a kid, I fell on a galvanized metal bucket and cut my lower lip. I was three. That was

Your call...

Dear Telemarketer/Bill Collector/Surveyer/Other...Your calls are ignored for the following reasons:1)You don't leave a message. If you don't leave a message, then by definition you are a prank caller. Why would I worry about speaking to you?2)You leave an incomplete message. "This is an attempt to collect a debt. Please call number @#$%^." Uh-huh. If you don't bother to say who you're calling,

Early release???

Okay. I don't normally get involved in political things as it seems to me that's something best kept private--mostly. BUT, I'm just sayin', if it was one of my family that went to jail, they wouldn't be walking out after fourteen days of a ninety day sentence. AND it wouldn't have been a ninety day sentence to begin with, whether the jails were over-crowded or not. (In one family member's case,

Weekend Ponders...

Who posts these signs anyway? Have a nice weekend!anny

It's Friday!

I don't believe in wishing my life away, but sometimes it's just fabulous when Friday arrives, you know? And in my case that's weird because my days are pretty much all the same. I'm retired, so to speak. So Friday is mostly the same as Monday. Or Wednesday. Or any other day.However, there's something about Friday...Maybe it's the lifetime of knowing it's the end of the workweek. Or maybe it's

Pickup lines...

Why do men need pickup lines? And how well do they work? I was introduced to the house hunk on a blind date so he didn't have to try out his repertoire, but I have to admit I've never been impressed by the lines I've seen in movies.So how is a guy--or girl--supposed to develop that quick introduction that captures the target's attention? And why does it have to be clever? Why not just "Hello, I'm

Night of the Mountain Lion

This story is for my friend, Julia Barrett, just because she asked so nicely...When I was five we lived in Pima, Arizona. At that time it was what I call a 'blinking light' town. On the highway of life, Pima had a blinking light to signify it's one cross road. Of course, in Arizona at that time, blinking light towns were quite common. They were usually a small huddle of one-and-two bedroom houses

Heroes

All sorts of heroes populate our world. Some are easy to spot. Others are only appreciated in hindsight. One such hero--David Warren-- died recently. Too often we fail to wonder about the heroes who make significant differences in our lives. Or we take things for granted. Take time to check out the link and learn about one man who made a huge difference to every single person who's ever boarded