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February 20, 2012
Confessions of a Bookaholic: Interview & Giveaway: Poughkeepsie by Debra Anasta...
Confessions of a Bookaholic: Interview & Giveaway: Poughkeepsie by Debra Anasta...: Debra Anastasia is here today to talk about her adult title, Poughkeepsie . I've read this book and I just gotta say...WOW! It's incredibl...
Jilly's Tat!!!!!
Okay, Poughkeepsie now has four girls in the Tattoo club. Today we are celebrating Jillian! I was so excited to learn that she was taking the trip to the tattoo parlor, I had to interview her.
1) You must be an exceptionally sensitive soul to allow words to so thoroughly touch you! What does your new tattoo signify for you?
Aww, thank you! Well, my friends always ask when I recommend a book to them if it's "tattoo worthy" because I have a few tattoos that are book related...but only the books that leave a lasting impression on me get the honor of a tattoo. Every time I look at my Poughkeepsie tattoo I am reminded of so many things. I remember Blake's first words with Livia and how they made me love him instantly, Beckett and his awful texting skills and huge teddy bear heart, Eve's heartbreak and loss, Kyle and her total kick ass self, Cole and his honor and tightly reigned emotions....to put it simply, it signifies all the amazing emotions I felt while reading Poughkeepsie. *dreamy sigh*
4) Tell me about your tattoo parlor experience. I'm considering one myself (go Pough!) so I'd love to know how it went?
Go Pough!! I won't lie....it hurt like a BITCH! I went with a friend of mine who I had to warn that I get super chatty when I'm stressed. So I blabbed the entire time about who-knows-what just to keep my mind busy and not think about how damn long it was taking (it was literally 20 minutes total but damn, it felt like forEVER). Oh, and I sweat like a fiend when I get tattooed....sweaty palms, feet, the whole nine yards. My eyes always end up looking like a raccoon from my mascara mixing with the sweat. Lucky me, right!? So I was a sweaty, blabbing, racoon-eyed mess (try not to be jealous of the hotness!) but I ended up with a KILLER tatt!
4) How does it feel to be so freaking awesome?
Since I'm a Leo, I will answer as only a Leo can......It feels like the freaking bees knees!!!! Just kidding...kind of ;-) Honestly though, I'm just a suburban housewife and mom who was lucky enough to find this amazing book and I can't think of any better way to show the love than getting it tattooed :-)
5) What is your favorite song, color, and holiday?
hmmmmm..... song is a toughie! So many! Let's see, All I Ever Wanted by Airborne Toxic Event, Silence by Sarah McLachlan & Delirium and The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance are some of my faves! Fave color would have to be black and holiday is the Fourth of July (my son's birthday yay!) with Halloween a close second!
Thank you SO much for such an amazing opportunity!!! XOXOXO
How amazing is she? Thank you, Jilly for letting Poughkeepsie be in your life. I'm so adding those songs to this post. I have to hear them. Here's where you can find Jillian: Twitter
1) You must be an exceptionally sensitive soul to allow words to so thoroughly touch you! What does your new tattoo signify for you?
Aww, thank you! Well, my friends always ask when I recommend a book to them if it's "tattoo worthy" because I have a few tattoos that are book related...but only the books that leave a lasting impression on me get the honor of a tattoo. Every time I look at my Poughkeepsie tattoo I am reminded of so many things. I remember Blake's first words with Livia and how they made me love him instantly, Beckett and his awful texting skills and huge teddy bear heart, Eve's heartbreak and loss, Kyle and her total kick ass self, Cole and his honor and tightly reigned emotions....to put it simply, it signifies all the amazing emotions I felt while reading Poughkeepsie. *dreamy sigh*
4) Tell me about your tattoo parlor experience. I'm considering one myself (go Pough!) so I'd love to know how it went?
Go Pough!! I won't lie....it hurt like a BITCH! I went with a friend of mine who I had to warn that I get super chatty when I'm stressed. So I blabbed the entire time about who-knows-what just to keep my mind busy and not think about how damn long it was taking (it was literally 20 minutes total but damn, it felt like forEVER). Oh, and I sweat like a fiend when I get tattooed....sweaty palms, feet, the whole nine yards. My eyes always end up looking like a raccoon from my mascara mixing with the sweat. Lucky me, right!? So I was a sweaty, blabbing, racoon-eyed mess (try not to be jealous of the hotness!) but I ended up with a KILLER tatt!
4) How does it feel to be so freaking awesome?
Since I'm a Leo, I will answer as only a Leo can......It feels like the freaking bees knees!!!! Just kidding...kind of ;-) Honestly though, I'm just a suburban housewife and mom who was lucky enough to find this amazing book and I can't think of any better way to show the love than getting it tattooed :-)
5) What is your favorite song, color, and holiday?
hmmmmm..... song is a toughie! So many! Let's see, All I Ever Wanted by Airborne Toxic Event, Silence by Sarah McLachlan & Delirium and The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance are some of my faves! Fave color would have to be black and holiday is the Fourth of July (my son's birthday yay!) with Halloween a close second!
Thank you SO much for such an amazing opportunity!!! XOXOXO
How amazing is she? Thank you, Jilly for letting Poughkeepsie be in your life. I'm so adding those songs to this post. I have to hear them. Here's where you can find Jillian: Twitter
February 17, 2012
New, free, short story!! Shackled by Debra Anastasia
Aeliea is an evil princess with a taste for torture. In order to save his mother's life, Markus defies the future queen. She condemns the proud, strong warrior to her dungeons. Night after night he is brought, naked and shackled, to stand before Aeliea. Markus is determined to change the woman whose treacherous whims terrify her empire.
Excerpt:
Aeliea rolled her wrist and examined her fingernails. The three rings on her left hand were worth more than an entire generation of her people could ever hope to make in their lifetime. She liked it that way. Her fresh linen dress was stitched with elaborate gold and silver thread. It had taken four women three straight months to make it for her. She would wear it this once and then cast it aside. Today she would parade, carried in a sedan chair by her guards. From her lofty perch she would point a glittering finger at anyone she fancied. And they would be dragged back to her dungeon, where most likely they would die. Today she pointed at an older woman who was far too pretty for Aeliea's liking.
"Markus, no, please. No!" The woman said. She was in a panic as a reckless warrior came from the shadows to stand in front of her.
He ignored the frantic pleading and locked his deep green eyes on Aeliea. He was tall and well-muscled. His hair was too long and disheveled, but his jaw was strong and his confidence was huge. The hate in his eyes glowed.Aeliea felt a huge burst of jealously. The handsome man would dare to stand in front of her guards to protect a lowly pauper?
"You, foolish man, why do you stand in front of this woman?" Aeliea tried to look as condescending as she could, but his eyes were searing into her. He was a good ten years older than she and had tremendous poise.
"This woman is my mother. I will kill all that surround you if you touch her. When they have fallen, I'll send this blade into your black heart," Markus snarled at her.
The woman clutched at his arms and sobbed into his back. "Please, Markus. I'll not lose my last son. Please, kind Majesty, listen not to him. He's mad with grief. He knows not what he does."
Markus did not look crazy. He looked ready. Aeliea felt fear.The man kept his eyes on her as he reached his hand behind him, touching his mother's face. "Mother, I would rather die here in this street than live under the tyranny of that one when she becomes queen."
This man had defied Aeliea and it was…appealing.
Shackled
Available in for FREE in ePub, MOBI and PDF
Excerpt:
Aeliea rolled her wrist and examined her fingernails. The three rings on her left hand were worth more than an entire generation of her people could ever hope to make in their lifetime. She liked it that way. Her fresh linen dress was stitched with elaborate gold and silver thread. It had taken four women three straight months to make it for her. She would wear it this once and then cast it aside. Today she would parade, carried in a sedan chair by her guards. From her lofty perch she would point a glittering finger at anyone she fancied. And they would be dragged back to her dungeon, where most likely they would die. Today she pointed at an older woman who was far too pretty for Aeliea's liking.
"Markus, no, please. No!" The woman said. She was in a panic as a reckless warrior came from the shadows to stand in front of her.
He ignored the frantic pleading and locked his deep green eyes on Aeliea. He was tall and well-muscled. His hair was too long and disheveled, but his jaw was strong and his confidence was huge. The hate in his eyes glowed.Aeliea felt a huge burst of jealously. The handsome man would dare to stand in front of her guards to protect a lowly pauper?
"You, foolish man, why do you stand in front of this woman?" Aeliea tried to look as condescending as she could, but his eyes were searing into her. He was a good ten years older than she and had tremendous poise.
"This woman is my mother. I will kill all that surround you if you touch her. When they have fallen, I'll send this blade into your black heart," Markus snarled at her.
The woman clutched at his arms and sobbed into his back. "Please, Markus. I'll not lose my last son. Please, kind Majesty, listen not to him. He's mad with grief. He knows not what he does."
Markus did not look crazy. He looked ready. Aeliea felt fear.The man kept his eyes on her as he reached his hand behind him, touching his mother's face. "Mother, I would rather die here in this street than live under the tyranny of that one when she becomes queen."
This man had defied Aeliea and it was…appealing.
Shackled
Available in for FREE in ePub, MOBI and PDF
February 16, 2012
Read Our Lips! Book Review Blog: Quickie Review: Poughkeepsie by Debra Anastasia
Read Our Lips! Book Review Blog: Quickie Review: Poughkeepsie by Debra Anastasia: Book Synopsis From Amazon: He counts her smiles every day and night at the train station. And morning and evening, the beautiful commuter ...
Disney Trip part #4
We are on property. My property.
Well, we are finally home. The Anastasias have decided to spend their one precious day in Epcot. We glimpse "The Big Ball." We have always called it this. Thank God they did not build two Spaceship Earths side by side.
*********Flashback*********
When BC was about four years old we headed to Disney. We had been prepping him for months. We have a Disney sing along video with the song "Right Down the Middle of Main Street USA" He would watch it daily and intently. There was an elaborate dance during the song on the video. It wasn't until just before we left that I found my son crumpled up crying.
"What's wrong sweetie?"
"I haven't learned the dance!"
"You dance beautifully"
"No, the dance I have to do on Main Street! I am not ready yet" *Big sob*
BC thought he had to literally dance down Main Street to get into the parks.
Well, as we drive up to Epcot we ask our sweet dance student in an excited voice, "BC…What is that!" (as the Big Ball comes into view) Pointing at the singular Big Ball he answers in an equally excited voice, "I don't know!!" It was kind of a "you had to be there moment." Trust me, it was funny. Go ahead with a sympathy laugh.
So, The Big Ball is pulling into view. We, of course re-live the funny moment you are trusting me on. However, there's something sinister on this trip to Epcot. It's throbbing, pulsating and threatening. The promise of the April Crowds. We have never faced them before. What will happen inside? Will we still love our sweet property? We're chipper, excited and hopeful. Disney experts, we are. My mother flashes her cast id badge and we park for free. Wow, we have never parked this far back before. Then, there's the game we play in our heads. You know it. You're pulling up to the parking lot trying to figure out what spot you will park in. Will the cars in front of you fill up enough of the row to get you near the tram lane without filling up too much forcing you to drive (and subsequently walk back) the ½ a mile to the tram stop? It's like roulette. We, of course, are the losers in this game. We park in the farthest spot away from the tram. The tram. The tram scam.
Before I tell you about the tram scam, you must learn a little about GC and BC. Our sweet set up with Grandma allows us to bring the kids to Disney so much we feel guilty about it. But… they hate rides. Almost every ride. Their favorite ride is the tram. No joke. They are so excited to ride the tram. There's a people blob waiting for the next tram We join the people blob. No real line just a human amoeba pulsating in the parking lot with the hope of moving fast enough to get on the next tram. We wait. We eye the competition. Babies in strollers are good because they have to get pulled out, stroller collapsed, diaper bag grabbed. Babies are easy marks. Wait, I can't be competitive with babies. That's wrong. (Remember the vacuum? I have a problem.)
So the tram pulls up. We're towards the front of the blob, waiting in a little mini forest and rock garden in the middle of the parking lot. The tram pulls up short. Even the babies beat us to the tram as we trudge past the jet engine noise and visible diesel fumes of the tram engine. Well, serves us right, we were standing kind of sneaky, in the forest. So we nod, and accept our tram waiting punishment. The kids are starting to get upset. BC likes to follow the rules and see an orderly pattern. He's not thrilled with our first attempt to beat the line by sneaking into the forest. We move between the poles. Properly. No more sneaky stuff for us. We wait. More Babies…good, no…Wait, bad.
The next Tram pulls up, and… stops short. It cheats us! We were in the poles! We're parked in the way, way back, at the end of the row! This is the only ride my kids like. Man those freaking babies are fast.
With much grumbling and whining we WALK to the Big Ball. We meet my father and then both my parents help our family get in with their Main Gate passes. We hear the music, we smell the smells. Ahh. We love Epcot. First things first, the potty. The Jiggler has a little problem with some Disney potties. You see, I rarely potty alone. I've mastered the two and three person potty trip. Of course, we all cram into one stall . This potty trip it is just me and GC. BC prefers to go with Dad. GC and I make our way in. I back The Jiggler in [beep, beep, beep] and drag GC in behind me. I straddle the toilet and try to close the door. She's at a stage in her development where her head is just high enough to bang into the toilet tissue dispensers. I usually wind up cramming her head between the stall door and the dispenser, pinball style, a couple of times per trip.
Big green eyes stare up at me in disbelief that she has to deal with a mom that has no concept of spatial relations. After we are safely locked in, we rotate the Jigger around to get the Jiggler protector (the toilet guard tissue). Mrs. A carefully plucks just one (wouldn't want to be wasteful). Gently and daintily I lay the Jiggler protector down. The toilet is competitive, just like the spider and the babies. The toilet feels I should not be a wimp and I should just lay the bare Jiggler down. "Toughen up" the toilet thinks and then it sucks my Jiggler protector down with enough force to render me nude if I were standing closer. GC screams and holds her ears. "The flush is too loud" she wails. In a frenzy to find safe harbor, she winds up bouncing between the Jiggler and the stall door. Well, I'll try this again. Because I like to win. I want to beat the potty at its own game. I lay the protector down, nicey nice, the middle falls in, sets off the super sensitive sensor and… sonic boom flush.
GC is now a little leery of sitting on this insatiable monster that eats the Jiggler protectors so ferociously. What will it do with her teeny, tiny hiney? I am totally unaware of my daughter's concerns. It is me verses the potty. I break out the ultimate weapon. The bare Jiggler. If I can move fast enough, I can hold that protector in place. I'll anchor it down and show that potty who is boss. The potty has had a lot of practice. I move as quick as lightening. Place the protector, swing the Jiggler around, knock into GC who bounces into the toilet tissue dispenser… again. I'm almost there; the bare Jiggler will be safe from all the germs of the 100 gazillion women that have done their business before me. I hear a high pitched whine I'm not fast enough.
My plan will not work. The potty sucks down its favorite treat, for a third time. The Jiggler is not a fast enough anchor…to add insult to my bruised ego and germs to the germs I now get to wear, like a nasty accessory all day long, I get the the "finishing touch." The splash of ice cold potty water. "Aggh!" I let out a little scream. Big green eyes are watching this whole show. Hands covering ears. In her sweet little head, that potty just took a bite of the Jiggler and Mommy was getting sucked down next. She waits. Now, it is her turn.
She bangs her head one more time against the t.p. dispenser in a futile effort to render herself unconscious and avoid being sucked down by the Jiggler protector eating, sonic booming, auto flushing potty. She's unsuccessful and she's up next. I did what all good moms do. I bribed her. With toys, treats and ponies. (Don't tell Mr. A about that last one.)
Well, the potty stop is over. Me and all my new germs start to look for Mr. A. He's so fun to find. On his back he wears enough audiovisual equipment that he can actually broadcast live to news stations if they need him. There's even a satellite dish strapped to his hat. But his cell phone is set to silent and vibrate. He never feels it in his pocket. Finally, we make contact, he smiles at me, happy to be in his favorite place with his family and blissfully unaware that some day… he will own a pony.
In the next chapter.. I really will tell you about the almonds and more about the crushing crowds and a fist fight in the dark!
Well, we are finally home. The Anastasias have decided to spend their one precious day in Epcot. We glimpse "The Big Ball." We have always called it this. Thank God they did not build two Spaceship Earths side by side.
*********Flashback*********
When BC was about four years old we headed to Disney. We had been prepping him for months. We have a Disney sing along video with the song "Right Down the Middle of Main Street USA" He would watch it daily and intently. There was an elaborate dance during the song on the video. It wasn't until just before we left that I found my son crumpled up crying.
"What's wrong sweetie?"
"I haven't learned the dance!"
"You dance beautifully"
"No, the dance I have to do on Main Street! I am not ready yet" *Big sob*
BC thought he had to literally dance down Main Street to get into the parks.
Well, as we drive up to Epcot we ask our sweet dance student in an excited voice, "BC…What is that!" (as the Big Ball comes into view) Pointing at the singular Big Ball he answers in an equally excited voice, "I don't know!!" It was kind of a "you had to be there moment." Trust me, it was funny. Go ahead with a sympathy laugh.
So, The Big Ball is pulling into view. We, of course re-live the funny moment you are trusting me on. However, there's something sinister on this trip to Epcot. It's throbbing, pulsating and threatening. The promise of the April Crowds. We have never faced them before. What will happen inside? Will we still love our sweet property? We're chipper, excited and hopeful. Disney experts, we are. My mother flashes her cast id badge and we park for free. Wow, we have never parked this far back before. Then, there's the game we play in our heads. You know it. You're pulling up to the parking lot trying to figure out what spot you will park in. Will the cars in front of you fill up enough of the row to get you near the tram lane without filling up too much forcing you to drive (and subsequently walk back) the ½ a mile to the tram stop? It's like roulette. We, of course, are the losers in this game. We park in the farthest spot away from the tram. The tram. The tram scam.
Before I tell you about the tram scam, you must learn a little about GC and BC. Our sweet set up with Grandma allows us to bring the kids to Disney so much we feel guilty about it. But… they hate rides. Almost every ride. Their favorite ride is the tram. No joke. They are so excited to ride the tram. There's a people blob waiting for the next tram We join the people blob. No real line just a human amoeba pulsating in the parking lot with the hope of moving fast enough to get on the next tram. We wait. We eye the competition. Babies in strollers are good because they have to get pulled out, stroller collapsed, diaper bag grabbed. Babies are easy marks. Wait, I can't be competitive with babies. That's wrong. (Remember the vacuum? I have a problem.)
So the tram pulls up. We're towards the front of the blob, waiting in a little mini forest and rock garden in the middle of the parking lot. The tram pulls up short. Even the babies beat us to the tram as we trudge past the jet engine noise and visible diesel fumes of the tram engine. Well, serves us right, we were standing kind of sneaky, in the forest. So we nod, and accept our tram waiting punishment. The kids are starting to get upset. BC likes to follow the rules and see an orderly pattern. He's not thrilled with our first attempt to beat the line by sneaking into the forest. We move between the poles. Properly. No more sneaky stuff for us. We wait. More Babies…good, no…Wait, bad.
The next Tram pulls up, and… stops short. It cheats us! We were in the poles! We're parked in the way, way back, at the end of the row! This is the only ride my kids like. Man those freaking babies are fast.
With much grumbling and whining we WALK to the Big Ball. We meet my father and then both my parents help our family get in with their Main Gate passes. We hear the music, we smell the smells. Ahh. We love Epcot. First things first, the potty. The Jiggler has a little problem with some Disney potties. You see, I rarely potty alone. I've mastered the two and three person potty trip. Of course, we all cram into one stall . This potty trip it is just me and GC. BC prefers to go with Dad. GC and I make our way in. I back The Jiggler in [beep, beep, beep] and drag GC in behind me. I straddle the toilet and try to close the door. She's at a stage in her development where her head is just high enough to bang into the toilet tissue dispensers. I usually wind up cramming her head between the stall door and the dispenser, pinball style, a couple of times per trip.
Big green eyes stare up at me in disbelief that she has to deal with a mom that has no concept of spatial relations. After we are safely locked in, we rotate the Jigger around to get the Jiggler protector (the toilet guard tissue). Mrs. A carefully plucks just one (wouldn't want to be wasteful). Gently and daintily I lay the Jiggler protector down. The toilet is competitive, just like the spider and the babies. The toilet feels I should not be a wimp and I should just lay the bare Jiggler down. "Toughen up" the toilet thinks and then it sucks my Jiggler protector down with enough force to render me nude if I were standing closer. GC screams and holds her ears. "The flush is too loud" she wails. In a frenzy to find safe harbor, she winds up bouncing between the Jiggler and the stall door. Well, I'll try this again. Because I like to win. I want to beat the potty at its own game. I lay the protector down, nicey nice, the middle falls in, sets off the super sensitive sensor and… sonic boom flush.
GC is now a little leery of sitting on this insatiable monster that eats the Jiggler protectors so ferociously. What will it do with her teeny, tiny hiney? I am totally unaware of my daughter's concerns. It is me verses the potty. I break out the ultimate weapon. The bare Jiggler. If I can move fast enough, I can hold that protector in place. I'll anchor it down and show that potty who is boss. The potty has had a lot of practice. I move as quick as lightening. Place the protector, swing the Jiggler around, knock into GC who bounces into the toilet tissue dispenser… again. I'm almost there; the bare Jiggler will be safe from all the germs of the 100 gazillion women that have done their business before me. I hear a high pitched whine I'm not fast enough.
My plan will not work. The potty sucks down its favorite treat, for a third time. The Jiggler is not a fast enough anchor…to add insult to my bruised ego and germs to the germs I now get to wear, like a nasty accessory all day long, I get the the "finishing touch." The splash of ice cold potty water. "Aggh!" I let out a little scream. Big green eyes are watching this whole show. Hands covering ears. In her sweet little head, that potty just took a bite of the Jiggler and Mommy was getting sucked down next. She waits. Now, it is her turn.
She bangs her head one more time against the t.p. dispenser in a futile effort to render herself unconscious and avoid being sucked down by the Jiggler protector eating, sonic booming, auto flushing potty. She's unsuccessful and she's up next. I did what all good moms do. I bribed her. With toys, treats and ponies. (Don't tell Mr. A about that last one.)
Well, the potty stop is over. Me and all my new germs start to look for Mr. A. He's so fun to find. On his back he wears enough audiovisual equipment that he can actually broadcast live to news stations if they need him. There's even a satellite dish strapped to his hat. But his cell phone is set to silent and vibrate. He never feels it in his pocket. Finally, we make contact, he smiles at me, happy to be in his favorite place with his family and blissfully unaware that some day… he will own a pony.
In the next chapter.. I really will tell you about the almonds and more about the crushing crowds and a fist fight in the dark!
February 15, 2012
Blake's Cardboard Piano Stop Three
Rhonda is a blogger here http://samsawesomness.blogspot.com/ who has become a dear friend. Her blog is so lighthearted and a ton of fun. Really interactive. When she agreed to host Blake's piano, I knew it would be special. She took his humble piano to some amazing places. Most importantly, she let her baby girl hold it. Please enjoy her visit:
I was very excited to hear that Debra was sending Blake's piano out in to the world to visit us, and visit some of the places we live.
I received the piano on a Saturday afternoon, and my intention was to do my thing on my day off. Well, I got up on Sunday morning and decided that it would be a great day since it was Sunday and the traffic would be light. I asked my daughter who is 8 yrs old if she would like to join me. I showed her the piano, and the book trailer for Poughkeepsie, and explained the piano's role in the story, also what we were going to do. She said, " That's so cool!"
So we set out on a route to a few landmark places here in Memphis. Let me say, I am so glad she went with me, because this wouldn't have been possible without her. It turned out to be a cold and windy morning and when we went down by the Mississippi River I need her to hold this piano. I told her to hold on tight, because I don't want to have to tell Mrs. Debra that this thing blew off into the Mississippi River. Well she held on tight and all went well. Turns out I needed her to hold it quite a bit, she was such a great helper,and we had a blast doing it.
We went to:
Graceland, the home of Elvis Presley. Had to go there!
The National Civil Rights Museum. This is where Dr. Martin Luther king was assassinated, and Later was added on to and made into a museum.
The Mississippi River
Sun studio where some music legends have recorded, and is a national landmark.
I was very excited to hear that Debra was sending Blake's piano out in to the world to visit us, and visit some of the places we live.
I received the piano on a Saturday afternoon, and my intention was to do my thing on my day off. Well, I got up on Sunday morning and decided that it would be a great day since it was Sunday and the traffic would be light. I asked my daughter who is 8 yrs old if she would like to join me. I showed her the piano, and the book trailer for Poughkeepsie, and explained the piano's role in the story, also what we were going to do. She said, " That's so cool!" So we set out on a route to a few landmark places here in Memphis. Let me say, I am so glad she went with me, because this wouldn't have been possible without her. It turned out to be a cold and windy morning and when we went down by the Mississippi River I need her to hold this piano. I told her to hold on tight, because I don't want to have to tell Mrs. Debra that this thing blew off into the Mississippi River. Well she held on tight and all went well. Turns out I needed her to hold it quite a bit, she was such a great helper,and we had a blast doing it.
We went to:
Graceland, the home of Elvis Presley. Had to go there!
The National Civil Rights Museum. This is where Dr. Martin Luther king was assassinated, and Later was added on to and made into a museum.
The Mississippi River
Sun studio where some music legends have recorded, and is a national landmark.
Winner Valentine's Giveaway!
The winner of the giveaway from my blog is: Kryskat!
Congratulations, I'll be in touch.
Congratulations, I'll be in touch.
February 13, 2012
Sam, E and R's Awesomness!: Manday Hotties Hop!
Sam, E and R's Awesomness!: Manday Hotties Hop!: Today's Monday Hottie Inspiration goes out to Debra Anastasia and her Image of one our favorite Characters to her Poughkeepsie Novel. Mr.Be...
February 12, 2012
Smitten With Bad Boy Heroes: Review: Poughkeepsie by Debra Anastasia
Smitten With Bad Boy Heroes: Review: Poughkeepsie by Debra Anastasia: February 12, 2012 Poughkeepsie by Debra Anastasia Genre: Contemporary Romance Publisher: Omnific Publishin...
February 11, 2012
FANGS, WANDS & FAIRY DUST: An Out of Genre Experience:POUGHKEEPSIE author DEB...
FANGS, WANDS & FAIRY DUST: An Out of Genre Experience:POUGHKEEPSIE author DEB...: P O U G H K E E P S I E I would like to welcome Debra Anastasia to today's Out-of-Genre- Experience on Fangs, Wands and Fairy Dust...
