Monthly Archives: November 2013

Happy Thanksgiving!

Just a quick note to say


to everyone that celebrates it! Enjoy your day.



And thanks to qafmaniac for the artwork!


News and Update

And…I’m BACK! I had no idea I’d be gone for so long : (((((

The move was exhausting. It’s good to be back in the States, but there are a lot of things we miss about Germany. Our kid misses school and friends and we ALL miss the sushi restaurant we used to go to on Saturdays – the ones here, just aren’t the same : (

We ended up spending a little too much time with family and by the time my in-laws finally left we were completely family’d out. We’re just about ready to see them again, good thing since the in-laws are coming for Thanksgiving LOL.

However, our house is beautiful! We are right on the water, and every day I sit at the table and write, looking right out onto an inlet – it truly is gorgeous and we are very lucky.

On a beautiful day –  photo IMG_0254.jpg

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On a day after a bunch of rain at high tide /o\

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Our living room – all done!

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As most of you know, we had to put our dog to sleep right before we left. After almost 6 months we finally decided we were ready for a new dog and after LOADS of research and numerous visits to local area shelters, we found Skye – the newest addition to our household.

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Halloween was fun – we even managed to decorate a little bit.

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And now we’re gearing up for Thanksgiving!

I’ve been writing – mostly fanfic stuff because I was so busy getting the house in order I couldn’t really concentrate on anything original – too much brain power LOL. BUT I did do some significant work on a sequel to my very first published story – A Watched Demon Always Boils – the other day – I’m really excited. So we’ll see how it goes.
I’m going to try to do regular posts every Thursday from now on, excluding holidays 😀

Hope to see you back here next week, when *gasp* you’ll FINALLY get to see the pictures from Venice!

Time to run.

Have a great weekend!


Veteran’s Day

I totally ganked this from Minxie.

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service:
a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.

Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding
a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg –
or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul’s
ally forged in the refinery of adversity.

Except in parades, however, the men and women who
have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.

You can’t tell a vet just by looking. What is a vet?

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi
Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored
personnel carriers didn’t run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks,
whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a
hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of
exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She – or he – is the nurse who fought against futility
and went to sleep sobbing every night for
two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another –
or didn’t come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat –
but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account
rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to
watch each other’s backs.

He is the parade – riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons
and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the
ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns,
whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever
preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor
dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield
or in the ocean’s sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket –
palsied now and aggravatingly slow – who helped liberate a
Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were
still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being –
a person who offered some of his life’s most vital years in
the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions
so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness,
and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on
behalf of the finest, the greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country,
just lean over and say Thank You. That’s all most people need,
and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could
have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot,

author- Father Denis Edward O’Brien