I was looking to see if ALL THAT MATTERS is out anywhere, and I came up with a few links about the book.
I love this first one on Gather:
Click here for Susan B’s review.
Message to Susan B. I’m not a Gather member so I can’t e-mail you–but if you want a to die for raspberry muffin recipe, hit me up in an e-mail.
Here’s a nice print ad if you want to print it on the color printer and take it to the bookstore.
Click for Print Ad.
I’m amazed at all the sites that have ALL THAT MATTERS listed . . .
So I’m remiss in letting everyone know sooner–but my November book is out. It was released via online bookstores a couple of weeks ago. ALL THAT MATTERS should be hitting the walk in stores any day, if not already. I hope you’ll watch for it. The cover depicts fall, with cozy colors. Also, the plot centers around a bakery, so pour a cup of coffee and get a donut. Enjoy!
So I turned 50 in August, and like any good patient, I did as my doctor asked and went in that following week for my first colonoscopy. I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice to say–I ended up in the hospital x-ray room and had to finish things up that way.
My hubby is 52 and a cancer survivor. Did he get his colonoscopy when he turned 50? No. I told him I’d brave the way. Well, after my ordeal, I’m thinking he’s never going to do it. But kudos to him, he made the appointment. I was so drugged during mine, I was sleeping sitting up in a hospital waiting room. When asked by the check in desk, what was wrong with me, my dear husband told them I’m always like that. I sleep sitting up at movies, at dinner, he can park me anywhere and I just doze off. Hah hah. So as pay back during his procedure, I told him I was going to bring popcorn and an Icee to watch him get the ol’ “yeah whoo!” up the rear end.
The doc we had do both our procedures allows a spouse to go in the room with them. When it came time for my husband’s, I went in–but no chow to watch the show. But here’s the deal–he saw how looped I was on the drugs so he opted to go drug-less. That was a first for the nurse in charge. She wanted to give him oxegyn and the doc said, “He’s not using the juice.” Another nurse came in to watch. I think they were like, yeah right–he’ll be screaming like a baby.
Well, they don’t know my husband. He laughed and talked the entire time. He said it was a little uncomfortable, but tolerable. The whole thing was done within 10 to 15 minutes. No problems. He was clean as a whistle–pardon the pun. He got dressed and we left, the nurses baffled on how to release a patient without the juice. The desk nurse said–he can just walk out. There was no recovery room, no “post” scope instructions other than resume your daily activities.
Thirty minutes later, my sweetheart was eating ribs and happy as a clam.
The moral of the story is–get your colonoscopy. They really aren’t so awful. Unless you’re me. But I did it and that hospital procedure I had to do felt like . . . well . . . the picture says it all.
So, seriously, the DTAP shot (tetanus and whooping cough) I had to get the other day (routine) may not have been as big as this bad boy, but my arm is so sore, I can’t sleep at night. I wonder what’s in that thing to make your arm feel as if a UPS truck ran over it. If anyone knows, let me know. Ow.
This was my backyard at sunrise this morning. The clouds were pink and orange. Just gorgeous over the pond with the weeping willows. The ducks were happy. How come my teeth clenched after taking the picture?
I know what fall means. Winter is coming. I hate winter.
Each fall, I rarely enjoy it becaue I know it’s only a few short months away from freezing days, dead lawns, and leaf-less trees. In spite of Thanksgiving and Christmas, I do not like this time of year. I am a sun goddess and need my heat and swimming pool. Winter gives me nothing but long days, dark mornings, freezing temps when I walk to get the mail, and snow. Ugh. I do not like snow.
Maybe I just need to bite the bullet and accept winter is coming. If I do, I can enjoy the beauty of fall. The red and yellow colors, the crispness in the air, the time for cozying up with a book. Baking. An applewood fire burning in the fireplace. I guess I need to embrace fall, but then turn my back on winter and count down the days until spring.
The blue herron doesn’t seem to have a problem with fall. This was him taking off with a frog for his breakfast.
When I moved to Boise in 1992, I was homesick for L.A. during the first ten years. Growing up in the Valley (San Fernando) was all I knew. I mean, honestly–Zuma beach, skiing at Mammoth, the river, great malls. I had it all. When my small town up here got its first Taco Bell it was like wow, hold the phone. I’ve seen big changes in Idaho and now I am happy that I’m an Idahoan. I’ve been here about 16 years.
The one thing that still makes me homesick is the fact I have zero family up here aside from my wonderful daughters. The rest of my clan is in L.A. A sister, my parents, cousins, etc. Until I married Greg, holidays up here were pretty meager–just the three of us girls.
It’s always nice when my parents can come up for a visit. They were here last week. At 75 and 86, they don’t drive up like they used to. Now they use a commercial airline. We had a nice time with them and it’s always good to see mom and pop.
Saying g’bye to the folks at the airport.
My dad knows anything there is to know about cars. He wanted to sit in my hubby’s ’69 Indianapolis Pace Car Camaro SS and pretend he was taking it for a lap around the speedway.