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What is this fascination men have with “outdoing” each other? A few of the guys my dh hangs out with have motorcycles. No big deal. They ride Harleys, Hondas, whatever. Great for them.

Until yesterday.

Another one of my dh’s friends decided it was his turn to get a bike. When the dh found out he got jealous and threw a pity party. Sorry, I didn’t join him. I don’t see the need. Maybe it’s just me.

Anyway, today I took “the kid” out for new jeans. While we are out shopping my cell phone rings. “The guys are coming to get me. I’m gonna go look at bikes.”

Which translates to: I’m going to buy a motorcycle. See you later.

Like I said earlier, maybe it’s me but I don’t see the need to get something just because everyone else has one. I drive a Jeep. NONE of my friends drive Jeeps. I love my Jeep.

I have friends who spend $200-$300 on a purse without blinking an eyelash. I had a hard time spending $50 on the last 1 I bought.

I love the dh with all my heart but am seriously thinking at 44 yrs of age he’s in the crisis era.

That’s my rant for the week. No goals or motivations this time around. Although I am still plugging away at them.

Until next week.

Cheers!

Kayla Janz

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I wanted to wish everyone a happy Valentines Day! Here are a couple of quotes for the romantic in you.

Love doesn’t make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. - Franklin P. Jones

 You don’t love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.  - Anonymous

There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved. - George Sand

 Some say that love is blind, I say that love is the only thing that can truly see. - Unknown

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated it will flow back, and soften and purify the heart. - Washington Irving

Love is like the ocean, the more you venture into it, the more deep you realize it is. - Patrick De Souza

Lynne Logan

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Since tomorrow is Valentines Day, I’ve got roses on my mind. And, I found some interesting facts I’d like to share. Do you think about what color of roses your loved one will send you? I don’t really care what color they are, I just enjoy getting them. However, I guess each color has a meaning. Here are a few of them.

 Red Rose. The most popular of all rose colors, red roses symbolize deep love, romance and passion.  The red rose has long been a symbol of beauty and perfection and can also symbolize courage.  A dark red or burgundy rose depicts a beauty that is uncontrived and unadorned.

White Rose. White roses represents purity and innocence and can also symbolize reverence and humility. They are often used in bridal bouquets as a symbol of spiritual love, unity and new beginnings.

Pink Rose. Pink roses convey a message of elegance, grace and gentleness. Deep pink often signifies appreciation and gratitude while light pink signifies admiration, joy and sweetness.

Yellow Rose.  Yellow roses symbolizes friendship, happiness and warmth. yellow roses can also convey a disire to start anew or give a relationship a second chance after a quarrel or misunderstanding.

Orange Rose. The bright bold color of orange roses represents enthusiasm, energy and desire. orange roses can also convey pride in an accomplishment or celebration of a new beginning or venture.

Purple Rose/Lavender Rose. Lavender or Purple Roses express the feeling of love at first sight. These unique and beautiful roses convey a sense of enchantment or something magical.

Peach Rose. Peach roses can convey many sentiments such as gratitude, appreciation, admiration or sympathy.
They can also conveyfriendship and  socialability. A pale peach rose symbolizes modesty.

Coral Rose. Coral roses represent desire, passion and excitement. It also says “I admire your accomplishments” and represents good fortune.

Blue Rose Symbolize mystery or something desired, but unattainable. Blue roses do not occur naturally and are artifically colored.

Yellow Rose with Red Tips. A yellow rose with red tips symbolize friendship falling into love.

This is just a few, there are many more colors and color combinations and then you get into the number of roses you get. That has a meaning also. If you are interested in knowing more about roses, their colors and color combinations or what the number of roses means, visit the web site of What Roses Mean at www.whatrosesmean.com

While we’re on the subject of roses, and since my publisher is The Wild Rose Press, be sure to visit them and see what’s new in their garden. www.thewildrosepress.com

And my new book, Color Of Dreams, is now on the coming soon list. Check it out in the Faery Rose line.

Thanks,

Dani/aka

Tia Dani

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First, let me say thank you to the Butterscotch Martini Girls for having me as a guest blogger today. And a special thanks to Brit for letting me take her normal Monday blog spot. Thanks, sweetie!

Okay, now a little about me:

I’m Eden Robins. I’m currently published through Cerridwen Press. I like to write paranormals, science fiction, dark fantasy and straight contemporary romances. I also write nonfiction inspirational and if I have the opportunity to write a Modern Day Fairytale here and there, I’ll jump at the chance. I like to listen to alternative or hard rock when I write, but usually prefer silence when I edit. Go figure.

I love the magic of both the sparkling blue ocean and the deep earthy forest, but if I had to pick one it would be the forest. The whispering of pine trees as they sway in the wind brings me unbelievable peace. I love dogs, pugs in particular and am the proud owner of two-Mimi and Jasmine. I really enjoy dancing. I’ve even taken some ball room dancing lessons, but would still not call myself a talented dancer. Yet I have a blast trying! I’ve been taking kickboxing classes for about a year and a half and I thrive on the energy that brings. I’m also a part time faery queen, just visit the Romantic Times Booklovers convention site to learn more. Last, but definitely not least, I’m a mom. Love it, live it, work hard at it.

I’m published in all of the above and am loving every minute of the ride. Okay, almost every minute. But that’s the nature of the beast, isn’t it? As a matter of fact, that’s the nature of life. The yin and the yang. The good and the bad. There can’t be one without the other. That’s balance.

Grrrr….there’s that word again…Balance. It’s one I ponder and obsess over time and time again. I’m trying to find that right fit, where the “weight” of one part of my life stays even with the other.

You’re probably wondering what I’m talking about, so let me explain…

On one side of my computer I have pictures of my children and family and on the other I have reviews, author quotes and some contest wins. Seems odd, yet both inspire me, each in their own way. I want my family to be proud of me, of who I am, of how I live, of what I do, and of what I accomplish. On the other hand, I also stay motivated by looking at the progress of the work I’ve done and the industry’s recognition of that. Both are motivators, both affect my life and my work.

Here’s my conundrum. Family and work, family and work, family and work. I want to give both their due, but it isn’t always so cut and dried. Wish it were. Some days I really wish it were. My family is so important to me. I want it to stay close, harmonized, healthy, loving and productive. My writing is also important to me. I want it o stay harmonized, healthy and productive as well.

But I still juggle both clumsily-sometimes leaning too heavily toward one or the other and losing a ball or two along the way. And I don’t want that. I don’t want to drop any of the balls. Ever.

That, I’m beginning to believe is where the problem lies. Constant perfection isn’t possible. Perfect balance isn’t possible all day, ever day. It just isn’t realistic to think otherwise. So once again, I’m relearning a lesson I thought I had learned. It’s simply this. As either a writer or simply a human being,  perfection is not all it’s cracked up to be. In fact, it’s something that just might crack me up if I continue to believe the notion that I can live up to it.

No, perfection is not the answer and perfect balance is not always possible.

So what’s left?

Well, me of course. Perfectly imperfect me. But that’s not what’s ultimately the most important point of all of this. What is important is what I strive to do as me. I need to strive to be the best family member I can be. The best mom, partner, sister, daughter, aunt, cousin, etc. that I can be. The best I can be. Not the most perfect, but the best I can be. This also means that I need to strive to be the best writer I can be. Not perfect, not without flaws, just the best darn writer, write with my blood, guts and soul that I can be.

Perfection is not me. It’s not something I will be able to live up to in a balanced life. But being the best I can be-now that is doable. That is possible. And that is a goal in itself which I feel will bring balance to my world.

So watch out family–watch out world! The best darn family member/author who writes with her blood, guts and soul that I can be is coming your way!

Okay, now I feel ready to start my week.

How about you?

Eden 

Eden Robins

Dark, Dangerous and Decadent Happily-Ever-Afters  www.edenrobins.com  http://www.myspace.com/edenrobins

AFTER SUNDOWN: ILLUMINATION Coming in 2008! BENEATH A CHRISTMAS MOON December 2007   

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Okay, it’s been a while since I blogged…I know…I know.  But I’m here now.  Okay?  Where have I been?  Well, I’ve been close by, but I’ve been totally dysfunctional when it comes to our lovely new website…yeah, you guessed it…I couldn’t figure out how to get in.  And when I’m stumped by something these days, I often just set it aside in favor of something easier.  That’s what happens as you fill your plate too full.  J  Anyway, sorry to have been so neglectful.  I’ll try to do better now that I’ve figured out how to get in to post my blog.  J

Well, as some of the earlier blogs have mentioned, we spent last weekend working at the Chocolate Affaire.  It was a busy, but fun-packed weekend and we had a number of funny events that took place, but one stands out in my mind and I just had to share it with ya.  But before I tell you what happened, I have to make sure you understand what an ice pick moment is…that’s one of those spaces in time where something “icky” happens that is so vivid in your mind that you’re sure it’s going to take an ice pick to remove the memory.

Our ringmaster extraordinaire, Kayla Janz, had her teenage daughter along for the weekend – a beautiful young lady who is just a treasure.  The Kid spent the weekend pretty much joined at the hip to one BMG after another.  She ran the register, bagged books, climbed ladders, stood on tables to hang lights, fetched drinks (non-alcoholic, of course), and ran many and miscellaneous errands…without a single complaint.  What a kid!

Anyway, the funny moment I wanted to share with ya had to do with The Kid and our hunky cover model, C. J. Hollenbach.  Well, C. J. had spent the day in a pirate’s costume for the sheer enjoyment of all of the female fans.  As it began to get late, he took a quick stroll over to the office and grabbed his clothes so they wouldn’t accidentally get locked up for the night, forcing him to hail a cab in his pirate garb.  Upon returning to the tent where we were set up, C. J. continued to sign autographs and have his picture taken with one adoring woman after another.

As we neared the end of our stint on Saturday night, it was getting late and it was cold…and we were all tired.  The crowd had slowed down and we were starting to pack up the books and fold up the tent, so to speak.  As several of us hovered near one of the back corners of the tent, packing up the cash register, we heard a muffled squeal from behind us.  Turning toward the sound, we found The Kid standing board straight with her eyes huge and round and her hand covering her mouth.  Kayla asked what was wrong and The Kid scurried forward into our midst and squeaked out, “CJ’s changing his clothes behind the tent.  Oh my God, he’s putting his pants on!”

What?  A man in his underwear?  What to do?  Why, it’s the Butterscotch Martini Girls to the rescue!!!!   (We’re working on the costume with the big “B” on the front.  Uh…no jokes, please…it stands for Butterscotch!  My story…remember?)

Anyway, I digress.  Isabella, true to form, gave a throaty chuckle and nonchalantly waved her hand at The Kid.  “Oh, Honey,” she said, “don’t worry about that.  By the time you’re our age, it’ll mean nothing to you.  It’s just a guy putting on his pants.”

The rest of us stared at Isabella like she’d lost her mind.  Tina, craning her neck around the corner of the tent, said, “Are you kidding me?  Hell, I’m looking!”  At which point, we realized we were all craning our necks and looking around the corner of the tent.  Just goes to show you one girl’s ice pick moment is another girl’s fantasy.

The bottom line is that the kid recovered, the old broad got an eyeful, and all’s well that ends well.  That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.  Hang on tight now, ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,

Kayce

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