Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Monday, 28 January 2013
Man, do I live a dull life. And I mean that in a good way. For all of my snarky comments and sarcastic, the-glass-is-always-half-empty view of life, I look at this as a positive. I may boo hoo like Rosie the Robot from the Jetsons—oh please, you do too know who I’m talking about—but it’s okay. Someone has to play Eeyore to your Pollyanna (Holy pop culture, Batman! How many more fictional characters can I squeeze into a paragraph?).
Thursday, 24 January 2013
So, the other day, a telemarketer called. I had purchased something and ended up with a “free three-month trial.” (Oooo…) Now they had a six-month special (only $4.95/month instead of $14.95) if I would give them my credit card number right now. The conversation went something like this:
Me: But I’m not sure if I want to subscribe for another six-months or not.
Telemarketer: If you don’t, you’ll be paying $14.95.
Me: Not if I don’t re-up after the three months is up. Besides which, I know what will happen. After the six months is up, you’ll start charging me the $14.95 unless I call you to cancel, which most likely won’t happen as I’ll forget about it until I see the next bill. Then I’ll be on the phone for hours trying to get a refund and it cancelled. Can I pay by check?
Telemarketer: Of course, you can pay by check. We will send you an invoice, but so you know, you will be charged a minimal fee of $2 for paying by check.
Me: What? You are going to charge me $2 for paying by check when you are soliciting my business? Seriously? I own my two businesses, and I don’t charge people for patronizing them, especially if I’m asking them to buy my products.
And this type of thing drives me nuts. We want your business but we are going to charge extra for that business if you wish to pay by check. What? I like paying by check. I’m not a fan of charging up my credit card. I know this has been going on for some time, but the principal of it irks me. When did it become okay for businesses to charge a customer for using checks to pay their bills?
For instance, take car insurance companies. They’ve been doing this for years. If you pay in increments, you are charged more. Okay, I get that. This is to encourage you to pay for an entire year upfront. However, why am I being charged a $2 processing fee if I pay by increments. Isn’t processing just part of business expenses? Heck, they even charge that if you use a credit card.
The same thing happens with the bank. I like getting my checks returned, but I can’t get them anymore. I can get copies of my checks back for $2/month fee. So, it went from that being part of my statement to having to pay to have copies all on one or two sheets of paper returned? Are they or are they not my checks? I mean, didn’t I have to buy them? I’m okay with buying them, not so much with paying to have them returned to me. And the banks are pushing to go paperless with statements--to save the environment… like they really care. It’s about saving the money from printing and mailing those statements. You can print them yourself, of course, but if you don’t, they only keep three years online. Statute of limitations is seven years. Of course, you can get the older statements… for a fee. (Most likely $2, but, hey, when you need them, only $10/statement.)
How much can we screw you without you leaving us? Apparently, quite a bit, as all of them do the exact same thing. When something is required either by law or just to live (not that you can’t live without a bank account, but it sure makes life a lot harder), choices are slim and their “we want your business but” is legal highway robbery. All right, so $2 isn’t highway robbery, but it adds up quickly and, in my opinion, shitty.
Of course, I can live without the subscription, so, yeah, the answer is no.
Monday, 21 January 2013
So, around Thanksgiving, Charlie and I went to see Skyfall in the movie theaters. He was hot (Get your minds out of the gutter, people!) to see it, and I was, eh, not so hot, but willing. We did the whole date night thing, which we rarely get to do as, well, we are parents. Anyone who is a parent understands what I am saying.
The theater was relatively empty, but the opening rush had past and we went on a weeknight. (You take what you can get, right?) I'd say about a third of the audience were women.
Something had gotten up my butt. I don't remember what, but I remember being irritated about something. (Obviously of little importance or I'd still be ranting about it in my head. LOL) As I sat there, peeved and grumpy, the previews came on. Each succeeding preview was more violent than the last, and I wondered, "Why are they showing all of these horrible previews (Eg. Django Unchained directed by Quentin Tarantino, etc.)? Aren't there any nice romantic comedies that I would like to see?" As the fifth preview started to play, a light bulb clicked in my head and I realized where I was and what movie I was about to see. And I laughed. Well, duh! Of course, they are going to show violent, testosterone-filled trailers. Not that a third of the audience would watch it, but, hey, maybe we would. (Not in this life, I wouldn't anyway. You'd have to tie me down and prop my eyelids open to make me watch any of them.)
So, before the movie even started, my mood had traveled south. Of late, I've been more disappointed by movies I've seen than pleasantly surprised or happy. Actually, that's been for the past several years.
Overall, it was a typical James Bond movie. Daniel Craig is good, of course. But the movie is all about him aging and perhaps not being able to do what he could do in his youth. Scotland Yard wants to get rid of him because he's "too old." They want M to retire because her methods are too archaic. The ones who want this to happen aren't in the trenches and have no idea what they are talking about. (Isn't this always the case? People who have no idea make decisions they shouldn't be making.) Of course, when Bond saves their ass, they change their tune. He may not be as young, but he has more experience than his younger cohorts. Needless to say, he proves them wrong because age and treachery always prevail over youth and skill. (grin) It's interesting to note that the bad guy is also "old" compared to the young kids trying to track him down. And the kids can't find him because he too outsmarts the young "geniuses." It's up to Bond to defeat him. Of course, he does, but not without a steep price.
First, I have to say I wasn't enamored of the whole "Bond is too old" thing going on here. When I go to a Bond movie I expect certain things: action, adventure, gratuitous sex not refined upon (Because Bond always sleeps with the women.), chauvinism, and a happy "Bond" ending. The chauvinism bothers me more now than ever before. But the plot line? Um, okay. HAHAHAHAHA Most action adventure movies don't seem to have that great of a plot, in my opinion.
Still, it was a fun movie…if you don't include the things that bothered me…
SPOILER ALERT. IF YOU PLAN TO SEE THIS MOVIE, YOU MAY WANT SKIP TO "END SPOILER."
- The beginning. It felt very British. Nothing wrong with that, I suppose, as Bond is British after all, but it was that slow sort of British you don't expect from a Bond movie. For example, they spent a good 15 minutes on him wallowing Hemingway-esque in a bar in some tropical paradise upset that M had ordered the other agent to shoot (the agent missed the target and hit Bond instead). I wondered if the movie would ever move forward.
- Despite the fact that this same agent eventually saves his life at least once, he still tells her—yes, her—she'd be a better desk agent than a field agent. (rolling eyes—because men never make mistakes.)
- There were a few issues that were either hokey or irritating when they finally return to Skyfall (his ancestral home in the highlands) to wait for the bad guys to come after them. First, his home has been sold because they thought he was dead. So, he's destroying someone else's property, but no one seems to mind. Second, the old groundskeeper is conveniently around to help when they arrive. Third, and this inconsistency really bothered me, was during the fight scene between the bad guy and his men and Bond, M, and the groundskeeper. One moment, it's early afternoon outside, and, the next, it's pitch black. Now, mind you, I am aware that in the mountains night can and does fall quickly, but it does not go from early afternoon light to pitch black in seconds. I am not kidding when I say, "Seconds." One moment you are outside and it's light. They cut to inside and through the windows it's suddenly seven o'clock at night in winter in the highlands. This was not the worse offense for me, though. The worst offense is coming next.
- The final thing that bothered me enough to say something was how after M dies in Skyfall's chapel, the new M is a man, and his new assistant is the female agent whom Bond told she'd be better at the desk. The feminist in me did not like this at all. Yes, I know they are trying to return to more of the original Bond, but these were written in 1953. The societal opinions of the time when it comes to women are less than optimal. We have a hard enough combating these prejudices without seeing this crap in the movies.
That last one is my biggest complaint really. I feel like we've fallen backward. Why couldn't the bad agent have been a man? Oh, wait! Then Bond wouldn't have been able to sleep with him… Um, well, maybe he could, although he might lose a few fans. (grin) Of course, Bond sleeps with a few other women, so why does he need to sleep with the agent who should be at a desk? And why couldn't have the new M's secretary have been a man?
That being said, it was still entertaining and I'd still recommend it for people who enjoy action/adventure and/or Bond films. I was on the edge of my seat most of the time, and, if Charlie is to be believed, I did a lot of jumping and squealing. I know I hid my eyes a few times, but didn't realize I was squealing. (Apparently, I am as much fun to watch as the screen at these types of movies. Yes, I am a wimp. I admit it. LOL)
The best part of the movie is the soundtrack by Adele. Fabulous, fabulous music!
So, I give the movie a B overall rating. Worth seeing, entertaining, but not stunning. In short, the typical Bond movie.
Saturday, 19 January 2013
by Deena Remiel
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Today - Four Strong Women http://fourstrongwomen.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-dreaded-blank-page-and-giveaway.html
January 21st - Silken Sheets and Seduction http://
January 30th - Trinity Blacio's website - http://www.trinityblacio.com/blog
Tuesday, 15 January 2013
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Monday, 14 January 2013
First I want
to thank the Four Strong Women for allowing me to visit today. And thank you
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something to love in every season. And as the weather changes, so does our need
for new settings in the stories we love to read.
The sweet breath of spring gives new life to the world
where you live, the weather is mild and animals come out of hibernation to seek
the sun. It’s all new love with baby bunnies and daffodils. Nature lends a hand
to show how fun being together can be. Living in Texas, we get a
lot of sun and one-hundred degree days.
romances and sex on the beach make for exciting reading.(andlovin’ if you’re
lucky) Sultry heroes wiping the sweat from his brow and voluptuous heroines in
skimpyswimsuitssunning by crystal water are all fantastic images of romance in
But when the
weather turns colder and the leaves change and fall, what is more romantic than
a stroll in the woods or sitting in front of a lazy fire. Drinking apple cider
snuggled next to the one who keeps you warm.
The hero and
heroine in my latest release, The Driver’s Seat, find themselves snowed in
during an ice storm, and they discover simple ways to keep warm…and occupied in
the wintery blast. **wicked chuckle**
romance set in the winter. Snow on the ground and the warmth of the holidays
lend themselves to closeness with friends and family. It’s one time of the year
I don’t want to be alone—although with three kids and a husband it’s hard to
ever be alone. But what better time and place to find love than on a cold
So what about
you, what do you love about winter and why?
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latest release – The Driver’s Seat.
The Driver’s Seat
Seattle Attorney, Belenda “Len”
McCreevy has had one hellacious week, but when her battery dies during an ice
storm in backwoods Wyoming, it only gets worse. The resort-bound Len is rescued
by Jack, local mechanic with a Matthew McConaughey smile and a truck load of
dominate appeal that has her hormones raging. It soon becomes clear he’s
looking to service more than just her car, but while the man might be good with
his hands, Len’s determined to maintain control and be on her way.
Against his better judgment, Jack
agrees to let the stubborn woman drive off in the middle of the winter squall
with the understanding that if he has to pull her out of a ditch, he'll also
spank her ass.
When Len careens off the road, more
than just her car crashes at rock bottom. She swallows her pride and calls the
only man who can help.
Stuck in the storm, the two find
they have more in common than lust. But will Jack’s secret destroy their
growing love and take him out of the driver’s seat?
“Thank you, Pete. I appreciate your help.”
He dangled her keys. She grabbed them and walked
to the door as fast as she could without appearing to run.
His sexy drawl seduced her ears just before she
opened the door. “But darlin’, if I do have to dig you out of a ditch, I
promise I will toss you over my knee, pull your panties down, and tap that ass until you can’t sit.”
She spun around to glare at him. Anger burned in
her chest along with a host of other, more erotic, emotions she wasn’t about to
confront. Using the one weapon that always produced success, she flashed her
best sexy smile. “I’m not wearing panties.”
A bold-faced lie that worked like a charm. His
eyes rolled back in his head and closed as he tried to control the desire that
flashed over his rugged features. He took a deep breath, and she noticed the
seams on the crotch of his pants looked a little strained.
She smiled in satisfaction. Worked every time.
But then he was on her, pinning her against the
glass door with his massive body. The entry bell jangled with the force. She
couldn’t catch her breath. His hands roamed her sides, touching and grazing.
She couldn’t move and didn’t want to. The heat of him lit her on fire, and
every place their bodies met ignited a flame.
He buried his nose in her hair and blew a moist
breath in her ear. “Won’t that make it easy then?”
The lazy drawl sliced through her like a sharp
knife into tender flesh. Goosebumps rose over her arms and the skin on the back
of her neck tightened. Her nipples hardened and pressed into his chest. His
presence crowded and demanded more space, making her shrink, but the door held
her in check. He flattened her upper body against the glass as he fit her lower
body snugly to him.
Her head dropped back and banged the door as his
iron-hard erection bored into her hip. She still couldn’t get enough breath,
and the sound of her panting shocked her.
She should’ve been scared or, at the very least,
alarmed, but all she could feel was the pulsing between her legs. And his
obvious regard against her hip.
He slipped his hands around to her back and cupped
her ass, holding her firmly. His lips feathered down her neck then traveled to
her mouth. He placed the softest, sweetest, lingering kiss on her lips. Her
knees turned to goo. If he hadn’t been holding her up with his body weight, she
would’ve slithered to the floor. Hot didn’t do him justice. Molten worked
better. His mouth was soft, but insistent. Hard but gentle. A contradiction she
could spend a lifetime analyzing. But right now she just needed to enjoy.
He pulled away and said in a husky voice that
concentrated the firestorm between her legs, “Sure I can’t convince you to
Major is a writer, philosopher and part-time sexual adventurer (at least in her
mind). She loves exploring limits and unleashing her imagination to create
worlds of pleasure...and pain.
along for the ride. And if the flames get too hot...embrace the burn.
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Monday, 7 January 2013
Friday, 4 January 2013
|Our basement went from this|
|To this in two days.|
I got website updates accomplished.
Other sundry promotional stuff was completed, and even a couple of blog posts into the mix.
There has been family movie time:
|I need to know when this series starts up again, because damnit, how the hell did he do that????|
|Will always be among my top kids' movies. Love this to pieces. Hiccup is awesome.|
|Can't decide if it's the steampunk or the chemistry that appeals...|
And all this since we returned home after Christmas.
I've even submitted a short story (oh, and written it) so it's time for my inner critic to shut the hell up and accept that the emo artist girl is actually an efficient, accomplished and well rounded professional.