My Mom and the house she loved too much.

My mom is fey. I believe it has always been passed down on the matriarchal side of
the family. My mom had fiery red natural colored hair, naturally curvy it was one
of her biggest prides. It's white as snow now. She has misty morning green eyes with
flecks of amber in them. She loves the color Kelly Green and tends toward the Irish
side of her ancestry. She was a flirt and hung out at the USO. My father saw her
and fell in love before he even spoke to her. He always had this strong sense of
needing to take care of her. They always owned beautiful homes. My father worked
hard for the government and he had to change where we lived frequently to move up
the corporate ladder.

They were living in Virginia, my mom loved that home. It had five bedrooms, (six
kids), lots of bathrooms and a huge yard where my mother grew plants in an almost
magic way. No matter what she put in the ground it bloomed and grew as if just to
please her. When she put the house up for sale she would kick everyone out and even
comb the rug so the house looked immaculate when potential buyers would come.
That house loved my mother too. Nothing broke and the many time she was alone with
us on my fathers business trips, she was always safe and snug.

So she finally sold the house and trustingly she left with us all to go be with my
father and never worried the closing would go well with their lawyer there. At the
last minute the people demanded my parents come down $10,000 or they would back
out. My parents were blown away. What rats? In the end they had to take the deal,
heck they were already moved. My mother stewed, and smoldered about it, for weeks
and then she broke down and decided to make a spell. She didn't do it often, all
she could do was negative things and she had to be very emotionally charged. Boy
was she.

She lay in bed that night and left her body, she traveled back to her old home in
Annandale, Virginia, and walked the still empty house. Putting unhappiness and depression
everywhere, she cursed the home and it's occupants. She traveled back into her body
and satisfied, fell asleep. There would be no happiness for those crooks in my mother's
home.

Eventually as time passed, so did her anger and she forgot about it. It was three
or four years later that she heard from one of her old neighbors. The woman asked

if she could give my mom's phone number to the people that owned the house now. They

needed her help. It seems that the people who first bought the house divorced within
six months and every family since and I think there was three of them, all ended
in the same boat. That's four divorced families. The woman who owned the house said
that it was full of anger and hate and it was contagious. She and her new husband
began to fight the minute they moved in.

My mom went back to the house that night. She walked it and did the best she could
to suck back up all the negative vibes she'd left behind. Then went back home. The
couple went on to have three children and still live in the home today. I have inherited
some of her abilities and I can't cast good spells either. I once tried my hand a crystal
scrying. I used the best full of windows natural rainbow crystal ball available.
I saw a friends face and it turned to a skull, he was dead in month, so I stopped
that. And there was the scary incidents with the Ouija board as a teen. So I don't
do anything like that anymore. Not a good idea. But that’s another story~

A Special Soul Passed On

Last nite I lost a precious thing. My dear friend Sharon Donovan. Sharon had a zest for life. Her heart was so big it got damaged. I like to think it's because the love just was too much for it. She came into my life at time when I needed her. Like a bright light that gave me hope and courage. For no one had the courage my friend Sharon had.
It was a thrill when Lyn contacted me and told me they wanted me on their blog. Me? Why me? I had a feeling come over me that I will treasure forever. They liked me for who I am. Because in the past I have had a lack of self confidence and they wanted me! Of all the people they could have asked they asked me!
It was a defining moment for me. Our friendship bloomed. I tend to get a little crazy and Sharon would guide me right back into sense. No Mary, I don't think you should have a centaur drop me into a pile of horse manure. Thanks. As she proceeded to shove my face into a punch-bowl on the Author Roast and Toast Blogspot. She was part of the concept which began with her friend Lulu. Sharon went on to other things, she had a bit of an imp in her and murder just didn't fit into the Inspirational Genre. No matter what she wrote she wrote with all she had in her. She was a writer who could grab you into a story and you had to fight to remember the time once you started one.
She created the popular character Oliver whose existence became her exclusive right. Generously she made Oliver a famous part of the AR&T blog and as long as it's alive I think Oliver will be alive too. But that is a decision for her family.
Sharon had been blind from type I diabetes. It set her back, it took away her dreams of a family and yet she came back with a vengeance. She took a course so that she could learn to use her software and write. Despite having to give up her first love of painting, she didn't give up. She truly had the soul of an a talent. I can imagine what she would have accomplished given more time. And yet I shake my head with amazement at what she had already done. She told it like she saw it. Her story about her struggle is a touching piece of work that just blew me away.
When I felt sorry for myself she would cheer me. How guilty I feel for even complaining to her when she had to carry her heart in a  heavy bag. I never imagined that a tiny person, less then a hundred pounds, could have the strength she had to endure the torture she put up with in hopes of being free again.
Her bucket list included a cruise with the FRW chapter. She was two months from it when she had her first heart attack. Despite a small stroke which made her unable to type with both hands, she continued to push out stories and blogs and emails and...unbelievable. She loved her family, she loved Roses, she loved life.
How do you sum up Sharon Donovan in just a blurb. She was a woman who never let life's problems stop her from anything. She had it, that special thing that made her inspire people to be happy. She really cared. She really did.
So I am gonna remember the girl who kept throwing me into the punch bowl or worse, and I loved every second of it.

I'll be back soon!

I'll be draggin' myself back soon!  In the meantime!

TELL ME THIS WON'T HAPPEN TO US!!!
>
> Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96, live in a house together.  One
> night the 96-year-old draws a bath.  She puts her foot in and pauses. 
> She yells to the other sisters, 'Was I getting in or out of the bath?'
>
> The 94-year-old yells back, 'I don't know.  I'll come up and see.' 
> She starts up the stairs and pauses, 'Was I going up the stairs or
> down?
>
> The 92-year-old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening
> to her sisters, she shakes her head and says, 'I sure hope I never get
> that forgetful, knock on wood.'  She then yells, 'I'll come up and
> help both of you as soon as I see who's at the door.'
> TELL ME THIS WON'T HAPPEN TO US!!!
>
> Three retirees, each with a hearing loss, were playing golf one fine
> March day.  One remarked to the other, “Windy, isn't it?”
>
> “No,” the second man replied, “it's Thursday.”
>
> And the third man chimed in, “So am I.  Let's have a beer.”
>
>
> TELL ME THIS WON'T HAPPEN TO US!!!
>
> A little old lady was going up and down the halls in a nursing
> home.  As she walked, she would flip up the hem of her nightgown and
> say“Supersex.”
>
> She walked up to an elderly man in a wheelchair.  Flipping her gown
> at him, she said, “Supersex.”
>
> He sat silently for a moment or two and finally answered, “I'll take
> the soup.”
> TELL ME THIS WON'T HAPPEN TO US!!!
>
> Now this one is just too Precious...LOL!
>
> Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades.  Over the
> years, they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. 
> Lately, their activities had been limited to meeting a few times a
> week to play cards.
>
> One day, they were playing cards when one looked at the other and
> said, “Now don't get mad at me.  I know we've been friends for a long
> time, but I just can't think of your name!  I've thought and thought,
> but I can't remember it.  Please tell me what your name is.”
>
> Her friend glared at her for at least three minutes; she just stared
> and glared at her.  Finally she said, “How soon do you need to know?” 
>
> TELL ME THIS WON'T HAPPEN TO US!!!
>
> As a senior citizen was driving down the freeway, his car phone
> rang.
> Answering, he heard his wife's voice urgently warning
> him, “Herman, I just heard on the news that there's a car going the
> wrong way on Interstate 77.   Please be careful!”
>
> “Heck,” said Herman, “It's not just one car.  It's hundreds of
> them!”
> TELL ME THIS WON'T HAPPEN TO US!!!
>
> Two elderly women were out driving in a large car--both could barely
> see over the dashboard.  As they were cruising along, they came to an
> intersection. The stoplight was red, but they just went on through.
>
> The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself 'I must be losing
> it.  I could have sworn we just went through a red light.'  After a
> few more minutes, they came to another intersection and the light was
> red.  Again, they went right through.  The woman in the passenger seat
> was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned
> that she was losing it.  She was getting nervous.
> At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was red and they
> went on through.  So, she turned to the other woman and
> said, “Mildred, did you know that we just ran through three red lights
> in a row?  You could have killed us both!”
>
> Mildred turned to her and said, “Oh, crap, am I driving?”

Sharon Donovan Rocks The Publishing World with 'Her Biggest Fan'

My good friend Sharon Donovan is not able to promote her new release, 'Her Biggest Fan', is released today. Sharon cannot promote her book due to illness and I want the world to know how wonderful a story she has created. I say created, because her mind just amazes me, she can do it all! Well let her book speak for itself!

HER BIGGEST FAN - release date 24th September 2010

From the shadows of the woods, he keeps vigil. The stage is set to drive the pretty little princess insane. He’s coming for her. And when he catches her, he’ll pounce on her like the big bad wolf.
After receiving a disturbing fan letter, New York Times best-selling author Tess Kincaid flees to the New England home she’s inherited following her father’s death. The manor has been tainted, every room staged to resemble the way it was in its glory days. However when Tess calls the police, the chilling props vanish into thin air.
Ruggedly handsome Sheriff Mike Andretti is called to investigate the reported burning candles, dancing gargoyles and otherworldly events. When he discovers no trace of the eerie setting, he finds himself caught between duty and desire. Is the woman with the bewitching green eyes delusional or is this a trap of twisted wit set by a demented fan?
(Pages 278) Sensual
ISBN: 1-60154-813-3
Excerpt:

Cool air drifted out of the ballroom, carrying the scent of burning candles and cigarettes. Music floated through the corridor, the seductive undertone hauntingly familiar. The music was hypnotic, mesmerizing. Tess could barely think over the loud beat of her heart.
Every sense screamed to beware. She was about to come face-to-face with her stalker, her biggest fan. But over the hammering of her heart and accelerated senses, her will to put an end to this deadly game prevailed. She had to face him, find out who was behind this bizarre masquerade. Anticipation mounting, she made the turn at the end of the corridor and came to a riveting halt.
A female wax gargoyle stood in the doorway, long blonde hair billowing in the breeze. Her glass eyes shimmered with madness, an eerie smile on her face. In one hand, she held a mission bell, the other reaching out for a candle.
Music played from the old phonograph, the plucking of guitar strings laced with seduction. A breeze blew in through open terrace doors, stirring the sweet scent of jasmine from the candelabras.
Two wax nymphs stood at the bar, glass eyes shining bright in the candlelight, pliable fingers wrapped around flutes of pink champagne. Lit cigarettes burned in ashtrays. From behind the bar, a winged monster served drinks.
In the center of the ballroom, two gargoyles held a pose as if they were dancing, their waxy bodies closely pressed together, their reflections glowing in the mirrored ceiling. From the old phonograph in the corner, the hypnotic music played.
Tess gasped, her hand clasping her mouth. “Oh, my God!”
Mike raised his gun, circled the room. “Come out with your hands up. Hancock County Sheriff. Put your hands where I can see them.
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/her-biggest-fan-p4234.html?zenid=f3c41bab65e544378926cef26195f5e8


Sharon's book is well worth reading. I can't stand the suspense!
Get better and sell a million!
Love you Sharon!!!




Friends do that you know!

If I Could Have Any Man I Wanted!

Yes a difficult choice isn't it?

Have a great day and enjoy the hot hero type!

Now tell me who doesn't love a hot cowboy in your latest read?

Or any outdoorsey type of hunk?

Maybe he's like the guy next door?

He could be in law enforcement...

Or the bad boy we all were attracted to at one time or another,

 A very hot looking actor?

Any one of many guys to make a good day dream. But my personal favorite is...... Josh Halloway is mighty fine looking for a hero type. A highlander for me! How about you? Gerard Butler is Jamie! The videos... Ah yes, Gerard Butler, a very good looking guy. Yes, he'd make a great Jamie. What do you think? I can't choose between the two of them so which one should I choose?                                                                          In my dreams huh??