Hi Readers,
Remember those lovely, funny tales I shared with you about my deer hunter hubby during Thanksgiving? Well, I was sitting here thinking of some of the funny things he's done over the years we've shared...belive me, he's done plenty.
Now you'd have to be acquainted with my hubby to know him and that's really easy to do. He never meets a stranger and I swear to God, he can talk more and faster any woman I know.
He doesn't really care what the subject's about, as long as he gets to talk.
This particular time, we were on vacation. We'd been to Las Vegas and on our way back home. We were somewhere in Arizona. It was hot, dry, but I love the hot weather. And I love to stop at every souvenir gift shop along the way.
I'd sweet talked hubby into taking the next exit so I could check out the Native American Dolls, rugs, jewelry or whatever other interestings things I could find...
Well of course, man style, he didn't really want to look around, but he loves me, and I did, so he caved...
Anyway, we get out and walk into this little building and there sat two little boys, alone inside the very small shop...They looked to be about 10 and 12...very quiet, and I figured maybe just a little scared of two strangers...I tried to chat with them a little, but they were pretty unresponsive...except for watching every move we made, they had nothing to say.
Well, not one to admit defeat, or pass up an opportunity to talk, dear hubby doesn't take things like this lying down and he could drag words out of a corpse.
Out of the blue, he stopped browsing, turned to eye the wide-eyed little boys and says, "How come you boys aren't fishing?"
I turned and I know my mouth had to be gaping wide open. I glanced at the little boys and they were staring at dear hubby like they thought he was insane. The oldest boy said very solemnly, "Ain't no water, ain't no fish."
My hubby looked completely bamboozled by this. "No water, no fish?"
"Hon." I stepped up beside him, laughing. "We're in the middle of the desert...there's no fish here, no water, at least not right here."
"Oh. I forgot we're in the desert. I guess you boys can't go fishing."
Amazingly, those two kids came out from behind the counter and started chatting with hubby...about fishing, not fishing...etc...We spent a good hour there talking to them and even bought a rug...but I can still see the looks on their faces, their big and round when dh asked them why they weren't fishing...
You'd have had to be there and saw everyone's expressions to really appreciate this tale, but I hope you've enjoyed this cute and funny story a little...
Happy Reading,
Tabs
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
LOVE IS IN THE AIR!!!
Wonderful news this Christmas Day...My granddaughter Tabitha got engaged. She shared this exciting news with me this morning, and I'd like to this moment to share it with you and to welcome her fiance, Jordan into the family.
Tabitha also shared a picture of her engagment ring with me...
The couple haven't set a date yet, but are thinking about a fall wedding. Congratulations, Tabitha and Jordan. May your future be bright and blessed always. Love, MiMi
Friday, December 18, 2009
EXCERPT FROM PLAYING FOR KEEPS BY JAYDYN CHELCEE
Good Morning Readers,
Today I thought you might enjoy an excerpt from Playing For Keeps, book four in the Montana Men series coming soon from Moongypsy Press. This excerpt is Rated-R for language. If you're under 18, please leave this site and do not read excerpts....Thank you and Happy Holidays to all,
Jaydyn Chelcee/Tabitha Shay
ALL MATERIAL IS COPYRIGHTED AND THE PROPERTY OF AUTHOR AND MOONGYPSY PRESS.
EXCERPT/PLAYING FOR KEEPS/CHELCEE
He flinched when he felt the wet warmth trickle down his arm. He stifled a curse. Moving around had caused the knife wound to start bleeding again. Earlier, he’d packed the site with some four-by-four gauze pads he carried in a first aid kit under the seat, but the wound needed suturing, front and back.
Tired, Duel rubbed a hand down his face. At this rate, he was going to bleed to death. He had to get somewhere and get the injury sutured. First things first. In seconds, he’d taken care of watering the bushes and returned to the car.
“Who are you?” she asked immediately. “Or rather, what are you? Are you an assassin? Black ops? Secret agent? CIA?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes bugged. “You’re going to kill me?”
“Probably. I’m thinking about it.” From the look on her face, she believed him. Duel snorted. “Look lady, I think you’re more apt to kill me, and damned near succeeded with that fucking butcher knife. Do you wanna pee or not? Otherwise, we’re outta here, and I’m not stopping again until the car needs fuel.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I need to...you know, but not with these handcuffs on.”
“They aren’t coming off for any reason.”
“Then you’ll have to wipe me, I’m not drip drying.”
“Jesus Christ. All right. I’ll take off the friggin’ cuffs, but you try anything funny, I’ll knock your lights out again.”
She muttered something about the legitimacy of his birth. In spite of the headache settling between his eyes, Duel grinned and fished the key to the cuffs from his shirt pocket. He got back out of the car, circled the hood and opened her door. “Turn around and face me.” He guided her out of the car and helped her steady herself.
She shuddered when her bare feet hit the icy ground. “Ouch.”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s something in my right foot.”
“Something?”
“I stepped on something in my back yard. A piece of glass, I suppose.”
“What happened to your shoes?” He unfastened the cuffs and pointed in the general area he wanted her to go.
She limped a short distance, paused, and hiked her straight skirt up past her knees. “Turn around.”
Duel folded his arms across his chest though it hurt like hell. “Huh-uh. I’m not turning my back on you even for a second.”
“What can I do?” she argued. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. I have no shoes, no coat. I’m not totally insane. And I cannot pee with you watching.”
He massaged his forehead. "You better make water and make it fast." Impatience threaded his voice. “I hear any other sound but running water coming out of you I’ll be on you like weeds in a flower bed.”
“Good grief, there are other bodily functions, you know, besides making water.”
“You know what I mean. I’m talking about escape noises, like running through the bushes, not―not―you know―explosive little gas noises.”
“You need to let me go. When my brother gets finished with you, you won’t have a strip of hide left on you.”
“Your brother? Lady, I’m shaking in my boots.”
“Do you have any idea who I am? Who my brother is?”
“Does this look like a face that cares? No, I don’t know who your brother is. And I don’t care who you or your brother are. Get your business done and stop stalling. No one is coming to rescue you.”
Flayme shivered. Goose bumps stood up on her arms. He was probably right. Her brother wouldn’t give her the time of day, let alone try to have her rescued. She eyed her captor’s broad shoulders as he reluctantly turned his back. She waited a moment to make certain he wasn’t going to make any sudden moves, then she slid the thong down far enough so she could pee. “I need tissue.”
“No. Are you finished?”
“Yes, but I told you, I’m not drip drying. That’s just…yucky.”
“Get your drawers up and come on. I’m tired. I wanna get a couple hours shut-eye before we hit the road again.”
“My drawers? Jesus. Give me some tissue or I’ll take out squatter’s rights right here all night and…and…drip-drip-drip.”
Duel muttered, took the few steps to the car and reached inside for several tissues. Dammit, he knew better than to let her out of his sight. The instant he reached inside the car he heard the gravel crunch under her feet. He came around and gave the dark a hard look. Yep. Sure enough, there she went, hobbling toward the edge of the woods like a damned one-legged spider.
Today I thought you might enjoy an excerpt from Playing For Keeps, book four in the Montana Men series coming soon from Moongypsy Press. This excerpt is Rated-R for language. If you're under 18, please leave this site and do not read excerpts....Thank you and Happy Holidays to all,
Jaydyn Chelcee/Tabitha Shay
ALL MATERIAL IS COPYRIGHTED AND THE PROPERTY OF AUTHOR AND MOONGYPSY PRESS.
EXCERPT/PLAYING FOR KEEPS/CHELCEE
He flinched when he felt the wet warmth trickle down his arm. He stifled a curse. Moving around had caused the knife wound to start bleeding again. Earlier, he’d packed the site with some four-by-four gauze pads he carried in a first aid kit under the seat, but the wound needed suturing, front and back.
Tired, Duel rubbed a hand down his face. At this rate, he was going to bleed to death. He had to get somewhere and get the injury sutured. First things first. In seconds, he’d taken care of watering the bushes and returned to the car.
“Who are you?” she asked immediately. “Or rather, what are you? Are you an assassin? Black ops? Secret agent? CIA?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes bugged. “You’re going to kill me?”
“Probably. I’m thinking about it.” From the look on her face, she believed him. Duel snorted. “Look lady, I think you’re more apt to kill me, and damned near succeeded with that fucking butcher knife. Do you wanna pee or not? Otherwise, we’re outta here, and I’m not stopping again until the car needs fuel.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I need to...you know, but not with these handcuffs on.”
“They aren’t coming off for any reason.”
“Then you’ll have to wipe me, I’m not drip drying.”
“Jesus Christ. All right. I’ll take off the friggin’ cuffs, but you try anything funny, I’ll knock your lights out again.”
She muttered something about the legitimacy of his birth. In spite of the headache settling between his eyes, Duel grinned and fished the key to the cuffs from his shirt pocket. He got back out of the car, circled the hood and opened her door. “Turn around and face me.” He guided her out of the car and helped her steady herself.
She shuddered when her bare feet hit the icy ground. “Ouch.”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s something in my right foot.”
“Something?”
“I stepped on something in my back yard. A piece of glass, I suppose.”
“What happened to your shoes?” He unfastened the cuffs and pointed in the general area he wanted her to go.
She limped a short distance, paused, and hiked her straight skirt up past her knees. “Turn around.”
Duel folded his arms across his chest though it hurt like hell. “Huh-uh. I’m not turning my back on you even for a second.”
“What can I do?” she argued. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. I have no shoes, no coat. I’m not totally insane. And I cannot pee with you watching.”
He massaged his forehead. "You better make water and make it fast." Impatience threaded his voice. “I hear any other sound but running water coming out of you I’ll be on you like weeds in a flower bed.”
“Good grief, there are other bodily functions, you know, besides making water.”
“You know what I mean. I’m talking about escape noises, like running through the bushes, not―not―you know―explosive little gas noises.”
“You need to let me go. When my brother gets finished with you, you won’t have a strip of hide left on you.”
“Your brother? Lady, I’m shaking in my boots.”
“Do you have any idea who I am? Who my brother is?”
“Does this look like a face that cares? No, I don’t know who your brother is. And I don’t care who you or your brother are. Get your business done and stop stalling. No one is coming to rescue you.”
Flayme shivered. Goose bumps stood up on her arms. He was probably right. Her brother wouldn’t give her the time of day, let alone try to have her rescued. She eyed her captor’s broad shoulders as he reluctantly turned his back. She waited a moment to make certain he wasn’t going to make any sudden moves, then she slid the thong down far enough so she could pee. “I need tissue.”
“No. Are you finished?”
“Yes, but I told you, I’m not drip drying. That’s just…yucky.”
“Get your drawers up and come on. I’m tired. I wanna get a couple hours shut-eye before we hit the road again.”
“My drawers? Jesus. Give me some tissue or I’ll take out squatter’s rights right here all night and…and…drip-drip-drip.”
Duel muttered, took the few steps to the car and reached inside for several tissues. Dammit, he knew better than to let her out of his sight. The instant he reached inside the car he heard the gravel crunch under her feet. He came around and gave the dark a hard look. Yep. Sure enough, there she went, hobbling toward the edge of the woods like a damned one-legged spider.
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