Friday, December 2, 2016

Married for 37 Years—Shooting for 74


Yesterday was my anniversary. Hubby and I have been married for 37 years. 37 years! Gosh, it really doesn’t seem that long. I hope we have another 37. That’ll put me at 96 and him at 100. It’s doable, don’t you think? See… we’re only half way through our marriage! I like that.

As you can see in the picture, we didn’t have a fancy wedding. Married at the court house by the Judge. License cost $8.00, which I paid (Hubby left his money at home—a likely excuse). Man, my parents got off easy, didn’t they?

Yesterday we didn’t give each other a present. We never have. On our first anniversary we decided to get something for the house—a clock. We’ve been doing stuff like that ever since. Well… until we didn’t have anything left to get for the house. Now we go on cruises (we leave on another in a week!). Seems we’re always on a cruise around our anniversary anyway, so why not make it count as a present?

Last night we had an excellent meal, too. At McCormick and Schmicks. And it didn’t cost us a dime. Fidelity Investments invited us to a seminar and Hubby wanted to go. I’m glad we did. Ate the most excellent steak. I told him we could go back there next year for our anniversary. Their food is GOOD!

Oh, and Hubby enjoyed the seminar. I was just along for the meal. J

So… If you’re married, how do you celebrate your wedding anniversary? Did you have a big fancy wedding or something simple (and cheap) like we did?

Happy Friday!
 
Stacy

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Wednesday Reads and I got a new Phone

First off… I realized I never told you what I thought about “Arrival” (the movie I went to see on Black Friday). I left the theatre a little bewildered and wondered if Hubby and Daughter enjoyed the flick. I found it funny that they both loved it. Okay, whew. But me? I liked it, but didn’t quite get it. At least, not until I discussed it with Hubby and Daughter. It is a thought-provoking flick, that’s for sure. And very quiet. Really. QUIET. Hubby liked how “real” it seemed—like that’s what we could expect upon first contact.

Here’s what I read the past week:

November 25: “The Chemist” by Stephenie Meyer, a thriller at 518 pages. Blurb from book: She used to work for the U.S. government, but very few people ever knew that. An expert in her field, she was one of the darkest secrets of an agency so clandestine it doesn’t even have a name. And when they decided she was a liability, they came for her without warning. Now she rarely stays in the same place or uses the same name for long. They’ve killed the only other person she trusted, but something she knows still poses a threat. They want her dead, and soon. When her former handler offers her a way out, she realizes it’s her only chance to erase the giant target on her back. But it means taking one last job for her ex-employers. To her horror, the information she acquires makes her situation even more dangerous. Resolving to meet the threat head-on, she prepares for the toughest fight of her life but finds herself falling for a man who can only complicate her likelihood of survival. As she sees her choices being rapidly whittled down, she must apply her unique talent in ways she never dreamed of. I don’t know how Stephenie Meyer does it, but she managed to get me obsessed with another book. I did not want to put this one down. I’ve read some snarky reviews that compare the main character to Jason Bourne, but I didn’t see it. I thought it was well written. Enough so, the characters stayed in my head long after I had finished.

November 29: “Switching Hour” by Robyn Peterman, Magic & Mayhem Book One, a paranormal comedy novella at 116 pages. Blurb from book: Released from the magic pokey and paroled with limited power is enough to make any witch grumpy. However, if you throw in a recently resurrected cat, a lime-green Kia and a sexy egotistical werewolf, it’s enough to make a gal fly off the edge. Not to mention a mission…with no freaking directions. So here I sit in Asscrack, West Virginia trying to figure out how to complete my mysterious mission before All Hallow’s Eve when I’ll get turned into a mortal. The animals in the area are convinced I’m the Shifter Whisperer (whatever the hell that is) and the hotter than asphalt-in-August werewolf thinks I’m his mate. Now apparently I’m slated to save a bunch of hairy freaks of nature? If they think I’m the right witch for the job, they’ve swallowed some bad brew. I enjoyed Robyn’s first book so much (which was a contemporary), I’ve been trying her paranormal stuff. The first book in the vampire series ended on a cliffhanger and I gave that up. At least this one doesn’t do that, although the story is clearly the beginning of a series. Thing is, I’m not so sure I want to read any more. It’s possible I just don’t get her humor (I apparently don’t get a lot of people’s humor), but it might have helped if I liked the main character more.

Monday was a busy day for me. I was at the fitness center for a little over four hours doing my best to be seen with my books (a couple of ladies showed interest, so not too shabby). Then I headed to the mall to get new iPhones for me and Daughter. I’m glad I made an appointment for 3:30. I could have waited for hours and I was meeting friends for dinner at six.

Both of our iPhone 5s were unreliable, what with the battery draining too quickly or not charging sufficiently. Now we’re owners of the iPhone SE (hers in slate grey because—BLACK, mine in rose gold because—PINK) and our old covers even fit (no new expense there). It’s been a pain getting the phone set up, though. I have to upload all my apps again, then log into them (and hope to remember the passwords!). And then OCD me has to have them in the same order as before.

This is why I hate changing phones. TOO MUCH WORK!

Oh wait. Daughter said she knows how to copy old phone data to new phone. We’ll see. Regardless, I hope to own this phone a good long time, since it’s not a hand-me-down.

So… How’s your reading coming along? Do you read more during this time of the year? I think I do. It’s not like you can go outside and play in the dark. Well, you can, but it’s COLD out there! Plus, it’s DARK! J

Happy Reading!

Stacy

Monday, November 28, 2016

Don’t Call it a ROMANCE if it Ends TRAGICALLY

I love to read romance. If the author (or publisher) puts ROMANCE on the book, I expect a happy ending. That’s just the way it is for romance. The same is said for romance movies, too.

So when a writer friend mentioned she watched “Titanic” for the first time and how she didn’t like it and it’s the reason she doesn’t watch romance movies, I had to tell her that “Titanic” is NOT a romance. It’s a tragic love story.

She disagreed with me. Said it was a tragic romance like “Romeo and Juliet.”

Yeah, well, “Romeo and Juliet” is not a romance, either. It’s a tragedy. But I knew I wasn’t going to change her mind, so I stopped arguing.

Let me tell you, though. If I read a book labeled ROMANCE and one or both of the couple dies at the end, I would do the same thing Bradley Cooper’s character did in “Silver Linings Playbook.” [Note: scene contains swearing]

 
 
FYI: I love that scene. Granted, the book he was reading was not labeled a romance.

But I truly believe if you slap a ROMANCE genre on your book and it ends tragically… you’ll be lucky if you ever get those readers back. I’m not saying you can’t write those kinds of stories. Just don’t label them a romance. Romance readers expect happy-ever-afters (HEAs) or happy-for-nows (HFNs). It’s just the way that genre is. And I’m glad. I want to know going in that I won’t end up depressed at the end. I can get that with other genres.

Like love stories.

Weekend Sports Update:

  • College Football: OH. MY. GOD. Did you watch the OSU Buckeyes play that team up north? Double Overtime! I don’t remember watching a more stressful game. When Urban Meyer collapsed to the ground after the last play, I sympathized. I could have collapsed too. Except I was too happy dancing! USC Trojans and West Virginia also won in less stressful games. Lucky them.
  • Hockey: Penguins also won in a shoot out on Saturday (after getting clobbered the day before). Hot and cold. Hot and cold. I have a feeling this season will be suspenseful. Maybe I should wear gloves. I might not have any fingernails left!
  • NFL: Steelers beat the Colts on Thanksgiving in a much-needed win. Bengals couldn’t manage to beat the only team we really wanted them to beat. And the poor Rams… What can I say? I’m still a fan.

Today I’m at my fitness center again (Ladies Premier Fitness), hoping to gain some readers. Doubt I sell any books, but figured it can’t hurt to sit there and hope to get noticed. It’s not costing me anything except time. Who knows? Maybe someone will buy a book. Or become a fan.

So… Do you like to argue for argue’s sake? Or will you stop when you find it pointless to continue? I used to be the former, but now I’m more the latter. My family, however, are the former. Argue, argue, argue!

Happy Monday!
 
Stacy

Friday, November 25, 2016

Movie Day

I’m pretty sure I ate too much for dinner yesterday. But the food was good and I couldn’t resist. Thank goodness we ate at Bob Evans. No leftovers. At least from me. Hubby apparently knows when to stop eating!

I don’t know about you, but the day after Thanksgiving isn’t a shopping day for me. Nope. It’s movie day. A day the family goes out to the theatre. And the movie we’ll be seeing today is… “Arrival.”

I haven’t seen many previews for the film, but since I have no wish to see “Fantastic Beasts” or “Doctor Strange,” I felt this was the best option available. Didn’t hurt that it got outstanding reviews on Rotten Tomatoes, either.

Keeping my fingers crossed that everyone likes the flick! We’ve seen enough stinkers, that’s for sure.

So… Do you have any traditions on this Black Friday Movie Day? If you shopped, did you get any super deals? And can you believe Christmas is only a month away? Aaack!

Happy Friday!
 
Stacy

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Wednesday Reads and Gobble Gobble

Happy Thanksgiving! Whether you’re spending it alone or with family, I hope it finds you in good health. And maybe snow-free. Unless you’re one of those freaks who actually LIKES the snow (like my son does).

Here’s what I read the past week:

November 21: “The Lost Girls” by Allison Brennan, #11 in the Lucy Kincaid series, a crime drama suspense at 439 pages. Blurb from book: Photojournalist Siobhan Walsh has been searching for two sisters who disappeared two years ago in Mexico, so when she receives a call from a priest in Texas about an abandoned baby holding a locket with her name, she calls her friends in the FBI for help. The infant obviously belongs to one of the sisters, but how did she end up in Texas? And why did she abandon her newborn? Lucy Kincaid and her mentor, Supervisory Special Agent Noah Armstrong, track the missing girls and uncover a human-trafficking organization that leads to a seedy underworld in which nothing is as it seems. The bad guys seem to stay two steps ahead of them, leaving a trail of dead bodies and Lucy with more questions than answers. Meanwhile Lucy’s fiancĂ© Sean Rogan has a crisis of his own. An old girlfriend returns with shocking news: not only does Sean have a son, but Jesse and his stepfather have disappeared. The last thing Sean wants to do is leave Lucy when she’s investigating a horrific case, but his son is in grave danger. Torn between impossible choices, he makes a decision that has far-reaching consequences for Sean, Lucy, and everything they hold dear. I practically cried on the treadmill as I raced through the end of this book. Very emotional. I love Lucy and Sean and will eagerly snatch the next book (due out in March, I believe).
 
By the way, this was my 65th book read during the year, officially reaching my adjusted reading goal. Guess I adjusted too low, huh? I don't care. I REACHED it! Yay!

So… Do you have big plans for Thanksgiving? Or maybe just little plans? We have little plans here. Our Columbus friend had to cancel due to other commitments (family comes first—even new family), our son is spending the holiday with his future bride’s family (he was with us last year, so we kind of expected that), so our daughter will come over and the three of us will head to Bob Evans for our Thanksgiving feast. Then maybe later I’ll force my daughter to watch the turkey episode of “WKRP in Cincinnati.” Because… FUNNY.

Happy Reading! And gobble gobble.

Stacy