INTERVIEWS ON THE HORIZON

Something wonderful on the horizon

Check back soon, we have a number of great interview lining up right now with writers, singers, artists and performers!


While I'm at it, consider this a call to arms people. If you are fascinating and I must write about you, let me know. Contact me so we can arrange your interviews right away, you know who you are...

That's no bull, but this sure is!

YES, I GOT SUN

The path to nature

Well folks, it has been a mighty long time since I stepped out into the sun. Literally, it has been weeks. My husband was wondering if I would bite his neck in a ravenous effort to quench my thirst, scream "ah, the light" if dragged outside or spontaneously combust if exposed to direct sunlight. None of these happened. Well, at least none I will share with you.


So, we traveled to Chapel Trail Nature Preserve in the beautiful City of Pembroke Pines. We walked, we sunned and I breathed in hot, humid air. It was delicious. For those of you with difficulty believing I stepped outside, know this...I have pictures to prove it. 

Seen on our nature walk: birds, turtles, ducks, fish, calves, cows, bulls, tourists, snakes, alligators, sharks, werewolves....okay, everything but the tourists. Let's not be ridiculous. They are all on South Beach.


If you are wondering if my alabaster skin survived, it did. Back to the cat cave now...so I can blog about that big yellow ball of fire in the sky.

Boat by the shore Bovine neighbors Splash of red on a sea of green Looking down from the dock Pine against the clouds Small insect nest on twig Winter trees in water Reeds and water plants

Eastern sky as sunset approaches Purple heart Ducks on a pond Turtle under lilies Plant life under water Palmetto branches Sky reflected on still water Ripples in the sun

IT TAKES A VILLAGE, PEOPLE

I see no hamsters in here...

The birth of a blog. Like children, it takes a village to raise a blog. Conversation in my home:

Me: Honey, I am writing a blog.
Husband: M'kay.
Me: Can you get on the computer and make one for me?
Husband: Mm-hmm. Wait, what are the paper and pen for?
Me: My blog.
Husband: A blog or a grocery list?
Me: I am a paper girl, living in a blogger world! Smart-ass, do computer stuff and I'll write whatever.

I'll poke around anyways

Husband: Alright, I'll crack the whip and get the hamsters moving inside the computer...
Me: I knew there were rodents involved...
Husband: Careful, I'll get rat-traps...
Me: I'll call PETA...

A loving, supportive marriage is the cornerstone to birthing blogs.

HOW CAN I GET PAID FOR PLAYING VIDEO GAMES

Wait, which button is jump?

No one will pay me for playing video games. Seriously, I have asked around and the answer is no. So it appears that the Department of Defense will not pay me to play Battlefield 3 or Call of Duty Modern Warfare 3 and give them pointers. Maybe if I was an extra twitchy 12 year old boy with hard earned callouses from years of hitting the "x" and "o" buttons, and suffering only slightly from video battle fatigue, would I serve a purpose. I been passed up by the X-Box Generation. Cry me a digital river.

Romeo's got mad skillz

What do you figure the exchange rate on Farm Dollars is to US Dollars? I think I might be a billionaire. It turns out that thousands of hours spent "farming" does not translate into actual farming experience. Nor does my produce sell for anything on the open market.


So, I guess dear readers you are stuck with my opinions a little longer. Unless any of you would like to buy my silence. There is a price-tag. Reasonably priced. Really, make me an offer.