Time to Tell a Joke

Yes, August 16 is National Tell A Joke Day.

I love jokes.

Here is one of my all-time favorites:

Four engineers are driving to a conference when the car sputters and dies as they pull off to the shoulder.

After a moment of silent contemplation, the electrical engineer says; “you know, I bet the coil’s bad. We need to replace the core.”

The chemical engineer says; “you’re nuts, it’s obviously the fuel’s gone bad. We need to drain the tank and refill.”

The mechanical engineer scoffs; “you’re both wrong. Sounds to me like a valve lifter is froze. We’re gonna need to rip the block apart.”

After another moment of silence the three look back at the computer engineer who says; “maybe if we get out of the car and get back in?”

 

Book Reading Bingo: Dress for Success

In a previous post, I mentioned that Jude Deveraux’s book Legend fit into several categories of local RWA chapter’s year-long Book Bingo Challenge. One of those categories was DRESS FOR SUCCESS…a romance story featuring a fabulous dress. In Legend, the garment in question was a wedding dress.

I ask: what about a skirt?

As in: “Can a skirt really act as a man magnet?”

The late Cara Summers, who was a member of my local chapter, teamed up with two other authors to write a mini-series about a magic, man-magnet skirt. The nine “Single in the City” titles were release as part of the Harlequin Temptation line  in 2001 and 2002. The titles are now all available in Kindle format.

  • Book 1 Moonstruck in Manhattan (Cara Summers)
  • Book 2 Tempted in Texas (Heather Macallister)
  • Book 3 Seduced in Seattle  (Kristin Gabriel)
  • Book 4 Skirting the Issue (Heather Macallister)
  • Book 5 Sheerly Irresistible (Kristin Gabriel)
  • Book 6 Short, Sweet, and Sexy (Cara Summers)
  • Book 7 Male Call (Heather Macallister)
  • Book 8 Engaging Alex (Kristin Gabriel)
  • Book 9 Flirting with Temptation (Cara Summers)

 

August Is Romance Awareness Month

I am a romance author. I believe in the power of love. I’m glad I write in a genre that generates hope.

I went on Pinterest to look for ideas about how to be romantic so I could include them in this blog. Oh boy.

OK. Pinterest is a female thing. I’m going to just keep reminding myself of that. Because otherwise my head would probably explode. “Why,” you ask?  Because everything I found was what a woman can do for her husband. How she can support him. How she can take care of him and show him her appreciation.

You know what? WOMEN NEED APPRECIATION TOO.

The few pins I tracked down focusing on women were about sex.

Maybe romance, like Pinterest, is a female thing. That’s too bad.

But my findings got me to thinking:

  • my husband always used to open the car door for me (remote locks and lugging babies into car seats put an end to that)
  • he would peel an orange and offer me pieces (I can’t peel oranges. I have never been able to peel an orange. )
  • He has never expected me to have dinner on the table every night. (He does expect there to be food in the house and that I will ensure that happens now that we are empty nesters.)
  • When the children were very young, he installed a remote operated light in our back entry so I could use the garage door opener to turn it on when I got home with the children every night.

You might not consider those things to be romantic, but they are all his way of taking care of me. And that’s romantic.

 

 

Happy Aunt & Uncle Day

I was blessed with legions of aunts and uncles. But over the past couple of years, the numbers have dwindled, and that makes me sad. I have wonderful childhood memories because of my extended family–grandparents, cousins, aunts, and uncles. Now I’m down to four aunts (one of whom I haven’t seen in nearly 50 years) and a single uncle.

So happy day to Roy, Leona, Janet, Geraldine, and Marian.

Happy National Ice Cream Day!

If you follow me on Facebook, you may know that I am extremely upset by the closing of a local dairy store in my neighborhood. It seems the company–a local one–has decided to focus on the commuters in the area instead of the neighborhoods that had sustained them since 1933.

When I was a child, everyone sang their TV/Radio jingle and changed the lyrics from “Chuck right full of vita-mine” to “makes you look like Frankenstein.” We were kids! It’s what kids did.

I am a fan of Byrne Dairy. Their milk still comes in refillable glass bottles. One of my uncles worked for a company that made the machines that seal cartons of milk. He didn’t live in Central New York, and I still remember the shock on his face when we told him Byrne still used glass bottles.

But the biggest plus about Byrne is that their ice cream still comes in full half-gallons. My supermarket has good ice cream, but the cartons are much smaller than half-gallons. And Byrne Ice Cream is phenomenal.

I miss them being around the corner. I remember one day, I was home sick from work. My son did not yet have his driver’s license.  He walked up to Byrne and got me ice cream.  I let him drive me to the doctor’s office.

I frequently stopped in to buy ice cream. Now I don’t know what I’m going to do. None of the supermarkets in my immediate area carry the brand (although there are some in other areas that do). There isn’t a Byrne Dairy store on my way to anywhere–except my parents’ house.  Which is not convenient because I don’t live there.