Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Dance Pictures 2016

Hi guys - I know I haven't posted a "personal" post in awhile. I've been super busy lately. One reason is I got a part time job. I started back in April and it is a pretty good office job. It may only last til July, but it would be super cool if it turned permanent.

Another reason is my daughter's dance recital was last week and that is a week long process and then right after that we had tickets to this show she wanted to see. (which was for her birthday) And it was in Washington DC. So we went to that. Now I'm back but with this part time job- I don't have as much time for my blog as I used to.

Anyway here's a few dance pictures and will post more pics soon and maybe to this show we went to also.

Have a great rest of the week!

she also got the 5 yr award. She has been actually dancing for 11 yrs, but we switched dance places over the years so this year was the first time she actually got an award!

her (in contemporary costume) and her friend 

fam after recital

Hip hop video below:

Turn it Up


Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Deadly Obsession Blog Tour & Giveaway

Hi guys here is the last book in the May Harlequin series. It is called Deadly Obsession by Elle James. Here an excerpt from book, along with a Q&A. And be sure to enter giveaway below. Also stay tuned in June for the new set of books and giveaways. Thanks!

Excerpt #1

Chance parked his SUV beside the truck and climbed down. His feet had barely touched the ground when he heard the scream. At first he thought it was a figment of his imagination. The setting was perfect for a horror story; perhaps his mind had conjured a muffled scream to add to the ambience.
“Miss Taylor?” Chance called out.
No response.
He climbed the stairs and entered through the open front door, treading softly, holding his breath and listening for any sound.
Nothing moved. The old house didn’t even creak, as if it, too, held its breath. Chance passed through the wide center hallway all the way to the back of the house, peering through the open doors into what appeared to be a living room, study and dining room. At the other end of the house, he emerged onto the back porch. Lumber lay in neat piles against the side of the house. But there was no one around.
Chance’s gut tightened. Molly’s friend wouldn’t have abandoned her truck, leaving the truck doors and the trailer wide-open.
He returned to the entrance and climbed the stairs to the second story. Cobwebs hung from the corners and the wooden floors were covered in a thick layer of dust. This home hadn’t been lived in for a very long time.
After determining each room was empty, Chance returned to the first floor, passed a stack of clean white drywall leaning against a wall in the living room and entered an old-fashioned kitchen. Some of the upper cabinets had been ripped from the walls, and the countertop had been removed from the lower cabinets, making their remains appear skeletal.
“Miss Taylor?” Chance called out.
A plaintive, bleating cry of a small animal, muffled by walls, reached him, and he turned toward a door at the far end of the kitchen.
Chance twisted the knob. The door didn’t budge. Inspecting the door, he noticed a rusty hook near the top, threaded through a metal eye loop. Forcing the hook out of the loop, he flung open the door and flipped the light switch. A yellow bulb blinked to life, illuminating a small portion of the stairs nearest him.
The weak cries of a tiny animal sounded again, only louder.
Chance descended the stairs, the pitiful amount of light diminished by the time he reached the bottom. In the gloom, he almost tripped over a pile of rags. When his toe connected with them, the rags moved and a low moan rose from the floor.
Chance dropped to his haunches, his vision adjusting to the darkness. A figure dressed in jeans and a faded plaid flannel shirt rolled over and light blue eyes stared up at him.
“Who are you?”
“Chance McCall. Molly and Nova sent me over. You must be Jillian Taylor.” He scooped his hands beneath her, lifted her into his arms and rose with his burden.
She blinked and stared around the basement, her pale blond hair tousled, strands falling across her forehead. “What happened?”
“I’d like to know that myself. But first, let’s get you out of here.” Chance started up the stairs.
“I can walk,” she protested.
“Yeah, but if it’s all right by you, I’d like to get you into the light without worrying about someone pushing you down the stairs again.”
She shook her head, her silken hair brushing against his arm. “I wasn’t pushed.”
Her frown deepened. “Why would you think that?”
At the top of the stairs, Chance set her on the dingy linoleum floor, keeping an arm around her waist to steady her. “If you weren’t pushed, why was the hook engaged at the top of the door?” He tipped his head toward the hook.
Leaning against him, she glanced up at the door, her eyes widening. “Why would the hook be engaged? I was the only one in the house. All the workers left.”
“That was my question.”
“Maybe it fell into place when the door closed.”
“Let’s see...the door was closed, the hook engaged, and when I opened the door, the light was off. Are you telling me you turned off the light, as well? And if you weren’t pushed down the stairs, you must have fallen.”
“I didn’t fall down the stairs.” She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Then why were you lying on the ground?”
She stared up at him. “I don’t know.”
“Well, one thing’s for sure.”
“What’s that?”
“You can’t stay here alone.”
Jillian stiffened. “This is my house.”
“Yeah, but something’s not right here.”
She glanced around as if still getting her bearings. “Some say it’s haunted.”
“And you?”
She shrugged. “I think it needs work, but it’s my home.”
“Lady, you’re crazy. The best thing that could happen to this dump is to run a bulldozer over it.”
Jillian’s chin lifted. “That is not going to happen. I have workers scheduled to restore the house to its former glory. You wait. It’s going to be beautiful.”
Chance snorted. “It’s your funeral.”
“The only way I’m going to die in this house is from old age.” She pushed away from him and headed back to the front of the house. “You can go back to the B and B. I don’t need your help.”
“Can a ghost help you unload that couch off the trailer?”
“No. But I’d dump the damned thing on the ground before I let you touch it.”

Monday, May 23, 2016

How to Truly Relish Italy’s Relaxing Culture

Italy is an excellent vacation destination, because vacation is a way of life there. Italians are hard workers that have accomplished much, but they are also bold in their pursuit of rest, good food, fellowship, and romance. Individuals in more efficient countries could learn some good lessons from the emphasis on the pleasurable indulgence in Italian culture. Here are a few ways to set aside your culture and truly experience Italy upon your visit.

Eat delicious meals
Throw that diet away while you’re in Italy and instead truly taste and enjoy the food. If you’d like to really learn about food and specifically how to cook, take a cooking holiday in Tuscany and learn about some of the most popular dishes Italy has to offer. Experience not just the taste and nourishment of your food, but also the fellowship that surrounds you. If you’re traveling alone, make some Italian friends and meet them over meals. Or, just simply observe the fellowship and conversations happening around you.

Slow down and snap a few photos
Plan out only a few days of your vacation to hit some of the sites that you’ve wanted to see. On the other days, take your time. Stay in a nice hotel and sleep in every morning. Eat a leisurely breakfast whenever you feel led, and walk to the close destinations you want to see, so you can experience the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and things that Italian culture makes you feel. Listen to the people around you and observe them. Snap a few pictures, but make sure you’re not so wrapped up in capturing a moment that you’re not actually living in it. Take a break from social media and completely immerse yourself in the here and now.

Express yourself in a creative way
Creativity helps the brain process the moments that you experience. Even if you don’t consider yourself an artist, draw, write, or paint some of your experiences. Snap a few photos that capture the beauty. You don’t have to show your artwork to anyone – save it as a commemorative homage to your personal thoughts while in Italy. Just take some time to truly absorb the beauty of that place, even if it’s just making a simple list of the feelings you’ve had or the sites you’ve seen. Take some time each night before you go to bed to capture some of these things, so you’ll never forget.