…Tis the Season
Just a few days left and no I’m not done shopping yet. I blogged about it over at my Eat Something Sexy blog and for those of you who still need last minute gift ideas, I’ve included a list of my favorite gifts to give. Enjoy! Cat
Tag: holiday
Are you proud of what you’ve done? Or should you be ashamed?
While I was occupied with proofreading ARe’s Wildfire newsletter yesterday (yes, I am the one to blame if it goes out with a typo), the program on the television I was mostly ignoring as I worked changed from the noon news to a game show. As the contestant sought to become a millionaire, and I was about to turn off the TV, one question captured my attention. It was about Randy Pausch and The Last Lecture. The one hour plus video of a lecture delivered by a little known professor at Carnegie Mellon University captured the nation’s attention. The video on YouTube now has over 10 million views. Why? Because Randy was dying of pancreatic cancer and that was literally his last lecture to his students. Even though by some strange coincidence that proves it is indeed a very small world I happen to be friends with Randy’s cousin who is a member of my Junior League, I watched Randy’s final months play out in the media just like everyone else. For once the media got it right; instead of just covering the lives and deaths of celebrities who don’t deserve the time we give to them, they devoted lots […]
Something to warm you on a cold winter day…
A lonely writer, a snow storm and a sexy man with amnesia…all the makings for one hot Christmas Eve! Can Ginny find the inspiration she needs to get her career, and love life, out of the cold? EXCERPT (G) When she turned around again, she found him already bundled in the blanket, which was good since she saw his boxer shorts as well as his jeans on the floor. Yup, he was naked under there, all right. Alone, in the middle of the night, with a naked stranger. She should probably be nervous. Ginny’s heart was beating faster, but not with nerves. Trying her best to ignore the boxer shorts, she retrieved the sopping wet jeans from the floor and hung them from an old nail stuck in the mantle. The family who owned this house probably hung their Christmas stockings there. Ginny hadn’t bothered to hang her stocking this year, but the naked and shivering Christmas gift she’d found in the snow qualified as the best thing she could imagine filling her stockings anyway. Sitting down next to him, she found the couch literally vibrated with his shivering. “How do you feel now?” “Cold.” Short and to the point. […]