A NEW YEAR, SO MANY NEW CHANCES.

 

Hey, gang, how the hell are ya?  Doing good here, just busier than a one-armed paper hanger in a windstorm with jock itch.  And let me tell you…that is busy! 

So, in case you missed it, we’ve moved into a new year…365 new chances to get it right.  Oh wait…today is the 12^th, so I guess that means there are only 354 chances left. Guess I better get on it. 

Spoiler Alert:  (In 354 days, the option renews for us lucky enough to make it that far. YAY!  Alright, it’s a date then…we all meet back here same time next year to see how well we used those chances.  K?)  

What have I been doing, you ask?  Well…I’m working on a new story. I am elbows-deep in the newest Dallas Bradshaws book.  What’s it about?  Uh…hot cowboys.  DUH!  Shhh…don’t tell anyone, but I’m writing it for the next BMG Kickstarter campaign that will kick off later this year. Squeee!!!  I repeat…shhh…it’s a secret, so DO NOT tell anyone yet.  But it’s gonna be suhweet!!!  (More information to follow…stay tuned.) 

Another thing I did about a week ago was babysit for my granddogs Zeus and Zoe.  Zoe is just the sweetest thing ever and she basically found the biggest pillow and the warmest blanket she could find, and then she snuggled in to watch TV with me.  Zeus...not so much. Yep, Zeus is the guy who only likes the lady in the bedroom, and that trend continues. Although he did screw up once and jumped into my lap to hang out with me while I was in the living room chair. When he later realized his error, he again donned his terrified face and went back to hiding behind the rocker.  But I was clever and texted my grandson to sneak out to the living room quietly because I needed a witness.  

And, as you can see to the right, I also have a picture to prove his duplicitous nature.  So, Zeus is now going to have a lot of trouble selling the idea that he’s really terrified of the woman in the living room. I know…one mistake and you pay for that forever.  Again, I remind you—he is not right. 

What else? Hmmm…let’s see…I went with my sis and some of her partners in crime to Medieval Times last week.  OMG, how much fun was that!  Gorgeous, well-trained horses, birds of prey, and sizzling hot Knights with swords and axes. Be still, my freaking heart!  That is totally my brand of F-U-N all rolled up with H-O-T…and the wine wasn’t bad either.  A good time was had by all…and no, contrary to what you may have heard, we did not take any of their knights hostage. 

It’s my story, I’m tellin’ it my way.  😊 

Okay, back to the new year.  I have to ask…what are you going to do with all those new chances you’ve been given to get things right?  Are you going to be kinder, be stronger, take some ass-kicking classes, work harder, play like a rock star, read faster, learn how to sleep in a hammock, laugh more, practice laughing until you cry, save more, spend it like you got it, travel more, stay home and lock the doors, visit family more, host dinners for friends, sell the welcome mat, exercise more (uh…no), relax more, lose weight (yes, please), drink less alcohol (say it ain’t so!), eat more veggies, find an excellent place to hide your hoarded twinkies, get more organized, let it all hang out, spend less, blow the wad, buy an aardvark, sell a giraffe, cook more, eat out more, sleep more, stay awake until the cows come home, fall in love, dump the arse, get pregnant, pray you’re not pregnant, clean your house, hire a maid, mow the lawn more often, hire a gardener, eat less junk food, stock up on twinkies in preparation for the Zombie Apocalypse? 

So, what’s your poison? 

What are you hoping to accomplish in the new year?

 

Me? I’m hoping to lose a little weight, get a little more organized, do more traveling, have a lot more fun, and write a lot more books, and maybe even sell that giraffe.  I guess that means I’m going to have to learn how to write on a plane with a laptop that has two screens, while I drink my low-calorie alcoholic beverage for lunch. Hmmm…I think I can learn to do that. As for the giraffe…well, no one meets all their New Year’s resolutions, do they?

Whaddayathink?  Can I do it? 

Whatever your goals are, whatever your plans are, I wish you the best of years.  May your enemies be few, your challenges defeated and your dreams realized.  

HAVE THE BEST YEAR EVER!

Well, that’s my story, naughty and nonsensical, and I’m stickin’ to it. Hang on tight now ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,  

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