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In case any of my friends or family members actually read this Blog, please consider all Names, Characters, Places and Incidents to be the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales are entirely COINCIDENTAL...Muaaah!! Now, really, about me: I bring the crazy wherever I go, so I've been told...I make fun of myself more than anyone else ever could. I hate: the awkward silence in elevators, watches with no numbers, picky eaters, Cancer and legalism. I love: coffee, stalking Hugh Jackman, my Spanx, COMMENTS, sarcasm and writing: Middle Grade, NA, YA Paranormal and Urban Fantasy.

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Friday, November 30, 2012

Blindsided Blog Tour: Christmas Memories

I am thrilled  to the core to be able to host one of my favorite bloggers/authors Kyra Lennon. Her Blindsided Blog Tour STOPS HERE at the Bird's Nest today!! YAY.

There is something about Christmas that makes people start to reminisce. About the year that’s almost over, the events that made us happy or sad, and about Christmases past.

My own memories of past Christmases are strong, and every year, I can’t help but go back over them and remember. One memory that always stands out from when I was a kid is that feeling that the days leading to Christmas seemed to drag on FOREVER. I was buzzing with excitement, but bored out of my mind because I wanted Santa to arrive so I could get my hands on my presents!

One particularly memorable year – I honestly can’t remember how old I was – but my brother allowed me to take his Nintendo to my room so I could play on it. He had Super Mario All Stars, and it was my favourite thing EVER! To take my mind off the endless wait for the big day, I played hours of Mario. And even now, on the few days before Christmas, I STILL want to go to my room and play the game!

I’m older now, and perhaps the excitement should be gone now. Let’s face it, once you get older, there is way more to do to get ready for the celebrations. Presents to be wrapped, cards written and posted, food and drinks to buy, and the total hassle of making sure everything is ready and you haven’t forgotten the gift for Great Auntie June who you only ever see once a year.

The magic stayed. The excitement is still with me, perhaps because I am an overgrown child! :p But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

What are your favourite Christmas memories?

Blindsided Synopsis:After a successful first soccer season in L.A, Jesse Shaw heads to London with his best buddy, Hunter, but his world is turned upside down when a dangerous prank threatens his career and his blossoming relationship with Hunter’s cousin, Isabelle.

Isabelle Mills lives in Notting Hill with her parents and her twin sister, Georgia. When she finds out her cousin is coming to stay, along with his famous soccer player friend, her first instinct is to hibernate until they’ve gone. However, once she meets Jesse, everything changes. He’s everything she ever wanted, but with so many obstacles in their path, can she really risk putting her heart on the line?

Author Bio:
Kyra Lennon was born on the South coast of England, and to this day, still lives by the sea. After years spent working in retail, where she met enough versatile characters to write hundreds of books, she finally took the plunge and quit her day job. Kyra's debut novel, Game On, was released in July 2012. While fiction writing has always been her passion, she also has numerous articles on a variety of topics published on prolific websites.

Buy Links:
Kyra Lennon on Amazon.com
Kyra Lennon on Amazon.co.uk

Find Kyra online

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Hump Day

Never quite liked the term "hump day" because it sounds so perverse, however, that's where we are  today. It's Wednesday and I'm feeling a little bleh. Yep, it's official: I have the winter blues.

Somewhere under that pile of white stuff, is my pool. Sigh.

Every year when it begins to get damp and cold outside, (and I seem to get a bit more stiff and crippled up because of my condition) which certainly doesn't help, I get the blah, blah, blues! I am a sunshine girl. I love the heat and warmth of the sun on  my face and the overall feeling of freedom and fun summer always brings.
All smiles on the Big Island, in Hawaii: Best trip EVER.
There are a couple more reasons I am in a little slump right now. But I'll spare you the details. Suffice it to say, I need to stop this feeling sorry for myself nonsense and grab a hold of my sunny, optimistic disposition, despite the chill in the air.

So, I thought I'd post some pictures today, from happier times, to help bring my spirits up. Since that usually helps. Any of you have any ideas/suggestions of what you do to help bring you out of a slump? I'd love to hear about them. Also, anyone having a wonderful week or have some good news I can celebrate?

This picture was taken in my BFF's backyard in CA. One of my favorites for two reasons: (1) I was getting to spend time with my BFF and her family who I absolutely adore and (2) My sister Adrienne and I were laughing our heads off because my BFF kept saying, "get closer" for the picture, but our boobs were just too big to allow it! LOL
My three crazy babies always make me smile and happy!
Taking Faith to the MET for her 10th B-day b/c she wanted to see the Savage Beauty exhibit, will always be one of my VERY best, happiest memories. 
I was outside Hugo Boss, in Atlantic City one day when I realized: Hey, that model looks familiar! And I freaked out.

Because the picture was of my amazing friend Matt, a completely fabulous person I absolutely adore!
Isn't he precious?

This Halloween picture of  Farrah and her chubby belly, kills me. Love it.

I love football and always have a good time at the Giants games!!

Frankie, jacking around after climbing the volcano on the Big Island of Hawaii

My little kitty always makes me smile :)
When Faith's cooking dinner-everybody wins!!
And last but not least, a little Wolverine goes a LONG way.


Monday, November 26, 2012

Manic Mondays

Ah, Mondays. Total chaos in my house. Any morning wherein we all must rush to get ready, not very popular over here at the Bird's Nest. But Monday mornings after Thanksgiving break, are TORTURE!!
This little fur baby is very fortunate that she's so cute.

When I woke up this morning, two of my girls started hollering that they were fresh out of clean unders!! *I'd like to take a moment to thank my two thoughtful girls for waiting until a half an hour before school starts to tell me such an important little detail.* Thank God I am prepared for such emergencies and extreme cases of laziness. Because sadly, these situations are not uncommon, I have taken to keeping a secret stash of  brand new undies, just in case. But it's early and I'm freaking tired and it took me a lot longer than I'd like to admit to remember where I hid my stash. My oldest,  although receiving five stars for having clean underwear, held us up with what I'll refer to as a major "wardrobe malfunction" Seeing as this kid is completely anal a bit fussy, she picks out her outfits close to three weeks ahead of time. It threw her into a tissy and a bit of a panic attack when she thought she must change. Needless to say, I had to bust out a needle and thread (which is never a good thing) and was able to temporarily fix what was broken. It's not up to her high standards but it will have to do. And, when she has the need to take those pants off, someone will have to cut her out of them. Meanwhile, because this is my life, the cat found her way onto my kitchen island and ate about half a pound of chocolate chip cookies that Faith had baked last night. Of course, cats don't do well with chocolate, which resulted in her filling her litter box with ungodly sights and smells. There was no waiting. Her litter box and backside had to be taken into the yard and hosed off with the power washer. And, on top of all these fun and games, The Husband, who is roughly the equivalent of a Sherman Tank and rarely (if ever) gets sick, has finally succumbed to some kind of plague and is currently laid up and completely miserable. All of the chaos and yelling and demonic litter box smells were doing him NO favors. Arggh!! Now, we were really running behind on time  and had to run to catch the school bus. If I had looked in the mirror before running out the front door, I might have been able to catch the fact that I never  put on a bra or brushed my hair, I had yesterday's black eye liner smeared on one eye but not the other, and the remains of the cat's litter box, sand blasted all over the bottom of my jeans !@! By the sheer grace of God, we caught the bus. And the stares of the bus driver, aide, and all of my girls' classmates caught the spectacle that was me....To think, all of these fun and games happened before 7:00 a.m and Jaybird's first cup of coffee.  

Hope everyone else is having a much better start to their day than I did. Happy Manic Monday Everyone!!

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Hugh Jackman Quote of the Month

"I just love making a fool out of myself. I made my living as a clown at kids' parties for about three years." -Hugh Jackman

I can only imagine what the MOMS would have thought/said when HJ showed up as the clown at a kid's party? How  bout:

"Um, does anyone else want to honk Bozo's horn?"  (He he he. Sorry, just couldn't help myself.)

Monday, November 19, 2012

Baby Steps

My niece Holly started drawing again. Um, can I get an Amen !?! Because after her mother (who was an amazing artist) died, Holly just stopped sketching. It damn near broke our hearts.

But I didn't nag. Actually, I never said a word to her. In the quiet depths of my heart, I was silently and secretly shooting up some major prayers that she would one day be able to draw again. Because I strongly believe she inherited my sister's talent.  As an Auntie, it was extremely painful to keep my big trap shut. Although I did talk to my brother in law about it.  I know he wished for her to start drawing again, just as much as I did. Still, I never pushed or verbally said anything to my Holly girl.  From time to time, I may have left a few sketch pads and some charcoal laying around her house,  just in case... (I'm only human you know.) For three long years now, nothing. Not even a stick fish.

Then, all of a sudden, this weekend, there it was. A sketch! Rationally, I know it's just one picture. But I can't help but be thrilled by what it represents. A baby step!!  And I couldn't be happier.

This is my Holly girl's picture. YAY!! Loving it.
Hope you all had a wonderful weekend. I'm really looking forward to hosting Thanksgiving at the Bird's Nest. We have so many things, big and small to be thankful for! ~Jaybird

Friday, November 16, 2012

Oh How I Miss You Blogfest

As soon as I read about this blog fest,  this blogger came straight to mind: Ash-Matic Does Things. 

Ash  hasn't posted in four months now.  And I really miss him. His blog is absolutely hilarious. Especially his original cartoons. One of my favorite posts of his was "Ash-Matic Does... Masculine Scratching".  Holy crow it's a flat out panic. (But not for the faint of heart.) Go read some of his posts, if you are in need of a good LOL. 

I miss you Ash!   And I'm sure lots of your other followers miss you to pieces too.  Please come back and post something fabulous soon!  Because  I always looked forward to reading  "Ash-Matic Does Things...."

The other blogger I would miss, happens to still be posting, just not as frequently as she used to: Faraway Eyes! She is an amazing writer and I luurve her blog. Far Away was one of the first bloggers to reach out and leave me a comment and I just about fell on the floor and died, when someone, (other than my sister) read my blog and commented on it. I would definitely miss her if she were gone.

As far as my favorite blogs and bloggers, I love each and every one of the blogs I have on my blogroll.  I would miss the hell out  of  any of them  if they stopped blogging! But especially-these amazing women who I would like to give a virtual *Hug* to right stinking  now, because I love them so much!!!

1. Clare Dugmore Writes
2. Kyra Lennon, Write Here, Write Now
3. Rachel at Writing on the Wall
4. Ilima at Ka'ao: Tell a Fanciful Tale
5. Jaycee DeLorenzo, Jaycee DeLorenzo's blog


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Paranormal Romance: Well Played or Played Out

No matter what you think about Stephenie Meyer's Twilight books, there is no denying their success. I just saw an article that stated people have already started to camp out for the premier of Breaking Dawn (part two) this weekend. They will be  living in tents pitched over concrete for five days! That is some serious dedication to the characters she created!

I read a lot of agent blogs. Many of those agents have made it clear that they will refuse to consider ANY paranormal romances, from now on. They think the market is saturated and there is no way they want to take on another. This is pretty disheartening news for paranormal writers. Guess who writes paranormal? Me.

Grant it, I write a lot of other genres too, but I happen to really love paranormal. And I've already written one. One that I'd like to see in print. I'm not deluded into believing I'm going to be the next Stephenie Meyer, not at all, I'd just like to see my hard work at least acknowledged by an agent. Which leads me to another question- who and what do you write for?

Should you scrap your ideas and  characters because an agent won't even entertain the idea of them? If your book isn't marketable anymore, do you nix it and jump on to the next big fad? Because personally, I won't. I feel like my story at least deserves a chance to be told. And I will publish it  myself, if I have too. How do you feel  about paranormal? I'd like to get your opinion. Is it still well-played or just plain played out?

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Three Little Cuckoo Birds

My girls always take turns playing/doing what the other one loves. When it's Faith's "turn" they will always cook or bake something. I  profit from her turn the most, because it always produces something delicious, and I wind up not having to cook dinner. (Yay) But I don't like it when the "Chef" leaves the "staff" a pile of dirty dishes and a jacked up kitchen to clean.

Since the hurricane, we've had to become very creative in what's for dinner. A lot of the stores are still not open and the ones that are, aren't fully stocked. Plus, I donated a lot of what I had in my stock pile and pantry to people who had nothing. So when Faith said she was going to make dinner, I wondered what the heck could she make, from the very little I had on hand- Holy crow,  I have to hand it to her, because this vegetable lasagna she came up with was AMAZING! And I can't seem to stop eating it. LOL

She will most likely be posting the recipe on her blog.  But here's a sneak peek:

Since there are so many delicious benefits, I'll take Faith's version of  playing over Farrah's ANY day. Because when it's Farrah's turn, the mess she leaves behind is the least of my worries... She's my little marine biologist/scientist in the making. And she loves to experiment! The "let's drop these Mentos into this bottle of Pepsi to see what happens" kind of experiments. (Even though she knows damn well what's gonna happen-she loves to impress an audience) Not to be outdone by her, "Mom, I had to save it!" moments, wherein things that live outside and should stay living outside, are dragged into my home to convalesce, in her expert care.

There was a toad that got run over by a lawn mower, a turtle that got hit by a car, birds with broken wings, and other various slimy things she needed to save. Farrah has three 150 gallon tanks in her room. Yes, I said THREE. One never knows what she will try and drag in next. We had that toad who got run over by the lawn mower for over two years! She named it Tara. My daughter hand-fed it crickets she carefully dusted with a special nutrient based powder. The day she released Tara back out into the wild, was a bittersweet one indeed. There must be A LOT of misplaced creatures out there since the hurricane, but so far, she hasn't found any yet. Not for lack of searching, mind you. I'm keeping my fingers crossed....

Farrah, panning for fossils in PA
Trying to teach her sister a thing or two.

And then, there's the "baby". Miss Frankie. She is the easiest to please. As long as someone is paying attention to her, she doesn't really care what they play. But her favorite thing to do, is write! (Yippee) She loves to write plays, dress up as the characters in it and put on a elaborate production for The Husband and I. She has quite a creative mind. I have no idea where she gets it from...muaah!

Here's Frankie, dressed as one of her characters. A cool cat from New Orleans, named "Jazz"
Never in a million years could I have imagined how different my three girls (only a year apart mind you) would turn out to be. I celebrate and enjoy their diversity and creativity. It brings such joy to  my heart and normally, I revel in it. I adore my girls! But after being cooped up with all three of these cuckoo birds for days on end, my sanity and patience with the mess they keep creating, has worn thin. And I'm counting the days until they can fly on back to school! LOL

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

IWSG- Zombies, Britney Spears and Writing, Oh My!

I have to start this post by saying big, huge thank you to everyone who left me comments as well as asked about my family and I, here at the Jersey Shore. We are bracing ourselves for yet another storm today. (My poor sister just got evacuated. Again!) The nor'easter that's coming looks pretty ugly. It's supposed to hit early this afternoon...which means there is a very good possibility we  will loose power. Again! If that happens, I promise to visit as many IWSG posts as soon as it's possible.

As for the IWSG, I owe you all another great big thank you! Thank you for welcoming me and my wild insecurities with open arms last month. It really helped to find out I was not alone in my neurosis. Although, now you've done it, because you welcomed me so warmly, I plan on staying. And you'll have to read posts like this one. Muaaahh!!!

So, Zombies, Britney Spears and Writing, Oh My. I know what you are thinking- my gawd this girl really has gone off the rails on the crazy train. But I promise I have a point and it is relevant to the  IWSG.

My hella cool friends, Mark & Becca at the Zombie Walk in Smithville, NJ
Just call me Britney bitches, because oops, I did it again!  I write something off the cuff and it may even be good, as is. But then I go back and reread it. I convince myself  it's all crap. Everything I've just written is so cliche and stupid. So I rewrite it. Not once, not twice, but three times. I rewrite and edit and revise it to death. I'm not happy until I kill it. And then kill it again. I'm not satisfied until what I've written has been fully Zombie-fied. All numb and dumb and virtually unrecognizable as what it once was. Why, oh why do I do this to myself, every single time? Why can't I just leave my work alone? It's Toxic. And I keep falling into this trap again and again.

I torture myself.  I wish I had the strength to just let something I write stand on it's own, before tearing it apart. But how do you stop yourself, from being your own worst enemy? We all sat by and watched poor Miss Britney spiral out of control and self-destruct. As a mom of three girls, it was especially painful for me to watch. I wanted to reach out and help. I wanted to hug her and tell her to slow down, stop the crazy and pull it together. I wanted to fix it. But no one, not her parents, or her partner or her manager could help until she acknowledged the problem herself. Thankfully, she seems to have finally conquered her demons and worked it out. How can I do the same? Because I fully realize I'm doing it, yet I just can't seem to stop myself!

Do any of you suffer from a  serious case of  the Zombies and Miss Britney? What helps pull you out of  a self-destructive spiral, when editing your work?


Monday, November 5, 2012

Human Nature

In the after math of  most disasters, you get to see examples of  the very best and very worst of human nature. Here are just a few examples of what I've seen after Hurricane Sandy so far:

The worst I've seen since Hurricane Sandy:
1. Looters! Trying to benefit from the misfortune of someone else is just disgusting. 
2. Our gas stations have lines that back up for miles. Some people were running out of gas, just waiting on line for their turn at the pumps. Grant it, these people are at their wits ends, many are hungry, cold and exhausted. But so is everybody else. That's no reason to start a fist fight. Everyone's tempers are short. Keep it in check people. This sucks for everyone, not just you.
3.I was sitting outside Home Depot  waiting on The Husband, when I saw a large truck pull up.  Immediately upon its arrival, a police officer and five or six Home Depot employees rushed out and surrounded it. You see, the truck was carrying generators. Thirty-two to be exact. In order to keep the peace and ensure the safe distribution of the generators to their customers, they needed a show of force. It was so disheartening, but honestly, absolutely necessary.

Now for my favorite. The best I've seen in people since Hurricane Sandy:
1. People who had heat, power and food who graciously opened their homes to anyone who did not.
2. Watching a young couple who were in need of formula and diapers for their baby at the store. Unfortunately, their credit cards were no good. The kind man on line behind them, who was listening to their struggles, without a word, stepped forward and swiped his own credit card to pay for their purchases.
3. Seeing random strangers come up to thank The Husband for his service, instead of hearing the usual snide remarks about cops all being donut eating pigs who sit on their ass and collect a salary for doing nothing but causing people misery and tickets.
4. People who came from far and wide to help try and put the Jersey Shore back together again. It's not their home, but they are treating it as such.

Surviving this Hurricane and it's aftermath has not been easy. We have a long road ahead of us here at the Jersey Shore. But we as human beings have a choice. You can choose how you are going to handle and overcome adversity. And it's our choices in the hardest moments, that define us most.