Am I The Only One?

I have had a list of industry specific books to read and review lately and since they are not available to the public, I won’t put them on here. So instead I am just going to share my unsolicited opinion on some topics….waiting with bated breath, are you?

How about you just stay the hell off my page if you have a problem with what I post! Keep your opinion about my opinion I post on MY page to yourself! lol #DA #mindyourownfuckingbusiness #Yourethenarcissist:

I think I am probably one of the only people who routinely goes through their Twitter account and deletes followers. Why? First off it is hard to keep up with so many people and all of their people and on and on.  I am not interested in getting followers just for the sake of numbers. I really need for you to have something in common with me. Books, Art, Music, Humor, and say hello once in a while, send me things you think I would like. And I do the same. If I follow you and you immediately DM me with all of your other sites and places I can buy your_______ ( fill in the blank).  That is an instant Block!


This weekend I did the same with my FB pages and accounts. Strictly because grown ass men and women that I grew up with and went from first grade to graduation with were jumping on 1. #boycottNFL bandwagon. Uh, no, I don’t think so. I don’t give a rat’s ass about what those players do as long as my Fantasy team kicks butt. And no one else seems to either. You should look up how many current players were convicted of felonies and are still playing most Sundays. And I waited way too long for football season. And 2. The Trump vs. Hillary topic. When you are calling the President’s mother and Hillary a whore, we have a problem. Unless being a whore is your profession, but this was used as a slur.

I don’t care where you stand on the political race, but name calling, especially calling women whores, is not okay. It makes me not like you and think way less of you than I already do. As my Momma would say, those people are ignorant and don’t have the vocabulary to express themselves in any other way.

I am fed up with it. We teach our children not to be bullies and name callers and yet we accept it and participate in it on television and in conversation. It’s embarrassing as a woman and as an American. I keep expecting the Queen to hop across the pond and put us all in a time out until we can get our shit together!

So to all of those people who live to do and say offensive things…mind your own business and if you can’t say something halfway intelligent, well then zip it.

As Nikki over at A Kinder Way says…be kind to everyone. hellokind

Thanks for listening and being kind!  xxP

A Sad Day in Soonerville….

soonerslose1Right up to the moment they scored their first touchdown, faithful Sooner Fans were yelling “Boomer” and answering each other with “Sooner”.  And then radio silence! Where did they all go?sonerschooner

I am pretty sure they loaded up the wagon and made a really long trip back to Norman.

When OU Boy got home the game was over. And that is when it got really good! First I locked the door and told him only Winners can come in. And no, you can’t have a cupcake. Cupcakes are for Winners!  Oh my gosh look at OSU wiping the floor with some popcorn team from Louisiana! And still Silence.  

I finally figured it out. They were all crying. Ahhh the tears of my enemies…life is sweet sometimes and other times, well, you’re a Sooner Fan. Also Congratulations to my BHS Pirates!  Stay tuned for more Trash Talk Sunday! For now I’m working on my Fantasy Football League.    xxooP

Debut Fiction to pick up this Fall!

The Bear and The Nightingale   A young woman’s family is threatened by forces both real and fantastical in this debut novel inspired by Russian fairy tales.

In a village at the edge of the wilderness of northern Russia, where the winds blow cold and the snow falls many months of the year, a stranger with piercing blue eyes presents a new father with a gift – a precious jewel on a delicate chain, intended for his young daughter. Uncertain of its meaning, Pytor hides the gift away and Vasya grows up a wild, willful girl, to the chagrin of her family. But when mysterious forces threaten the happiness of their village, Vasya discovers that, armed only with the necklace, she may be the only one who can keep the darkness at bay. Early Reviews on this one are so good I can’t wait to get it!


The Mothers   A dazzling debut novel from an exciting new voice, The Mothers is a surprising story about young love, a big secret in a small community—and the things that ultimately haunt us most. Set within a contemporary black community in Southern California, Brit Bennett’s mesmerizing first novel is an emotionally perceptive story about community, love, and ambition. It begins with a secret.

“All good secrets have a taste before you tell them, and if we’d taken a moment to swish this one around our mouths, we might have noticed the sourness of an unripe secret, plucked too soon, stolen and passed around before its season.”

It is the last season of high school life for Nadia Turner, a rebellious, grief-stricken, seventeen-year-old beauty. Mourning her own mother’s recent suicide, she takes up with the local pastor’s son. Luke Sheppard is twenty-one, a former football star whose injury has reduced him to waiting tables at a diner. They are young; it’s not serious. But the pregnancy that results from this teen romance—and the subsequent cover-up—will have an impact that goes far beyond their youth. As Nadia hides her secret from everyone, including Aubrey, her God-fearing best friend, the years move quickly. Soon, Nadia, Luke, and Aubrey are full-fledged adults and still living in debt to the choices they made that one seaside summer, caught in a love triangle they must carefully maneuver, and dogged by the constant, nagging question: What if they had chosen differently? The possibilities of the road not taken are a relentless haunt.

In entrancing, lyrical prose, The Mothers asks whether a “what if” can be more powerful than an experience itself. If, as time passes, we must always live in servitude to the decisions of our younger selves, to the communities that have parented us, and to the decisions we make that shape our lives forever.


First Light   A father from Chicago takes a road trip to the city of Whitehorse, in Yukon Territory, with his wife and son. During the car ride, they reveal to the boy their harrowing experience surviving a horrific plane crash in the wilderness ten years before, which is how the boy, in fact, came to be born.
Set amid the deep, wild woods of the Yukon, First Light tells the story of Daniel Albrecht and Kerry Egan, young lovers leaving a work trip in Alaska to plan their wedding back home in Chicago. Not long into their trip, both engines of their plane catch fire and send them careening into a mountainside in the middle of a terrible snowstorm. Kerry is seriously injured in the accident, and it soon becomes clear that search-and-rescue teams aren’t going to find the survivors in time to save her. Daniel—the one person with survival experience amid the passengers—makes the courageous decision to find help and bring it back to the rest of the passengers, hoping against hope he might save the woman he loves. He leaves Kerry in the care of their coworker, Phil Velez, himself seriously injured in the crash, and takes off into the woods to find a town, a house with a telephone, a road. Something.
But Daniel’s choices are made all the more difficult by the presence of his boss, a stubborn man more interested in results than taking care of people. Only one man will come out of their trek alive, but it still may not be in time to save Kerry and the others back at the crash site, slowly dying from their injuries.
As the parents’ story draws to a close, the truth about the boy’s life, and the identity of his father, will at last be revealed.

These are 3 I have earmarked for Fall, and maybe the following:

The Education of Dixie DupreeBehold the Dreamers

Thanks to the Publishers for these!

A House Divided ( Living in Hostile Territory)

What a special Friday this is!  It’s Fall! And College Football is back! Let the smack talking begin!  In our house we have OU Boy. Self explanatory. And on the other side we have a real football team, FSU. The trash talk has already started among the Sooners and the Gators, two teams we have strong feelings for. When was y’alls last National Championship Title?

We have the coolest Mascot ever! Who else rides a horse out and plants a spear on that 50 yard line??

I am so sad to say that my very own brother is a (gasp) Gator! And he’s a lawyer so he is a big disappointment to the family.

Sooner fans are probably the strangest fans I’ve ever met! The first time OU Boy and I watched a Sooner game together and they lost. I came in the bedroom and he is on the bed with his pillow over his face. I’ve heard when he was little he would stick his head in the oven. It was an electric stove!  When my Daddy was alive we loved torturing Sooners. One day my Daddy called and said he had been at the Cracker Barrel and had seen a lot of people with red eyes and then he noticed their car tag….Sooners.


So all of you Sooner fans, tomorrow is your day with Houston. FSU will be playing on Monday, like the big boys….against Ole’ Miss. Sorry all my Mississippi loves, but it’s nothing personal!

Have a great weekend…as for me I’ve got my spreadsheet ready for the year!

Pirate Love xxoo

A Pirate’s View of Austria and Hungary

While my eye situation is getting better every day, I’ve been bored out  of my mind! I can only read for so long before my eye ( the half good one) gets tired.

I’ve cleaned everything that would keep still and I can’t even get the Trump supporters to argue with me anymore. For some reason they are just so nice to me.

Yesterday I decided to straighten up some photo albums and found some pictures I hadn’t thought about lately. So…today we go on a little trip. No plundering or pillaging on this one.Image result for hotel intercontinental vienna

Welcome to the Intercontinental Wien. In Vienna, Austria. Lovely place and very well located to walk to everything.Image result for mozart park in vienna  Including Mozart Park.

Austria 001One Weird house in Vienna.Very cool story behind this building.I’m the tallest in this crowd!

Headed in to the Palace. My former Mother in law getting sick of my picture taking.

Trolling the streets of Salzburg. They just don’t build castles like they used to.

We had a very formal dinner here. It was very lovely.

Headed down the Danube with the Singing Girl on the Pesh side of Budapest. They served me straight up Vodka and Salami for breakfast. Yeah!


The final changing of the guard in what is no longer Red Square. Giving the country back. Bye to the Russians.

The Cemetery where The Sound of Music was filmed!

St. Stephen’s on the hill. The hills from The Sound of Music and a church I just loved.

It was a great 3 weeks and I learned so much. I paid a guy $10 for a glass of ice. I asked for Ketchup and was given a can of tomato paste and a spoon. And Tori and I got drunk on Russian Vodka with some soldiers on the train from Hungary to Austria. The most important thing I learned was that the USA is just a baby country compared to these countries. The history alone was mind blowing. The food and I did not get along. I existed on bread and wine. Lots of wine. And I can’t wait to go back!



National Rum Day

As an upstanding member of the Pirate Nation, it would be horribly rude of me to not celebrate National Rum Day. I’m pretty sure there is something in the Codex about it.

It may come as a big shock to you, but I love Rum!
While other people may be stocking up on cigars when they go on a cruise, I am stocking up on the Tortuga Rum Cake in the Caymans.

In 1984, while working for Cayman Airways, Captain Robert Hamaty and his wife Carlene, an in-flight supervisor, founded the Tortuga Rum Company, Ltd. They introduced the first rums of the Cayman Islands, primarily to appeal as a souvenir to the growing tourist and cruise passenger business. In 1987, they opened the first Tortuga duty free liquor store and later that year introduced the now world famous Tortuga Caribbean Rum Cake.

For years Carlene had baked rum cakes for special occasions, using a four-generation old family recipe. Friends in the food business encouraged her to make it part of the Tortuga line. First offered at a local restaurant, her moist delectable cake was an instant hit.By 1990 the demand was so great that the company expanded with a bakery, making their cake the Caribbean’s first commercially produced rum cake. A custom vacuum-seal packaging machine was added in 1991. The process prolongs the cakes’ shelf life for up to twelve months or indefinitely if refrigerated or frozen – ideal for distribution anywhere in the world.

One of these mini cakes will have you mellowed out just fine!  They do ship world wide for those who can’t make it down to the Caymans.

For 5 years I tried to duplicate the recipe and I pretty much have it down. There is a cup of Rum in the batter and a cup in the glaze. I’ve had people actually lick the platter clean! Especially that one time when I tripled the recipe for a birthday at the American Legion. Let’s just say there were some shenanigans going on that night!

Enjoy your Rum today and give these cakes a try. You won’t regret it!



The Un-Anniversary Anniversary

On August 11, 2007, I got married. Seriously, I

At OU Boy’s grandparents farm. It was one of the happiest days of my life. 20160811_121608_resized

Some backstory here for those of you who don’t know. In 2002 I was a totally messed up widow. My therapist tells me the messed up part is natural after finding your 36 year old husband just doesn’t wake up one morning. On a Friday in June I woke up and an hour later I was a widow. The following year was hell. This was way more than I could wrap my head around.

I got rid of everything and moved to an apartment on the beach. Every morning I woke up, walked across the street to the beach and walked for 3 miles and then plopped my self down on a towel and took a nap until 11:30. Then it was a jump in the pool to cool off and float an hour, then shower, change and go to work. 20160811_122608

After more than a year of this routine my son brought some friends to my place for food. I would say dinner but really these guys just wanted some food. OU Boy was one of those boys, well he was 24, but still a boy. They all left except for one. He went to Southern Miss. and was a cheerleader and wanted to show me his backflip. And ask me out.

Next thing I know there is a knock at the door and it was OU Boy. He looks at the cheerleader boy and says ” Let’s go”. The boy left.Image result for male cheerleader gif

A few weeks later my son was run over by a car. Literally.After the surgery and once his Dad had flown in and taken over I went home and here came OU Boy with my son’s jacket that had been left on the ground. I’m sitting on the sofa blubbering away and the next thing I know he’s kissing the brain right out of my head! We didn’t leave the apartment for a couple of days and received a note on my door about noise along with a duffel bag that OU Boy’s room mates had left, saying they thought he wasn’t coming back. He did not. Ever.

Even after my son told him, “Dude, you don’t want to date my mom. She will dump you in 3 weeks tops. It’s just how she is. Also she is probably a witch”. All true statements.

After a year he started proposing and I kept breaking out in a rash every time the M word was mentioned. Then there was Katrina and we ended up in Oklahoma. His people are here and I fell in love with them from the first meeting.  So I told him that once a certain closet in our house was full of all the wedding things we would need, I would marry him.

People were so afraid I would run that I am pretty sure not only was the Chief of Police there but I think half the force was also. Lining the driveway.

It was a beautiful country wedding with friends, family and a band along with some goats.


OU Boy making sure Everyone signs that Marriage License!

I have to be honest and say this guy loves me more than I deserve. A few years ago I decided I couldn’t do the Married thing anymore. It made me itch and I felt trapped. So we got a divorce. It was just in my head, but we have been together now for 13 years and I love him more than my horse.

So today we will still celebrate our anniversary because for once in my life I am going to see something through to the end!

Love you Babe xxP

What are you reading this August?

Burying the Honeysuckle Girls by [Carpenter, Emily]

Althea Bell is still heartbroken by her mother’s tragic, premature death—and tormented by the last, frantic words she whispered into young Althea’s ear: Wait for her. For the honeysuckle girl. She’ll find you, I think, but if she doesn’t, you find her.

Adrift ever since, Althea is now fresh out of rehab and returning to her family home in Mobile, Alabama, determined to reconnect with her estranged, ailing father. While Althea doesn’t expect him, or her politically ambitious brother, to welcome her with open arms, she’s not prepared for the chilling revelation of a grim, long-buried family secret. Fragile and desperate, Althea escapes with an old flame to uncover the truth about her lineage. Drawn deeper into her ancestors’ lives, Althea begins to unearth their disturbing history…and the part she’s meant to play in it.

Gripping and visceral, this unforgettable debut delves straight into the heart of dark family secrets and into one woman’s emotional journey to save herself from a sinister inheritance.

The Black Widow (Gabriel Allon Series Book 16) by [Silva, Daniel]

Bestselling author Daniel Silva delivers another spellbinding international thriller—one that finds the legendary Gabriel Allon grappling with an ISIS mastermind.

Gabriel Allon, the art restorer, spy, and assassin described as the most compelling fictional creation “since Ian Fleming put down his martini and invented James Bond” (Rocky Mountain News), is poised to become the chief of Israel’s secret intelligence service. But on the eve of his promotion, events conspire to lure him into the field for one final operation. ISIS has detonated a massive bomb in the Marais district of Paris, and a desperate French government wants Gabriel to eliminate the man responsible before he can strike again.

Acclaimed novelist Daniel Silva has thrilled, entertained and educated readers with eighteen thoughtful and gripping spy novels featuring a diverse cast of compelling characters and ingenious plots that have taken them around the globe and back—from the United States to Europe, Russia to the Middle East. From its shocking opening to its explosive denouement in Washington, D.C., The Black Widow reveals itself as Silva’s most timely and powerful novel yet. Following the success of his smash hit The English Spy, this electrifying thriller showcases Silva’s consummate skill and brilliant imagination, and is sure to be a must read for his multitude of current and future fans.

When you turn an election into a three-ring circus, there’s always a chance that the dancing bear will win,” says Isenberg of the political climate surrounding Sarah Palin. And we recognize how right she is today. Yet the voters boosting Trump have been a permanent part of our American fabric, argues Isenberg.

The wretched and landless poor have existed from the time of the earliest British colonial settlement. They were alternately known as “waste people,” “offals,” “rubbish,” “lazy lubbers,” and “crackers.” By the 1850s, the downtrodden included so-called “clay eaters” and “sandhillers,” known for prematurely aged children distinguished by their yellowish skin, ragged clothing, and listless minds.

Surveying political rhetoric and policy, popular literature and scientific theories over four hundred years, Isenberg upends assumptions about America’s supposedly class-free society––where liberty and hard work were meant to ensure real social mobility. Poor whites were central to the rise of the Republican Party in the early nineteenth century, and the Civil War itself was fought over class issues nearly as much as it was fought over slavery. Reconstruction pitted poor white trash against newly freed slaves, which factored in the rise of eugenics–-a widely popular movement embraced by Theodore Roosevelt that targeted poor whites for sterilization. These poor were at the heart of New Deal reforms and LBJ’s Great Society; they haunt us in reality TV shows like Here Comes Honey Boo Boo and Duck Dynasty. Marginalized as a class, white trash have always been at or near the center of major political debates over the character of the American identity.
We acknowledge racial injustice as an ugly stain on our nation’s history. With Isenberg’s landmark book, we will have to face the truth about the enduring, malevolent nature of class as well.

When you turn an election into a three-ring circus, there’s always a chance that the dancing bear will win,” says Isenberg of the political climate surrounding Sarah Palin. And we recognize how right she is today. Yet the voters boosting Trump have been a permanent part of our American fabric, argues Isenberg.

The wretched and landless poor have existed from the time of the earliest British colonial settlement. They were alternately known as “waste people,” “offals,” “rubbish,” “lazy lubbers,” and “crackers.” By the 1850s, the downtrodden included so-called “clay eaters” and “sandhillers,” known for prematurely aged children distinguished by their yellowish skin, ragged clothing, and listless minds.

The Silence Between Moonbeams is about life — not always romantic, and not always easy, but often beautiful.

Everything is a product of the universe, the one thing about life we all share. It binds us together not only on a cellular level, but it’s also quintessential to the human condition. Thoughts, feelings, triumphs, love, loss, and much more are covered throughout these pages.

Discover what it feels like to live.

This last book is available on Smashwords and was written by our friend and fellow blogger, Sarah Doughty. 
What is on your August Reading List?  Share!!!

The Journey of My Left Eye

Yesterday I was so excited to go to the Clinic. I just knew we were going to get good news. However, that was not the case. Tomorrow we will see if I need to have the surgery.

Before I get into the whining and moaning portion of the story, let me just say this, Dean McGee Eye Institute is one of the best places in the country if you have an eye issue. Everyone who works there is calm, kind, and understanding. Just walking in the building you feel calm. It’s quiet and smells really nice! From the Techs to the Residents to the long time Doctors, everyone is so caring.

Yesterday we were there for 3 and 1/2 hours. They did the usual exam and took their measurements. Then they spoke the words ” I think it’s time Dr. L, the Corneal Surgeon came in”. So in he comes, lovely man, gentle hands, giving orders. First I had to go have pictures taken of my eye. Like real Digital Camera pictures. Then it was off to the Ultrasound Lab. Never had an ultrasound of your eye? Well, it’s exactly what you would think. I got back to my room and in comes all 4 doctors. One numbs my eye and the next one is calling for a speculum. Speculum? I am only familiar with that term in the OB/GYN office, but nope, there is one for your eye. Still metal and from the look on OU Boy’s face, it must have been bad. He was shaking his head NO! Then they laid out the tiny metal scrapers so they could scrap the eye for cultures again. OU Boy is looking everywhere except in my direction. 

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After all of that, my doctor said, well I want you to come in Friday and we’ll see if I’m just going to have to go in and cut out the bad part and let that heal and then do a corneal transplant. All because after a month, I still am not sterile. Now in my head I am yelling What??? I’ve been taking 5 different antibiotics for a month, how much more sterile can I get? I left in tears and woke up this morning with the exact amount of pain you would expect from having your eyeball scraped.

Most days I am on top of this thing. Today is not that day. I hurt and I’m scared and I don’t have time for this mess!

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Thank you all for listening to me whine. Now I’m going to go cut my hair, because it keeps getting caught in the eye patch. Let’s see how that goes.


The Versatile Blogger Award

I would like to thank Eddaz who nominated me and encourage you all to check out the lovely things she is doing over there as well!

The Rules:

  1. Show the award on your Blog
  2. Thank the person who nominated you
  3. Share 7 things about yourself
  4. Nominate 10 other Bloggers

Seven Things About Me:

  1. I am a Taurus and I am stubborn as a mule.
  2. I like being alone way too much
  3. I am a Southern girl from birth!
  4. I only eat plants
  5. If you can make me laugh, I’m yours!
  6. I love reading blogs written by bloggers from other countries
  7. If you have cake, you are always welcome to stop by!

So there you have it!  Thanks again to Eddaz! You may as well know that I am not a rules follower, so instead of nominating 10 bloggers, just jump in and feel free. I nominate you all for you all give me so much fun and interesting things to think about!