Enjoy your holiday!
It’s Thanksgiving this week, and I just wanted to say that one of my many blessings is YOU, the readers. Thanks for your continued support and enthusiasm. You rock! Next Monday(ish), I’ll blog about the cold and flu season ’cause we soooo need to discuss illness getting it’s own freaking season. I will also give you an opinion about making money taking online surveys. I tried it. It kinda sucked. But hey, details on that next week. My friend and fellow Leaguer, Kelly Meding, debuts a new series with her awesome THREE DAYS TO DEAD. Vis

‘Tis the Season. Apparently.
I’d like to thank everyone who dropped by last week and commented. Even though I don’t always comment back, I read them all, and I’m amazed at the stories about toothpaste, favorite books, and shopping triumphs. Thanks for sharing! Before we go any further: ~Linda~ You won the contest two blogs ago. If you want your prize email me at michelebardsleyATyahoo.com. Free books, chica! Email me! I have an update about the Aquafresh “iso-active foaming toothgel.” (I just love that description.) In the comments, Amber mentioned doing whatever it takes to get her daughter to brush her teeth … and I have the same issue with The Boy. I figu

Books I Have Loved … and Toothpaste … and Shopping
A big thank you for dropping by last week and posting about your sucka experiences and the charities you support. It’s nice to know I’m not the only who’s fallen for ye olde sob story. I spent last weekend at the Red Dirt Book Festival in Shawnee, Oklahoma. I wrote a detailed blog about it at the League of Reluctant Adults. I’m giving away a Red Dirt Festival tote filled with books. Some are autographed, and all are awesome. You wanna pop over there to read the blog and leave a comment to enter the contest?

Give till it hurts
So, November means snow (well, not in this part of Texas), the start of the holiday and shopping seasons, and the extra baggage for our annual guilt trips. You know, the g-trips I’m talking about: We’re suppose to give to the hungry, to the children, to the animals (those Sarah Mclaughlin save-the-abused-animals commercials make me cry … here, little sad doggie, take my money, please), and let’s not forget, to the retailers. ‘Cause some of those stores give a percentage of your funds (or hey, just donate this dollar or five and get your name on a cut-out) to charitable causes. I’m a sucker. Well, I’m less of a sucker than I used to be, bu

They’re coming to get you, Barbara.
Yesterday morning, I was watching the vampire documentary on History Channel. The Romanian dude was examining dead Romanian dudes and pointing out different things (bloody lips, longer fingernails) to explain why people in medieval times believed the dead had risen … as vampires! Muhahahahahaha. Then my son, fresh from his shower and pre-breakfast joined me. I was perfectly willing to turn the channel to cartoons. I’m all in for Spongebob Squarepants. My son … eh, not so much. (How can anyone NOT want to watch cartoons? The mind boggles.) He turned it to SyFy Channel because Night of the Living Dead was on. At 8 a.m. I know what you’re thin