Happy Birthday to Me! (Well, a little early, but it's OK)

     I am a Scorpio baby. I was born in 1961, and being born on November 22 still allowed someone to be a Scorpio. It wasn't until I was old, and I mean really old, something like 30 before I found out that they'd changed all the alignments and called people born on November 22 by another Zodiac; Saggitarius! Now, it's not that I'm a hater, no, it's nothing like that, but you just don't go around calling an American Staffordshire anything but what he or she is. You'd say they were an English Setter just because they came out of their mother a day later than those in charge think is proper! No...I guess that was a dumb analogy, but I'm 100% Scorpio and maybe just a little Sagittarius, depending on what percentage is left after 100% is all used up. That's how much Saggitarius  I am. 

    This year, like every other year that I've been alive, and most assuredly even before that, there will be another November 22, and that day is the day I celebrate being born! If you know me, you know I was due on December 19th, but something inside of me simply couldn't wait. It's because every bone and muscle in my body knew that if I waited another moment, I'd be forever branded a Saggitarius! That's what I think. Again, I have too many friends born between November 23 and December 20th (Now, the 21st) to be too judgmental. They're super great, but I'm not one of them. To the last, they will adamantly agree, I assure you.

    So, this year, because I'm old because I love cooking, and because I can, I bought myself a truly wonderful gift. I will use it, I will absolutely use it, and anyone and/or everyone in my household at the time I use it will benefit. This, I can promise you.  I don't make that promise lightly; I've been doing what I do for too many years to pretend nothing less than sheer truth-telling when it comes to me and my use of cookware.

    I decided I needed a cast iron Dutch oven. I've gotten along with just owning a cast iron skillet for a while, and then when someone who will remain nameless put it in the washing machine a few years back, I lost it - by that, I mean I lost the use of the cast iron skillet, I did manage to keep most of my cool. I don't really freak too severely when things are lost, stolen, or broken -- which is odd, but it's another trait of the Scorpio, thus proving my mental strength and capacity to decide if there will be retaliation - you need a cool head for these things.

    I bought myself an 11" cast iron Dutch oven with a lid. I also bought silicone mitts, stainless steel spatulas, turners, and tongs. I've been playing with the cheap plastic ones for far too long; it's time to grow up a little. It's gonna hurt some, but at my age, it could help to admit I'm worthy of stainless steel utensils. I may even ceremoniously throw the others out, but I know me. I'm too Scottish; I'll clean them up and donate them. It's what I do, it's who I am.

    Friday is my birthday, so if one or the other kid doesn't take me out, I'll make a shepherd's pie using meatballs, melted mozz cheese, and basil for the top. If one or the other kid does end up taking me out, I'll make the meal on Saturday next. Either way, I'm happy to use the new Dutch oven, and anyone in the house will be happy I did. It would need to be deeper to make a bloomin' onion, but I can make onion fries and they're really good - especially when you use a good Southwest season on them.....ooohhhh...ahhhhh.

    Happy Birthday to me!! I've never been one to ask for anything for my birthday, but this year, I may ask the kids to consider letting me cook for them; if only there was a big family-oriented meal that could be cooked and celebrated sometime near my birthday each year -- hummmmm, well, I guess I can be thankful for what I do have. (Hint: My kids go to their "other sides" for Thanksgiving, but Laura has remained loyal, so she'll get the onion fries right next to her chicken breast, ham, potato salad with eggs, green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, sweet buns, and pecan pie!) 

    Happy November to you!! (My Dutch oven is cream colored, not blue, but this one is nice too.) 

    

Photo Credit: Pinterest.com

Zach and Annie!! (Simple Scottish Living)

     Oh, the good life! If I could do what I want, I would travel (you know where I'd go) and write all day. That's just such a lie...I would wake up, lounge around, make my coffee, walk my dogs, write in my journal maybe, and pray a lot, then and only after the 2nd or 3rd cup of coffee would I actually write the books!  That, to me, is Simple Scottish Living! 

    Now, you have to bear with me because I'm super excited about my new weekend splurge, and yes, I'm going to tell you all about it. If there are three or four things I love, it's Jesus, my family, writing, and Scotland. I can't wait to get to the point where I can finally say I reside on both sides of the ocean and that my books are selling like Southern biscuits and gravy; who needs hotcakes when you have biscuits and gravy?

    My newest fun times, my newest me-time, has been waiting for and watching the REAL Simple Scottish Living. I watch Zach and Annie on YouTube and live vicariously (sort of) through them. I don't really want to repeat the whole raising a family thing again, but yeah, you know, the other stuff would be great! Sit back, sip a cuppa, and listen to me go on and on about them. You're going to love them—just like me.

    Zach and Annie are a married young couple living in East Lothian (east of Edinburgh), but it wasn't always that way; in fact, the whole thing about living in Scotland is only about six months old for those two.  Zach was born in Scotland, and Annie was born in the States. They met about 16 or 17 years ago while working as camp counselors in New England and fell in love. I'll let them fill you in on all the mushy details; they're too sweet not to listen to. You'll find yourself wishing they'd started their blogs years ago -- we can't get enough! (By we, I mean, of course, all the "ZacAnnies"...did I just totally coin that?  I mean, the many thousands of us who watch their wholesome and wonderful videos every weekend on YouTube!)

    Here's the link to their channel, "Simple Scottish Living." Go now...well, no, wait until you've finished reading the blog, then go...then go! Thank me later.  Oh, and do yourself a favor and watch the videos a second time to catch all the little things you missed the first time.  (Sorry, no matter how many times I watch it, or try it, I'm not eating Marmite...nope, not doin' it.) If you have a romantic drop of blood in you, you'll think this sweet couple was created right out of the clouds. They're so relatable, so interesting, and a lot of fun!

    I'd love to tell you more, but I don't want to spoil their many surprises and revelations about what it means to leave their comfortable middle-class lives in America to move to a place where time nearly stands still, but the rain makes up for it! You'll fall in love with their choices, experiences, love for each other, and, of course, their families! It's not just me; I'm not the only one who could only wish and dream that I had made the same choice when I was raising kids -- maybe if you're thinking about a change in your life, you'll give these two a little more of your time, they can certainly encourage you and even help you if you're serious about uprooting and making Scotland your end game!

    I'd say I double-dog dare you to watch, but I don't have to. You'll thank me twice after the first video!! Slainte! (No, it's not Irish! It's very very Scottish, thank you!) 

PHOTO CREDIT:  YouTube (and Zach and Annie) 

Kiba...the Fourth Dog.

 I told you about Kiba, our new little Chipom puppy that I bought from my co-worker about a month ago.  He was born around the 4th of July, but we're giving him the 7th of July as his birthday because the dog my daughter had for over 16 years was a small little Chihuahua mix, and he was literally born on 07-07-07.  Kiba is in good company if he can share a birthday with Sir Yuuki.

    Kiba, or "Kibbler" as I call him, because he's quite realistically small, as small as an elf you may come across, and he is just a menace, and we love it. He's always on the go, never stopping until he stops full tilt to go to sleep wherever it is that he lands, and then, once he's fully charged again, he is back at it, terrorizing anyone and everyone who lives within the walls of our house.

    Because he's still under two pounds, we're holding off on neutering him. He'll turn about seven months old before he reaches the critical weight size he needs to go under anesthesia for the operation. I completely agree with our vet on that one. He tells me he hasn't worked on a tiny dog in a while; he may have to break out the bifocals or some magnifying glass attached to his head so he can see the organs clearly. Kiba is one tiny little guy!

    As I type this, he's barking his head off, trying to make himself seen and heard. Apparently, something is happening in the other room that he simply can't be without. Still, since his owner, my daughter, has banned him from leaving my office until whatever she's doing is completed, he'll just have to suck it up, and by suck it up, I mean he's pacing the floor, biting the bottom of the door when he can, and he's prancing - doing the high step thing, to beat the band. You'd think he was being beaten to a pulp the way he sounds right now, but no,  he's just being ignored. I'm typing, she's working out, and he's not being paid attention to, and he won't have it.

    It was hilarious earlier, when I made myself dinner, and he decided, like the big dogs, he wanted whatever I was eating. OK...let's see; I had quiche...check, he took a piece of that.  I had an avocado, which wasn't exactly what he was expecting, and I had some carrots, too. He hasn't decided if he likes carrots or avocados, but if the other dogs are eating them, he's going to eat them, and if it means he can keep them from eating something, he's all about that, too.

    I call him a ChiPom rather than a PomChi because he's 3/4 Chihuahua and 1/4 Pomeranian. His mother is half and half, but his daddy is full Chihuahua! He's not as hairy as his mother, but not quite as big as his father...not yet. He'll top out around five or six pounds when he's finished growing, and we'll see him under our feet better than we do now.  

    The guy is 100% feisty, and that's just such a breath of freshness and a blessing, as he had parvo a few weeks back before we got him. He had to overcome so much at such a very young age -- no wonder he's taking life by the tail and swinging it around as much as possible! You know, Chihuahuas...they think they rule the world, and maybe they do.

Photo Credit: Me. (Kiba) 

My New New Book - The Grange

    I'm already thinking about and planning out my newest new book, and this one ...well, it won't be like the others. I knew it from the first time I began thinking about it, but I wasn't quite sure what genre I could or would eventually categorize it in so that I could plan the ending. You see, you have to have the end before you have the beginning -- at least, that's how I write anyway. 

     I knew the title of the book very early on; it comes from a place I love, absolutely love, and of course, it's in Edinburgh, Scotland. Oh, it's not Arthur's seat, the Salsbury crags, or even Calton Hill, Castlerock, or Canongate. The place that will be captured in the newest new book, is a cemetery called The Grange. Wait...what? Did she say it was going to take place in a cemetery? OK, that's weird, and it may be a little creepy too. OK, you've got me.

    I wanted to write a horror book. I did. I wanted to write a big, fat, scary, crazy-suspenseful book about blood, gore, and wickedness until I realized I'm not good at being all that bad. I keep thinking if I write something wicked, I may invite demons to dance in my head or something. No one wants that. I can't pull it off. I can pull off creepy. I can pull off strange, odd, weird, bizarre, and fringe -- but I can't pull off evil. It's just not there, and really, that's a good thing.

    The Grange is a relatively younger or newer cemetery, at least by Edinburgh or Scotland standards. Established in 1847, only a few graves were dug for a few years; it took a while for the dead to catch on. There will be a good enough story to tell about the place, and of course, as always, there will be some truth to it, and enough fiction to keep the book honestly untruthful. I can't have anyone accusing me of writing a true historical book -- not when I'm a novelist. That can't happen.  The disclaimer may be a couple of pages if I need to be really clear about some facts.

    Anyway, that's the big new story coming out of my heart right after the big new story I'm writing now, which took the place of another big story that I've set aside and will write it right after I write The Grange. I could use an entire year off so I could sit myself down and write the 10-12 books I have floating around in my head at the moment -- at least I have a plan! If I die before the plan comes to pass, so be it - if the Rapture comes before the plan comes to pass, even better. But...if we're all here, and nothing happens, I'll be the one writing -- and writing...and well, you know.

The Grange

Photo Credit:  Karen Treadwell 

STRATFORD -- the Book. Chapter 5 is DONE!

     If you are a fan of Oklahoma, and by that, I mean you really love the state, then you can't go very long or far without hearing the name "Alfalfa Bill Murray." He was the 9th Governor of the State of Oklahoma, and when it comes to being 100% Okie, well, maybe not; the man was technically a Texan when it comes down to it.  He was born November 21, 1869, putting him at my great-grandfather's age. My great-grandfather knew William Henry Murray and wrote about him in the Tishomingo Paper.  Another newspaperman, Irvin Hurst of The Daily Oklahoman, wrote often about the man, but they weren't friends. Irvin was my friend much later in his life, and by that time, by the time Irvin was in his late 80s, he had grown to love and respect his old nemesis, Bill Murray. 

     The former governor died about five years before I was born, but it didn't take me too long to learn about him in school. When I did, I remembered him for his reputation as a hard-headed man and his reputation for being good for our state.  He was a rough and rugged man, even if he was a string bean sort of character, sporting his long-handled mustache and keeping a cigar poking out of his mouth most of the time. When he spoke, he did so with a voice that truly carried - he was heard.

    My new book, Stratford, takes place between October 1933 and Valentine's Day 1934. It has a minimal and distinct timeframe and will showcase a few of the more interesting developments in government during such time. It will also focus on Governor Bill Murray, a central or semi-main character. If you wanted to compare the actor-comedian Bill Murray to the old man we knew and loved as our coming-of-age governor, there would be very little to compare. (You can laugh with only one of them) Alfalfa had a few too many things on his plate to waste his time cracking jokes. Still, those who knew him best said his wit, charm, and humor ran deep, if not ultimately a bit too dry for most.

    Chapter five introduces the man to the book's central theme and plot. The first seven or eight chapters of my books explain the rest of the book you're holding so you can follow along without worrying or wondering too much about facts and details. I would love to go into more detail about how Bill Murray became a staple in the Chickasaw Nation as a bonafide white man, a Scot by heritage.  Both his mother and his father were of Scottish descent, and one fascinating fact is that Uriah Dow Thomas Murray, the father of the Governor, moved to Bethany, Oklahoma, before he passed away. He's buried in the cemetery on 63rd and Rockwell -- in my hometown! That could be why we learned about Alfalfa Bill as early as we did in school.

    Anyway, the 5th chapter is written. I can get into the grove and type out a chapter a day for the next few days, then a few more over the weekends. By the end of the month, "Stratford" should be written. I think it will be a good book - it's already changed from somewhat mean-spirited to a more realistic and forward-thinking book- much to my chagrin. 

    I wanted it to be a blasting cap of a book, to really punch the people in the face who live in that city now who took me for an illegal roller coaster of a ride seventeen years ago -- I'll write about it in the "Author's Notes" section of the book -- there is a reason I chose to dump on Stratford. However, this past week, my favorite cousin told me her dad, my favorite uncle (married to my favorite aunt), was born in STRATFORD!! WHAT? So now I can't be as mean as I wanted to be. Thanks, Uncle Marvin!

    Anyway, that's the skinny on that—Chapters 6, 7, and 8 will be written this week, then 9, 10, 11, and 12 probably over the weekend. Maybe by this time next week, I'll be nearly halfway finished—we'll see. I like the method I'm using, and I like the way things are flowing—it could be that I wanted to write it this way all along, but I only thought I wanted to be nasty!

"Alfalfa Bill" Governor William H. Murray (9th Gov. OK. 1931-1934) 

Photo Credit: Wikipedia

KROGER on the Way!! ( My First Time to Order Online )

     I live in Oklahoma City, and we don't have a  Kroger grocery store here. If we did, I would go there. I love that store. I love Aldi too, don't get me wrong. I also love Trader Joe's, but I really love and have loved Kroger since 2010, when I lived in Indianapolis' suburbia city of Avon. LOVE shopping at Kroger, and yes, while I was there, I tiptoed into Meijer as well. Both are great, but the prices and the atmosphere of Kroger made me feel as if I could stick around and enjoy both good products with excellent pricing while shopping in what could be described as an upscale store.

    Well, here you go...it's 2024, and Kroger doesn't have a physical store here, but they must have a warehouse because they have online shopping and delivery here in my great city! I was super excited when I began seeing the ads for it, and then when I saw a Kroger store delivery van driving around town, I knew something was up. Honestly, I assumed they built a store, and I just somehow missed it. It's OK if it's just the food and not the physical store; most people must realize that Kroger brands are truly marketed name brands. As it was described to me, when they produce the product, it is divided; part of it goes to the left and is labeled with named brand labels, and the other side goes to the right, and a Kroger label is slapped on it! Bam!

    If Kroger is anything, it's affordable, and in today's wild and wooly days of inflation, having something affordable is a good thing. If you know me, you know I've been online shopping for about fifteen years - but I wasn't doing it in REALITY since I could only fantasy shop at Peapods, which was the only grocery delivery I knew of, and it was in Chicago. I wasn't in Chicago. 

    Peapods is an online grocery store and warehouse in and around Chicago, and you must be a member to use it. I learned about it in 2008 - and have been pretending ever since. Well, now... thanks to all the online stores that deliver, I can do it for real. I tried it with our Aldi, but it didn't work out. I don't know if I blogged about it, but yeah, no. I was not happy.

    Kroger it is! I use Sam's, of course, and still will. Since I can have Kroger deliver what I need when I either forget things or when I need things I can't find at Sam's, it's good there are choices - and I don't have to go out into the world, fight traffic, people in the aisles, and try to make it through the store wondering if there will be enough cashiers when I do get up to the front. That's a thing! They usually have 8-10 people in line before they'll open up another lane! No, thank you. Delivery is good, it's all about the shopping for me, not the check out!

    I used to laugh and say I'm going to get into photography so I can take photos of food...but that's a thing, too. People make good money doing that now. Crazy!! Food prices at Kroger are about the same as at all of the other stores I frequent, but now I don't have to frequent them - I can just pop online and "shop" or pretend -- or both. Best of both worlds!  Granted, I may not be able to eyeball the produce, but if they give bad stuff, I can put in a complaint, and I bet they don't do it again -- they're up on keeping those ratings as high as they can be. It's a good match; Kroger delivery and me.

    Kroger's brand is about 20-34% lower than the very same product that goes to the left at production to get a name-brand label. I like the savings and knowing that what I consume is good; believe me, you can't say the same about most store brands! I've tested them all. Kroger wins. So, I did it; I put in my first order, which comes tomorrow between 10:00 and 11:00 a.m. (You get to choose the times, too.) I love it. Love, love, love it. I didn't think about the tip, so I don't have cash on me for the delivery person tomorrow - when they arrive, I'll see if they have a Venmo or PayPal account! Things are so very different now, aren't they? 

    Groceries and how they are sold, delivered, and produced may have changed, but my gratitude for it has only increased. God has been so very good to me - so very good. These types of services help in more ways than one. 

Photo Credit: Kroger.com 

New Work Clothes (I'm laughing)

    So many things have changed since we've been working from home, and let me tell you—I love it. I worked from home for years before the world was forced to work from home, but because we could be called on to show up to Zoom or Skype meetings (yes, Skype...remember?), we had to wear collared shirts or dresses. You can't see me laughing, but I am laughing.

    When I worked from home and never joined in on meetings, it was not beyond me to wear my fuzzy-wuzzy onesie pajamas if I didn't think anyone would catch me. It's just the way it was. This was before I was forced by the big bad economy to go into the office and work. The entire three months I was forced to do that, I wondered if I would be ridiculed for wearing the same things because I didn't want to put too much money into my wardrobe. At the finance place I worked, I was probably the ONLY one not spending half my paycheck on clothes and shoes to impress the others. Nope, not me. 

    So, now that I'm at home 100% of the time for work and about 60% of my personal time -- maybe longer, I wear a lot of T-shirts and joggers in the warmer weather, and all of my big, baggy, beautiful onesies come out the second the weather turns cool enough to zip those puppies up!  Today, the weather hit the magic number of 64 degrees (F) outside, and yes, I am wearing the latest - I tend to buy a couple each year and donate a couple each year; that way, they stay really nice, and I don't worry about my dogs ridiculing me for wearing the same ones!

    Today, and for no other reason than because I can, I bought a new tie-dye onesie with pockets, and every minute that goes by gets me closer to wearing it -- I'm counting down! It's amazingly pretty, and yes, I will post it. I buy most of my things (now) on Amazon, and tomorrow is a great day! Tomorrow, it arrives, and I will be testing it out to be sure that it fits and that I can move around without feeling tightly bound within it -- loose as a goose -- that's how I like them to fit. I work out almost every day and want to be free to move about when I do. (I also want to hide anything that has yet to succumb to my workout routine!)

    I got an email today asking me if I would be interested in working for XYZ insurance company as a fraud investigator, but they wanted me to drive about, knock on people's doors, interview them, and do a great deal of in-person work -- can you imagine? Who does that? We Zoom! I don't even want to put on "appropriate" clothes to do that; why would I want to get up, get dressed, drive somewhere, and then ...knock on doors...and talk to people?  What? What are they thinking? Who talks to people these days...in person? No...no, thank you. I have a monitor and a camera, and we can Zoom -- besides, I may be forced to wear a collared shirt for a meeting (not at my current position, which I will likely never leave), but I don't wear shoes...just socks.

    I counted my onesies. I have 7 now. That means I really can wear one each day and be OK...if I want to, and you know I will likely probably want to. I do have "costume" onesies as well, but I didn't count them if they had a "head" that covers my face. I have 4 of those...one is Eyore; it's too cute.  My daughters also work from their respective homes - I know what to buy them for Christmas, that's a gimme. They know what to buy me too. We can exchange gifts and maybe matching work clothes - wouldn't that be fun? I'm thinking GRINCH onesies!!

    My good friend, who is a nurse, just wrote to me that I was lucky to be able to work from home. I wonder how patients would react if she showed up to work in a onesie. I mean, it doesn't change how she works or what she could do professionally -- my lawyer friend told me she wants to give it a try but will wait until one or two days before she is set to retire. I had to laugh -- again. I laugh a lot these days. I'm pretty happy.

Bought it!  Photo Credit: Amazon.com 

Tornadoes and More (God is So Good)

 If you know anyone from "Tornado Alley," you may know someone close to God. You see when we pray out this way, we don't do it with all the hype and rituals associated with the prim and proper pious people. Oh no! We pray straight to God and close our prayers with "In Jesus' name" because we know who we're talking to, and we know we don't get to the Father unless we go through His Son!

    Oklahoma has long been associated with being one of the major hubs for tornadoes. We don't call them "twisters," no matter how many movies they make about them. They are all called tornadoes, not even cyclones. Nope, they are called tornadoes, and we know them. We are well acquainted in these parts. 

    When we see them (when we have warning), we watch them until they get really too close, and we head to the lower part of our homes, or to what we affectionately call our "Gary England space,"; giving homage to our all-time favorite weatherman, Gary England, who was actually in the first "Twister" movie -- he's a rockstar! We love the man. All the other great meteorologists living in our fair state are top-notch! They'd have to be if they wanted to show up on our television sets or be heard on our radios. We don't mess around with the weather here in the Sooner State, ma'am or sir!

    So, this weekend, right after we all turned our clocks back, God decided to twist things up in the skies above us. We didn't have that extra hour of sleep in our state, nope, we were jerked right out of bed by KOCO Channel 5's alert, followed by KWTV-9 weather alerts and three minutes later, we heard the sirens. Talk about being ill-prepared. First, I'm in bed, not awake. I'm thrown into reality, but the real part of that word didn't have a chance to catch up before we had to gather the dogs and cram ourselves into the tiny closets that we never got around to fully clearing out because tornadoes don't happen in November...well, apparently, they do!

    I found myself wearing the "wrong" bra, one I never would have chosen, but it was where my hands landed. I had on a pair of sweatpants backward because I had just put my two legs into them. This was followed by me not remembering my glasses, my keys, my purse, or my shoes! Thank God (and I do mean that) I had a pair of slippers in the dang closet. I did turn my sweatpants around in the closet, but I had to stand on top of a chair that I had stashed in it - while my dog lay under the chair in somewhat blissful ignorance of what was happening around her. 

    I darted out of the closet for what probably took fifteen seconds; I found my glasses, my purse, and my keys and checked on my daughter to be sure she had what she needed. We both found the bike helmets we stashed in the closets for these reasons and began praying. We couldn't catch one of the dogs, so we prayed over her as well. The cats never get taken into safety for obvious reasons; they'd kill us while we were trying to save their lives. They fend for themselves. If that sounds incredibly rude or mean, I apologize, but having been torn up by a tabby once, I made that decision long ago.

    The tornadoes passed us, of course, as they do. Then, out of NOWHERE this morning, just 28 hours later, it was time to rinse and repeat! WHAT? That's right - another wave of tornadic weather was beating down on us, and this time, it was beating directly down on our area. More prayers!! This time, and I say that loosely, this time I took three or four seconds to breathe. My alarm had gone off at 6:10, and the alerts hit two minutes later. I was up, found the right clothes, grabbed my glasses, my cell, my purse, and my keys, and I very quietly approached the dog we couldn't catch the day before.

    With everyone in place, we actually never had to take cover. God lifted the storm up to the north, then the other one went south, and we breathed again. We continued praying because there were still lots of folks these things were going to visit. That's another thing we do in America; we pray for others. We know the hardships; we've lived through a few ourselves. When we turn the television on in our house, because we're so busy with our lives, it's either to watch the weather or maybe catch the end of a good game that we remember was being played.

    In Oklahoma we have four seasons; hot, cold, storm, and football -- funny how we can also have all four in one day -- even in November!

PHOTO CREDIT: KOCO - Channel 5 Oklahoma City 11/3/24

STRATFORD -- The Book is Being Written (Chapters 1&2)

     Chapters one and two of Stratford are written, and I think I saw there are about 4600 words, so that's not bad. I think the entire thing will be the same as all of my books; it will be about 30-32 chapters, about 86000-90000 words, and a 5 x 8 book. I've already designed the cover, so I'm at least that far into it.

    Chapters one and two focus on our good friend Eoghan (pronounced Owen) MacRae of Edinburgh, Scotland. He is leaving Edinburgh, leaving Scotland entirely, and moving overseas alone. His wife of less than a full year, has decided to move back to her homeland of the Orkney islands in the far north of the country after suffering a dramatic miscarriage of their child. She was not expecting to lose the child, and doing so completely devastated her to the point she could no longer live around people she felt were uncaring and harsh. This, of course, wasn't how she felt about her husband or his family, but nearly everyone else she had encountered for years left her wanting to return.

    Because Eoghan is such a city dweller, and he had never been comfortable in the country or small towns without the hubbub and bustling of a live surrounding, Alice Ann knew he would be better off remaining where he lived. Theirs was a swift and indeed intense relationship, but it was over, and she was able to make that statement. When his children were carted off to be educated in London, and his mother followed, having sold their house, he lived virtually at the police station where he worked at the front desk. When the police chief let him know that the new budget wouldn't allow for him to be employed by them any longer, he was forced to make a decision to go where he knew he would be loved and welcomed and where he could sustain gainful employment; he moved to Oklahoma to be with Nick Posh and his family.

    Because the remaining Posh novels will contain a good amount of Eoghan MacRae and his experiences, I had to find a way to bring the two men together again so that it made sense to the readers. It really sucks right now for Eoghan, but through the book, he'll begin to understand that family and true friends are deeply rooted, and neither time nor space can separate them from loving one another. It works out. I promise.

    That's chapters one and two. Tomorrow, I'll likely write at least three or maybe four chapters. I'll also likely only write on the weekends, except in November, when I'll be off on my birthday, a Friday, and we're off Thanksgiving. The day after, I'll have a bit more time to finish the book around the end of November and/or the first weekend of December. I'll tweak and fluff it a week or two later, and it will be up for grabs around Christmas, but it won't be the one you want to start with! No, it's number 5 in the Posh series. You can't just pick up #5 and go on!  There are rules, you know!

Photo Credit: Me

Meet Kiba!! (our new puppy)

So, you guessed it - we have a fourth dog. He still counts, even though he'll never weigh more than six pounds. He's about one pound now, at 14 weeks. He was born around the first of July, but we'll give him July 7, 2024, as his official birthday because it's the same day that Laura's dog Yuuki was born in 2007 -- and he's mostly Chihuahua, just like Yuuki. 

    One of my co-workers was talking about his PomChi dog giving birth sometime in the summer; when I think about it, it was around the 4th of July. I just can't remember if it was before or after. I picked up Kiah on the 4th of July and thought to myself that if I had just waited, I could have just picked up one of his pups. But it's a good thing I have Kiah. I really like her. She's an amazing, crazy dog.

    So, my co-worker's little dog mated with a full-blooded Chihuahua, herself being a half-Chihuahua; therefore, the pups are 3/4 Chihuahua, and so was Yuuki, but his other part was Dachshund. This dog will likely only be between five and eight pounds; Yuuki wound up being 12 pounds. Ginger weighs 14-15 pounds, but she's much thicker and more dense than she looks. She's a Chihuahua mixed with Pug and Dachshund, so she's a little bigger.

    My friend was sad about two weeks ago, telling me that his puppies all contracted parvo, and two of the four live-born puppies died from the disease. He hoped the last two would survive, but the expense of having them treated was simply out of the question; he couldn't do it. I don't blame him, when Yuuki was young he also contracted parvo, and if we had to have him treated with all he needed it would have been $$$$ but luckily we had a vet tech friend, and she helped every single day with his IV and other methods of treating him.

    I remembered quite a bit of what she told us, and I could buy the meds he needed for both his puppies and have them sent directly to his house. He took them to the vet for training and consultation, and I paid for that as well. I also bought him some vaccinations online and had them sent to him as well -- the puppies would need them after they got over the virus. We prayed. All of us prayed. Several of my friends prayed, too. We asked not only for their healing but also for my friend to see God's amazing love and power through these little doggies.

    Well, as God would have it - not fate, we don't believe in fate. We believe in God. As God would have it, the puppies lived, and they thrived! Good poops, eating well, drinking well, running around, and they pulled through it completely!! My friend gave them their vaccinations a couple of days ago, and they came through that well too! All is good in puppy-ville! He was visiting his relatives up this way today, and brought Kiba to us!  Laura named the puppy Kiba, which in Japanese means "big fang"....I laughed.  He bit me.  I completely understand now.  (smiles)

    Within minutes of taking possession of the little guy, we headed off to Big Lots to get him some food, a collar, a little harness, and all the stuff he will need -- except because he's about one pound, nothing really fits. We brought him home, and let me just say he's the hit of the parade! All three girls love him; the cats could care less, but as we suspected she would, Ginger has definitely taken possession! She is the mother dog - and he has no problem with that.

    He's gonna fit in just fine. 

Kiba!