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I wish I’d thought of this. Anyone with effort can take a plain circle of cloth, hem it (fabric glue works, if you can’t sew) and begin to add fabric paint hand prints of your children over the years. Each set can be dated to show the passage of time. What a keepsake!

A Keepsake to Cherish

A Keepsake to Cherish

 

 

Santa’s making a list, he’s checking it twice, gonna find out who’s naughty or nice…man this Santa looks Naughty!

Congrats, you found Santa…send an email to tuesday.richards@gmail.com with the subject of “Found Santa/Lena”, include the caption to this picture and be entered to win one of three awesome prizes.

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Yes, it’s alcohol.  Are you shocked? Hey,  just because I can’t drink because of certain medications I take doesn’t mean I’ll begrudge someone else the privilege. Just be safe, okay?

Frosty the Caramel Apple Pie

 

 

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Frosty the Caramel Apple Pie

 

By Stephen Phillips

This festive holiday cocktail draws inspiration from decadent caramel-apple pie.

 

Single Serve Recipe

 

 

Ingredients:1-1/2 oz. vodka or tequila

 

1 oz. Hiram Walker Butterscotch Schnapps

 

1-1/2 oz. apple cider

 

1 tsp. fresh lemon juice

 

Apple slice for garnish

 

Crushed graham crackers

 

 

Preparation:First, rim the lip of a chilled cocktail glass with your crushed graham crackers.

Pour all the liquid ingredients into a cocktail shaker filled with ice.

Shake well.

Strain into your chilled cocktail glass.

Garnish with an apple slice.

Note: Serve over ice in a large wine goblet.

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Lena Austin
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As most of my readers know, my DH Randy passed away on January 2, 2011. Since then, I’ve had my home foreclosed upon, moved into a small rental, and found a full-time job. I’ve had little heart for writing, but I’ve been trying in fits and starts.

My muse Chloe began to stir again this past winter, but she was definitely a changed goddess. While her humor is still there, her vision has shifted –no pun intended. Chloe has turned…dark, though she is still firmly in the paranormal range. Anyone who has read “Don’t Need A Hero” can see the change. If you haven’t, well…maybe you should.

Chloe is cackling madly and winking. “Catch up!” Be afraid. Be very afraid.

 

Lena

 

Lookee what the talented Marteeka Karland made for me! An inspirational image, n’est pas?

Sex World: Bodyguard

by Lena Austin

 
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-679-9
Genre(s): Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Men and Women in Uniform
Series: Sex World
Length: Novella
Page Count: 111
Blurb:
Former intelligence officer Chance is insulted at the idea of having a tagalong sex engineer “bodyguard” until they get lost in the Hive, a world of insect-humans.
Ex-ranger Dawn, Chance’s bodyguard, only looks like a cute, curly-haired blonde. On her world, she’s survived monsters. This time, the monsters have human faces.
They’ll discover a mystery and an awful truth — there are things worse than dying.
Excerpt:
Sex World: Bodyguard
Lena Austin
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Lena Austin

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Dawn breathed a sigh of relief when she entered the committee chamber and found she was the first one there. Her role as casual guardian of the members of the committee would soon be over, as the regular guardian had recovered from her wounds after the last assassination attempt.
She ran her hands over the sleek secretarial electronics station in a farewell caress. “I’m going to miss you,” she muttered. Strange how she’d grown to like the machine and the work.
Stranger still that a barbarian colonist from a primeval world like hers would find herself here on the UCP planetoid, seeing to the comfort and safety of the elite. Even if she did have to wear the strangest clothes to be in fashion.
Dawn checked her skirt and body paint, afraid she might have smudged the artistry. Who’d have thought she could look like a mermaid? Well, that was the talent of the body-paint artists of the wealthy. The combs in her blonde curls were made with real pearls and worth a year’s income even without the special modifications that made them weapons.
Well, that was the point. She looked like some oligarch’s fluff-and-feathers secretary, and that was why she ran the station here. Her baby face and outfit made many think she didn’t have the brains necessary to find her ass with both hands, despite the intense training necessary to run any secretarial electronics.
Dawn smiled wickedly and checked the rest of the weapons hidden on her person or in the desk’s panels. Several assassins had found out the hard way not to ignore her. She was sure all would recover eventually, enough to stand trial.
The doors to the chamber snapped open, and Dawn’s jaw almost fell open. She moved to sit on the booth chair and pretended to be busy running a service check while she studied the newcomer.
A male wearing a Spartan military service singlesuit, with dark, shoulder-length hair and blue eyes that matched the pale blue of his uniform perfectly, strode in. In fact, everything about him was perfect, down to the creases in his uniform.
But that was what Spartans were known for — near perfection. Cool, unemotional intellect that made every female human long to shred the facade and get to the barbaric male beneath.
Dawn kept her grin purely internal. She’d had a few Spartan clients and knew from personal experience there was indeed a primal male beneath the icy Spartan exterior. Their convention that it was improper to show emotions in public meant they were lovely beasts in private.
The man under her scrutiny marched three steps full of feline grace and chose one of the chairs around the massive round table. He pulled a pencil file from his breast pocket and inserted it into the table for the usual security check before display. Then he sat back and stared off into the cosmos.
While her secretarial system warmed up and opened the necessary files for this session, Dawn continued to keep an eye on the Spartan. The security recognitions at the door had passed him, and her query as to his identity returned with a Need to Know flag. Probably Intelligence Corps. Well, there was hope for Ice Man yet if he was I-Corps. Maybe he’d be willing to indulge…
“You’re staring.”
The low, masculine comment caused Dawn to jump like she’d taken a maser shot. Her cheeks flooded with embarrassment. “Forgive me, Citizen. I cannot find identification authorizing you to attend this meeting. Will you state your ID and business for the record?” She toggled the record button and waited.
His pale blue gaze bore into her. “Voiceprint identification, please. Name given is Chance Hesperus. Stated purpose is to report on missing persons on Elysium.”
The secretarial board lit with a green Confirmed. Dawn nodded her satisfaction and turned off the recording. “Thank you, Citizen.”
The security committee members shuffled in from either of the two entrances as they chose, greeting Chance like an old friend.
Dawn stifled her wish to invite Chance to a rousing game on the holodeck after the meeting. If he was I-Corps, her best bet was to make her invitation through the UCP computer system anyway, to preserve the identity he was using this mission. With a purely internal sigh, she toggled the recording back on as soon as the members were seated and prepared for a long session guaranteed to cure insomnia.
She was dead wrong. Chance’s recording of the killing of his tech assistant at the hands of unknown assailants on Elysium, coupled with the overwhelming documentation, proved at least one thousand hapless tourists had gone missing and the evidence they’d ever been on Elysium had been erased with maximum efficiency.
Chance presented a good case. Something would have to be done, but when he requested authorization to return to the planet alone for further investigation, the committee chairman held up a hand.
The old man shook his head regretfully. “I know what you’re going to ask for, Chance. You’re going to want a license to kill. You can have that under the usual limited circumstances, but you can’t go in alone.” His watery gaze slid around until it fell on Dawn. He cleared his throat. “You’re too valuable for that. I insist on a guardian.”
The war of emotions on Chance’s face was subtle, but easy to read for a sex engineer of Dawn’s training. Ice Man he wasn’t, after all. “My last partner died.”
His reminder to the committee ground out between clenched teeth, but didn’t faze the chairman. He waved his hand dismissively. “Yes, you made that abundantly clear. You also made it clear that the majority of the missing persons were females of any age from birth to their fifth decade. Males who turned up missing were always in the company of at least one female in that age bracket.” He steepled his hands and thought for a moment. “I’m going to hazard a guess and say if you want to find out anything, you’re going to need a female guardian to act as bait.”

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Our Yearly Dementia Test– only 4 questions this year,
the economy you know….
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Our Yearly Dementia Test

It’s that time of year for us to take our annual senior citizen test.
Exercise of the brain is as important as exercise of the muscles. As we grow older, it’s important to keep mentally alert. If you don’t use it, you lose it!
Below is a very private way to gauge how your memory compares to the last test. Some may think it is too easy but the ones with memory problems may have difficulty.
Take the test presented here to determine if you’re losing it or not.
The spaces below are so you don’t see the answers until you’ve made your answer.
OK, relax, clear your mind and begin.

1. What do you put in a toaster?


Answer
: ‘bread.’ If you said ‘toast’ give up now and do something else..
Try not to hurt yourself.
If you said, bread, go to Question 2.

2. Say ‘silk’ five times. Now spell ‘silk.’ What do cows drink?


Answer
: Cows drink water. If you said ‘milk,’ don’t attempt the next question. Your brain is over-stressed and may even overheat. Content yourself with reading more appropriate literature such as Auto World.
However, if you said ‘water’, proceed to question 3.

3. If a red house is made from red bricks and a blue house is made from blue bricks and a pink house is made from pink bricks and a black house is made from black bricks, what is a green house made from?

Answer: Greenhouses are made from glass. If you said ‘green bricks,’ why are you still reading these??? If you said ‘glass,’ go on to Question 4.
4. Without using a calculator - You are driving a bus from London to
Milford Haven in Wales … In London , 17 people get on the bus.
In Reading , 6 people get off the bus and 9 people get on.
In Swindon , 2 people get off and 4 get on.
In Cardiff , 11 people get off and 16 people get on.
In Swansea , 3 people get off and 5 people get on.
In Carmathen, 6 people get off and 3 get on.
You then arrive at Milford Haven ..

Without scrolling back to review, how old is the bus driver?


Answer
: Oh, for crying out loud!
Don’t you remember your own age?
It was YOU driving the bus!!
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If you pass this along to your friends, pray they do better than you.

The Mistress must work today, and despite her love of humanity in general, the Mistress is not a happy camper today. After yesterday dealing with a customer who more resembled a two-year-old throwing a temper tantrum, her mood has soured considerably. This ill feeling was not helped by the management, who have changed the script and rules three times regarding the same issue that had the customer mentioned above in such an *ahem!* lovely mood, there was a definite lose-lose situation going on. Yeah, guess who gets the blame when no one can agree? Yeah, the minimum-wage CSR at the bottom of the heap.

Keep that in mind next time you call customer service. That poor schmuck is paid to be thrown under the bus, suffer your verbal abuse, listen to your children screaming, and somehow maintain a sweet politeness, all for a wage that barely keeps them in cornflakes. Think for a minute beyond your own petty tantrum and remember this person has very limited powers and the call is being digitally recorded. They are given a specific script, and you dare to wonder why customer service reps sound like robots?

Enjoy your friggin’ burgers and fireworks.

Baked Pumpkin Oatmeal

Cantaloupe sized pumpkins, also known as sugar pumpkins, are truly great for baking. We took the most amazing combination of oats and spices and then baked them right inside the pumpkin. It’s so easy to make, it looks absolutely beautiful and tastes even better.

My kid assisted by scooping all the seeds and stringy bits out of the pumpkin and also selected which ingredients we’d include inside. You can really add anything you like to the oats – dried fruit, nuts, maple syrup. You name it. No matter what you pick, I can guarantee it’ will taste like fall.

When the oatmeal is done you can put this beautiful pumpkin right in the center of the breakfast table. Bellissimo! When doling out scoops be sure to scrape up some of that baked pumpkin goodness with the spiced oatmeal. Now for the recipe…

Baked Pumpkin Oatmeal

Prep Time: 15 mins  Cooking Time: 40 mins to 1 hour

Ingredients
2 sugar pumpkins
1 tablespoon melted butter or canola oil
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup unsweetened apple sauce
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
2 tablespoons brown sugar
2 cups old fashioned oats
1 egg
3/4 to 1 cup lowfat milk (depending on how milky you like your oatmeal)
1 granny smith apple (peeled + diced small)
extra brown sugar for sprinkling
extra milk for splashing (optional)

Preheat oven 375 degrees. Start by carefully cutting the top off your pumpkin and cleaning the insides out. (Save the seeds for later – recipe to come!)
Combine all remaining ingredients (except the sugar for sprinkling and milk for splashing) in a large bowl. Stir well and divide batter evenly between the two pumpkins.  Sprinkle lightly with brown sugar.  Place both pumpkins on a cookie sheet and bake for 45 mins to an hour or until pumpkin is soft enough to scoop and oatmeal is done.  After it was done, we added a splash of milk. Remember: When doling out scoops be sure to scrape up some of that baked pumpkin goodness with the spiced oatmeal. Makes 4 servings.

We cooked the pumpkin with the top off for the first 20 mins and then put the top on loosely (allowing for steam to come out) for the rest of the baking time. If you choose to cook with top on, make sure that the stem soaked in some water and that it is far enough away from the heat source. You can also cook it with the top off the entire time – the oatmeal will still come out tasting great.


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I’m pleased to announce You Gotta Read Reviews liked “Affairs of Dragons.”

 

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Thank you, Janelle!