<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796</id><updated>2011-08-14T06:40:28.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Romance--Boy meets girl.
Romantic Suspense--Boy meets girl with dead bodies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-5239047446613972456</id><published>2007-09-14T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:30:09.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Officially Moved!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RusZAMFmj7I/AAAAAAAAAes/AeOxS5QY3bY/s1600-h/00000+Jenheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RusZAMFmj7I/AAAAAAAAAes/AeOxS5QY3bY/s320/00000+Jenheader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110205693217378226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The merger is complete and Jennifer McKenzie and Jennifer Leeland are now the single entity they should be.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on over and check out the new digs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenniferleeland.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jen's Hot And Sweet Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-5239047446613972456?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5239047446613972456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=5239047446613972456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5239047446613972456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5239047446613972456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-officially-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Officially Moved!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RusZAMFmj7I/AAAAAAAAAes/AeOxS5QY3bY/s72-c/00000+Jenheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-5178842259176236812</id><published>2007-09-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:43:41.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Preperation For the BIG MERGE....</title><content type='html'>My Thursday Thirteen's will be at my new blog.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenniferleeland.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jen's New Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be checking back for a big contest I'll be holding in celebration of combining my two "personalities".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy TT everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-5178842259176236812?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5178842259176236812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=5178842259176236812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5178842259176236812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5178842259176236812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-preperation-for-big-merge.html' title='In Preperation For the BIG MERGE....'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-5364742588594742205</id><published>2007-09-12T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:07:01.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday--The Day After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RudTdMFmj5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/7e7V_yZ1T3Q/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RudTdMFmj5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/7e7V_yZ1T3Q/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109144063201152914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RudTdMFmj6I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Hig7A5QveIA/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RudTdMFmj6I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Hig7A5QveIA/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109144063201152930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought a couple of times about posting yesterday for September 11th.  But somehow, I just didn't have anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know anyone at the WTC, or Flight 93, or the Pentagon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anyone close to me in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the many who often shoots my mouth off with no investment except higher gas prices and nastier politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother remembers when war meant rubber drives, paper drives and food coupons.  When gasoline was rationed.  When women went to work in factories to build tanks and make bullets.  When the lists were read of thousands of men who died who were neighbors, friends, relatives.  Now, it's so easy to be cushioned from the impact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bitch about the price of gas, but we can fill up as long as our wallets can handle it.  We complain about the state of politics and get all mealy mouthed about The War.  We listen to talk shows on t.v. and shake our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I thought about posting about That Day, I couldn't.  It wasn't in me.  There are so many others that have the right to speak when I don't.  As an American, I have my opinions.  That's all they are.  Opinions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch the documentaries or the funerals.  Every time I hear "Amazing Grace" played on the bagpipes, I think of those processionals, one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remember that my father's funeral, almost exactly a year later, also played "Amazing Grace" on the bagpipes.  And every time a flag is presented to a grieving relative I remember my second cousin in his Navy Whites presenting the flag to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if they're inseparable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a toast!  To all who lost their lives on September 11th, 2001.  To all who lived with the devastating aftermath of losing a loved one on that day.  And to all who continue to fight in a world that struggles to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises glass*  To you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-5364742588594742205?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5364742588594742205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=5364742588594742205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5364742588594742205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5364742588594742205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/09/whiskey-wednesday-day-after.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday--The Day After'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RudTdMFmj5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/7e7V_yZ1T3Q/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3025877363505826150</id><published>2007-09-10T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T04:41:58.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote And Win</title><content type='html'>Vote for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DOLL VIOLINIST&lt;/span&gt; and Win Prizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayra Calvani’s story, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DOLL VIOLINIST&lt;/span&gt;, is a finalist at the ABC's Children's Picture Book Competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this competition different is that while the finalists are chosen by judges, the winner is chosen by online public vote. In other words, YOU the reader, get to choose the winner—that lucky author &amp; illustrator team who will walk away with a publishing contract!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doll Violinist is a heart-warming Christmas tale set in Victorian Europe and features illustrations by talented artist Amy Moreno (www.amycullingsmoreno.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view the finalists in the competition and vote for Mayra’s story, please visit the         competition website at http://www.ABCbookcompetition.org . The two week voting  period starts September 16, 2007 and will continue through midnight September 30,  2007.  The winning author / illustrator team will be announced October 8, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who vote for The Doll Violinist will be automatically entered in a drawing and prizes will be as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Prize: An enchanting antique doll in Brussels lace&lt;br /&gt;2nd Prize: $50 Amazon gift certificate&lt;br /&gt;3rd Prize: Beautiful zirconium &amp;amp; sterling silver ring (size 8)&lt;br /&gt;4th Prize: A print copy of  Mayra’s latest paranormal thriller, DARK LULLABY&lt;br /&gt;5th Prize: A print copy of ANGEL IN A BUBBLE (children’s picture book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is vote for THE DOLL VIOLINIST, then send a message to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mayra.calvani@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt; and write ‘You got my vote’ on the subject line. You must send a message in order to enter the drawing, so please don’t forget! The winners will be announced on Mayra’s Secret Bookcase (http://mayrassecretbookcase.blogspot.com) on October 1st, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator Amy Moreno will be giving a grand prize as well: A customized pen and ink rendering of your house, created from photos provided by you! Final art will be created on 11” x 14” acid-free paper.&lt;br /&gt;To see samples of Amy’s pen and ink renderings go to her website at www.amycullingsmoreno.com&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be eligible to win this rendering, make sure you send a separate message to Amy (besides the one you send to Mayra and after you have voted for THE DOLL VIOLINIST), at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dearlake@aol.com &lt;/span&gt;and write ‘You got my vote’ on the subject line. The winner will be announced on Amy’s blog, Cachibachis (http://cachibachis.blogspot.com) on October 1st, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Support Mayra and Amy and help them walk away with that publishing contract!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little bit about the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doll Violinist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Doll Violinist takes place in Christmas in the late 1800’s and it is about a little orphan girl named Emma who escapes every day from the orphanage to look at a doll that resembles her mother, who is now in heaven. The doll is holding a violin, just like Emma’s mother used to. Emma dreams of becoming a violinist one day, just like her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tale starts five days before Christmas with five dolls on display, and, to her dismay, as Emma comes to the shop each day, one doll is sold. On Christmas Eve, the doll violinist is the only one left. The story also has another character, the stern and seemingly cold shopkeeper, who doesn’t want Emma standing by the shop. Of course, there’s a reason, and it’s not that Emma is dressed in rags, but that Emma reminds her of her own dead daughter. The story has a quiet mood while offering suspense, and of course, it has a heart-warming, happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about Mayra Calvani visit her at  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mayracalvani.com/index.html"&gt;mayracalvani.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3025877363505826150?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3025877363505826150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3025877363505826150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3025877363505826150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3025877363505826150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/09/vote-and-win.html' title='Vote And Win'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-40867828116336596</id><published>2007-09-07T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:36:58.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Research</title><content type='html'>See what I get to watch? 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Imagine "Star Wars" with out "The Empire Strikes Back" and "Return Of The Jedi".  "The Mummy" with out "The Mummy Returns".  Oh sure some sequels suck, but I absolutely love books that keep me in the same universe, or following the same character.  "The Sword Of Shannara" Series.  Miss Marple, Amelia Peabody, Miss Silver, the Dragons of Pern.  I love sequels.  Hence the reasons I love to write them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in honor of my current dash to write the sequel for "Heart Of The Storm", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I give you thirteen of my top favorite sequels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  The Elfstones Of Shannara by Terry Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Second in the Shannara series, it was followed by one of my favorite Shannara books "Wishsong Of Shannara".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  "Heretics" of Dune" by Frank Herbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a long awaited sequel to "The God Emperor of Dune".  I love the book "Dune" but the sequel "Dune Messiah" wasn't a favorite of mine.  And "God Emperor" almost ended Frank Herbert gracing my bookshelf.  But then, "Heretics" came and was followed by "Chapterhouse" which ended up being one of my favorites.  The world building in Frank Herberts universe has endured.  His son has taken up the mantle and "Dune" was such a great series, I've given Brian Herbert a try.  And I wasn't disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  The Mummy Returns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, you just can't beat Brendon Frasier when he's being yummy and he is YUMMY in this one.  Plus, my kids love this one because of the O'Connel's son.  It ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  The Last Crusade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Grail, Nazi's and Sean Connery.  What's not to like?  Oh wait Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones.  *Happy Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  "Gaudy Night" by Dorothy L. Sayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sequel starring Sayers awesome sleuth Peter Whimsey, this is the second book of a foursome starring Whimsey and his future wife, Harriet Vane.  This book is worth them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  "Night Games" by Christine Feehan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series about genetically enhanced soldiers is brilliantly done by Feehan.  The first one "Mind Games" was good, but my favorite sequel is "Night Games" with the VERY sexy Gator.  A must read for paranormal readers in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  "Between Good And Aeval"  by Dayna Hart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my spelling.  This sequel to "Go Between" is AWESOME and since I've had a sneak peak, I can say that.  It's been contracted, so next year we'll finally get to see Dell and Claire have their "moment" if you know what I mean (nudge nudge wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. "In Heat" by Crystal Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second in the Wereplanets series, this is an emotional and fantastic read by one of the best.  I strongly suggest them all, though I think "In Smoke" is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Return of the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last of the LOTR movies.  My favorite and the most played in my house.  We love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  The Matrix Reloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was enough to make me grateful for sequels.  All I wanted after "Matrix" was MORE.  And they gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  "Visions Of Heat" by Nalini Singh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long awaited sequel to "Slave To Sensation", this continues the psi series and I LOVE it.  VERY cool and the third one is out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  "Eternal Nights" by Patti O'Shea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti O'Shea wrote "Eternal Nights" as a sequel to "Ravyn's Flight" which I've not read (but is on its way as we speak for my birthday from Amazon).  The thing is that "Eternal Nights" has made me a Patti O'Shea squeeing fan girl.  The next book that I read by her was "In The Midnight Hour" which was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  "Death In A White Tie" by Ngaio Marsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is the second in a four book series about the romance between Agatha Troy and Inspector Alleyn.  FABULOUS job and this one is the best of the four.  Of course, I think Ngaio Marsh is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mention Patricia Wentworth and her Miss Silver series that had recurring villains and distantly connected heroes and heroines.  Or Agatha Christie and her Miss Marple.  Or one of my favorites Elizabeth Peters and her engaging and hilarious Amelia Peabody.....there are so many.&lt;br /&gt;So, I love sequels and I love to write them.  What are your favorites sequels?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=06Sept2007&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-482558826511373796?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/482558826511373796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=482558826511373796' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/482558826511373796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/482558826511373796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/09/thirteen-reasons-i-love-sequels.html' title='Thirteen Reasons I Love Sequels'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rt9aJ3Xwn4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/eT67srNX5DY/s72-c/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-7839427034698517750</id><published>2007-09-05T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T07:55:39.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday--Darn Redneck!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rt7BSHXwn2I/AAAAAAAAAdU/jqaxf8TEqTw/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rt7BSHXwn2I/AAAAAAAAAdU/jqaxf8TEqTw/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106731544445230946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rt7BSXXwn3I/AAAAAAAAAdc/mXyVF1yDDgk/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rt7BSXXwn3I/AAAAAAAAAdc/mXyVF1yDDgk/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106731548740198258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the age old question "How do you get your ideas?". We all want to get inside a writer's head and be apart of that creative process.  Well, the Redneck got inside my head and now I'll need a bottle of whiskey to deal with it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that "Heart Of The Storm" has a sequel in the works.  The premise for "Eye Of The Storm" is darker, filled with angst.  I've been worried that the mood of the sequel was too dark for the series.  The Redneck, who is very excited about my book release, started asking questions.  Why is Pogie retired in "Eye of the Storm"?  What happened to make him hang it up?  What creates the dark mood for "Eye" in the first place?  And then the fateful words.  "It sounds like you have another book between the first one and "Eye of the Storm"."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's right.  There are some unanswered questions in "Heart Of The Storm" that I'd like to answer.  So, "Edge of the Storm" is created.  Also set on The Bering Sea, this one features the Coast Guard and crab fishing, but there will be more scenes on land.  Alaska is so much more than fishing and the oil pipeline.  Pogie will be a recurring character in this one as well and will become a captain unexpectedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of work to do.  I've set a goal of 50K by the end of September.  I'll let you know how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn Redneck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-7839427034698517750?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7839427034698517750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=7839427034698517750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7839427034698517750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7839427034698517750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/09/whiskey-wednesday-darn-redneck.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday--Darn Redneck!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rt7BSHXwn2I/AAAAAAAAAdU/jqaxf8TEqTw/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-461386212351797377</id><published>2007-09-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:48:17.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtzFSHXwnyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0XdKjlgCHhU/s1600-h/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtzFSHXwnyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0XdKjlgCHhU/s320/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106172992538320674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a WONDERFUL birthday. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=216"&gt;My Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;released on Saturday and I was nervous and excited all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtzFSXXwnzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZIyzD4aJf8w/s1600-h/kr1cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtzFSXXwnzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZIyzD4aJf8w/s320/kr1cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106172996833287986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The Redneck bought me &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kimrichey.com/"&gt;Kim Richey's&lt;/a&gt; new one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Chinese Boxes"&lt;/span&gt; which ROCKS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But the best gift which both the Redneck and my very best friend Michelle went in together on was two tickets to see &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://manhattantransfer.org/"&gt;THE MANHATTAN TRANSFER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;Never heard of them?  Check them out &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=199458430"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've loved them since I was thirteen.  I saw them live once about eleven years ago...alone and I had to leave early.  This time, the Redneck is going with me.  The sacrifices he makes for me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one of the most important gifts?  A $30 gift cert from Borders!!!!  From the in-laws.  SWEEEEEEEEEEET.&lt;br /&gt;I love birthdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-461386212351797377?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/461386212351797377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=461386212351797377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/461386212351797377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/461386212351797377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtzFSHXwnyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0XdKjlgCHhU/s72-c/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8301455534648170216</id><published>2007-09-02T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:07:27.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough About Me!  Something For Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want a little sugar?  Read "Wanna Make A Bet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rs69r1TFZPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XlRNOmMcO_4/s1600-h/WannaJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102223988596499698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rs69r1TFZPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XlRNOmMcO_4/s320/WannaJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna make a bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When aspiring artist and purposefully single Sophie Montgomery mutters those four fateful words, her sexy neighbor, Jay Coltrane, pounces on the opportunity to prove she’s not as immune to him as she thinks. Before she knows it, Sophie finds herself not only betting against a seduction, she’s betting against her own ability to keep her dreams intact and a certain luscious landscaper out of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What people are already saying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Lay down your money and let the dice roll, because Wanna Make a Bet is a sure thing. From a drool-worthy hero to an adorable bulldog with a thing for monkeys, this book will hook you in with its depth of characters, humor, and sizzling sensuality. I cancelled dinners and was late for appointments, all because I had to know whether it would be Jay or Sophie who won the bet. Stacy Dawn is a talent and I can’t wait for her next novel!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bronwyn Storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story will keep you guessing, right to the end.....&lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&amp;manufacturers_id=16"&gt;CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Want A Young Adult book for a Niece or Nephew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIC VOICES by Deb Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzPT11u_LI4/RtV19lLeiWI/AAAAAAAAADk/D9HpvaZdQZE/s1600-h/climbing+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m113/wdm_quilter/climbingrose.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qzPT11u_LI4/RtV19lLeiWI/AAAAAAAAADk/D9HpvaZdQZE/s400/climbing+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out! 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Deanne will have to use all the wiles her life as the little sister of five brothers has given her to reclaim her rights in time to wow the director of the adult choir for the annual Easter Cantata. Better watch out, Susie. Deanne is on a mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or Something Hot To End Your Summer With?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RrhPUnsyX4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/DjxTeFWyBlo/s1600-h/suite17_wrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RrhPUnsyX4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/DjxTeFWyBlo/s400/suite17_wrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095910194042527618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:Red;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;SUITE SEVENTEEN - Portia Da Costa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acting purely on instinct, I coil my arms around him. I can't believe this is happening and I can't believe what I'm doing. This new, different, impatient me takes the initiative and presses her tongue against his lips, demanding entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He laughs, the sound deep and rough in his chest, and he admits me. Then a second later, it's like he throws a switch and he takes total control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; When vibrant, forty-something widow Annie Conroy espies her new neighbours Maria Lewis and Robert Stone having kinky sex in their back garden, she decides it’s time that she too woke up and smelt the erotic roses. And where better to begin her daring adventures than the luxurious Waverley Grange Country Hotel, and its hidden den of iniquity, the chintz-clad but wickedly pervy Suite Seventeen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Under the stern but playful eye of exotic master Valentino, Annie quickly discovers the shocking hidden depths of her own sensuality, and surrenders herself body and soul to his outrageous games of power. But when the Waverley’s entire future hangs in the balance, and Annie has the means to help save it, dare she gamble on going one step further… and giving her heart to the mysterious man who’s come to control her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...this deliciously seductive story... is hard to put down" ~ Romantic Times, Four and a Half Stars, Sept 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Suite Seventeen contains all Portia's trademark treats from the arousing narrative, a wicked blend of deviant episodes, and an undercurrent of pragmatic and poignant romance.'&lt;/span&gt; ~ Ashley Lister, Erotica Readers and Writers Association&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'I am grinning from ear to ear having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;savoured every last dripping word...'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ~ Ann, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;poet and blogger&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'a cheeky and very lovely read'&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;strong&gt;Madelynne Ellis, bestselling author of &lt;em&gt;A Gentleman's Wager&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ISBN 0352341092&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Published by Black Lace in June 2007 [UK] and August 2007 [US]&lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/suite17.html" title="visit PortiaDaCosta.com and read an excerpt of Suite Seventeen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/suite17.html" title="visit PortiaDaCosta.com and read an excerpt of Suite Seventeen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read an excerpt at PortiaDaCosta.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [NB. excerpt is NC&lt;br /&gt;17 and suitable for adults only.]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suite Seventeen&lt;/i&gt; is available from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0352341092/wendywootton"&gt;Amazon.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ISBN=0352341092/wendywootton0e"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?s=9jl5zw4850&amp;strParents=&amp;amp;CAT_ID=&amp;P_ID=145"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RriBNXsyX7I/AAAAAAAAAok/liM0CWRjvis/s320/WildCountry400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095965045069864882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;WILD IN THE COUNTRY - Portia Da Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Published by TOTAL-E-BOUND - a contemporary super length novel&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Available from &lt;strong&gt;6th August 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blurb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something in the air...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flora Swain is a newcomer to the village of Marwick Magna, renowned for the inspiration it provides to painters and poets. Impetuous and strong-minded, Flora is no artist – yet. But there are creative urges within her, she is convinced, and she has come to the country to give them life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The strange thing is that Flora’s urges turn out to be almost entirely sensual. Is it the undoubted physical allure of her new neighbour, Declan McKenna, that’s driving her wild? Or the explicitly sexual messages which appear daily in her post? Or could it be that country life has revealed to her an insatiable, highly erotic new self?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/wildinthecountry.html"&gt;Read an Excerpt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?s=9jl5zw4850&amp;strParents=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;CAT_ID=&amp;amp;P_ID=145"&gt;Available now from TOTAL-E-BOUND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8301455534648170216?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8301455534648170216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8301455534648170216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8301455534648170216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8301455534648170216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/09/enough-about-me-something-for-everyone.html' title='Enough About Me!  Something For Everyone'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1CH31Bn2Ww/Rs69r1TFZPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XlRNOmMcO_4/s72-c/WannaJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-6354514551233113996</id><published>2007-09-01T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T05:14:26.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is The Day!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-hu2YBCaDHI/s1600-h/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-hu2YBCaDHI/s320/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105204533247647474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnwI/AAAAAAAAAck/bg8TjKOiYsI/s1600-h/fireworks-87d_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnwI/AAAAAAAAAck/bg8TjKOiYsI/s320/fireworks-87d_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105204533247647490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yEgXSWTEHLU/s1600-h/17685hobbesdance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yEgXSWTEHLU/s320/17685hobbesdance.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105204533247647506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.  The release day for my book "Heart of the Storm".  Hobbes is dancing to the soundtrack of "The Deadliest Catch" (which you can also hear on&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=83536465&amp;amp;MyToken=4289d631-ef58-488c-937b-bbfe368faa03"&gt; Pat's MySpace&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks are exploding if only in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask?  You've had book releases before.  Why is THIS one so special?&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a romantic suspense--my dream book--the longest one I've contracted and a story I gave a lot of TLC.  It's a story about fishermen, who aren't as easy to find anymore.  It's a story about people I know and love.  It's a little piece of me going out to you. &lt;br /&gt;AND it's one I can hold in my hands with my name right on the front.  Pretty cool!!!!! So, onto the shameless promotion!!!!!  YEEEEEEEHAAAAAWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Eight years ago, Charlene Henderson had tragically lost her    brother, a crab fisherman, to the depths of the Bering Sea. She’d left    her home, her family, and the only man she’d ever truly loved and run    to California to forget. Forget the pain, forget her love, and leave Alaska    and fishermen completely behind her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately Alaska isn’t as ready to leave Charlene    alone. Some new information on her brother’s death has surfaced, and Charlene    must return to Dutch Harbor and discover the truth about what had really happened    to her brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ethan Shannon has never forgotten Charlie Henderson, but eight    years changes a person, and she’s not Charlie anymore – she’s    Charlene, a stuck-up city girl with no love for the sea. Despite his distaste    for her new lifestyle, he can’t help the feelings he still has for her,    and his desire to find out what happened to her brother – his best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace for Charlene can only come by discovering the truth. But    will she be able to face the evidence she finds, both about her brother and    her relationship with Ethan? Or will the answers lead her back into the heart    of the storm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=216"&gt;BUY IT HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Happy Dancing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-6354514551233113996?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6354514551233113996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=6354514551233113996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6354514551233113996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6354514551233113996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-is-day.html' title='Today Is The Day!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtlUeXXwnvI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-hu2YBCaDHI/s72-c/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4395818761856385219</id><published>2007-08-31T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:54:19.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Difference A Day Makes.......</title><content type='html'>Updated 10:00pm Friday night August 31st.&lt;br /&gt;It's live folks!!!!  Check it out!  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=216"&gt;Heart Of The Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-four little hours!  (Sing it with me now)  What a difference a day makes!  And the difference is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.  Twenty-four hours and "Heart Of The Storm" will be LIVE and ready to go.  For a complete change of mood and to get that song out of your head, here's the book trailer for "Heart Of The Storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8757a0c7c5ec9759" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8757a0c7c5ec9759%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330235159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21884B2CFC92914DBF62E739E7D88BA6679FB7F7.174856FE62A33BA2B488E5AFE53D9187ACC61C34%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8757a0c7c5ec9759%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlC4ZvcPZvk6OFYAp3XOiu6UovqA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8757a0c7c5ec9759%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330235159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21884B2CFC92914DBF62E739E7D88BA6679FB7F7.174856FE62A33BA2B488E5AFE53D9187ACC61C34%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8757a0c7c5ec9759%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlC4ZvcPZvk6OFYAp3XOiu6UovqA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the video gives you any difficulty, you can go to YouTube&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=W1Jc6r_ksXE"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heart of the Storm" will be available September 1st st &lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/"&gt;Whiskey Creek Press Torrid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4395818761856385219?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8757a0c7c5ec9759&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4395818761856385219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4395818761856385219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4395818761856385219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4395818761856385219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What a Difference A Day Makes.......'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8588444341599190848</id><published>2007-08-30T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:03:25.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Things You May Not Know About "Heart Of The Storm"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtXqx3XwnuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/K7ZF7YiSujg/s1600-h/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtXqx3XwnuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/K7ZF7YiSujg/s320/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104243895092420322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtXiUHXwntI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Igbh66Lf1d4/s1600-h/ttbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtXiUHXwntI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Igbh66Lf1d4/s320/ttbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104234587898289874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO RELEASE OF "HEART OF THE STORM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY TWO MORE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In honor of my upcoming release of this romantic suspense, I'll give you a little run down of little known facts about the book and how it came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  It Began As A True Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told to me by my husband.  My redneck used to be a drag fisherman and the fishing community is pretty small.  Hundreds of myths circulate.  I just found out recently that the story my husband told me is true from my boss who's wife's cousin was married to one of the people involved (Hey, six degrees of separation......)  The story is that a boat was "Lost at sea" with five crew members believed dead.  Then, one of those crew members showed up five years later in an Arizona jail cell.  In the true story, unlike mine, the living crew member stayed mumm about what happened to the downed vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  Ethan Shannon is based on two people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband and one of his friends, Dave Burns.  By the way, Dave has no idea.  LOL.  I combined a lot of Dave's bitter stuff and the redneck's stubbornness.  Fishermen have a lot in common and I tried to portray the pride and the difficulties that go along with being a captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Charlene (Charlie) Henderson was NOT based on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this chick had a lot more self control and was a lot more uptight.  She is wound pretty close to the spool if you know what I mean.  She doesn't say the "F" word the way it flies out of my mouth.  And frankly, I wouldn't have been as willing to up and run as she was.  But she was nineteen.  You have to forgive a lot when someone is stupid and nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Pogie is based on a real person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if he ever finds out about it, I'm dead.  Eric is the redneck's best friend.  He's a Norwegian with a hard head.  But the man is smart about people.  Pogie is based on him.   The difference is that Pogie is a little bit more willing to stick his nose into other people's business.  But no one can beat his big heart.  He and Eric have that in common.  Pogie's big bigheartedness comes into play in the sequel to "Heart of the Storm" called "Eye of the Storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Cal is based on Blake from "The Deadliest Catch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pictured him the whole time.  I don't think I did Blake justice however.  Read it and you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  Ken Stabler is based on Every Bureaucrat I've Ever Known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't gentle either.  After dealing with the Disability office in California, I wasn't feeling kindly toward them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  The Celtic Rose  is based on The Northwestern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved The Northwestern on "The Deadliest Catch".  It's a beautiful boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  The Russian Element Came Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a panster, I wasn't sure how the whole suspense plot was going to pan out, but eventually, it became clear that a sequel was in the offering.  Thus, the Russian element was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  The Book Changed Three Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my critique partner's can attest to.  I'm not sure they'll have the desire to buy the book.  LOL.  They gave that book tender loving care and it wouldn't have made it without Dayna and Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  My Redneck Insisted On The Print Option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Whiskey Creek Press has a $95 print option fee, I was going to keep this story an ebook and wait a while longer for a print book with my name on it.  My hubby would have none of that.  He LOVES this book because he knows that I've given it all I've got, including stuff he told me.  When I was going to sell it short, he pushed me a little further.  Gotta love a spouse like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  It's the First Book to kick off the "Men Of Alaska" Line at Torrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pressure though, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  The Word "Cidiot" was made up by The Redneck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And shows up in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  It'll be on sale September 1st at &lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Whiskey Creek Press Torrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the print option is there.  You can pay with Paypal too.  Of course, the ebook is available if you prefer that format (and price.  LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed.  This message was brought to you by the shamelesspromotionwhore.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=30Aug2007&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8588444341599190848?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8588444341599190848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8588444341599190848' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8588444341599190848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8588444341599190848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/thirteen-things-you-may-not-know-about.html' title='Thirteen Things You May Not Know About &quot;Heart Of The Storm&quot;'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtXqx3XwnuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/K7ZF7YiSujg/s72-c/HeartoftheStorm_150x225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-475125257506586018</id><published>2007-08-29T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:05:41.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday WIP Waant--er Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtSV8XXwnqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3xeOfmRqGeE/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtSV8XXwnqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3xeOfmRqGeE/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103869142015975074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtSV9HXwnrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NZ52MfkWbyY/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtSV9HXwnrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NZ52MfkWbyY/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103869154900876978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtSV9XXwnsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/IAVul7L9_Jg/s1600-h/Buried+in+the+computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtSV9XXwnsI/AAAAAAAAAcE/IAVul7L9_Jg/s320/Buried+in+the+computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103869159195844290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIP&lt;/span&gt;--Work In Progress.  War In Perpetration.  Will Inflict Pain.  You name it.  My manuscript "Buried Illusions" (Or Hidden Grief or whatever the hell the name of it is now) has been the one work that has tested EVERY writer bone in my body.&lt;br /&gt;The plot refuses to gel.  The characters quit talking to me.  The hero stayed two dimensional for the LONGEST time and then, yesterday morning, decided to inform me that he was actually a bad ass biker dude with a serious rebellion problem.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid characters.&lt;br /&gt;This damn thing has changed two--no wait--four times.  And IT.  WILL.  NOT.  DIE.&lt;br /&gt;There are books that just flow and amazing things occur as I'm writing it.&lt;br /&gt;There are books that give me trouble, but I have forward movement in it.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this one.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a sore tooth that stops hurting but then comes back at me with a vengeance.  It's the book of my heart....that breaks it everytime I sit down to write it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the one story that has given me the most grief, the most pain, and the most work.&lt;br /&gt;It's also the one I've sworn to finish before I start (or finish) anything else.&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.   Yesterday morning, I started with 32,644 words and finished with 33,390.  I don't even want to know how many I deleted and added while I was reworking that stupid Hero with his new look and snarky attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little pissy with these two.  For two years, these characters have screamed at me, ignored me, crossed their arms and refused to speak to me, and totally disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of them.  Please, send out some good thoughts to me so I can get rid of these two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-475125257506586018?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/475125257506586018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=475125257506586018' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/475125257506586018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/475125257506586018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/whiskey-wednesday-wip-waant-er-rant.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday WIP Waant--er Rant'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtSV8XXwnqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3xeOfmRqGeE/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-965340856893370050</id><published>2007-08-26T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T04:23:20.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtIsyXXwnpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/k8kt5u8dQ4w/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtIsyXXwnpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/k8kt5u8dQ4w/s320/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103190571542945426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.murdershewrites.com/"&gt;Murder She Writes&lt;/a&gt; and I saw&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.murdershewrites.com/?p=538"&gt;This Post&lt;/a&gt;.  I had no idea that Walmart had changed its book buying tactics, though I have noticed the lack of choice in Walmart and other stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one of my favorite "new" authors &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.pattioshea.com/index.htm"&gt;Patti O'Shea&lt;/a&gt; who wrote &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;EAN=9780765355799&amp;amp;itm=6"&gt;In The Midnight Hour&lt;/a&gt;, was not on the shelf at Walmart.  Or Safeway.  Or Target.  I DID find it at a discount grocery store here called Winco.  I bought it at Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my complaint.  Much as I love Nora and Elizabeth Lowell, I want to see OTHER choices.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the BEST books I've found was at a Mom and Pop store in a little town (population: 150) called Dinsmore which is on the way to our favorite camping spot.  There, I've picked up &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.matthewreilly.com/home.htm"&gt;Matthew Reilly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.greggloomis.com/"&gt;Gregg Loomis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  My first Elizabeth Lowell was a whim at that store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you buy books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to go to Borders or Amazon these days since the other stores often don't carry the variety I like.    I don't have an independent bookstore in my area.  If I did, I'd go there.  They seem to be the only ones who are open to authors who may not sell millions of copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated 8/27--&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.jodihenley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jodi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;made me think of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dearauthor.com/wordpress/2007/08/21/read-for-pleasure-makes-the-case-for-used-book-sales-v-new/"&gt;THIS POST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at Dear Author about buying used books.  Take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-965340856893370050?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/965340856893370050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=965340856893370050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/965340856893370050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/965340856893370050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/buying-books.html' title='Buying Books'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtIsyXXwnpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/k8kt5u8dQ4w/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1393553092588639709</id><published>2007-08-25T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T07:55:39.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatting At Coffee Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtAW8XXwnoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ip5Hl8IGQV4/s1600-h/Coffee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtAW8XXwnoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ip5Hl8IGQV4/s320/Coffee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102603604132404866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thenoveltygirls.com/"&gt;THE NOVELTY GIRLS&lt;/a&gt; will be chatting all day today.  There will be excerpts and mayhem per usual from the wild bunch.&lt;br /&gt;Come join us at  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/karendevinkaren/"&gt;COFFEE TIME ROMANCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for a chance to see some great stuff.  I'll be posting Excerpts from "Heart Of The Storm" and "Fires Of Passion".  Come check it out and have some fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-1393553092588639709?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1393553092588639709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=1393553092588639709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1393553092588639709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1393553092588639709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/chatting-at-coffee-time.html' title='Chatting At Coffee Time'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RtAW8XXwnoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ip5Hl8IGQV4/s72-c/Coffee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2829614976721291575</id><published>2007-08-23T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:16:58.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons I Love Ice Road Truckers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RswtLHXwnnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yCCfnk9V-pk/s1600-h/iceroadsmap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RswtLHXwnnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yCCfnk9V-pk/s320/iceroadsmap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101502146884443762" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you all know about my obsession with The Deadliest Catch on The Discovery Channel.  Well, this year, The History Channel put out a show that rivals The Catch.  It took a few episodes for me to fall in love with it and given the choice, crab fishing would STILL be my favorite, but I admire the hell out of these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons I Love &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=mini_home&amp;mini_id=54692"&gt;ICE ROAD TRUCKERS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  It's another "Deadliest Job"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courage it takes to take a big rig truck and drive over a frozen lake astounds me.  In some of the episodes, you could hear the cracking of the ice as the men drove over it.  And the loads they had to carry!!!!  Absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=Minisite_Generic&amp;content_type_id=54690&amp;amp;display_order=3&amp;mini_id=54692"&gt;2.  ALEX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my favorite with his eleven kids and big, booming laugh.  LOVE him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=Minisite_Generic&amp;content_type_id=54699&amp;amp;display_order=2&amp;sub_display_order=4&amp;amp;mini_id=54692"&gt;3.  JAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweetie and his little baby is adorable.  Plus, he's GOOD at driving the ice roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=Minisite_Generic&amp;content_type_id=54688&amp;amp;display_order=3&amp;sub_display_order=6&amp;amp;mini_id=54692"&gt;4.  TJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like he grew up in front of the cameras.  It was cool to see him really stretch himself on the Ice Roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=Minisite_Generic&amp;content_type_id=54700&amp;amp;display_order=3&amp;sub_display_order=3&amp;amp;mini_id=54692"&gt;5.  HUGH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this cussing, abrasive jerk is actually entertaining to watch.  It doesn't surprise me that only one of the four drivers he had running the ice roads was left by the end.  He'd drive me to go home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  The Elements&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lake of frozen water with roads on it.  Who came up with this idea?  You'll hear &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=Minisite_Video_Clips&amp;content_type_id=54826&amp;amp;display_order=6&amp;mini_id=54692"&gt;How Cold it is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the show a lot.  It's amazing that those drivers are able to do ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  The Photography&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the ways the cameramen were able to pull this show off is pretty amazing.  There's a video on &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=Minisite_Video_Clips&amp;content_type_id=54827&amp;amp;display_order=5&amp;mini_id=54692"&gt;The Shots they got&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  The Dash For The Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;It's all about &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=Minisite_Generic&amp;content_type_id=54898&amp;amp;display_order=12&amp;mini_id=54692"&gt;the load count&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like on The Deadliest Catch, it's all about the amount of crab caught.  These guys are risking their lives for a good chunk of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  The Setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wilderness part of Canada and it's beautiful in its own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The section of ice roads that the show focuses on is the one that services three diamond mines.  They're inaccessible the rest of the year and have to get ALL their supplies in the 90 days that the lakes are frozen over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  The Kids Love It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids adore the trucks and the ice roads.  They let me watch this one and we all watch it as a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  The Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was more surprised than I was at the end of the season to see which of the six drivers was still standing.  If I'd have taken bets, I'd have lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  The History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there every day that do jobs just like this.  They risk their lives to get coal, catch fish, or supply diamond mines in Canada.  It's just nice to give them their due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=23Aug2007&amp;amp;amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2829614976721291575?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2829614976721291575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2829614976721291575' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2829614976721291575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2829614976721291575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/thirteen-reasons-i-love-ice-road.html' title='Thirteen Reasons I Love Ice Road Truckers'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RswtLHXwnnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yCCfnk9V-pk/s72-c/iceroadsmap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-5883491417082515963</id><published>2007-08-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:31:40.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday--Another Toast and NO rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsusynXwnlI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1l7Crvsjhuk/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsusynXwnlI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1l7Crvsjhuk/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101360988489293394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rsusy3XwnmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-gbdL2rUj-c/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rsusy3XwnmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-gbdL2rUj-c/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101360992784260706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no rant.  I have tons I COULD go on and on about, but honestly, all I can do is keep staring at that lovely book that has MY name on it.  I felt this way about "A Taste Of Christmas" since that was the first ebook with my name on it.  I absolutely love my cover and it is AWESOME to have my love for (translation--obsession with) The Deadliest Catch turn into a print book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged about it over at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenoveltygirls.com/"&gt;The Novelty Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about my little obsession.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm throwing back a shot and slamming the glass on the bar.  SWEEEEEEEEEEET.  Come on over to TNG and let me know what YOUR obsession is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-5883491417082515963?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5883491417082515963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=5883491417082515963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5883491417082515963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5883491417082515963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/whiskey-wednesday-another-toast-and-no.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday--Another Toast and NO rant'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsusynXwnlI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1l7Crvsjhuk/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-5291046877201757874</id><published>2007-08-20T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:00:01.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At THIS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RspGH3XwnjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ufZdUz1qUdA/s1600-h/Me+Holding+My+Book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RspGH3XwnjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ufZdUz1qUdA/s320/Me+Holding+My+Book.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100966628887141938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RspGIHXwnkI/AAAAAAAAAbE/h2FqtQJU-mk/s1600-h/17685hobbesdance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RspGIHXwnkI/AAAAAAAAAbE/h2FqtQJU-mk/s320/17685hobbesdance.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100966633182109250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test copy for my print book "Heart of the Storm" came today.  I'm one step closer to having my dream come true.  I want to see my book on a bookshelf.  Preferably at Borders.  &lt;br /&gt;Holding this book was SO COOL.  I can't tell you.  &lt;br /&gt;I had one of those days.  I managed to get food poisoning last night (I'll spare you the details) and got about two hours of sleep.  Then, I got up, went to work, tried to hold my coffee down, worked through most of my lunch and generally wished I was home in bed.&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, Psycho Dog had knocked out the screen in one of the windows and I couldn't get it back in.  Yeah, it was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;And then, my book.&lt;br /&gt;It lifted my spirits and made me smile.  And squeal.  And call Dayna.  And take a picture to show you.&lt;br /&gt;I know.  I'm pathetic.  Good thing you guys love me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-5291046877201757874?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5291046877201757874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=5291046877201757874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5291046877201757874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5291046877201757874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/look-at-this.html' title='Look At THIS!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RspGH3XwnjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ufZdUz1qUdA/s72-c/Me+Holding+My+Book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-5347501230026282650</id><published>2007-08-19T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T04:05:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/tmoamzb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Georgia Ref,Book Antiqua,Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;The Mists of Avalon&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Marion Zimmer Bradley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're obsessed with Camelot in all its forms, from Arthurian legend&lt;br /&gt;to the Kennedy administration. Your favorite movie from childhood was "The Sword in&lt;br /&gt;the Stone". But more than tales of wizardry and Cuban missiles, you've focused on&lt;br /&gt;women. You know that they truly hold all the power. You always wished you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Kennedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over at &lt;a href="http://spyscribbler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natasha Fondren's Spy Scribbler&lt;/a&gt; and she had this up.  Very interesting.  Try it and let me know what book you are.  Natasha was "The Guns Of August" which is a book I love.  "The Mists of Avalon" though is one of my FAVORITES.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-5347501230026282650?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5347501230026282650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=5347501230026282650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5347501230026282650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5347501230026282650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/book-quiz.html' title='A Book Quiz'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-9051158878271112721</id><published>2007-08-18T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:51:43.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!  Check THIS out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsbzfXXwniI/AAAAAAAAAa0/70aHGU4Q6s4/s1600-h/iStock_000001794007Small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsbzfXXwniI/AAAAAAAAAa0/70aHGU4Q6s4/s320/iStock_000001794007Small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100031348218830370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was visiting one of my favorite blogs called&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://theredneckmommy.com/"&gt;Attack Of The Redneck Mommy&lt;/a&gt; and she sent me here, to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mommyblogstoronto.typepad.com/hotandbothered/"&gt;Hot And Bothered.&lt;/a&gt; (That's her post up there by the way).  And I realized that I am squeamish about discussing sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The romance writer who developed a pen name so she could write about EROTIC sex stumbles around when putting sexual issues into the spoken word.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I can joke around and shock someone (as long as they're as squeamish as I am) but SERIOUS issues make me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about discussions with the Redneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Redneck Mommy's post and nodded vigorously.  There ARE times I'm just too tired to get into that frame of mind but I don't mind having a little fun.  But do you think I could EVER tell the Redneck about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew?  Apparently, I'm a prude under my love- scene-writing-erotic-romance-nasty-girl skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother would be proud.  LOL.  How about you?  Are you a prude or a perv or, like my friend Dayna Hart, somewhere in the middle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-9051158878271112721?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9051158878271112721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=9051158878271112721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/9051158878271112721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/9051158878271112721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-check-this-out.html' title='OMG!  Check THIS out!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsbzfXXwniI/AAAAAAAAAa0/70aHGU4Q6s4/s72-c/iStock_000001794007Small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1708766620655095098</id><published>2007-08-16T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:58:15.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Places Online That Scare Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsPEg3XwnhI/AAAAAAAAAao/Zhes7b9gUjY/s1600-h/TT8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsPEg3XwnhI/AAAAAAAAAao/Zhes7b9gUjY/s320/TT8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099135272011996690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are places online that scare me.  Some are addicting.  Some cost me money.  Some dare me to do things I'd never think to do.&lt;br /&gt;The reasons are different, but the results are the same.  Obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIRTEEN PLACES ONLINE THAT SCARE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/homepage.html/104-3112341-7544757"&gt;AMAZON&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place costs me money.  I go there and spend WAY too much.  Books, music, clothes, shoes all in one place?  Terrible for my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;WIKPEDIA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much time could I waste here?  OMG you have NO idea.  Research, history, information about just about everything.  I love it so much it's frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://wwwtest.astoria.k12.or.us/gallery/albums.php"&gt;HISTORIC FISHING&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scary place I loose myself.  All those boats.  All those fishermen.  All that history.  *happy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://romancedivas.com/"&gt;ROMANCE DIVAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know where I spend all my time, look here.  It's scary how much time online I spend there.  Some of it is even writing related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.smartbitchestrashybooks.com/"&gt;SMART BITCHES, TRASHY BOOKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about some scary but awesome women.  These bitches take it to the next level on their reviews, their opinions and their commentaries.  Awesome snark.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of scary review sites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mrsgiggles.com/"&gt;MRS. GIGGLES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now here's a place to strike fear in the heart of any author.  She'll rip apart a book and leave it dangling in the wind, but she's often right on.  Of course, she knows quality when she sees it as evidenced&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mrsgiggles.com/ebooks/hart_go.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.bookclubforum.co.uk/index.php"&gt;THE BOOK CLUB FORUM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place I could spend all day.  Frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/deadliestcatch/messageboard/messageboard.html"&gt;THE DEADLIEST CATCH MESSAGE BOARD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best place EVER to get lost in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dearauthor.com/"&gt;DEAR AUTHOR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another review site that scares the heck out of me, yet I check it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/jennifermck"&gt;MYSPACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is scary for several reasons.  Not only is it a time sucker, but the scammers are there in force.  A place to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://knightagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;THE KNIGHT AGENCY BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified to leave comments here.  What if I say something stupid?  It could go on my permanent record!!!  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://nathanbransford.blogspot.com/"&gt;NATHAN BRANSFORD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place I'm afraid to leave comments.  Maybe it's the whole AGENT thing.  (Ya think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thenoveltygirls.com/"&gt;THE NOVELTY GIRLS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those girls are CRAZY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=16Aug2007&amp;amp;amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-1708766620655095098?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1708766620655095098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=1708766620655095098' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1708766620655095098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1708766620655095098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/thirteen-places-online-that-scare-me.html' title='Thirteen Places Online That Scare Me'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsPEg3XwnhI/AAAAAAAAAao/Zhes7b9gUjY/s72-c/TT8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2672027839926229602</id><published>2007-08-14T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:54:25.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday Rant--A Little Bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsKEN5x89lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZnR76rIaAIQ/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsKEN5x89lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZnR76rIaAIQ/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098783102520325714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsKEN5x89mI/AAAAAAAAAag/7Uevg3nSZ3s/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsKEN5x89mI/AAAAAAAAAag/7Uevg3nSZ3s/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098783102520325730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I'm a relatively self-actualized person.  I recognize that my resentments are my own.  I am aware that I can't change other people and their reactions to me.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, all that stuff flies out the window.&lt;br /&gt;My childhood wasn't torturous or even all that dysfunctional.  For the times, it was a pretty good experience.  Yet, for some reason, my family has never been all that close.  We're very different from each other.&lt;br /&gt;On a good day, I let the differences roll off my back and focus on the similarities.  They're all mammals right?&lt;br /&gt;On a bad day (which lasted pretty much all last week) I get stressed, grind my teeth, and bite my tongue.  And sometimes, I don't bite my tongue hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;The thing is that I've come to believe that it's these very things in my life that make me write.  It's not the fame.  Really.  (Quit laughing).&lt;br /&gt;So, though my family is what it is, the best thing is that it's fodder. &lt;br /&gt;I posted about it at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thenoveltygirls.com/"&gt;The Novelty Girls&lt;/a&gt;.  I swear I want a t-shirt that says "Whatever may happen, it's all fodder"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2672027839926229602?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2672027839926229602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2672027839926229602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2672027839926229602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2672027839926229602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/whiskey-wednesday-rant-little-bitter.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday Rant--A Little Bitter'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RsKEN5x89lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZnR76rIaAIQ/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4022122571867765851</id><published>2007-08-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:51:43.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back.  I really missed you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget Dayna Hart's book "Go Between" is out today.  Go check it out!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4022122571867765851?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4022122571867765851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4022122571867765851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4022122571867765851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4022122571867765851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-663798580238153291</id><published>2007-08-13T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:39:45.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still On The Road....</title><content type='html'>and doing the weird internet cafe thing.  I'll be heading home tomorrow and due to the usual insanity in my schedule (surprise birthday party, company coming unexpectedly this weekend and work calling because they may need me Wednesday) I don't know when I'll be checking in again.&lt;br /&gt;One way or another, I'll be getting my Whiskey Wednesday and Thursday Thirteen up.&lt;br /&gt;*vacation?  What vacation?*&lt;br /&gt;Where did the summer go anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to start of the school year....14 days.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-663798580238153291?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/663798580238153291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=663798580238153291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/663798580238153291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/663798580238153291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-on-road.html' title='Still On The Road....'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4476852995554983058</id><published>2007-08-09T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T06:46:01.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons To Buy "Go Between" By Dayna Hart</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://daynahart.com//?attachment_id=41" rel="attachment wp-att-41" title="gobetween72lg.jpg" mce_href="http://daynahart.com//?attachment_id=41"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daynahart.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/gobetween72lg.jpg" title="gobetween72lg.jpg" alt="gobetween72lg.jpg" mce_src="http://daynahart.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/gobetween72lg.jpg" align="right" height="418" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h4 class="excerpt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As you can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://daynahart.com/?page_id=3"&gt;Dayna Hart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;  has a book coming out.  I still remember when she sent this to me.  We'd exchanged a few manuscripts back and forth.  This one floored me.  It is AMAZING.  But on to the reasons why YOU should give this a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  Anne Cain's Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Anne.  She's one of the best cover artists in the business and she NAILED this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  The Unique Concept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayna has always wanted to go with the tag line "Weird" but I think unique, complex and AWESOME work for it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Her Attention To Detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I walked through the making of this book.  She's such a stickler for detail and word smithing.  It's a pleasure to read the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Dell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason I would LOVE some fairy sex.  Mmmmmm yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's REAL.  You know how you read about people and think "NO ONE would do THAT."  Claire is actually someone I could relate to.  Well, other than finding a fairy in her living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  It's The First In A Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Curtain Torn series is the first in a long line of fabulous concepts culminating in something called "The Epic".  See, one of the nice things about knowing the author is knowing that there's more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Dayna Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, so this might not be a good reason for YOU to buy the book, but take my word for it.  She does.  And it's totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. It's A Story To Get Lost In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I love about this one is that I couldn't put it down.  I read from beginning to the end and didn't stop to warm up my coffee.  I forgot to critique it.  I forgot everything but Dell and Claire and the world Dayna created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  It Inspired Me To Write Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading "Go Between"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/revenant.htm"&gt;Crystal Jordan's "Revenant")&lt;/a&gt; inspired me to write&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/firesofpassion.htm"&gt;"Fires Of Passion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which was one of my favorite books to write.  Though I'd never tried it before, I love to read fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  Its Release Is Not The Only Thing She's Expecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.  If you haven't heard, she's having baby number four.  She's an awesome mom, so I'm thrilled for her.  So, do it for the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  There's No Hot Sex And I STILL Love It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I love about Dayna is that she does Big Picture.  Rather than have hot sex and instant resolution for her characters, she makes 'em wait.  Over the next few books, she continues to add and tweak their relationship.  *Happy Sigh*.  I lurrrrve her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  She's One To Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, you'll be able to say that you bought this book when it first came out.  As one of her first fans, I'll be in the inner circle when she gets to be Robert Jordan big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  Dayna Hart Writes FANTASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read this, you'll see how much she loves this.  Writing what I love makes my stories better and she's no different.  Her love of this genre is in every word you read.  Give it a try and you'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;“Go Between” by Dayna Hart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming August 14th from Samhain Publications &lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/dayna-hart" mce_href="http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/dayna-hart"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Between two races that hate each other, at the doorway between two worlds, can Claire find the strength to be the emissary they all need?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Book One of The Curtain Torn series.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Halfway through her twenties, her divorce, and a bottle of rye, Claire opens her birthday present—a “pressed fairy” book.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of the fairies is neither pressed, nor a picture. He’s the sinfully sexy Dell, who’s been trapped inside the book for twenty years. The moment Claire frees him, goblins attack her house. Dell and Claire’s only option is to use a “Between”—a rift between their worlds—to escape into the land of Fae.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There, Claire discovers the elven queen, Eliane, has a mission for her—one that has her keeping secrets from Dell. And ousting the goblins from her home is only the start.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4 class="excerpt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/excerpt/go-between" mce_href="http://samhainpublishing.com/excerpt/go-between"&gt;Read An Excerpt Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=9Aug2007&amp;amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4476852995554983058?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4476852995554983058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4476852995554983058' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4476852995554983058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4476852995554983058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/thirteen-reasons-to-buy-go-between-by.html' title='Thirteen Reasons To Buy &quot;Go Between&quot; By Dayna Hart'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2102728626913171123</id><published>2007-08-08T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T05:49:30.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Over......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rrm3iJx89iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VSTUZE0WDvA/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rrm3iJx89iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VSTUZE0WDvA/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096306250715297314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rrm3iZx89jI/AAAAAAAAAaI/WENkbhOOwK8/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rrm3iZx89jI/AAAAAAAAAaI/WENkbhOOwK8/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096306255010264626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every summer it's the same thing.  The redneck works long hours, the kids go crazy and I end up going out of town A LOT.  Yup, you guessed it.  Tonight I'm hitting the road again, this time to visit my mom.&lt;br /&gt;So, my Whiskey Wednesday is devoted to all things "Napa".&lt;br /&gt;I grew up there.  It's the wine country, but I can't tell the difference between a Cabernet grown in the Napa Valley and the red with the screw top.  Frankly, I prefer my whiskey anyway.  There's an attitude there that is unique and special.  Botox injections?  How gauche.  Macy's?  How "middle class".  What do you mean you don't like Pesto?  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;It's Nordstroms, Symphonies and very, very exclusive.  NOT my cup of tea.  The "Look Good" mentality has never worked for me.  When you're eleven and a D cup, it's difficult to pull off the latest Farah Fawcett style.  Not that I didn't try.  I feathered my hair and sprayed the hell out of it with the best of them.  I spent at least an hour in the bathroom every morning trying to get "the look" that would magically make me like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;But I am weird.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that?&lt;br /&gt;Napa is NOT the place to have a discussion on the existentialism portrayed in Shakespeare.  Or discuss the dominate themes of eighteenth century classical music.  Don't get me wrong.  You can't be "uncultured".  You darn well better attend the art museum paid for by the Sterling family and be able to say something more intelligent than "pretty pictures dude".  But for the most part, it's all about the "look good".  Who do you know?  How much money do you have?  Is your house spotless?&lt;br /&gt;Not all of Napa is this way.  There is a solid middle class that supports the two Targets and the Walmart there (MUCH to the chagrin of some of the population) plus, poverty is not unknown.  It's just barely acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;For a town that used to be known for the Napa State Hospital, a loony bin for the REALLY screwed up, it's come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;Going home is not an epiphany for me.  It's a completely alien place for me with a strange culture and a whole different way of viewing the world.&lt;br /&gt;The tourists love it and that's how I go there.  I'm a tourist just enjoying the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;My Mom, however, is awesome and fits NONE of these categories.  She is a refuge in a land of Bare Essentials Makeup and facials.  So, we'll be spending a few days with my mom and be home Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know if I survive my visit.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2102728626913171123?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2102728626913171123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2102728626913171123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2102728626913171123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2102728626913171123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Over......'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rrm3iJx89iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VSTUZE0WDvA/s72-c/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-32512710254019657</id><published>2007-08-07T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:57:29.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Trailer for "Heart Of The Storm"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid136.photobucket.com/albums/q176/jenmckleeland/HeartOfTheStorm_0001.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book trailer for "Heart of the Storm".  The best thing on this one is the music.  I fell in love with &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/dyonisis"&gt;Dyonisis&lt;/a&gt; when I cruised around MySpace.  They were generous enough to agree to let me use "The Hunter" which is an awesome song.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't WAIT to get this one done.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-32512710254019657?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/32512710254019657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=32512710254019657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/32512710254019657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/32512710254019657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/book-trailer-for-heart-of-storm.html' title='Book Trailer for &quot;Heart Of The Storm&quot;'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3989175852071461703</id><published>2007-08-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:53:51.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cover Dancing!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrdRIpx89gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JSbBb8i7hC4/s1600-h/HeartoftheStorm_Front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrdRIpx89gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JSbBb8i7hC4/s320/HeartoftheStorm_Front.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095630712489178626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrdSAJx89hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/biccFNMtrQI/s1600-h/HeartoftheStorm_Back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrdSAJx89hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/biccFNMtrQI/s320/HeartoftheStorm_Back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095631665971918354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!!!!  On September 1st, "Heart of the Storm" will be released with Whiskey Creek/Torrid.  I'm SOOOO excited.  And look at my awesome cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this one?  It will be in print.  And it's about crab fishing.  And it's a romantic suspense.  And.....well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy dancing happy dancing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3989175852071461703?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3989175852071461703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3989175852071461703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3989175852071461703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3989175852071461703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-cover-dancing.html' title='Happy Cover Dancing!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrdRIpx89gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JSbBb8i7hC4/s72-c/HeartoftheStorm_Front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2849386832425031668</id><published>2007-08-04T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:38:41.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen let me into her blog...</title><content type='html'>Crazy lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she just asked me to post a draft she had made up. Yesterday. Thanks be to blogger for letting me change the time and date of posts...I'd hate for her to know how late I really was getting it posted for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to leave a note for Jen's loyal readers, and most especially for Jen herself to say "Hey Honey, I love ya! Congratulations on your release yesterday, and I hope you have a kazillion sales. Maybe more. But if you have more, then you need to buy me something pretty. Like a Starbucks Caramel Macchiatto. Of course, that means I'll have to cross the continent and the border to get it, but whatever...for a Caramel Macchiatto...it's actually worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off, now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tuning in, and show Jen some love and leave a comment, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayna Hart&lt;br /&gt;Jen's soon to be ex new-best-friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2849386832425031668?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2849386832425031668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2849386832425031668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2849386832425031668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2849386832425031668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/jen-let-me-into-her-blog.html' title='Jen let me into her blog...'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4015299957097553405</id><published>2007-08-03T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:33:24.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fires Of Passion Releases Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrFlJpx89fI/AAAAAAAAAZk/3f2P4msiR_M/s1600-h/firesofpasion150x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrFlJpx89fI/AAAAAAAAAZk/3f2P4msiR_M/s320/firesofpasion150x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093963870041339378" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of my favorite books I've written so far.  I'm currently working on the prequel to this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The Passionata have returned to threaten all of mankind.       Chiloh Tommel, a White Firelighter, is the only one who can       defeat them. With the help of a Blue Firelighter, Jaden       Redden, Chiloh must break through her own fears to find the       key to defeat her enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for it &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been by my blog lately, then you know that this is also the first book I did a book trailer for.&lt;br /&gt;This is a great story and perfect for Cobblestone's Rune series.  I hope you'll check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid136.photobucket.com/albums/q176/jenmckleeland/14afeba3.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4015299957097553405?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4015299957097553405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4015299957097553405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4015299957097553405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4015299957097553405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/fires-of-passion-releases-today.html' title='Fires Of Passion Releases Today'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrFlJpx89fI/AAAAAAAAAZk/3f2P4msiR_M/s72-c/firesofpasion150x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4823809795076982433</id><published>2007-08-02T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:59:31.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Out Of Town Thursday Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrFfh5x89eI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LmxBARCkzzM/s1600-h/TTTrees.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrFfh5x89eI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LmxBARCkzzM/s320/TTTrees.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093957689583400418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a last minute change in plans puts me in Fort Bragg this weekend instead of home since Joe is working Saturday.  So in honor of this rush to head out of town, I'm going to write the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIRTEEN THINGS I ALWAYS HAVE TO DO BEFORE LEAVING TOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before packing, I always have to do laundry.  Someday I hope to have enough clothes to pack for three days WITHOUT doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  Dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually a sink full.  Can't leave 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Find Someone to Check On The Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I have psycho dog and wussy puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Take Back Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I have to go out of town right after I've rented movies.  Sooooo, I have to take them back or I forget I have to return them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Print Out My WIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I usually print out the last ten pages or so of my work in progress so that I can write while I'm gone.  Yeah, keep laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  Last Minute Errands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This often begins with the Redneck saying "Since you're coming down, could you pick up......"  *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Cancel Appointments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These out of town trips usually coincide with appointments that I made when Joe was going to be HOME for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Those of you with children know that this includes a friggin pharmacy, a week's worth of clothes (even for three days) and then there's MY stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  Gas Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why am I always on empty when it's time to leave?  The world may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  Pack the Car with drinks and snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With my children, this is necessary even for a two hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  Pick The CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugely important for road trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  Remember The Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;About the time I remember this, I've started the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  Ignore the Other Things Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hitting the freeway, I usually remember some really important that I refuse to go back for.  I hunch over the wheel and keep driving with Evanescence blaring in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be back Sunday.  I'll miss you.  I'll try and get online while I'm gone.  If you really miss me, you can head over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/karenfindoutaboutnewbooks/"&gt;Coffee Time Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of The Novelty Girls will be there and I'll try and poke in from the wilds of Fort Bragg, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=2Aug2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4823809795076982433?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4823809795076982433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4823809795076982433' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4823809795076982433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4823809795076982433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/out-of-town-thursday-thirteen.html' title='An Out Of Town Thursday Thirteen'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrFfh5x89eI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LmxBARCkzzM/s72-c/TTTrees.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-9219503742163740596</id><published>2007-08-01T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:25:39.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrCFmZx89cI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mfkIYN8MPZ8/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrCFmZx89cI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mfkIYN8MPZ8/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093718073357956546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrCFmpx89dI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OAtjo2xzFh8/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrCFmpx89dI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OAtjo2xzFh8/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093718077652923858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Whiskey Wednesday at the old blog and I've got a few rants, but I'll stick to the ones I can actually put up here.  I'm going to rant about the media's penchant for underestimating all of us.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a little news last night (I don't get much chance.  I'm outnumbered by the little people in the house.) and they spent fifteen minutes on Lindsey Lohan.  Meanwhile, great world events are occurring elsewhere.  Somewhere, I know, a meeting of top officials has gone down, but CNN has decided that we need to know the EXACT details of Lindsey's breakdown.  Not to mention the Brittany trainwreck.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that?  &lt;br /&gt;Of course, this isn't new stuff.  After all, there's a reason that Hollywood stars were used in selling bonds during WWII.  We seem to care what movie stars think.  Why, I have no idea.  At best, they are as informed about world events as I am.  At worst, they are being paid to state an opinion.  But either we are insatiable in our need for more Brittany melt downs or the media is feeding us this crap for some other reason.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is an effort to keep us distracted from real life.  I don't know that the government wants us sitting slack jawed in front of the T.V. as another big star disintegrates before our eyes, but they certainly don't offer an alternative.  I think that keeping us focused on the latest Paris Hilton antics keeps us from seeing other things.  Things about our world around us. &lt;br /&gt;If we're hanging on every word that MSNBC spouts about the insane Alec Baldwin divorce, we're not paying attention to the way our world is changing around us.  Perhaps it has always been this way.  We distract ourselves from seeing the way that nothing is permanent.  What was true yesterday, isn't true today.  We adapt, maybe even protest.  But in the long run, we live our lives to the best of our ability.&lt;br /&gt;In the age of Information, I am bombarded all day long with "what's happening".  But isn't it sad that I've heard very little substance in the last two weeks and that every lead story features the downfall of a woman who is seriously troubled?  &lt;br /&gt;There's no fix.  Watching the hearing on Gonzales certainly wasn't very interesting.  So, I tend to flip to reruns of CSI and shake my head.  If I'm going to seek entertainment, I'd rather it was fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-9219503742163740596?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9219503742163740596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=9219503742163740596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/9219503742163740596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/9219503742163740596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time Again'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RrCFmZx89cI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mfkIYN8MPZ8/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3456142315699052968</id><published>2007-07-31T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T07:42:58.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silly Things I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rq9HvZx89bI/AAAAAAAAAZE/fl1DpvNSkwc/s1600-h/22034Calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rq9HvZx89bI/AAAAAAAAAZE/fl1DpvNSkwc/s320/22034Calvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093368583279146418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I made some decisions that may bite me in the ass.  I'm not sure what happened.  Maybe it's because my characters all went out for drinks and didn't invite me.&lt;br /&gt;The meanies.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm avoiding opening up the work in progress and having the cursor blink at me.  Whatever the reason, I made two moves that I KNEW were crazy, but I did them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;First move.  I sent my erotic romance (under my pen name) to &lt;a href="http://www.loose-id.net/"&gt;Loose Id Publishing&lt;/a&gt; which is a step up from the places I've been.  They use a bigger printer (distribution wise, not size wise.  LOL) and have bigger sales.  So, they're tougher.  Am I ready?  I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Second move.  I sent my Advance Reader Copy of "Heart Of The Storm" to a well known review blog.  I'm not saying who until I see if she reviews it.  I sent it fully expecting her to ignore me, say "Um no way" or "Thanks for your sub, but I'm busy with REAL authors."  LOL.  She didn't.  She said "Thank you.  I'll take a look at it."&lt;br /&gt;Um WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so those are the silly things I've done for the last week.  I wasn't even going to mention Loose Id until I knew what the answer was going to be.  But I couldn't pass up an opportunity to reveal my flaws to you all yet again.  &lt;br /&gt;What silly things do YOU do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3456142315699052968?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3456142315699052968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3456142315699052968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3456142315699052968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3456142315699052968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/silly-things-i-do.html' title='The Silly Things I Do'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rq9HvZx89bI/AAAAAAAAAZE/fl1DpvNSkwc/s72-c/22034Calvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-6964244452092643451</id><published>2007-07-28T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T04:51:13.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Of Silence</title><content type='html'>My characters have been quiet.  Too quiet.  Usually, they won't shut up.  But right now, they seem to have all taken a vacation. What's THAT about.&lt;br /&gt;I opened up "Buried Illusions" (aka THE BOOK THAT WILL NOT DIE) and Jessica and Travis were very apathetic about their own story.  That's been a problem with them.  Neither of those characters have ever been willing to stand up and shout for attention.  They're stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin in "Eye Of The Storm" seems to be taking a friggin' nap.  His counterpart, Serena, is pretty pissed at him since he decided to check out in the middle of their first sex scene.  She's pouting.&lt;br /&gt;The entourage in "Embers Of Fire" have all gone on a cruise deciding that I'm too dark and they don't want to deal with the angst I had in store for them.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I'm not getting much done.  &lt;br /&gt;For me, characters are the reason for the plot, not the other way around.  I don't get "ideas".  I get annoying people in my head who argue with me or natter at me until I get it written.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, everyone has checked out of the space in my head and I just know they're all somewhere quiet having margaritas.  &lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for Thomas.  After all, a recovering alcoholic guardian angel can't drink.  Maybe he's having lemonade.  &lt;br /&gt;Those buggers just don't stick around.  &lt;br /&gt;We're off to Shanty Creek, the McKenzie Valhalla, to enjoy what's left of summer.  Doesn't it seem as if it's going FAST this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-6964244452092643451?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6964244452092643451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=6964244452092643451' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6964244452092643451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6964244452092643451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/sounds-of-silence.html' title='Sounds Of Silence'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1105806372618476167</id><published>2007-07-26T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T06:12:15.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Places I'd Love To See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RqiXr5x89aI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OQXnZWCKWlQ/s1600-h/ttbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RqiXr5x89aI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OQXnZWCKWlQ/s320/ttbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091486159242851746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Matthew Reilly's "Seven Deadly Wonders", (see yesterday's post) it made me think about places I'd never been and I'd love to see.  And of course, I don't have to be reasonable about it.&lt;br /&gt;So, here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirteen Places I'd Love To See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Alexandria Library &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it was destroyed by the romans.  Maybe somewhere around the birth of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  The Temple of Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after it was rebuilt by Nebuchadnezzar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Stonehenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was being built.  I'd love to know how it really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  The Great Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These I'd love to see today or in the past.  Seeing them sometime in the nineteen century might be more interesting because you could really explore them then.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Statue of Zeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once touted as one of the most spectacular sites in the ancient world, it's existence is myth and legend.  I'd love to see if it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  The Hanging Gardens Of Babylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another site of the ancient world that has fallen into myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, since I'm not being reasonable....why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  The Louve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to visit the art held at the Louve.  This one doesn't require time travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  The Russian Amber Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another myth.  It's a fascinating possibility that this room, made completely of Amber stone, was made and spirited away.  I first read about it in Elizabeth Lowell's "Amber Beach".  I love that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  The Lighthouse of Alexandria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From its description, it seems it was HUGE.  I'd love to have seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 50 B.C.  It was a bustling place, but without the world domination factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  England &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I'd love to visit during Roman rule.  They did have a period of tranquility (albeit short) before Boadiccia and the destruction that followed.  I'd also love to visit England during the beginning of King Alfred's reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  The Via Delorosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it got it's famous name in honor of Christ.  I'd love to see Jerusalem in Jesus's time.  See, not LIVE there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any completely unreasonable place you've wanted to see?   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=26Jul2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-1105806372618476167?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1105806372618476167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=1105806372618476167' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1105806372618476167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1105806372618476167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/thirteen-places-id-love-to-see.html' title='Thirteen Places I&apos;d Love To See'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RqiXr5x89aI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OQXnZWCKWlQ/s72-c/ttbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2415022621866378370</id><published>2007-07-25T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:02:31.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday.  I READ a book. Really read it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rqa6Mpx89YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xu9XlSIMwXw/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rqa6Mpx89YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xu9XlSIMwXw/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090961155325490562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rqa6Mpx89ZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/aYkS28CnRFQ/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rqa6Mpx89ZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/aYkS28CnRFQ/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090961155325490578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rqa49Zx89XI/AAAAAAAAAYk/0XtNhGLkkA4/s1600-h/Seven+Deadly+Wonders_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rqa49Zx89XI/AAAAAAAAAYk/0XtNhGLkkA4/s320/Seven+Deadly+Wonders_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090959793820857714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a author, one of the things I miss is the ability to just read a book.  I'm not dissecting it to see what the author was trying to do or not do.  I'm not wondering how I would twist that plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many reasons, I've been "blah".  Only two things have lifted me out of my little funk.  One is this book.  I bought it based on the blurb.  I'd never heard of Matthew Reilly but apparently he's really big.  I sat down, hoping to read an action adventure with some interesting history thrown in and he got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sucked me right into the book.  The grammar didn't matter.  The Point Of View/show vs. tell/plausibility didn't matter.  The internal editor went on vacation.  What a freakin relief.  The book's premise is that the Great Pyramid at Giza had a solid gold capstone.  This capstone has a purpose other than being a pretty decoration.  It saves the world from massive devastation from a natural phenomenon.  Reilly puts forth brilliant ideas and details them with READABLE step by step instructions.  In other words, he didn't lose me with the details.  If there were errors, I didn't notice.  The story was compelling complete with strong, sympathetic characters and a great twisted ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, has me searching for his other books.  It's rare that I find a book that draws me in this way.  Robert Ludlum did it with the Bourne books (which are darker and more thoughtful than the blockbuster movies but I love the movies too) and Terry Brooks did it with the Shannara series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm raising a shot of whiskey to you, Matthew Reilly.  For a guy who is thirty-three and has six best sellers (one written by the time he was nineteen) it looks like you've just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the book &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Seven-Deadly-Wonders-Matthew-Reilly/dp/1416505067/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/102-8906072-7896914?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1185331263&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Matthew Reilly &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.matthewreilly.com/home.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2415022621866378370?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2415022621866378370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2415022621866378370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2415022621866378370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2415022621866378370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/whiskey-wednesday-i-read-book-really.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday.  I READ a book. Really read it.'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rqa6Mpx89YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/xu9XlSIMwXw/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8521345982257443561</id><published>2007-07-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:50:15.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Is Too Much Too Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RqYLwZx89WI/AAAAAAAAAYc/iQ03JjwzXSI/s1600-h/Calvin+in+a+swing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RqYLwZx89WI/AAAAAAAAAYc/iQ03JjwzXSI/s320/Calvin+in+a+swing.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090769354970953058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jen's definition of Blogger&lt;/span&gt;--1.  A person who actually enjoys visiting other people's blogs and who blogs as often as possible, including promotion, rants and boring children's photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about blogs?  They're opinions, diaries, individual personal newspapers.  Yet I find myself going through withdrawals without them.  Then, of course, there is the new epidemic sweeping the blogging community (aka Pajama Media) Blogger Depression.  You can view the details of this new disease &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thenonist.com/index.php/weblog/permalink/a_nonist_public_service_pamphlet/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went on strike.  I didn't want to do mommy stuff and I didn't want to do writer stuff.  I wasn't very productive.  But in my rare moment on mind numbing T.V., I caught a show on Sundance channel called "Blogger Wars".  This documentary depicts the power of Bloggers in the political landscape.  Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm not a big follower of political blogs or their pundits.  Though I enjoy a good "Flame War" (and it's mixed enjoyment.)  I haven't been one to jump headlong into the fray.  Well, not often.  I do see that blogs have power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note this post on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dearauthor.com/wordpress/2007/07/19/beyond-reach-by-karin-slaughter/"&gt;DEAR AUTHOR&lt;/a&gt;  which spawned intense discussion about an author's responsibility to his readers on several forums.  Influential writer blogs drawn in thousands of hits (which doesn't sound like much compared to the million hits certain political blogs receive, but writer blogs are aimed at a smaller audience), blogs such as Miss Snark (who is semi-retired) and Agent blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this power, this connection?  Whoever named the internet "The World Wide Web" was dead on.  It's a web of power lines connecting me to you and you to your favorite author, politician or celebrity news.  Just look at the popularity of the YouTube debates last night on CNN? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it IS a web.  I'm caught in it as helplessly as any fly.  Technologically challenged all my life, I cringe at the fact that I don't want to live without my high speed internet.  Once, my internet life consisted of email and shopping on Amazon.  Now, it has expanded so much that I miss it when I'm gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid this fly is happy to be part of the web.  Does that make me crazy?  Okay, maybe THAT doesn't make me nuts....never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8521345982257443561?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8521345982257443561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8521345982257443561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8521345982257443561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8521345982257443561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-is-too-much-too-much.html' title='When Is Too Much Too Much?'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RqYLwZx89WI/AAAAAAAAAYc/iQ03JjwzXSI/s72-c/Calvin+in+a+swing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-179362795686424756</id><published>2007-07-23T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T04:52:03.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"On Again" by Jenna Allen</title><content type='html'>Jenna Allen aka Jenna Bayley-Burke is one of the first people I ever met in the online writing community.  She's one of those talented writers who seems to know what a reader wants.  And this one is a Phaze book which means it's pretty hot.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phaze.com/Images/OnAgain100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 105px;" alt="" src="http://www.phaze.com/Images/OnAgain100.jpg" border="0" height="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.king-cart.com/Phaze/product=On+Again+by+Jenna+Allen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by Jenna Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; available NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Phaze, HeatSheet, Force Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Bentley is a NARC, his estranged wife Kayla is a drug counselor trying to keep others from running afoul of the law. The stress of the job breaks their marriage, but can the passion that remains help Paul and Kayla get back "on again"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCERPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nrc.gov/reading-rm/doc-collections/nuregs/staff/sr1415/v18n1/images/on-phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right; width: 104px;" alt="" src="http://www.nrc.gov/reading-rm/doc-collections/nuregs/staff/sr1415/v18n1/images/on-phone.jpg" border="0" height="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Kay? I'm lonely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better to be lonely alone." Her lip trembled and she prayed it didn't show in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Look, I know I agreed to leave you alone. I know there's no going back. You're better off without me dragging you down. But I was thinking, maybe I could come over? We could open a bottle of wine and try and talk again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/22/61/22576122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 103px;" alt="" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/22/61/22576122.jpg" border="0" height="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You never dragged me down when you were here. It was losing you and having to see you still here that hurt." Her stomach twisted and she inched lower in the tub, letting the water soothe her wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like I should take that hurt away, you know? I want to hold you and let you know none of it had anything to do with you. I didn't want any of it to touch you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't live in a bubble, Paul." She took a deep breath for courage. "You don't want to change. You just don't want to be lonely right now. And on again, off again is not good for either one of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We haven't tried on again. Let me come over. I'll bring a bottle of your favorite wine and you can mess up my head. And then once I get it together we can mess up our bed. It's been way too long, Kayla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can talk on the phone." Her eyes felt heavy, tears threatening. She wanted him, the old him, here in the worst way. But she didn't think she had it in her to tell him to leave again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone clicked in her ear. She called his name a few times before giving up and setting the phone on the ground. She closed her eyes, trying not to think of him, but it was too late. His image loomed in her mind, teasing her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-179362795686424756?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/179362795686424756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=179362795686424756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/179362795686424756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/179362795686424756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-again-by-jenna-allen.html' title='&quot;On Again&quot; by Jenna Allen'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-7684361740249045708</id><published>2007-07-21T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T05:54:54.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legacy We Chose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RqICDpx89VI/AAAAAAAAAYU/NvbUEam6_e4/s1600-h/22034Calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RqICDpx89VI/AAAAAAAAAYU/NvbUEam6_e4/s320/22034Calvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089632790660314450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about this yesterday as I rushed to clean my house for company.  What are my children going to take away from their experience with me?  Will they remember that we'd go out for ice cream or sing Gretchen Wilson's "There Goes The Neighborhood" while driving?  Or will they remember that every time company came over, I was a nutcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I took away from living with my Mom.  When company was on its way, my mother was frantic as she dusted, scoured and mopped our home.  Everything had to look perfect.  We had to portray the sedate well behaved middle class family that seemed to be all the rage in the 70's.  At least, for my Mom it was all the rage.  I hated company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I still do.  Because I have a compulsion to do the same thing when people are coming to visit.  Not the whole sedate, well behaved thing.  That's expecting too much of a mouthy wife of a redneck, but the frantic cleaning.  The worst part is that I don't have the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom was (and is) as stringent housecleaner.  Her garden is stellar.  Her floors are shiny and her closets are organized.  I am not (and never have been) a very good house keeper.  (In my defense, and as a complete aside, I will say that when I lived by myself, my house was CLEAN.  It's picking up after others that I'm not so good at)  As a result, when I go on these little rampages, the whirlwind is a little edgier and a lot more frustrating.  And my kids get caught in the big wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the boys have an ongoing battle.  When I clean, every single mess they make AS I'm cleaning becomes a little bit more annoying.  They find my preoccupation with carpet cleaner and the vacuum very disruptive to their expectations.  (I swear they view me as a cruise director)  And THEY'RE BOYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They leave dirty clothes on the floor.  Sand from the beach is as common as the dust on my furniture and they do not have the concept of "Don't step on the floor.  It's wet."  I won't even discuss the three dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wondered.  Is this the legacy I'm leaving my children?  This frantic bullshit of running around with a bottle of 409 and wielding the vacuum like an avenging cleaning demon?  Will my children practice this neurotic behavior or worse, expect their spouse to practice it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those little quirks in my behavior that I don't like much.  I will say that it's much improved from my younger days.  Though frantic, I am less crazy than I used to be about this.  But as I scrub and spray, I know those eyes are watching me.  And I have no control over what they do with that information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping the ice cream, the singing, and the bedtime stories outweigh the crazy stuff I do.  This isn't a trait from my mother that I point to and say "Isn't that wonderful?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-7684361740249045708?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7684361740249045708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=7684361740249045708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7684361740249045708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7684361740249045708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/legacy-we-chose.html' title='The Legacy We Chose'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RqICDpx89VI/AAAAAAAAAYU/NvbUEam6_e4/s72-c/22034Calvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8760991581261285111</id><published>2007-07-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:50:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Waiting For This One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a_MESdzzFvc/RqB2gaJKG5I/AAAAAAAAABM/JVTRV-BaDEk/s1600-h/fallingcovertiny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089197878074284946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a_MESdzzFvc/RqB2gaJKG5I/AAAAAAAAABM/JVTRV-BaDEk/s320/fallingcovertiny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safety is an illusion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world crumbles into chaos, only a chosen few can afford the luxury of life in towers built to soar far above the pollution and destruction on the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life up in the air is full of beautiful things and beautiful people. What happens when you’re not one of them? What happens when everything you believed about the world turns out to be a lie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall. Or you learn how to fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drolleriepress.com/?page_id=42"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Click here for Drollerie Press's bookshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobipocket.com/en/eBooks/BookDetails.asp?BookID=58640"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Click here to buy &lt;em&gt;Falling&lt;/em&gt; directly from Mobipocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immi is one of my favorite Divas and I've been waiting for this release for a while.  Keep an eye on this author.  She's one of the up and coming new authors that will make a splash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8760991581261285111?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8760991581261285111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8760991581261285111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8760991581261285111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8760991581261285111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-waiting-for-this-one.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Waiting For This One'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_a_MESdzzFvc/RqB2gaJKG5I/AAAAAAAAABM/JVTRV-BaDEk/s72-c/fallingcovertiny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1498097605105858866</id><published>2007-07-19T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:21:53.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Things I Hate About.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rp7foUhhTSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FFU0TxNPRsU/s1600-h/TT8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rp7foUhhTSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FFU0TxNPRsU/s320/TT8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088750512772304162" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAMMOGRAMS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;I wasn't going to put that in my title.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  But in honor of my wonderful experiences for the last two weeks and because I didn't get my Whiskey Wednesday up (due to an obsession with Windows Movie Maker) I decided to share all the reasons I HATE mammograms.  (I'm ignoring the positives here.  I don't need reminding that they help prevent deaths from breast cancer.  I know that.  But I'm not doing 13 things I LOVE about mammograms.  That might get weird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  No Deoderant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to have an accurate reading, a woman must go "au natural".  Which is fine if you're a sweet smelling female, not a stay at home mom/wookie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  The Boob positioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how professional a radiologist can be, there is still the moment that I have to present my nipple for the little dot sticker thing and let him/her lift my breast into position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  The Breath Holding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, hold your breath and don't move."  Yeah, and don't think about the fact that I may have cancer or my friggin boob is being mashed to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  The Mashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those things I can't describe.  For me, because I'm a *ahem* "big" woman, the mashing is pretty uncomfortable.  I understand from the less endowed that this is universal.  These machines are sophisticated with attachments that make it more like a food processor than a piece of medical equipment.  Yet, mashing a woman's boob is the only way to do this?  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  The Inaccuracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is personal for me.  Every time I have a mammogram (or a papsmear for that matter) I always have "something".  In this case, it was a "dense spot".  Sooooo after having my boobs smashed eight times at eight different angles, I went back in for ANOTHER smashing.  At least it was only my left one this time.  THEN an ultrasound after that.  All to be told, "I don't see anything."  Um Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  The Time Away From Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been plugging away at my latest wip (quit laughing) and getting my word count up (I mean it.  Stop laughing!) or editing one of them to clean them up (You're going to hurt yourself if you keep laughing that way.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. The Worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  Not MY worry.  My husband's and friend's worry.  Honestly, I didn't worry.  Well not until the VERY end.  Every time I thought "My mother has had it three times." Or "A dense spot.  That's it.  I'm dying."  I just reminded myself that worry was stupid.  My husband was WORRIED though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  The Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to rant about doctor's offices? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  The Mashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I hate the mashing.  It deserved a repeat.  So. Much. Mashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  The Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having mammograms means facing reality.  I ain't young anymore.  If the grey hair wasn't a reality check for me, this is.  It means that from now on, the clock is ticking.  The trick is to ignore it.  Kind of like I do when I'm writing and I "only have an hour before I have to pick up the kids."  Ignore the clock.  It will chime when it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  The Hospital Gowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They open in the front and, if you're skinny (and I'm not), the thing falls off your shoulders.  If you're me, it doesn't tie.  I think it's some test to see if we can read a magazine while holding the two open parts over our boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  The Cold Squeezy Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this isn't necessarily part of a regular mammogram, but if you're me, THEN you get the added fun of a boob ultrasound.  This involves the cold stuff they spread over the area.  If you've ever seen your baby on a sonogram, you know what I'm talking about.  If you don't, consider yourself lucky.  That stuff is cold and sticky.  And when you're not wearing deodorant......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  The Not Being Able To Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be unique to me, but as I was getting that lovely ultrasound, that worry I'd been so good at keeping under wraps, swamped me.  Suddenly, I couldn't breath.  The room was too close.  The technician was too close.  I wanted out of there BAD.  I was panicked.  Mind you, I was absolutely still, but that lack of deodorant was a real problem at that moment.  I started thinking "Oh my God.  What if it's worse than they think?  What if I have to do chemo?  I'm a lousy housekeeper NOW.  I can't do anything if I'm sick on chemo." You know, a million miles an hour and getting nowhere.  The hamster wheel of misery.&lt;br /&gt;Just about the time I thought I was going to sit up and bolt, gown and all, the tech finished and said "I didn't see anything."  My first thought was "What the *&amp;%&amp;amp;* does that mean?"  He showed the radiologist and gave me a clean bill of health.&lt;br /&gt;I fled out the door as fast as my legs would carry me.  AFTER I put my shirt back on.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So, while I'm grateful for new technology and so on, I still HATE mammograms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style=""&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=19Jul2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-1498097605105858866?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1498097605105858866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=1498097605105858866' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1498097605105858866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1498097605105858866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/thirteen-things-i-hate-about.html' title='Thirteen Things I Hate About.........'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rp7foUhhTSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FFU0TxNPRsU/s72-c/TT8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4703540234576941906</id><published>2007-07-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:22:59.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My VERY First Book Trailer......</title><content type='html'>Edited and tweaked it.  Thanks to all the folks who gave me opinions.  Here we go again.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid136.photobucket.com/albums/q176/jenmckleeland/14afeba3.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid136.photobucket.com/albums/q176/jenmckleeland/e25ad265.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....so take that into account.  It was a little more difficult than I thought.  Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4703540234576941906?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4703540234576941906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4703540234576941906' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4703540234576941906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4703540234576941906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-very-first-book-trailer.html' title='My VERY First Book Trailer......'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1212066639036585901</id><published>2007-07-16T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T05:05:25.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthly Valhalla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RptZPEhhTRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JvLCmPT4IFY/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RptZPEhhTRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JvLCmPT4IFY/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087758319492353298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As often as I complain about the Redneck and the two dirt faced Okie kids, I wouldn't trade them for anything.  We often refrain from killing each other so that we can enjoy days like Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it started auspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Mama was hormonal.  And the Redneck had a difficult time making up his mind what he wanted to do this weekend.  The plans changed about five or six times.  Knowing us, however, we could have planned all week and STILL been unprepared.  After waking up at 5am (the dogs hate me.  They really do), I'd already been doing the "mom" thing for three hours when the Redneck announced the final change of plans.  We were all going to Shanty Creek for the day.  Well, after we went out to breakfast, bought new "floaties" for the boys and sandals for the adults.  *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that getting out the door and on the road with a Redneck, two kids and three dogs was....interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't exactly......sunshine and lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we headed out Highway 36 and into the hills.  My attitude was the adult version of the whiney "I'm tired.  Can't we go home?  My stomach hurts."  Of course,  the kids had the full on kid version.  Ah, good times.  Oh, and the dog got sick in the cab of the truck.  Believe me, Highway 36 does it to the best of us.  I could only have sympathy for the poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, by the time we got to our usual watering hole (Shanty Creek), it was chock full of people.  Ugh.  That's one thing the Redneck and I share.  We go up to the hills to avoid people, not hang with them.  So, we kept on driving.  Luckily, there's always an "ace in the hole" for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George's Folly Camp is not well known, even with the locals.  It's almost a family secret for the McKenzie family.  We drove down the gravel road lined with Manzanita and tall Douglas Fir with trepidation.  Would our other favorite spot be riddled with human presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clearing came into view, I relaxed.  No one was there.  We piled out of the car like a group of teenagers at a Greenday concert.  It was like coming home after being gone for a long time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect--hot but not too hot.  The water was clear and not too cold.  The Van Duzen River can be VERY cold, even in July, but on this day, it was a pleasant brisk temperature.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The kids had the dogs and the water.  The Redneck had the water flow to "fix". (This involves moving big rocks around.  I don't know.  I just stay out of it.) I had a new book (another one I couldn't afford) by a new author.  It just doesn't get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left George's Folly Camp at 6pm and then meandered home, driving around Grizzly Mountain for a Redneck Tourist view of Red Lassik and Black Lassik, two cinder cone volcanoes.  We checked for deer sign (Yep, I'm not kidding. I was just along for a hunting scout trip.  But it was fun) and quail.  I snapped off pictures that I'll put on my blog when I develop them (I don't do digital yet.  I'm old fashioned).  &lt;br /&gt;All and all, a wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering all that's gone on for the last few weeks, this little jaunt may have saved their lives and my sanity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing was that the Redneck followed it up with taking the boys clamming Sunday morning and I had about five hours to myself.  I got a lot of writing done and felt up to the week. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me.  Do any of you have a place that's special like that for you?  Your lazyboy?  Your kitchen?  A bookstore?  What's your earthly Valhalla?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-1212066639036585901?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1212066639036585901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=1212066639036585901' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1212066639036585901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1212066639036585901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-often-as-i-complain-about-redneck.html' title='Earthly Valhalla'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RptZPEhhTRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JvLCmPT4IFY/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4350110168364035619</id><published>2007-07-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:05:08.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guilty Secret.</title><content type='html'>Just for &lt;a href="http://long-relief.blogspot.com/"&gt;LEFTY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST6qpR0iO_s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST6qpR0iO_s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orO9E7fC0mo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/orO9E7fC0mo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbGgYh1ErIQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbGgYh1ErIQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough to choose.  &lt;br /&gt;Yep, big ABBA fan.  I had all of them.  In RECORDS.  You remember.  Those big round black things that came BEFORE eight track.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4350110168364035619?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4350110168364035619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4350110168364035619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4350110168364035619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4350110168364035619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-guilty-secret.html' title='My Guilty Secret.'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8169396568722593292</id><published>2007-07-12T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:28:34.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Songs That Have Inspired me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpUeQHroKAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/w7nBOi89EdY/s1600-h/ttbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpUeQHroKAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/w7nBOi89EdY/s320/ttbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086004616473618434" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are songs that have touched me, still touch me and lift me up when I'm down.  As usual, I couldn't include all of the music that gets me.  Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Heaven Help Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new one has been running through my mind lately.  I love Gretchen's new CD and her music really speaks to me.  Yeah, I know.  I'm a total redneck woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yj2HRAEMC8w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yj2HRAEMC8w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  In My Daughter's Eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martina McBride has several that have followed the diary of my life.  I only picked two.  LOL.  This one ripped my heart out and when I found a video with "Pretender" and Miss Parker, well.....here you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMQGc-N7Kfg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMQGc-N7Kfg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Anyway&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even listen to this one in the car.  It gets me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmTnnTitEjY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmTnnTitEjY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. That's The Way It Is&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my divorce, this song came out.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aS1BD36lrns"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aS1BD36lrns" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  It's Easier To Run&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park has also been a huge part of my diary of life.  It started with "Crawling" and has ended with a lifelong love of their music.  Something about them tunes into the positive and negative emotions of my experiences and puts them to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-n1PwaICVXw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-n1PwaICVXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  In Loving Memory&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song came out after my father died.  'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEwBZegmcXc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEwBZegmcXc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  All Of Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Evanescence has been a huge part of my music repertoire.  Several could have made the cut, but this one has always been one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K01qBW2ToGI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K01qBW2ToGI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Evidence Of Love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, I was struggling even more than I ever had before.  At the time, "Sacred Journey" came out by First Call.  The whole CD was awesome for me.  This one is one of the most inspirational from it.  They also did "Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing" remake and it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVcRiLgRkdE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVcRiLgRkdE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  Spread Love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also came out around that period of early twenties angst.  I've never forgotten the music that pulled me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfHohRpcjo0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfHohRpcjo0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  Everything Changes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staind has been a constant as well.  I loved their first hit "It's Been A While" and their B songs were awesome.  This one was new to me when I discovered it on MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/faewCXX1mvo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/faewCXX1mvo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Epiphany&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best Staind songs EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bobskjQwWI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bobskjQwWI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  Do What You Have To Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Mclachlin is one of my favorite artists.  I own most of her CD's and she ROCKS.  Best one?  "Fumbling With Ecstasy".  This one is one of my favorite songs by her.  And yeah, I own both the live CDs too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6Aum5mFYBE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6Aum5mFYBE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13  Full Of Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one used to make me cry every time.  I'm not sure why.  It's her voice, I think.  She taps into that angst that lives inside me.  I usually just make jokes to cover it.  This song brings it to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24P-76rfliY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24P-76rfliY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=12Jul2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8169396568722593292?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8169396568722593292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8169396568722593292' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8169396568722593292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8169396568722593292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/thirteen-songs-that-have-inspired-me.html' title='Thirteen Songs That Have Inspired me'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpUeQHroKAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/w7nBOi89EdY/s72-c/ttbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-470655727065175242</id><published>2007-07-11T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T06:08:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Love Got To Do WIth It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpQRrHroJ-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Irhe8Dngzhg/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpQRrHroJ-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Irhe8Dngzhg/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085709311702214626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpQRrXroJ_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-DEUJbXj36Y/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpQRrXroJ_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-DEUJbXj36Y/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085709315997181938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at &lt;a href="http://princessbanter.blogspot.com/"&gt;PRINCESS BANTER'S BLOG&lt;/a&gt; she was talking about divorce and it got me thinking about relationships in general.  Several of her commenter's seemed completely disillusioned about the idea of marriage.  Me, I love marriage.  But I'll tell you a secret.  It's one they don't tell you before you take the plunge and sign the license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is HARD EFFING WORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No duh, you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know that when I took my first plunge.  I believed that love would conquer all--his drinking, my obsessions, his lack of desire for children, my unreasonable demand to have them.  To be honest, I don't think there was a lack of love in my first marriage.  Even at the end, we had respect for each other, a gift given to me from Al-Anon.  I wanted to stick it out.  I prayed every day to find a way to let go of my desire for children and my resentment in our marriage.  Though my first husband and I had a good friendship, what we didn't have was a marriage.  I had my life, he had his.  They touched, but we lived like roommates rather than a married couple.  I had a big part in that sad lack as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally called it quits after seven years, I don't think he was too upset by it.  Sad, perhaps.  We both were.  Our divorce was amicable with no kids and very little assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it shook me to my core.  I wasn't who I thought I was.  I was a sticker, wasn't I?  I didn't give up when the going got tough, right?  But here I was--a quitter.  Or so I thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to understand that perseverance is about getting back up and trying again.  Not the frantic plunge into "Mr. Next" that satisfies the aching hole when a relationship ends, but a careful dive into the same water that might have been ice cold before.  I did that.  I got married again.  And my redneck will tell you that it was an arduous campaign.  Don't believe it.  He didn't have me at "Hello" but damn near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been hearts and flowers for the redneck and I.  We've had disability that scared us both to death.  We've had little babies 362 days apart which almost sent me out of my mind.  We've had my best friend and his brother date, move in together and break up painfully.  Through it all, we've fought, cried and hung in there.  And so far, it's been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. Day. At. A. Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I think marriage works.  We change, grow, expand, shrink, grow old, grow afraid or get courageous and confound our partners regularly.  THAT'S why it's work.  I don't mean marriage counseling (though it's great) or Oprah or self help books.  I mean the everyday trying to be respectful, open and receptive to the one person who will hopefully stand by us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also helps to have close friends to bitch to.  THAT can save a person a lot of blown gaskets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-470655727065175242?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/470655727065175242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=470655727065175242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/470655727065175242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/470655727065175242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='What&apos;s Love Got To Do WIth It?'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpQRrHroJ-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Irhe8Dngzhg/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-6968951783356396162</id><published>2007-07-10T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:19:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An American Attitude?  Or just human?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpODdnroJ9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/hvqfV4J0blE/s1600-h/517782_footprints_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpODdnroJ9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/hvqfV4J0blE/s320/517782_footprints_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085552949122836434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things about working at a nine to five job, taking care of the kids at night with the redneck out of town, and doing the financial scramble is that I do a lot of complaining.  As I went shopping last night--too tired and stressed to go to the discount store 15 miles away so I got hosed--and I marveled at my feeling of entitlement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, there is a part of me that believes "I deserve more" that is aggravated by frustration.  I see it in my kids and the redneck.  I see it in Michelle's son.  I don't always see it in myself.  Yet, cruising down the aisles, trying to keep the grocery bill down to a dull roar, I bought a book.  That's right.  Did I mention that we are financially strapped?  Books are a luxury.  Especially new books.  And the excuses I had were hilarious.  "I haven't had a cigarette for eleven days.  Technically, I've been saving us money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I notice that pop culture seems to encourage this.  Celebrity eye candy is huge and popular.  The "haves" show off their bling bling, their lifestyle and we eat it up.  I know that I am suitably appalled at the lavish spending habits of big names, but I am jealous.  They have accountants, maids, limo drivers etc.  Those are all my jobs.  They have nannys.  I have daycare.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, there is also the other direction to look toward.  I'm one of the lucky few who own my own home (for now) and even my bills reveal that I have much to be thankful for--high speed internet, cell phones, medical bills.  All of these things are miles out of reach for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this.  In times where everything seems so frustrating and wrong, I seek to be content with what I have.  The disease of "more" is always around me, my children, my friends and the redneck.  Sure, the last few months have been very disappointing.  Things I really wanted to do have not happened for me.  But I'm NOT four years old.  (I'm reminding myself of this.)  It's no great sacrifice to give up expensive trips, movie theaters or the latest CD by whoever.  Yet, my attitude is often difficult to adjust.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, though, the book was worth it.  Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-6968951783356396162?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6968951783356396162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=6968951783356396162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6968951783356396162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6968951783356396162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/american-attitude-or-just-human.html' title='An American Attitude?  Or just human?'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RpODdnroJ9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/hvqfV4J0blE/s72-c/517782_footprints_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1289841248677668038</id><published>2007-07-08T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:48:12.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Not Going To Nationals" Cyber Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Ro5CNnroJ7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/e578vsQkO-o/s1600-h/17685hobbesdance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Ro5CNnroJ7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/e578vsQkO-o/s320/17685hobbesdance.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084073831105570738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not going to Nationals? Don't worry...Romance Divas is doing the next best thing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance Divas announces the first annual "Not Going to Nationals Cyber Conference" from July 11-15, righton the forum. &lt;b&gt;Best of all, it's FREE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just register for Romance Divas--membership is free, you just need to sign up! www.romancedivas.com if you have trouble with registration email night.diva.maria (at) gmail (dot) com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be workshops, Q&amp;As, and giveaways each day. All you have to do is participate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11:&lt;br /&gt;Workshop: PC Cast and Kristin Cast (topic TBA)&lt;a href="http://www.pccast.net/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PCCast.net&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;amp;A: Erotic romance with Portia da Costa and Madelynne Ellis &lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PortiaDaCosta.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madelynne-ellis.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MadelynneEllis.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 12:&lt;br /&gt;Workshop: Book Signing 101: Tips to Help Make your Signing a Success by Jackie Kessler &lt;a href="http://www.jackiekessler.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JackieKessler.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;A: Legal Issues for Writers by Amanda Brice &lt;a href="http://www.amandabrice.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AmandaBrice.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 13:&lt;br /&gt;Workshop: What to Expect After You Sign the Contract by Marley Gibson &lt;a href="http://www.marleygibson.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MarleyGibson.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;amp;A: TBA (either with an agent from the Larsen-Pomada Agency or a panel on multi-cultural romance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 14:&lt;br /&gt;Workshop: Sasha White (topic TBA) http://www.sashawhite.net/&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;A: How To Write Both YA and Adult Romance by Berta Platas &lt;a href="http://www.bertaplatas.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BertaPlatas.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15:&lt;br /&gt;Workshop: Trim That Fatty Writing! by Rhonda Stapleton &lt;a href="http://www.rhondastapleton.net/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RhondaStapleton.net&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;amp;A: TBA (either with an agent from the Larsen-Pomada Agency or a panel on multi-cultural romance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have loads of great giveaways, including books, critiques, coaching, and more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-1289841248677668038?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1289841248677668038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=1289841248677668038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1289841248677668038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1289841248677668038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-going-to-nationals-cyber-conference.html' title='The &quot;Not Going To Nationals&quot; Cyber Conference'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Ro5CNnroJ7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/e578vsQkO-o/s72-c/17685hobbesdance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3639620919788128902</id><published>2007-07-06T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T07:41:30.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babe Is Having A Contest!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Ro5DTnroJ8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/i1YkSSAq50M/s1600-h/Bridesforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Ro5DTnroJ8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/i1YkSSAq50M/s320/Bridesforblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084075033696413634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING BLUE is now on sale !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/948398%20/"&gt;at Lulu&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperback book $11.74&lt;br /&gt;Download $4.69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something Old, Something New&lt;br /&gt;What’s a gal who’s been jilted at the altar to do? Feel sorry for herself? Or reach for her cake? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Something Borrowed&lt;br /&gt;Scott Delaney is a young woman’s dream. With everything to offer, he fears he’s incapable of falling in love. Leah Tillman has felt inferior to her lovely, accomplished sister all her life. As attendants to her sister’s wedding, this mismatched pair borrow something--God’s grace to seek happiness together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Something Blue&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Nathan awaits his version of Gideon’s fleece before asking his childhood love, Petra, to marry him. But a self-righteous businessman, savior of their village, asks her first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to celebrate Babe is running a contest!&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://babes-always-write.blogspot.com/"&gt;Babes Blog &lt;/a&gt;for details.&lt;br /&gt;Come enter the competition! Don’t you want to know what a bilby is??? Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3639620919788128902?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3639620919788128902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3639620919788128902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3639620919788128902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3639620919788128902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/babe-is-having-contest.html' title='Babe Is Having A Contest!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Ro5DTnroJ8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/i1YkSSAq50M/s72-c/Bridesforblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3166868213320668973</id><published>2007-07-05T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T05:22:51.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons I Wish I Was Going To The RWA Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RozUNnroJ6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/N0HJT30DTT8/s1600-h/ttbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RozUNnroJ6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/N0HJT30DTT8/s320/ttbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083671409849804706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Thursday Thirteen is brought to you by PG&amp;E, My Mortgage Company and Edge Wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons I Wish I Was Going To The Romance Writer's Of America Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Romance Divas Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Divas that hang out on the forum and go to conference meet up and get crazy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  The Romance Divas Cleavage Contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd win for size and volume, but I'd lose points for shape I think.  But it would be fun to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  A Week Long Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mommy, going on a trip is MUCH more fun when it doesn't involve the words "Mommy, I have to puke.  Can you pull over?"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, I'm shallow, but it would be a blast to stay in a top notch hotel for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Crystal Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I would have loved to hang out with this Diva there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  R.G. Alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't met R.G. yet and I'm dying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Eden Bradley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another Diva that I've talked to on the phone and emailed but haven't met yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Allison Brennen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Suspense author who is freakin' brilliant.  Not only would I have had the opportunity to hang with her (she's in my local RWA chapter) but she was also doing a workshop for those who don't plot.  *Le Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  Kate Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great author with a wicked sense of humor, a taste for strawberries and an obsession with tutus.  I'd have tracked her down there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  The Wild Rose Press, Cobblestone and Whiskey Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to connect faces with some of the names I know at my publishers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  Diana Carlile and Kate Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favorite editors who have helped me along the way.  Yeah, they're both going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  The Agents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to try my hand at the elevator cornering.  And begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  The Publishers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to put in "face time" with big publishers (like my dream publisher Berkeley) is HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm kind of depressed now. I'm hanging in there for next year.  San Francisco 2008.   *Breaks into "I will Survive"*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=05Jul2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3166868213320668973?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3166868213320668973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3166868213320668973' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3166868213320668973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3166868213320668973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/thirteen-reasons-i-wish-i-was-at-rwa.html' title='Thirteen Reasons I Wish I Was Going To The RWA Conference'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RozUNnroJ6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/N0HJT30DTT8/s72-c/ttbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3274829456318450786</id><published>2007-07-04T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:37:07.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth Of July To ALL!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2qZe8aB7plU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2qZe8aB7plU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3jwMfGACTY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3jwMfGACTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a story I'd like to share with you.  When I was in high school, I was a complete choir geek.  I loved it.  Our concert choir went to Europe for a competition and spent almost three weeks there.  Though I was privileged to see some of the most beautiful landscape and architecture in the world in Vienna, Austria, Switzerland, France and Germany, I missed my homeland.  I missed the culture, the tastes, the sounds of HOME.&lt;br /&gt;On our last night in Germany, in a small chapel, we performed "America, The Beautiful" for a German speaking audience.  I don't know what happened, but by the time we were finished, most of us hardened teenagers were in tears and the audience was too.  We were all longing for America, with all it's faults, insanity and frenetic energy.  We wanted to go home. &lt;br /&gt;That memory has never left me and when this day rolls around, I remember that feeling.  There are times I'm frustrated with the American lifestyle.  Yet, I don't want to live anywhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3274829456318450786?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3274829456318450786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3274829456318450786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3274829456318450786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3274829456318450786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-fourth-of-july-to-all.html' title='Happy Fourth Of July To ALL!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8679718429414235005</id><published>2007-07-03T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:07:10.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Rare Political Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RopC3XroJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/lZFdZSrhgjs/s1600-h/CA2VYB6D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RopC3XroJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/lZFdZSrhgjs/s320/CA2VYB6D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082948648458266514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of July 4th, America's Independence Day, I'm going to rant about a few things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is that we're NOT a democracy.  We're a republic.  Most just think that's splitting hairs, but I the founding fathers did not.  Hamilton and Jefferson faced off over this issue of popular vote vs. representative vote for years after our Declaration of Independence.  And if you think Hamilton was  a rich jerk who didn't want poor, common people having government, take a look at how easily we, as the public, are swayed by negative campaigning.  Oh, we say we don't like it, but we are influenced by it.  I'm no better, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hundred years ago, our country was banging the drums of expansion and superiority.  Not just the politicians, all of us.  Americans.  In this spirit of aggression, we went to war with the Philippines.  There were reasons and they made sense for the times, but our arrogance would leave a mark there for decades and distract us from the real threat.  Germany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This period of aggression was followed in our country by our usual post skirmish guilt and exhaustion.  By the time Germany's threat to Europe was clear, our attitude had slid into isolation.  We were bitter, angry at the losses we'd sustained in a war that became confusing.  Does this sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country is a great country.  We have some of the most generous, kind impulses as a whole that show in our collective efforts to help our fellow man.  But we are stuck in a pattern.  When we see, really see, a threat we go after it with zeal and strength.  However, if the results of our actions require lengthy commitment, we tend to recoil on ourselves and isolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Barbara Tuchman's "The Proud Tower" which documents the fifty years before World War I.  This pattern is set in the American psyche.  I wonder if that generation had the same violent reaction to the word "Philippines"  that our generation has to "Vietnam".  I am amazed at some of the statements that politicians were able to put out for public consumption back in those days.  There was no mealy mouthed excuses or politically correct speeches.  Our politicians back then were completely up front about their opinion.  They had the right to control Cuba or the Philippines because they were a superpower.  And for the most part the people agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that changed in this century is our method of withdrawal.  In the Philippines, we came to a stalemate.  No one really won and in the end, we obtained a fierce ally against Japan.  In Vietnam, we left.  Even in the first Iraq war, we stopped short due to public opinion, and many who supported us in that conflict, were murdered for being pro American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the Iraq war has it's detractors and supporters.  I don't care.  Whether we're there for political reasons or truly heroic reasons isn't important to me anymore.  We're there.  And what we do there will be our history.  The politicians can talk all they want and pussy foot around because it's close to a big elections but I only want one thing.  I want our troops to look back and say they were proud to be there.  I want them to have the same pride in their work that our men from World War I and II had.  I never want them to say the things my father said about Korea.  The bitter taste of a job left undone doesn't fade in our soldiers.  They deserve a competent government and a population that won't spit on them when they come home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not for any politician that's come out of the woodwork yet.  None of them have been the troops voice.  Withdrawal or stay the course, it's the men and women who do the work that need our vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Independence Day, I hope that the price they're paying, the horrible things they're seeing and all the time they're giving won't end up being reviled.  They are our representatives to other countries, our brightest and best.  I'm voting for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8679718429414235005?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8679718429414235005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8679718429414235005' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8679718429414235005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8679718429414235005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-rare-political-rant.html' title='A Very Rare Political Rant'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RopC3XroJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/lZFdZSrhgjs/s72-c/CA2VYB6D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4588270996789213668</id><published>2007-07-01T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:02:30.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM HOME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rohqs3roJ4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/rAtK94doE6Q/s1600-h/Glass+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rohqs3roJ4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/rAtK94doE6Q/s320/Glass+Beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082429498581329794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  Alright, how many obsessions am I supposed to be away from at one time?  This little jaunt to stay with my husband in our prison *ahem* I mean trailer in Fort Bragg coincided with my quit date for not smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Thursday, I stopped smoking with the help of a little pill that's supposed to reduce the cravings.  All and all, considering the confined space with my children, the cravings weren't too bad.  I was grumpy.  I've shocked you, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these little trips are so pointless really.  The redneck works until about 6pm and leaves at 6AM.  When he got to the trailer, he'd eat and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have to be away from my computer.  No big deal you say.  Um, probably not, but I felt like a junkie being deprived of some really good drugs.  Well, and the no nicotine thing didn't help that sensation either.  *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm home and I am RELIEVED.  It's a mess.  It's falling apart.  But it's my home.  My comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm off to the temporary secretary job and all it's weirdness.  The kids are off the Kiddie Camp and hopefully some fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4588270996789213668?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4588270996789213668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4588270996789213668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4588270996789213668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4588270996789213668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-home.html' title='I AM HOME!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rohqs3roJ4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/rAtK94doE6Q/s72-c/Glass+Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2632803930174288466</id><published>2007-06-28T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:40:18.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Again</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note.  I'll be gone until Sunday evening and working next week at my temp job.  I'll miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2632803930174288466?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2632803930174288466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2632803930174288466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2632803930174288466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2632803930174288466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/gone-again.html' title='Gone Again'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4361128222448648503</id><published>2007-06-28T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T06:41:52.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons To Get "Perfect"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE4wW4fAII/AAAAAAAAAWk/sr6-SNqZFE8/s1600-h/Perfect_wrp361_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE4wW4fAII/AAAAAAAAAWk/sr6-SNqZFE8/s320/Perfect_wrp361_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080404258077999234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE4qm4fAHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/SqtMhBRqppc/s1600-h/ttbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE4qm4fAHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/SqtMhBRqppc/s320/ttbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080404159293751410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my release date for my alter ego's release of "Perfect".  In a totally shameless bid for self promotion, I'm going to come up with thirteen reasons to go buy "Perfect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  There's a little something for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like a sweeter romance, there's some of that.  If you like the dirtier side of romance, there's that too.  It's got a bit of everything and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  It's three stories in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect" has three stories, all with different conflicts.  There's the couple who gets set up in "Perfectly Matched".  There's the couple that won't talk to each other in "Perfectly Flawed" and the couple struggling to hang onto that spark in "Perfectly Naughty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  It's set in a beautiful place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect" is set in a place close to my family's heart.  Instead of the usual urban back drop, it's set in the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  It's inspired by the outdoors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand wrote these stories when my family and I were spending ten days camping in our favorite spot.  I wanted to write a story that used a unique setting rather than the usual city dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  The heroines are no fragile flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of them are kick ass women with strong personalities.  They've all learned to take care of themselves, but are still feminine enough to attract some alpha males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  The heroes are flawed but likeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most men are.  Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  It cost less than a trip to Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it will last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  It might save on batteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to explain this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  It's the perfect summertime read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because "Perfect" is set in the summer months, it's perfect for those warm days tanning in the sun with some ice tea at your elbow.  With lots of ice in case you get "hot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  "Perfect" despite it's name, is based in reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heroines are not pillars of strength and my heroes are not pictures of intelligence.  They're real people who screw up and make mistakes.  I like writing real people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  To Warm My Little Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright, you may not care to do this, but there's nothing like the thought "Wow, someone is actually READING my stuff" that warms my heart and gives me that "feel good" experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  To keep my dogs in dogfood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love dogs don't you?  Do I need to put pictures of my cute dogs so that you'll know who you're supporting.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  Finally, because I like a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I give you one, you give me one.  It's all good.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that shameless, or what?  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;You can find it &lt;a href="http://www.thewildrosepress.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=28Jun2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4361128222448648503?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4361128222448648503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4361128222448648503' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4361128222448648503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4361128222448648503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirteen-reasons-to-get-perfect.html' title='Thirteen Reasons To Get &quot;Perfect&quot;'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE4wW4fAII/AAAAAAAAAWk/sr6-SNqZFE8/s72-c/Perfect_wrp361_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3516760229027745403</id><published>2007-06-27T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T09:38:03.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday--Summertime Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE-1m4fAJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S7BvL7eVRTU/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE-1m4fAJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S7BvL7eVRTU/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080410945342079122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE-124fAKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ceNsw8BZeoY/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE-124fAKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ceNsw8BZeoY/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080410949637046434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is out.  You know what that means.  I switch from being the "Get-the-kids-ready-for-school-homework-monitor-get-to-bed-by-nine" mommy to "Cruise Director" mommy.&lt;br /&gt;"Entertain me!" seems to be the cry of the moment around here.  Oh, and the fighting.  Do cruise directors have to referee?  Just wondering.  The summer becomes one long whine fest for my children who insist I "never take them anywhere" or "let them do anything".  *heavy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;  Summertime also means that I write with "Spongebob" in the background (along with other mood killing cartoons) and try and "fit" the rest of my life around my now demanding family.  When the weather turns nice, my husband begins to want to "do" things.  Not only does he want to go camping, take trips and go fishing, clamming and so on, he also begins to notice our yard and house. &lt;br /&gt;      The conversation usually goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redneck:  "The grass is getting really tall."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I noticed that."&lt;br /&gt;Redneck:  "We should really cut it.  We really ought to clean out the car port and go to the dump.  It's starting to get pretty messy.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "We?"&lt;br /&gt;Redneck: "Well, honey, you know I would but I'm going to be working Saturdays now and......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how this goes?&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason I prefer the winter.  Popcorn, movies, hot chocolate, fires in the fireplace, Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;What does summer have for me?  Yard work, bright sun (yuck!) and allergies. &lt;br /&gt;Is it Fall yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3516760229027745403?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3516760229027745403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3516760229027745403' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3516760229027745403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3516760229027745403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/whiskey-wednesday-summertime-rant.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday--Summertime Rant'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RoE-1m4fAJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/S7BvL7eVRTU/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-7240833190702193315</id><published>2007-06-24T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:40:30.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trio of The Awesome Divas</title><content type='html'>Sweet romance is not something I'm very good at, much to the disappointment of my mother.  There are authors that can create tension between two people without beating a reader over the head with it.  The following three authors have earned my undying respect with their talent to make me laugh, cry and WANT their characters to succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vr514Ba2uME/Rng2PwEZIzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xxAfbv8w5W4/s1600-h/UnwrittenRomance_wrp329_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077868224089498418" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vr514Ba2uME/Rng2PwEZIzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xxAfbv8w5W4/s200/UnwrittenRomance_wrp329_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unwritten Romance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://secured.thewildrosepress.com/catalog/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=467"&gt;$1.50&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNWRITTEN ROMANCE by Jenna Bayley-Burke&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart Rosette&lt;br /&gt;from The Wild Rose Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a second chance at life, Mindy Thomas swallows her fear and decides to tell her boss how she feels about him. Except Jared Salazar misunderstands, thinking she's after a promotion. Mindy uses the interview to ensure Jared understands she wants him, not the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rn7V7Ps9GzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pn5kEOoKTh0/s1600-h/Bridesforblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rn7V7Ps9GzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pn5kEOoKTh0/s320/Bridesforblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079732643524582194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Nathan Saunders awaits his version of Gideon’s fleece before asking his lifelong love, Petra, to marry him. But the legalistic and wealthy savior of their fishing village, John Peters, asks her first! Now Nathan battles between needs of his heart and those of his parishioners to keep John and his cannery in town. It’ll take a miracle in the form of an ugly town fountain, an irate Irishman, and some homicidal high heels to show that power and wealth are no match for true love. And to prove God really does work in mysterious ways. Paperback $11.74 Download $4.69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love's Blessings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.mgbraden.com/"&gt;M.G. Braden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; - Now available from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.bygracepublishing.com/"&gt;By Grace Publishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mgbraden.com/images/LovesBlessingsCover_150.jpg" alt="Love's Blessings Cover" align="left" border="0" height="225" width="150" /&gt;Janelle Trent has been desperately trying to have a baby. Can she surrender to God when the treatments don't work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kevin Trent loves his wife, baby or not. Can he show his wife that they already are a family? Or, will he walk away, taking with him all their hopes and dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can two people in love move past heartache to find each other, and possibly a miracle, again? Sometimes we search so hard but are unable to see that we already have Love's Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Given 4.5 Hearts from The Romance Studio - you can buy &lt;i&gt;Love's Blessings&lt;/i&gt; today from &lt;a href="http://www.bygracepublishing.com/"&gt;By Grace Publishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-7240833190702193315?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7240833190702193315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=7240833190702193315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7240833190702193315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7240833190702193315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/trio-of-awesome-divas.html' title='A Trio of The Awesome Divas'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vr514Ba2uME/Rng2PwEZIzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xxAfbv8w5W4/s72-c/UnwrittenRomance_wrp329_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-815933827663950903</id><published>2007-06-23T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T06:04:26.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Definitely Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rn0YMvs9GwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QAlzNb19b_k/s1600-h/16_13_53_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rn0YMvs9GwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QAlzNb19b_k/s320/16_13_53_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079242561986304770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several things that usually happen during the summer for our family.  Joe starts working extra hours, the kids drive me into screaming insanity and we play catch up on the bills.  Since Joe is working out of town, the kids and I pack up and go to him.  In a 25ft. trailer.  With two small children.&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So, last week was the first in a long line of road tripping that will be on its way this summer.  I love the redneck so I'm willing to drive three hours over winding roads with two boys who get carsick.  &lt;br /&gt;You know, my kids aren't going to be little for long.  While we were in Fort Bragg this time, we went to McKerricker Park and scrambled over rocks, studied sea shells and peered into tide pools.  We saw a baby seal, chipmunks and tons of birds.  They love doing stuff with me right now.  Soon, they'll be ditching me for the mall and the pizza parlor.  &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I need to get away from all of my distractions-the dogs, the computer, my housework--and realize that there are adventures out there for me and the boys.  Hopefully, they'll remember some of these times when I'm ready for the nursing home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-815933827663950903?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/815933827663950903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=815933827663950903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/815933827663950903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/815933827663950903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-definitely-summer.html' title='It&apos;s Definitely Summer'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rn0YMvs9GwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QAlzNb19b_k/s72-c/16_13_53_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2748094684020888804</id><published>2007-06-22T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:48:44.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaccccckk!  Did you miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnwmdPs9GvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KdbUhhmlLXY/s1600-h/Dark-Side-Cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnwmdPs9GvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KdbUhhmlLXY/s320/Dark-Side-Cookies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078976763640224498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from the boonies and glad to be home.  I'm over at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FallenAngelReviewChatters/"&gt;Fallen Angel Review&lt;/a&gt; for an all day chat with &lt;a href="http://www.thenoveltygirls.com/"&gt;The Novelty Girls&lt;/a&gt;.  The usual mayhem will ensue.  Come join us.  We'll be there until 8 P.M. Pacific Standard Time.  They'll be excerpts from my upcoming releases and the craziness that is The Novelty Girls.  &lt;br /&gt;Did you miss me?  Didya?  Didya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2748094684020888804?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2748094684020888804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2748094684020888804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2748094684020888804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2748094684020888804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-baaaaaaccccckk-did-you-miss-me.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaccccckk!  Did you miss me?'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnwmdPs9GvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KdbUhhmlLXY/s72-c/Dark-Side-Cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-320330512079863987</id><published>2007-06-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:23:25.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons I NEED A Cell Phone</title><content type='html'>This is a post from the road.  I'm in Fort Bragg California in an internet cafe, hoping I'll have time to post this before my children dismantle the place.  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't pass on my Thursday Thirteen though.  So, here's thirteen reasons I need a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Pay Bills&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on the road, the bill still need to get paid.  Thank goodness most of them will let me pay by phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://crystaljordan.com"&gt;Crystal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have no internet access, Crystal is my saving grace.  She posts for me, checks email and so on.  SHE ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3.  Three way calling&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, I talk to my writer friend Dayna every day.  Without a cell phone, there would be no way to talk to her.  But Crystal again saves the day by three way calling.  Dayna can't call my cell phone (and vice versa) so a cell phone is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4.  Anyone can reach me anytime.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, provided my battery doesn't die or I remember the darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5.  No Telemarketers&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this.  I don't get those weird calls at 8:45pm that want to sell me a mortgage or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6.  Caller I.D.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do before this?  How else can one avoid telemarketers or "others" (I'm not saying a word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7.  The redneck and I talk free.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we have the same plan, we can talk every night when he's out of town and it doesn't cost us a thing.  Well, except the cell phone bill every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8.  Michelle&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend keeps me sane everyday all the time.  Oh, and SHE'S got the same plan too.  It's all free.  Good thing, since we talk two or three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9.  I can make calls when I forget something.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this ever happened to you?  You fly out the door and then whammo!  You  remember that you needed to call the kid's school, or that friend, or that business.  My cell phone means that memory loss is more tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10.  Phone numbers&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, I forget to bring along my address book that has my important phone numbers in it (like this week.  grrrrr).  With a cell phone, I have the numbers built right in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11.  Information&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often find myself desperately searching for a park to take the kids to or (like this week) a place that has a computer and internet access.  With my phone, I get to call and find it.  411 baby.  It's extra but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12.  When in the Boonies, I don't feel cut off&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched with trepidation, my battery began to die.  I felt as if I was watching my lifeline to the rest of the world fading away.  Ah, the drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;13.  I don't read Stephen King&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't believe that cell phone use will make me crazy.  Don't worry.  I haven't read the book, just in case.  Michelle of course gave me a blow by blow.  We've decided that it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=21Jun2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-320330512079863987?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/320330512079863987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=320330512079863987' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/320330512079863987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/320330512079863987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirteen-reasons-i-need-cell-phone.html' title='Thirteen Reasons I NEED A Cell Phone'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-6688773892926469051</id><published>2007-06-19T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:56:09.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space Music of My Life...</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Crystal Jordan posting for Jen while her redneck has dragged her off into the wilderness to have his dirty, wild way with her. Hey, I don't ask questions. A girl's gotta do and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed to post while her naughty self was getting jiggy with his naughty self...so I decided to post about MySpace Music. Why? Because it's what Jen and I were chatting about when she gave me the keys to her blog. *mwah ha ha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through a list of her faves and mine that we either discovered, rediscovered, or listen to obsessively on MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my rediscovery, I have &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jillknight"&gt;Jill Knight&lt;/a&gt;, who I heard live in San Francisco about five years ago. She rocks. Her smooth voice was freaking hypnotic at the time. Best. Day. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been listening obsessively to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/leannrimes"&gt;Leann Rimes&lt;/a&gt;' new song Nothin' Better to Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jen, she found &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jonheintzmusic%20%20"&gt;Jon Heintz&lt;/a&gt; on MySpace after she heard him on her fave show, The Deadliest Catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her obsessive listen is &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/evanescence"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you guys listen to on MySpace? Any good ones that you can't resist? Any dirty little secret faves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://crystaljordan.com/blog"&gt;Crystal Jordan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-6688773892926469051?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6688773892926469051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=6688773892926469051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6688773892926469051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6688773892926469051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-space-music-of-my-life.html' title='My Space Music of My Life...'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-6392567450022480565</id><published>2007-06-17T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:37:28.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnUx7fs9GuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sq96SjYD2NU/s1600-h/flying+kites+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnUx7fs9GuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sq96SjYD2NU/s320/flying+kites+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077019053122198242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOTE:  (Added June 18th)  I'll be out of town Monday and Tuesday, but home in time for Whiskey Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know a little about the redneck I'm married to.  Some of you even know more than you EVER wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Father's Day and tomorrow is the redneck's birthday.  So today's post is about how he ended up becoming a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not THAT.  Jeez.  This is public domain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us had been married before.  In those marriages, we both wanted children but were married to partners who didn't want them.  For me, it was a torture I don't recommend.  It makes hanging out with pregnant women or holding little babies painful.  Not to mention working in the maternity section of the hospital.  Those nights were the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seven years, my first husband and I ended a marriage that was over long before we filed for divorce.  It was amicable but I was terrified.  I was thirty, NOT skinny and back in the world of weird ass dating.  But, being a serial monogamous, I found Mr. Next pretty quickly and settled in for the usual merry go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redneck found me in a relationship with another man and wondered why the world was so unfair.  We were friends first, discussing mundane topics and discovering similar interests and humor.  I thought he was just another pal.  Then, I got dumped.  Not hard, mind you.  Just enough to leave a bad taste in my mouth.  The redneck moved in very slowly.  His campaign was brilliant folks.  First, he didn't pounce on his opportunity.  He approached the whole thing slowly and carefully.  It took only three weeks for his campaign (which involved poetry, a trip to the river and a dozen roses for my birthday) to wear down my resistance to another relationship.  We were married five months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one month after our wedding, I was pregnant.  It was something we'd both wanted so desperately and had given up ever having.  Both of us were beginning to believe our time had passed, but here we were about to have our first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our first born popped into the world, it was one of the most amazing experiences that I've ever had in my life.  I remember that the redneck and I were watching music videos in the hospital that day and "Beautiful Day" by U2 made us both cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/omFdpnSu57U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omFdpnSu57U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song also became a theme song for that day.  "With Arms Wide Open" by Creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0VGAfmdqVU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0VGAfmdqVU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if the soundtrack of our lives changed drastically that day.  He became a father and I became a mother.  No matter what direction our lives took, that fact would never change.  It's a moment of discovery, wonder and awe.  And we shared it together.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-6392567450022480565?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6392567450022480565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=6392567450022480565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6392567450022480565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6392567450022480565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnUx7fs9GuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sq96SjYD2NU/s72-c/flying+kites+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-6226258342291911075</id><published>2007-06-15T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T07:37:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dark Garden" by Eden Bradley ROCKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnKhnvs9GsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Oc8zWYcGXdE/s1600-h/17685hobbesdance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnKhnvs9GsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Oc8zWYcGXdE/s320/17685hobbesdance.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076297434191960770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnKhn_s9GtI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xCB6vrSgeg8/s1600-h/TheDarkGarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnKhn_s9GtI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xCB6vrSgeg8/s320/TheDarkGarden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076297438486928082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowan is a Fem Dom and works her submissives with a gentle, but firm hand.  It has given her great satisfaction.  But Christian Thorne sees something in her that she's hiding.  Rowan has a submissive side.  When he dares her to test his theory, she accepts with reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;What Christian didn't anticipate was how beautiful and powerful Rowan's submission would be or how drawn to her he would be.  And Rowan has no idea the satisfaction that can be had by submitting completely to a talented Dominant.&lt;br /&gt;The odyssey that these two wonderful characters take to acceptance of their true selves is a heart wrenching experience for them and for me.&lt;br /&gt;What got me the most about this book is the sensual feel to all of the scenes.  The fact that Rowan's limits when they begin is "no sex" means that Ms. Bradley had to increase the tension until I thought I was going to scream with frustration.  But this tension made every moment of the book worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't surprised that Ms. Eden had amazing sex scenes, but the emotional turmoil in every touch, every look made this book tough to put down.  And I didn't until I reached the end.&lt;br /&gt;The secondary characters were also incredible and their story is filled with a completely different energy but the same emotional angst that gave their happy ending a lot of impact.&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0553589733/"&gt;BUY THIS BOOK&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a fabulous book with tender moments and a satisfying ending that had me sighing.  Which made my boss at work look at me funny, but I didn't care.  That's how good this book was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-6226258342291911075?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6226258342291911075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=6226258342291911075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6226258342291911075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6226258342291911075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/dark-garden-by-eden-bradley-rocks.html' title='&quot;Dark Garden&quot; by Eden Bradley ROCKS'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RnKhnvs9GsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Oc8zWYcGXdE/s72-c/17685hobbesdance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8815863802113030568</id><published>2007-06-14T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T05:04:18.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen T.V. Shows I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rm9da_s9GrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/l8rSjlhF-30/s1600-h/ttbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rm9da_s9GrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/l8rSjlhF-30/s320/ttbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075378023427807922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a list of T.V.  shows that I love.  Some of them are sadly no more.  Some, I never get to watch.&lt;br /&gt;These are shows that I have been obsessed about and there's MORE than thirteen.  I did try and whittle it down, but the videos are so good.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.V. Shows I Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Pretender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwo4oMjrmzw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwo4oMjrmzw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Dark Angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMSeIfAagko"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMSeIfAagko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Alias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y57ZvYFqf-Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y57ZvYFqf-Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. La Femme Nikita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8OwOB4Ouyg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8OwOB4Ouyg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Silk Stalkings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uj4DH7Gbhvc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uj4DH7Gbhvc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Dark Skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LeQbOLYYdE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LeQbOLYYdE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Profiler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ksdn4zlaJn8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ksdn4zlaJn8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Dead Zone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jx5uxUbs2Yo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jx5uxUbs2Yo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Medium &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yum4b51kvrg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yum4b51kvrg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Animaniacs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KA0TS9l_nJE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KA0TS9l_nJE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Mythbusters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3W2T18GDm4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3W2T18GDm4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  America's Funniest Home Videos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDEK74pMQZE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JDEK74pMQZE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Deadliest Catch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Hy2fmQNKiE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Hy2fmQNKiE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. VR5  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fXK8LYrF2k"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fXK8LYrF2k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot Mr. Linky.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=14Jun2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=14Jun2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8815863802113030568?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8815863802113030568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8815863802113030568' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8815863802113030568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8815863802113030568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirteen-tv-shows-i-love.html' title='Thirteen T.V. Shows I Love'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rm9da_s9GrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/l8rSjlhF-30/s72-c/ttbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1986744824017685458</id><published>2007-06-13T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T04:22:51.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday--The Horror!  The Horror!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmw6Pvs9GoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/1rgi4TvNX84/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmw6Pvs9GoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/1rgi4TvNX84/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074494922317175426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmw6P_s9GpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/A2uF6AONOhk/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmw6P_s9GpI/AAAAAAAAAVE/A2uF6AONOhk/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074494926612142738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT understand the appeal of horror movies.  Let me explain why this has become a Whiskey rant.  On Sunday, my best friend and her new cowboy (hereafter known as "idiot") came over and spent some time with me.  The Idiot decided to hog the remote and watch a movie called "Rest Stop".  Yup, a horror movie complete with biting off fingers and crying, pathetic heroine.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;No protests relieved me of my torture.  I left the room, but he's deaf, so I could still hear the damn movie.  And I HATE horror movies.  I get nightmares.  The last one I watched (also due to idiot friends) was "Nightmare on Elm Street" which gave me sleepless nights for a month.  I don't like gore and violence.  I place "Seven" with Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman in this category as well.  Those movies burn the inside of my brain and mess with my head for long after the credits roll.  Some people love that shit.  NOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;I do not get the appeal of "Saw" and "Halloween" (no matter how cool Jamie Lee Curtis is) and yet, my best friend is always trying to get me to read Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;Um no.&lt;br /&gt;Why, in a world that presents us with graphic pictures of Columbine, The World Trade Center and real time pictures of war carnage do we have to have movies depicting dismemberment and blood spatter?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like the movie trailers for this shit.  I've probably missed all kinds of "great" movies because I don't like to pee my pants in the movie theater unless I'm laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://long-relief.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lefty&lt;/a&gt;, you can chalk this up to another one of those "unique" things that set me apart.   So, this summer, you can count on me to avoid more of the blockbusters featuring chain saws, wicked claws and evil ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;Rant over.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:  No Idiots were harmed in this post, though he is VERY offended that I refer to him as "The Idiot".  He's so "sensitive".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-1986744824017685458?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1986744824017685458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=1986744824017685458' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1986744824017685458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1986744824017685458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/whiskey-wednesday-horror-horror.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday--The Horror!  The Horror!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmw6Pvs9GoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/1rgi4TvNX84/s72-c/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-935755267125655356</id><published>2007-06-12T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:11:16.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Blog For Men's Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmw3oPs9GnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QpPZuCttE_g/s1600-h/Bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmw3oPs9GnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QpPZuCttE_g/s320/Bitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074492044689087090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of you may have seen this already, but for those of you that might not, this is VERY important information.  Well, women know it and will laugh their asses off.  You men may want to take notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine Words Women Use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fine: &lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Five Minutes: &lt;br /&gt;If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.  Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Nothing:&lt;br /&gt; This is the calm before the storm.  This means something, and you should be on your toes.  Arguments that begin with "Nothing" usually end in "Fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Go Ahead: &lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not permission.  Don't do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Loud sigh: &lt;br /&gt;This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing (refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  That's Okay: &lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man.  "That's okay" means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Thanks:&lt;br /&gt; A woman is thanking you.  Do not question, or faint.  Just say "You're welcome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Whatever: &lt;br /&gt;Is a woman's way of saying *#@&amp;*$  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Don't worry about it, I got it:&lt;br /&gt; Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself.  This will later result in a man asking "What's wrong?".  For the woman's response, refer to #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.  These are sooooooo true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-935755267125655356?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/935755267125655356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=935755267125655356' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/935755267125655356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/935755267125655356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-blog-for-mens-information.html' title='A Little Blog For Men&apos;s Information'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmw3oPs9GnI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QpPZuCttE_g/s72-c/Bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3981407914415012191</id><published>2007-06-11T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T07:10:29.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Mostly Fight Fair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoufightfairquiz/fight-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fight, you tend to remember your end goal of resolving conflict.&lt;br /&gt;However, you can get a little too wrapped up in your own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that there are two sides to every argument.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you think you're totally right, you should take more time to hear your partner out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoufightfairquiz/"&gt;Do You Fight Fair?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was punctuated by one of the side effects of working out of town.  The fear that one's partner isn't satisfied or feels neglected.  When this happens for the Redneck and I, it often gets a little heated.  The great thing is we don't stay mad long and the make up sex is awesome.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;How do YOU fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3981407914415012191?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3981407914415012191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3981407914415012191' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3981407914415012191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3981407914415012191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-quiz.html' title='A Little Quiz'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2526435256590185058</id><published>2007-06-10T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:01:12.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Little Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmwCC_s9GjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ahP7ya9o_h8/s1600-h/517782_footprints_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmwCC_s9GjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ahP7ya9o_h8/s320/517782_footprints_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074433130622687794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over at a blog I visit that has become one of my new favorites,&lt;a href="http://princessbanter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Princess Banter&lt;/a&gt;  has a post about money.  She got me thinking (which is why I love her blog) about the things my family does because we don't have a lot of extra cash. &lt;br /&gt;Let's face it.  If I could afford to whisk my children off to Disneyland, I would do it because I love to see their faces light up and shine when they do something really big and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, some of the happiest I've ever seen them is when we've packed a bunch of coolers, sleeping bags and our tent and headed off to Shanty Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmwCDvs9GkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/0x_3x2XElGw/s1600-h/Dell+at+George%27s+Folly+Camp+06.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmwCDvs9GkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/0x_3x2XElGw/s320/Dell+at+George%27s+Folly+Camp+06.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074433143507589698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmwCEvs9GlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/b5docWiRXZM/s1600-h/Dirt+faced+okie+kids+camping+July+06.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmwCEvs9GlI/AAAAAAAAAUk/b5docWiRXZM/s320/Dirt+faced+okie+kids+camping+July+06.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074433160687458898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmwCE_s9GmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0gMXwNb-TnI/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmwCE_s9GmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/0gMXwNb-TnI/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074433164982426210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can I resist those two little faces as they get excited that they're going to Shanty Creek.  It's like their Valhalla, their heaven. &lt;br /&gt;So, it reminded me today that it isn't the trips to Disneyland or a cruise or some elaborate vacation that will stick with them.  It's the times they went fishing with Daddy.  And the times they went for walks with Mama.  They'll remember the TIME, not the money, I spent with them.&lt;br /&gt;So, do I wish I had a million dollars?  Hell no.  I wish I had more time, more energy, more patience to love the people in my life.  But maybe time is just like money.  The more we have, the less grateful for it we are.  I'll put it in God's hands......and go hug my kids.&lt;br /&gt;What little things mean the world to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2526435256590185058?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2526435256590185058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2526435256590185058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2526435256590185058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2526435256590185058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s The Little Things.'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmwCC_s9GjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ahP7ya9o_h8/s72-c/517782_footprints_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-7227740213432977098</id><published>2007-06-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:15:44.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Spice and Pen</title><content type='html'>So today, I have releases  in the  writing world that I'm very excited about.  First, Portia Da Costa is releasing another in her  series.  Ms. Da Costa is an awesome writer  and right now this book is only available in the UK.  But don't despair.  We'll see it states side in August.  Meanwhile, here's the teaser to keep you in anticipation (of the best kind) until then.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RmfH7TEJfEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sme9kgk9fKo/s1600-h/suite17_wrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RmfH7TEJfEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sme9kgk9fKo/s400/suite17_wrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073243326800034882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Available from June 07 [UK] &amp; August 07 [US]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="booktitle"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:Red;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;SUITE SEVENTEEN - Portia Da Costa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;Acting purely on instinct, I coil my arms around him. I can't believe this is happening and I can't believe what I'm doing. This new, different, impatient me takes the initiative and presses her tongue against his lips, demanding entrance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He laughs, the sound deep and rough in his chest, and he admits me. Then a second later, it's like he throws a switch and he takes total control. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When vibrant, forty-something widow Annie Conroy espies her new neighbours Maria Lewis and Robert Stone having kinky sex in their back garden, she decides it’s time that she too woke up and smelt the erotic roses. And where better to begin her daring adventures than the luxurious Waverley Grange Country Hotel, and its hidden den of iniquity, the chintz-clad but wickedly pervy Suite Seventeen? Under the stern but playful eye of exotic master Valentino, Annie quickly discovers the shocking hidden depths of her own sensuality, and surrenders herself body and soul to his outrageous games of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when the Waverley’s entire future hangs in the balance, and Annie has the means to help save it, dare she gamble on going one step further… and giving her heart to the mysterious man who’s come to control her?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;'I am grinning from ear to ear having savoured every last dripping word... '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ann, poet and blogger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ISBN 0352341092&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Published by Black Lace in June 2007 [UK] and August 2007 [US]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portiadacosta.com/suite17.html" title="visit PortiaDaCosta.com and read an excerpt of Suite Seventeen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read an excerpt at PortiaDaCosta.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [NB. excerpt is NC 17 and suitable for adults only]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suite Seventeen&lt;/i&gt; is available from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/0352341092?tag=wendywootton&amp;link_code=as2&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0352341092&amp;creative=374929&amp;amp;camp=211189"&gt;Amazon.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ISBN=0352341092/wendywootton0e"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; --------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portia Says: Available now for UK Readers... enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next, today is the day that my third book in the &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/byseries.htm"&gt;Divine Intervention Series.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmiuwPs9GiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/G7tiDjpdq10/s1600-h/TriplePlay_300x454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmiuwPs9GiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/G7tiDjpdq10/s320/TriplePlay_300x454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073497124104903202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/index.htm"&gt;Triple Play&lt;/a&gt; is out today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Laskey hasn't given up on love, she hasn't believed in it for years. A horrible experience in her past keeps her distant and bitter. Her soul mate, Christopher Jeffers is coaching her daughter on his high school baseball team reluctantly. On opposing sides of several issues, it seems a hopeless assignment. Can Thomas, with the help of other Guardian Angels, bring these two stubborn people together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the continuing story of Thomas, the recovering alcoholic guardian angel, who is faced with cleaning up some of the wreckage of his past.  Come and see Thomas struggle to get these two to wake up and smell the coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-7227740213432977098?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7227740213432977098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=7227740213432977098' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7227740213432977098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7227740213432977098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-spice-and-pen.html' title='Of Spice and Pen'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cu9mRfV0mJ8/RmfH7TEJfEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sme9kgk9fKo/s72-c/suite17_wrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-7172575283248731489</id><published>2007-06-06T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:51:34.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons A Man Is Nice To Have Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmdanvs9GhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/zTosMnQI04A/s1600-h/TTTrees.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmdanvs9GhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/zTosMnQI04A/s320/TTTrees.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073123144122571282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know that the redneck works out of town.  So at 4am Monday mornings, I hand him coffee and give him a kiss as he heads out the door to work in Fort Bragg about three hours away.&lt;br /&gt;For five days I'm a mommy with a phone hubby.  For the whole week, if there's anything "manly" to be done, I have to do it.  Note the lack of lawn mowing in previous posts.  So, in honor of my poor redneck, who works his badonkeydonk off to provide us with food and shelter, here's the things I miss about having a man around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons A Man Is Nice To Have Around The House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Garbage.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The one thing I really miss about having a man around is someone to empty the garbage.  I hate taking out the garbage.  I had a nineteen year old that I forced, I mean asked, to do it, but he's got a girlfriend now so he's emptying HER garbage.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  The Lightbulbs (falling tiles, broken door hinges, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being able to play the helpless female and turn to the big, strong man and say "I just don't know what to do.  Can't you wield your magic drill and fix it?"  *batting eyelashes*.  Somehow, my six year old doesn't buy this act.  He's still has the delusion that I can fix anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Getting Dead Things Out of The Freezer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for Dayna, since Writer Widow performs this service for her.  If something died in MY freezer, I'd have to go digging myself.  Ewwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Save Money On Batteries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not explaining this one.  Use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Those Three O'Clock In The Morning Noises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean.  Those creaks and thumps that don't SOUND like dogs, but might be some horrible person who will trap me and my kids and I'll have to defend them to my death and.......nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  The Yard Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned you this was coming.  Mowing the lawn, chopping the wood, trimming the hedges, using the weedeater.....these are all "manly" activities.  Not to mention that the redneck has absolutely refused to tell me where the chainsaw is.  LOL.  I can't imagine why he doesn't trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  The Barbecuing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is another one of those "manly" activities that I don't want to do.  And yet, I find myself preparing charcoal and scraping the grill.  *sigh*.  Good thing my family doesn't mind hockey puck burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Killing Spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for Toni Sue.  Mine actually relies on me to kill the spiders.  LOL.  Rats?  I think that's his job.  But I was the one who dealt with THAT problem too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  Going To The Grocery Store ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the redneck is home, I can run to the store.  When he works out of town, I have to "plan" those trips.  I hate that.  Especially when I run out of cigarettes.  THAT bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  Divided Attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are WAY focused on me when Daddy is out of town.  I soothe their fears, fill their bellies and listen to their woes.  When Daddy is there, there's TWO of us to take the onslaught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  The Lonely Factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, Michelle, was a single mom with three kids and I do NOT know how she did it.  It's so damn lonely.  I, at least, have a weekend hubby who calls me every night.  Everything fell on her shoulders--the bills, the homework, the calls from the school, everything.  Yet, her kids are AWESOME.  Of course, she's one of my heroes.  It's VERY lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  The Lack Of Target Factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to admit something that may get me kicked out of the estrogen brigade.  Once a month, I like having someone to bitch at.  Someone male.  Preferably, a grown male.  At that time, the redneck wears a large red bullseye on his back.  He must take the blame!  LOL.  It just isn't the same over the phone.  Not that I don't try, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  The Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad when Michelle was here and I could bounce ideas off her and have grown up conversations.  Now that Michelle has her cowboy and Justin found a woman, it's just me and my boys.  There are some things you just can't discuss with a six year old.  Again, the phone is just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, for those single moms out there, I bow to your awesomeness.  For those Dad's who have to be gone a lot, I bow to your perseverance.  It ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=06Jun2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=06Jun2007&amp;amp;meme=tt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-7172575283248731489?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7172575283248731489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=7172575283248731489' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7172575283248731489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7172575283248731489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/thirteen-reasons-man-is-nice-to-have.html' title='Thirteen Reasons A Man Is Nice To Have Around'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rmdanvs9GhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/zTosMnQI04A/s72-c/TTTrees.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1618065895209132885</id><published>2007-06-06T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T06:20:12.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday --When Characters Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmarlPs9GgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BCkL6lluq1s/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmarlPs9GgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BCkL6lluq1s/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072930686638037506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmarfPs9GfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/YJxshWzfnjY/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmarfPs9GfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/YJxshWzfnjY/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072930583558822386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're a reader, then you know that a great book has memorable characters.  Captain Ahab, Jennifer Crusie's Minerva in "Bet Me", Mark Twain's Huck Finn, Jane Austen's Elisabeth Bennet, and Dorothy L. Sayer's Peter Whimsey were all crafted and honed to give us a window into their world. &lt;br /&gt; But I think about how they all tortured their creators.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, poor Jane Austen just wants to write a novel that will sell to the uptight society she lives in.  But she has Elisabeth Bennet nattering in her head about Darcy and won't leave her alone.  And Elisabeth is kind of a snarky bitch!  Can you imagine?  There had to be moments as Jane was writing "Pride and Prejudice" that she wanted to strangle the entire Bennet clan.  Of course, now this is a classic. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Agatha Christie ever beat her head against the keyboard because Miss Marple decided to take a holiday to India for no damn reason?  Did Frank Herbert ever look at his wife, Beverly and say "That damn Paul Atredies.  Maybe I'll just let the Harkonnens kill him." &lt;br /&gt;One of my writer friends has IRON control over her characters.  I, however, do not.  Therefore, it is not surprising to find myself in the middle of a story and my characters start killing each other, sleeping with each other when they're not supposed to and running around from point A to point B without much happening.  The little buggers.&lt;br /&gt;So I raise my glass to characters, written and unwritten.  I NEED alcohol to deal with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-1618065895209132885?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1618065895209132885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=1618065895209132885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1618065895209132885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1618065895209132885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/whiskey-wednesday-when-characters.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday --When Characters Collide'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmarlPs9GgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BCkL6lluq1s/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8415883588708762227</id><published>2007-06-04T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:43:58.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yard Work" are TWO four letter words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmQjBTTTjQI/AAAAAAAAATs/wxRloksm83E/s1600-h/10432i_deserve_this.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmQjBTTTjQI/AAAAAAAAATs/wxRloksm83E/s320/10432i_deserve_this.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072217585594109186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I married the redneck, I was pretty clear about a few things.  Most of you know that marriage is about negotiation and boundaries.  What's interesting is how things change over time. &lt;br /&gt;I told him that I have a black thumb.  That particular aspect of my character hasn't changed.  I still have the dead flowers to prove it. Not that I haven't tried.  I even bought to half wine barrels and transferred some flowers to them in the vain hope that somehow I'd become the gardener my mother always hoped I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;No such luck.&lt;br /&gt;Those flowers are dead, deceased, ceased to exist.  And they're a blight in a very cute front yard.  But no one told me (and I didn't think to ask) that wine barrels need to have holes drilled in them.  Yes, I killed those flowers by drowning. &lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll be held to account for all the poor plants I've murdered.&lt;br /&gt;For a week now, I've been vainly hoping "someone else" (translation--ANYONE ELSE) will mow my front yard.  The grass is now knee length and my lovely neighbors (heavy sarcasm) have been looking askance at me for the mess that is now my yard.  *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;So, today, in a mood of activity, I planned on mowing the damn yard.  Despite my allergies.  Despite my black thumb.&lt;br /&gt;But it's raining. &lt;br /&gt;Of course it is.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess my front yard will continue to be overgrown and ugly.  It does match the dead boat and the dismantled car in the driveway, though.&lt;br /&gt;We definitely portray the redneck lifestyle....complete with Christmas lights on the front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirty-eight people.  Some things are NEVER going to change.   I'm not going to become "crafty" or grow a green thumb (which would look a little weird anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Judge me or love me, but that's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, is there anything you've tried to do (or become) that just hasn't happened?  Let me know I'm not alone here, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8415883588708762227?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8415883588708762227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8415883588708762227' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8415883588708762227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8415883588708762227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/yard-work-are-two-four-letter-words.html' title='&quot;Yard Work&quot; are TWO four letter words'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmQjBTTTjQI/AAAAAAAAATs/wxRloksm83E/s72-c/10432i_deserve_this.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-6592669394189507652</id><published>2007-06-02T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T08:27:12.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and See What's Out!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmGIyTTTjNI/AAAAAAAAATU/O9DC8x3YCKI/s1600-h/InSmoke300X454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmGIyTTTjNI/AAAAAAAAATU/O9DC8x3YCKI/s320/InSmoke300X454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071485053151972562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crystaljordan.com/blog/"&gt;Crystal Jordan's&lt;/a&gt; "In Smoke" is finally out!  Yayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;When Lady Katryn’s ambassador father dies, she’s called back to her&lt;br /&gt;home world of Harena to join Lord Nadir’s harim. Raised among&lt;br /&gt;weretigers, she knows little about her own weredragon nature, but she&lt;br /&gt;fears she’ll never find love as one of many wives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lord Tarkesh, the man escorting her to the weredragon capital city,&lt;br /&gt;awakens a fiery passion in her that leaves them both forever changed.&lt;br /&gt;When she finds that a harim on Harena is not one man with many mates,&lt;br /&gt;but a three-way mating, and that Tarkesh is the other man in Nadir’s&lt;br /&gt;harim, she feels betrayed by a man she has come to love so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;More surprising is her reaction to the commanding Nadir. He is a man&lt;br /&gt;who demands her heart, and she’s uncertain how long she can deny&lt;br /&gt;either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not familiar with the series, Wereplanets is Crystal Jordan's brilliant world of shifters--polar bears, tigers and now, dragons.  She brilliant and her characters are wonderfully crafted. Kesik from "In Ice" is still my favorite so far, but Tarkish and Nadir are a very close second.&lt;br /&gt;Buy "In Smoke" &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/insmoke.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're there, check out &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/inice.htm"&gt;In Ice&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/inheat.htm"&gt;In Heat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmGKnTTTjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/7C5c2nPKW28/s1600-h/InIce300X454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmGKnTTTjOI/AAAAAAAAATc/7C5c2nPKW28/s320/InIce300X454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071487063196667106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmGKnjTTjPI/AAAAAAAAATk/yxCh4i30iPs/s1600-h/InHeat300x454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmGKnjTTjPI/AAAAAAAAATk/yxCh4i30iPs/s320/InHeat300x454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071487067491634418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still not convinced?  Come to &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Chatting_with_Joyfully_Reviewed/"&gt;Joyfully Reviewed&lt;/a&gt; today and read excerpts from her new release.  She and the other members of &lt;a href="http://www.thenoveltygirls.com/"&gt;The Novelty Girls&lt;/a&gt; will be creating chaos and mayhem.  I'll be there with excerpt from Triple Play and Fires Of Passion.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-6592669394189507652?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6592669394189507652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=6592669394189507652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6592669394189507652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/6592669394189507652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/crystal-jordans-in-smoke-is-finally-out.html' title='Come and See What&apos;s Out!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmGIyTTTjNI/AAAAAAAAATU/O9DC8x3YCKI/s72-c/InSmoke300X454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1984072651478792717</id><published>2007-06-01T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T05:49:39.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Garden by Eden Bradley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmAVQzTTjKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/91qKheRHtJY/s1600-h/TheDarkGarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmAVQzTTjKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/91qKheRHtJY/s320/TheDarkGarden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071076558812449954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deliciously potent tale of one woman’s quest for self-discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowan Cassidy likes to be in charge—especially in her personal life. As a mistress at Club Privé, the most exclusive bondage/S &amp; M club on the West Coast, Rowan can live out her dominant fantasies safely, and with complete control—until the night Christian Thorne walks in. Self-confident and sophisticated, he’s a natural dominant if Rowan’s ever seen one. Yet she can’t stop thinking about him and imagining his touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian has returned home, hoping to break free from his dissatisfaction and malaise—and discovers the cure in Rowan. He’s dying to get his skilled hands on her and watch her surrender, to unlock the mystery of her that captivates him. Determined to be her master, he makes Rowan a daring proposition: give herself over to him for thirty days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowan finds Christian’s offer terrifying—and impossible to resist. But abandoning herself to Christian’s power might be more than she can handle…. Or it might be the realization of her true nature and the dark garden within her. There will be only one way to find out. And once the game has begun, there’s no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy it &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Garden-Eden-Bradley/dp/0553589733/ref=sr_1_1/102-8906072-7896914?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;qid=1180701953&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden Bradley rocks.  I've ordered this book and it will be here soon.  Horay for Eden!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-1984072651478792717?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1984072651478792717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=1984072651478792717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1984072651478792717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/1984072651478792717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/06/deliciously-potent-tale-of-one-womans.html' title='The Dark Garden by Eden Bradley'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RmAVQzTTjKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/91qKheRHtJY/s72-c/TheDarkGarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3112156840572532828</id><published>2007-05-30T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T05:25:49.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rl4JdDTTjII/AAAAAAAAASs/ALq_mNmZEZ0/s1600-h/ttbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rl4JdDTTjII/AAAAAAAAASs/ALq_mNmZEZ0/s320/ttbeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070500625172892802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons I Lurrrrrrve Dayna Hart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had something really clever planned, but I've decided to reveal the true reasons I'm a huge fangirl for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daynahart.com/blog/"&gt;DAYNA HART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Awesome CritiquePartner                                                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;If there's a comma in a bad place or a plot hole, she'll spot it.  She rocks.  And she doesn't blow smoke up my ass either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  I've Never Heard Her Say "Hon, You Shouldn't Feel That Way"        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not once.  She's never said that I shouldn't be insane, but she tells me that I am.  Ahhh a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3  Her Writing Is BRILLIANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There isn't anyone who writes like her.  She manages, with a minimum of words, to convey a mood, an expression.  I still remember reading &lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/coming/go-between"&gt;Go Between&lt;/a&gt; and being stunned.  Just stunned.  She's pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  She Listens to Me.  And Listens.  And Listens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of my stellar "plans" she's listened patiently to, but there's been a lot of them.  None of them have panned out, but I still have hope.  LOL. I don't know if she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  She Is Awake At 5am Pacific Standard Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of mornings, I'm awake early and my brain (spinning on coffee) will need a little refresher course in sanity.  Luckily, she's on Eastern Standard Time.  Makes those early morning moments of nuttiness a little more tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  Her Husband, Writer Widow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong.  He's not my type.  He's very tolerant of me, however, and puts up with me.  I lurrve him to as I said on May 25th.  He rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  She's Introduced Me To New Authors And Added To My TBR List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's ranted and raved about Guy Gabriel Kay, Raymond Feist and others that I've checked them out.  Her knowledge of quality fantasy writers has added to my pile of books I want to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  She's The Mommy I'd Love To Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's so awesome to her kids and somehow manages to give lovins even when it's tough.  I want to be her when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  She's The Prude/Perv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh the best of both worlds.  She is neither "A dirty girl" or "Shocked" by anything spewing from my mouth.  It's a talent.  Maybe it's the way she bats her eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  She Makes Me Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's little stories about WW or snark about stuff we like to bitch about, she's pretty damn funny and there are days I REALLY need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  She'll Pound Me If I Ever Quit Writing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, that frightens me.  She could kick my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  She's The Devil's Advocate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, I'm a tad unreasonable.  Quit laughing!!!!  She'll point out little tidbits of wisdom that make me see another side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  She Lurrrrves Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you knew me, you'd know how amazing that truly is.  LOL.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=30May2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=30May2007&amp;amp;meme=tt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3112156840572532828?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3112156840572532828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3112156840572532828' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3112156840572532828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3112156840572532828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/thirteen-reasons-i-lurrrrrrve-dayna.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rl4JdDTTjII/AAAAAAAAASs/ALq_mNmZEZ0/s72-c/ttbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3397668897210879067</id><published>2007-05-30T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T05:43:51.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whiskey Wednesday Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rl1r0jTTjFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/S4P1xiOw_m0/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rl1r0jTTjFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/S4P1xiOw_m0/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070327306062629970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rl1r0zTTjGI/AAAAAAAAASY/bQjYJ-r0VAc/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rl1r0zTTjGI/AAAAAAAAASY/bQjYJ-r0VAc/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070327310357597282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That bottle looks very good today.  I have so many mini rants that I decided to just roll them up into one long, annoying bitch fest.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have to go to the doctor, fix my husband's disability claim and run other errands of the mind numbing variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant number one involves doctors.  Is there a paper they sign when they get their degree that they have to be asshats?  Concrete is laid in their ears and ice is embedded in their fingertips.  I have had several different doctors in the last ten years due to insurance and location changes.  They all had one thing in common.  They all thought I was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;  When I was pregnant, I told the obstetrician that I was having a lot of pain.  She (that's right "she") basically said that was part of it and quit being a baby.  When they pulled a ten pound CYST three months after my son blasted his way past the monster, the doctor was shocked.  I wasn't.  I told her there was something wrong.  *rolls eyes*.  I'm finding myself increasingly unwilling to inform a doctor of my symptoms and TRUST that they'll address the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second rant is about the Disability Claims of the state of California.  When Joe was newly diagnosed with diabetes, there was a three week period where complications from the illness kept him off work.  Disability forms were sent.  The doctor signed the papers.  The money was paid........a month later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last month, Disability sends us a letter saying we owe them money because Joe was paid for a week he could work.  So, I call and they tell me to send a letter--yadayadayada.  I do all this and a month later I get ANOTHER letter stating they're going to attach his wages to pay it back and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on top of getting a speculem up close and personal today, I get to play detective and find out if Disability is on crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is the crown jewel of the two weeks from hell.  I'm ready for some kind of break--good news, something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait!  I do have some good news.  Go check out what Jessica Faust said about my query at &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/2007/05/query-critique-6.html"&gt;Bookends Literary Agency&lt;/a&gt;  I was sure I was going to get pasted.  Instead, she was very kind and extremely helpful.  A little good news helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3397668897210879067?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3397668897210879067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3397668897210879067' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3397668897210879067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3397668897210879067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/whiskey-wednesday-rant.html' title='A Whiskey Wednesday Rant'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rl1r0jTTjFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/S4P1xiOw_m0/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-458774295052451226</id><published>2007-05-29T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:24:56.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight!  Tonight!   It's Coming Tonight!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlwXazTTjCI/AAAAAAAAASE/nyGxg4GfXII/s1600-h/250px-Deadliest_catch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlwXazTTjCI/AAAAAAAAASE/nyGxg4GfXII/s320/250px-Deadliest_catch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069953029727554594" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of you know that I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/deadliestcatch/deadliestcatch.htmlhttp://"&gt;The Deadliest Catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  that comes on every Tuesday night on The Discovery Channel.  Tonight will be even better.&lt;br /&gt;What are they doing now, you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;After the next episode of Opilio fishing, there will be a new four part series called "After The Catch".&lt;br /&gt;AND Edgar Hansen will be doing a chat tonight at 10pm Eastern.  *Happy Sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;Need just a taste before tonight's buffet?  I got a copy of the following from one of the best blogs on the planet, &lt;a href="http://deadliestreports.wordpress.com/"&gt;DEADLIEST REPORTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/u2P2Dz93hgubIe1gE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/u2P2Dz93hgubIe1gE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1zmak_deadliest-catch-waves"&gt;Deadliest Catch - Waves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/DiscoveryNetworkTV"&gt;DiscoveryNetworkTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-458774295052451226?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/458774295052451226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=458774295052451226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/458774295052451226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/458774295052451226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/tonight-tonight-its-coming-tonight.html' title='Tonight!  Tonight!   It&apos;s Coming Tonight!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlwXazTTjCI/AAAAAAAAASE/nyGxg4GfXII/s72-c/250px-Deadliest_catch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2280832236710123195</id><published>2007-05-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T08:53:11.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlmlWTTTjBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6V8DBqgGh4w/s1600-h/CAPCYL5B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlmlWTTTjBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6V8DBqgGh4w/s320/CAPCYL5B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069264658139155474" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Memorial Day Weekend in the U.S.  We barbecue, camp, get together with family and watch NASCAR at Charlotte. &lt;br /&gt;Often, as I'm looking forward to the long weekend, the reason for the holiday doesn't occur to me.  Yet, I am the daughter of a Marine. (There's no such thing as an "ex-Marine").  I am the grand daughter of a Navy man who fought in WW II.  My uncle fought in Vietnam, my father fought in Korea and both my grandfathers fought in Germany and the Pacific.  I am from a long line of military tradition.  Memorial Day is for them.&lt;br /&gt;It's for the soldiers that stood on the front lines regardless of their politics or the politics back home.  It's for the soldiers who have done the mind-numbing work that no one remembers in places like Okinawa, Serbia, Saudi Arabia, South Korea and Guantanamo Bay.   It's to remember all the soldiers that DON'T make the news.  The ones that do their job and do it well.  It's the ones that head out innocent and come back broken.  My husband's cousin, whose experience in the Gulf War created so much anguish that he committed suicide in 1999.  My best friend's kids who all took their turn serving the country they love and not for the college money.  Jason, who served as a Marine.  Chiloh, who served in the army and almost went covert.  And Justin, who went into the Navy and then found out he had Muscular Dystrophy. &lt;br /&gt;It's to remember the ones who peeled the potatoes, heal the wounded, pass out the food and supplies in Thailand, stand at our borders as a target in more ways than one.  The grunt, the sailor, the infantry that is massed under the common term "The Troops". &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because I know people serving that have changed "The Troops" for me to mean something more, something special. &lt;br /&gt;What a burden it must be to represent "America" in all those places.  Some don't do it well.  Some go above and beyond.  For them, I wish them safety and security.  As I remember Joe's grandfather (who died last year) who parachuted into France, and my son's namesake, who is one of 50 men out of 2000 that survived a battle in Korea, and my father who carried shrapnel in his legs when his jeep was blown up and he was the only one who survived,  I am in awe of the sacrifice that continues when the war is over. &lt;br /&gt;That's what Memorial Day is to me.  Remembering the dead and the living, and being grateful that they were willing to step forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2280832236710123195?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2280832236710123195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2280832236710123195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2280832236710123195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2280832236710123195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-memorial-day-weekend-in-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlmlWTTTjBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6V8DBqgGh4w/s72-c/CAPCYL5B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2079997544088216452</id><published>2007-05-25T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T04:59:12.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Threatened, So Here It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlZETjTTjAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/53ipStlFRAA/s1600-h/Dayna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlZETjTTjAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/53ipStlFRAA/s320/Dayna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068313533336488962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your left is a picture of my partner in crime, my cp extrordinaire, my author salvation,&lt;a href="http://www.daynahart.com/blog/"&gt;Dayna Hart&lt;/a&gt;   Her hubby is awesome too and I threatened to blog about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes by many names.  Superhubby, brokenspooge and #@#@#@&amp;amp;$# when he's saying something snarky.  Online he's known as Writer's Widow.  He hangs out with all of us and holds his own.  When he showed up on &lt;a href="http://www.thenoveltygirls.com/2007/05/08/sticking-my-toe-in-the-water/"&gt;The Novelty Girls&lt;/a&gt; he cracked us all up.&lt;br /&gt;When I call Dayna (and I do it pretty often) he's even willing to talk to me for a little while when Dayna's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;It usually ends up like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW--Dayna's sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Me--Are you working?&lt;br /&gt;WW--Well, I'm watching Orange County Choppers and working.  But I'm willing to be distracted.  Dayna told me something about the Redneck is coming home and then he went fishing or something?&lt;br /&gt;Me--Yeah, he ditched me with the kids and took care of himself.  The bastid.&lt;br /&gt;WW--I'm surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Me--Why?&lt;br /&gt;WW--I figured you'd have that nagging wife thing down pat.&lt;br /&gt;Me--Really?  Nope.  In this house, he's the boss.&lt;br /&gt;WW--Now that really surprises me.  You really call him the boss?&lt;br /&gt;Me--Absolutely.  He's the captain of the ship--the CEO of the company.  Just ask him.&lt;br /&gt;WW--Do you wear a French Maid outfit while you're working for the company?&lt;br /&gt;Me--No!  That's your job.  By the way, are you getting a plane ticket and coming out to clean my house?&lt;br /&gt;WW--Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow after this the conversation degenerated and we started talking about things related to his nickname.  I'm not going any further lest Dayna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer's Widow is one of the best.  He puts up with the hour long brainstorming, the four way conference calls, the snarky bitches that are his wife's friends.  He even keeps me company when I just want to talk to Dayna but she's sleeping, or working or I don't know, trying to have a life.&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the best.  Dayna got lucky.  He even called her "hot" while he was on the phone with me.  He's a sweetie.  The great thing about WW is that he's willing to put up with me.  There ain't too many of those around.&lt;br /&gt;They broke the mold when they made him.  His theory about that is that the original didn't work too well, so they didn't make anymore.  I, however, think he's unique.&lt;br /&gt;I lurrrrve you brokenspooge.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and after a long hiatus,in which she was doing things like having a baby, working and writing two novels, &lt;a href="http://tracymontoya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy Montoya&lt;/a&gt; has returned with "Seven Rules of Engagement When Dealing With Cover Models".  &lt;br /&gt;I took notes.  &lt;br /&gt;Check them  out.  I've missed her and I'm so glad she's back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2079997544088216452?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2079997544088216452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2079997544088216452' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2079997544088216452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2079997544088216452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-threatened-so-here-it-is.html' title='I Threatened, So Here It Is'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlZETjTTjAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/53ipStlFRAA/s72-c/Dayna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3915398935811494197</id><published>2007-05-24T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:55:59.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Jobs I've Had</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlSttzTTi_I/AAAAAAAAARs/9op8UlcIHTc/s1600-h/lakepleasanttt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlSttzTTi_I/AAAAAAAAARs/9op8UlcIHTc/s320/lakepleasanttt.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067866483075550194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt; &lt;/code&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#c7e3f3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(199, 227, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Jobs I've Had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1…. First Job--Bus girl Lyon's restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true.  I started cleaning slats in the kitchen.  ewwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Next--Server at a steakhouse called "Bonanza".&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's really the name of the place.  They also have a place called "Po' Folks.  This is where I learned the joy of cheese sauce on broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Next--Waitress in a Greek Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you in on a secret that the entire Napa Valley already knows.  I SUCK as a waitress.  In a fancy restaurant?  I'm hopeless.  I couldn't open wine bottles without shoving the cork into the wine.  I HATED Greek food.  LOL.  Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  So I Moved On To--Coffee Shop Waitress at Cheri's.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wasn't any better at this.  The clientèle liked me until I screwed up their breakfast order......every morning.  I kid you not.  I SUCKED as a waitress.  Dumped Ice Tea on some poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Next--cashier at Giovannoni's Market.&lt;br /&gt;My sister got me this job and I was ringing up groceries, memorizing produce prices and smiling through gritted teeth at very rude customers.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  At The Same Time--I was "mop girl" at Healthquest gym.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me.  It's sooooo glamorous to be mopping up after the Napa Valley elite and their sweat.  Again, my sister got me this job.  I kind of feel sorry for my sister right now.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  At the Same Time--I was "Wash girl" at CalTest Wastewater Lab&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had three jobs at the same time.  And this job sounds worse than it was.  CalTest was where everyone sent their water to be tested for metals, ecoli and other stuff.  It was pretty interesting stuff.  My job was to acid clean the pipettes and glassware they used.  Acetone, Hydrochloric acid and so on.  It wasn't easy, but I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Next---Group Home Counselor.&lt;br /&gt;This one doesn't even make my resume because I was so bad at it.  Bad experience all around.  I'm just not cut out for that kind of work.  I have HUGE respect for those who can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Next--Home Health Aide.&lt;br /&gt;I took myself to school and became a Certified Nursing Assistant/Home Health Aide.  I worked in different client's homes and that wasn't so bad.  They all actually liked me and I didn't suck at it.  LOL.  Home care is wonderful for everyone.  It is a little harder to detach from patients and I had a tough time when they passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Next--Certified Nursing Assistant In Rehab.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of rehab you go to after hip surgery, not drug use.  LOL.  Hospital setting, kind of boring for me.  Same old same old.  So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I Transferred to--CNA on Medical/Surgical unit.&lt;br /&gt;THIS was more interesting.  Lots of different problems.  Major challenges.  It was exciting.  I started going to nursing school and that made it all fascinating.  (I got pneumonia second semester and had to drop out, divorced, remarried, kids, ladidadida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  By Choice....really--Mother.&lt;br /&gt;I was a stay at home mom.  That's what I put under "employment".  I did that for four years.  Joe was able to have me home and that was great.  Of course, this is a lifetime job for me, no matter where else I work.  Funny how easy that is to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  On Occasion--Secretary&lt;br /&gt;Technically, this was also part of my job in #12, but this one pays me.  LOL.  I work as a fill in secretary for the Union here.  It's interesting, but had I known what was involved, I might have said "no".  It's not easy to work two weeks, be off for THREE MONTHS and then do two weeks again.  Let's just say it's not as bad as waitressing, but I'm not stellar at it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also "author" but though it's WORK, it's not my "job".  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=23May2007&amp;amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=23May2007&amp;amp;meme=tt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  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Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3915398935811494197?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3915398935811494197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3915398935811494197' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3915398935811494197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3915398935811494197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/thirteen-jobs-ive-had.html' title='Thirteen Jobs I&apos;ve Had'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlSttzTTi_I/AAAAAAAAARs/9op8UlcIHTc/s72-c/lakepleasanttt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-9219245780431244581</id><published>2007-05-23T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T05:36:46.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday Release Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlM7JDTTi5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tkwdfb4ufMc/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlM7JDTTi5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tkwdfb4ufMc/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067459032413080466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlM7JTTTi6I/AAAAAAAAARE/3RyiNsavd8w/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlM7JTTTi6I/AAAAAAAAARE/3RyiNsavd8w/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067459036708047778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to another Whiskey Wednesday.  Instead of the usual rants and raves, I'm lifting a toast in celebration.  In the next few months, I've got books coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlM7JjTTi8I/AAAAAAAAARU/P134pHjkgWU/s1600-h/TriplePlay_150x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlM7JjTTi8I/AAAAAAAAARU/P134pHjkgWU/s320/TriplePlay_150x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067459041003015106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being released on June 8th, is "Triple Play" the third in the Divine Intervention Series.  See the blurb &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/comingsoon/nextmonth.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June will be a busy month for me.  So the celebratory whiskey will be flowing.  My erotic romance pen name also releases in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 4th, "Fires Of Passion" a romantic fantasy, will be released at &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/"&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/a&gt;. See the blurb &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/comingsoon/morecomingsoon.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlM9AzTTi9I/AAAAAAAAARc/bmJ8D5-vl_A/s320/firesofpasion150x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067461089702415314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have another release September 1st with &lt;a href="http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/"&gt;Whiskey Creek/Torrid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called "Heart Of The Storm".  This one will be in print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise a glass with me and wish me luck.  I'm going to busy letting everyone know about my books coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Chatting_with_Joyfully_Reviewed/"&gt;Joyfully Reviewed&lt;/a&gt; with my fellow crazy authors from &lt;a href="http://www.thenoveltygirls.com/"&gt;The Novelty Girls&lt;/a&gt; for more fun and mayhem on June 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tips a glass back*  SWEEEEEEEEET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-9219245780431244581?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9219245780431244581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=9219245780431244581' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/9219245780431244581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/9219245780431244581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/whiskey-wednesday-release-frenzy.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday Release Frenzy'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlM7JDTTi5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tkwdfb4ufMc/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2735300618675195583</id><published>2007-05-21T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T05:01:36.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Monday For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlBMjDTTi4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pns-a4UkY2U/s1600-h/510316_stairways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlBMjDTTi4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pns-a4UkY2U/s320/510316_stairways.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066633745857219458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the people I've associated with online have been just as real to me, important to me, as the people I've met in real life.  Maybe it's because I've been able to reach out at any time and someone will be there.  What started this maudlin train of thought is the impending loss of &lt;a href="http://misssnark.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Snark&lt;/a&gt; from the blogosphere.  I recognize how much her blog sucks away her time but I will miss her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not the only one that's calling is quits.  &lt;a href="http://blindwanderings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Everybody Can Just Bite My Ass&lt;/a&gt; also closed up.  One called "Dirty Laundry" also went private.  These were blogs that gave me a good laugh or two when I was down.  I'm not saying it's an epidemic or anything, but it does seem that keeping the old snark up is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so amazing that in only two years, Miss Snark has created a huge community that came up with a THESAURAS for her.  LOL.  (Check back &lt;a href="http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;)  Anyway, it's a black Monday because I'm reminded that it's all temporary.  Connections are fragile.  And the "friends" we make online are missed just as much.  Even Paula Graves is dealing with this.  See her post &lt;a href="http://spinstersandlunatics.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change.  Life is ever in flux.  The dream is to be able to have the time, the energy, the heart to connect with all the human beings that touch our lives.  But it is a dream.  They touch us...and move on.  Sometimes, it's a gentle touch like a soft rain or a thick fog that blows away by the end of the day.  Sometimes it's a two by four that connects us to the world in a concrete way.  There is no way that I can create a strong relationship with everyone who influences me.  I can only be grateful that they reached out and that we touched for the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance is the key.  Accepting that I am limited.  I may WANT to "do more" or "say more" but I am only one person, one heart.  I can accept this in others easily.  I don't expect other people--online or otherwise--to do anymore than they do.  Yet, I put heavy burdens on myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is this.  Those of us online, whether we're blogging, writing or just hanging out, are connected by the hidden lines of wireless power.  The trick is to enjoy the ones who give us a boost, make us think or make us laugh.  Because it's fleeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2735300618675195583?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2735300618675195583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2735300618675195583' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2735300618675195583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2735300618675195583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/black-monday-for-me.html' title='Black Monday For Me'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlBMjDTTi4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pns-a4UkY2U/s72-c/510316_stairways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-5645220780389675856</id><published>2007-05-20T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T04:34:43.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming June 8th Triple Play by Jennifer McKenzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlBCxzTTi3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/HegdMSQpEfg/s1600-h/TriplePlay_150x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlBCxzTTi3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/HegdMSQpEfg/s320/TriplePlay_150x225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066623004144012146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas, my recovering alcoholic guardian angel, has another assignment.  He has a second chancer with a bitter past.  When Danielle Laskey fights to get the high school baseball team to accept her daughter, she clashes with the coach, Christopher Jeffers.  Although she's been a pain in Christopher's ass, there's an attraction they can't deny.  But Danielle has something in her past that may keep her alone.  Can Thomas bring these two stubborn people together?  Or will he strike out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is the third in the Divine Intervention series featuring Thomas, my meeting going, feather shedding guardian angel.  When I was a kid, I loved softball.  Some of my favorite memories is driving around in the back of the coach's pick up truck (back in the day when it wasn't illegal) and shouting out various baseball rhymes and songs.  We'd win and go for ice cream and the coach would drive every single one of us home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, I have to say that coach Dennis went above and beyond.  Those are fond memories and the ones I tapped into for "Triple Play".  It's releasing June 8th at &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/"&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/a&gt;  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-5645220780389675856?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5645220780389675856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=5645220780389675856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5645220780389675856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5645220780389675856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/coming-june-8th-triple-play-by-jennifer.html' title='Coming June 8th Triple Play by Jennifer McKenzie'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RlBCxzTTi3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/HegdMSQpEfg/s72-c/TriplePlay_150x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-5372477842536104488</id><published>2007-05-18T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:53:15.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Worlds Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rk4Q4TTTi1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/RM__OzMjt84/s1600-h/Calvin+frustrated.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rk4Q4TTTi1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/RM__OzMjt84/s320/Calvin+frustrated.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066005190278351698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having one of those weeks where I wish I hadn't gotten up in the morning.  Any morning.  Without details (cause my real life "stuff" is dramatic to me and not interesting to anyone else), I would just like to say that it all comes in waves for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything is falling into place with money, my husband isn't being very nice and I want to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;If I lurrrrrve my husband to bits, the money goes to hades.&lt;br /&gt;If those two things are finally balanced, my health (or his, or the kids) goes south. &lt;br /&gt;And if all of THOSE things aren't too bad, I can't write two sentences that resemble the English language.....and people tell me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound depressed?&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not.  After all the times I've had in my life--money issues, health issues, divorce, death etc.--I know one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TOO SHALL PASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's the retrograde of Mercury or just bad luck, it all passes eventually.  I just have to hang in there until it swings around.  I've got work to do.  It isn't going to come to me on a silver platter.  Or even a casserole dish.  But it will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm going to stick my chin up and hope that the next thing doesn't knock me on my ass.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone relate?  Or am I alone in my insanity.  Oh, I'm never alone in my insanity.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-5372477842536104488?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5372477842536104488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=5372477842536104488' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5372477842536104488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/5372477842536104488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-worlds-collide.html' title='When Worlds Collide'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/Rk4Q4TTTi1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/RM__OzMjt84/s72-c/Calvin+frustrated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3024321476991144526</id><published>2007-05-17T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:18:04.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons I Love My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#fa9ec5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h143/walokat1/ttbanner4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(250, 158, 197) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Reasons I love &lt;strong&gt;My Husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Honey, we've been through worse.  We've always gotten through it together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always says the right thing when I need it.  Just when I think he won't help, he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His Wacky Redneck Sense Of Humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe likes to play a game called "Isn't it that one guy?" which he says requires a victim who always needs to be right and someone who wants to torture them.  This is his idea of funny.  It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Joe--"Isn't that Jimmy Stewart?"&lt;br /&gt;Me--"No,honey, that's John Wayne."&lt;br /&gt;Joe--"That's Jimmy Stewart.  He's the guy in the movie about the Alamo."&lt;br /&gt;Me--"That's John Wayne."&lt;br /&gt;Joe--"No, really, he was in "Sands of Iwo Jima" right?"&lt;br /&gt;This continues ad nauseam until I'm ready to kill him or give up being right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Censored*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should have been number one.  I thought I'd spare you the details, however.  YOu can use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's The Hardest Working Man I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't call in sick and goes the extra mile for anyone he works for.  His work ethic is miles ahead of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's fun to bounce ideas off of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a frustrated artists and sometimes listening to his opinion on my work is a little tough, but Michelle always reminds me that I'm not writing for the forty year old male market.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He Takes the kids Fishing and Camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, my Dad would have liked to have taken me camping and fishing more, but his knees gave out and his health wasn't great.  He told Joe when we were close to our wedding that Joe needed to "take that girl camping".  I miss my Dad, but I'm thrilled to see my kids getting all the stuff I wanted when I was kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's Willing To admit When He's Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may take a few years, but he will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He Doesn't Mind That I'm a Mouthy B*tch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that endears my hubby to me is that he almost seems RELIEVED when I blow a gasket.  LOL.  I lurrrrrve him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He Loves Christmas and Family stuff As Much As I Do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things about being married to Joe is putting cookie crumbs on stuffed animals.  After all, Santa has a party with them when he comes.  Oh, and hiding Easter eggs.  And he went and got a little pot to put gold coins in for St. Patrick's Day.  Isn't he sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 His Taste In Lingerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He has GORGEOUS blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man has the best blue eyes I've ever seen.  *Happy Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He Helped Me Make Two Beautiful Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are gorgeous and cute with their own unique personalities.  Dell is smart and witty.  Paul is tough and hilarious.  It saves them on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're Partners, Not Adversaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that we remember this all the time.  LOL.  For the most part, we face the world together.  It's nice to have that strong silent (okay, not so silent) type standing beside me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=jenmckafg&amp;postid=17May2007a&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3024321476991144526?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3024321476991144526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3024321476991144526' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3024321476991144526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3024321476991144526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/thirteen-reasons-i-love-my-husband.html' title='Thirteen Reasons I Love My Husband'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-795495126168944158</id><published>2007-05-16T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:29:13.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday--Puppies And Little Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkrYOjTTi0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/QapdUh-t4lc/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkrYOjTTi0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/QapdUh-t4lc/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065098475437525826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkrYHzTTizI/AAAAAAAAAQM/a1BUtprDS94/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkrYHzTTizI/AAAAAAAAAQM/a1BUtprDS94/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065098359473408818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Whiskey Wednesday. Todays rant is brought to you by cutebutannoyingchildren.com.  With special consideration by cutebutannoyingpuppies.com. When you want to drive any female adult insane, just go to cutebutannoying.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in polite (and even not so polite) conversation that will get you lynched.  Not liking puppies is one of them.  Oh, admit it.  If you heard someone say that they hated cute, little fur balls of love, you'd shake your head.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I hate dogs.  I do.  Not that I'm mean to them or anything, but my life would be a little bit less chaotic if they weren't around.  Of course, I don't have one dog.  I have a kennel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are cute.  It's the only reason they live when they wake me up at two-thirty in the morning.  And four.  And six.  When they jump on my bed, jabbing a paw into my kidneys.  When they frantically bark at total strangers walking across the street.  Or at my six year old son. When I'm picking up bits and pieces of garbage that the dogs chewed from the bathroom wastebasket up off my living room floor.  Ah, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest complaint is not that the dogs are....well....dogs.  My biggest complaint is the reaction I get when I say "I don't like pets".  Most look confused.  A few even get offended.  It's kind of like if you're unmarried and don't ever want to have children.  "You'll change your mind."  Or  "When you meet the right person, you'll want to have kids."  Um, maybe not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm almost afraid to say I don't like dogs. It's like somehow that means you're not as warm or loving.  I haven't seen too many benefits to dog ownership. I do pet the dogs (they live here.  It's not their fault I'm not a dog lover) and one of them is my shadow.  Yet, my blood pressure is higher now than a year ago.  I am just NOT a pet person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you, is there something weird that you hate that others give you that "look"?  You know, the one you got when you said something like "I don't like The Beatles.  I think they were over rated" to a Baby Boomer?  Or "Titanic?  Didn't like it."  Did you ever go against the grain of the "norm" and wonder if maybe you ought to conform?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me YEARS to admit that I don't like having pets.  Isn't that weird.&lt;br /&gt;The preceding was brought to you by Small Children And Puppies, a sleep deprivation company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-795495126168944158?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/795495126168944158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=795495126168944158' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/795495126168944158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/795495126168944158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/whiskey-wednesday-puppies-and-little.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday--Puppies And Little Children'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkrYOjTTi0I/AAAAAAAAAQU/QapdUh-t4lc/s72-c/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-9132839157564823164</id><published>2007-05-15T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T05:25:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin Of A Series</title><content type='html'>You have to wonder what kind of mind would come up with an alcoholic guardian angel, but you all have seen my insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with my best friend, who is bitter and snarky, which is why I lurrrve her.  We were discussing her period of "abstinence" (I didn't want to use that word because it implies it was voluntary.  She was definitely NOT trying to abstain.  It just happened) and it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Look, it's going to get better.  Your Higher Power has got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle:  I'm not sure the plan is for me to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle:  Oh I do.  You know how people have those angels watching out for them, pointing them in the right direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle:  Well I think mine is drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  *giggle*  That would be typical of us.  We'd have alcoholic guardian angels and they'd have to hit a bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle:  Yep and go to Angel A.A. meetings complete with bad coffee and angel gurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh honey, you're going to have your happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle:  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I know!  I'll write you one!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thomas, the alcoholic, newly sober, prickly, guardian angel was born.  That's how it usually starts with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/author/jennifermckenzie.htm"&gt;Start Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkmiYKWu4hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8Fom6SHHN8I/s1600-h/SingledOut_150x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkmiYKWu4hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8Fom6SHHN8I/s320/SingledOut_150x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064757791935095314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkmilaWu4iI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_VPRp1mijGA/s1600-h/150x225DoubleTrouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkmilaWu4iI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_VPRp1mijGA/s320/150x225DoubleTrouble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064758019568362018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkmilqWu4jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2Y5FEgmGwSM/s1600-h/TriplePlay_150x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkmilqWu4jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2Y5FEgmGwSM/s320/TriplePlay_150x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064758023863329330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-9132839157564823164?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9132839157564823164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=9132839157564823164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/9132839157564823164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/9132839157564823164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/origin-of-series.html' title='The Origin Of A Series'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkmiYKWu4hI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8Fom6SHHN8I/s72-c/SingledOut_150x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2919006069089692456</id><published>2007-05-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T11:12:14.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror On The Wall I'm my Mother After All</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Like Your Mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/mom-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, you and your mom are pretty darn similar.&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like it at times, but you and your mom have a lot of common ground.&lt;br /&gt;Over time, you'll probably get closer ... especially if you emphasize the things you like about each other.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/"&gt;Are You Like Your Mom?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NOTHING hotter than three men in the kitchen cooking breakfast and then doing the dishes afterward.&lt;br /&gt;Joe is definitely going to get laid.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2919006069089692456?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2919006069089692456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2919006069089692456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2919006069089692456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2919006069089692456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/mirror-mirror-on-wall-im-my-mother.html' title='Mirror Mirror On The Wall I&apos;m my Mother After All'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-7771829451790772894</id><published>2007-05-11T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T07:07:28.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shellistevens.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelli Stevens&lt;/a&gt; tagged me.  And I don't know if I can think of eight people, but here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - 8 Random Facts/Habits About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I Bite My Nails, Too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing Shelli and I have in common (as well as being choir geeks in high school) but I wear acrylic nails so I don't get a chance to nibble on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. I'm in Al-Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Most of you know I'm in a twelve step program for friends and families of alcoholics.  You can really tell that I belong in it by some of my favorite stuff.  Evanescence's "Call Me When You're Sober", Love Matt on The Deadliest Catch, Crossfade, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.  I know how to shoot a shotgun&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.  I talk on the phone ALL the time&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I do.  It's my little secret.  No matter what, I'm on the phone AT LEAST once a day.  I'm not real shy either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5.   I'm computer illiterate&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  All the really cool stuff you see on my website(s) is done by &lt;a href="http://www.crystaljordan.com/blog/"&gt;Crystal Jordan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.daynahart.com/blog/"&gt;Dayna Hart&lt;/a&gt;.  They're awesome.  They've made my web presence a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6.  I'm sensitive&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  My widdle feewings get hurt a lot, but I've learned to suck it up and deal with it.  Don't worry, though.  I usually realize I'm being unreasonable.  It makes rejections LOADS of fun.  (Yeah, Writerwidow, that means I'm indecisive, obsessive AND sensitive.  I'm a riot a minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7.  I read Winston Churchill for fun&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Yep, that's right.  I read all about British History and World War II......for light reading.  Hey, some people read Chekov.  I read Churchill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8.  Finally, I'm a terrible housekeeper&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I'd rather mow the lawn (and I HATE mowing the lawn) than mop the floor.  Doesn't that make me interesting?  I don't mean I'm a terrible housekeeper like there's dust.  I mean, like I'm lucky to be able to walk into my computer room without kicking something out of the way.  I'm REALLY bad.  Let's just say if I'm ever BIG like La Nora, I won't be inviting any magazines to interview me in my living room.  "Um, can I meet you at a restaurant?  That would be great."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-7771829451790772894?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7771829451790772894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=7771829451790772894' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7771829451790772894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7771829451790772894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/eight-things-about-me.html' title='Eight Things About Me'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3664800785219219023</id><published>2007-05-10T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T06:12:15.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons I Love Joey Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#c7e3f3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(199, 227, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons I Love Joey Hill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1…. She's HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That woman can write sex so well that I'm tense and edgy when after I read it.  My husband is also a big fan, though he doesn't know her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  She makes things that would normally shock me and have me go "eewwwwww" sound like it might be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how she did it, but she's freakin' brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  She writes erotic romance AND romantic suspense.  *happy sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her book "Natural Law" is amazing AND it has a great mystery/serial killer to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Um, LOVE her covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out for &lt;a href="http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=1-4199-9000-4"&gt;Natural Law&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=1-84360-247-4"&gt;This One&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=1-84360-734-4"&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  In "Natural Law", my favorite book by Ms. Hill, her hero is the submissive....and he's still sexy and alpha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did she do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  She remains a mysterious person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No blog, no real info on the website.  I'm dying to know this brilliant writer, but she stays fairly hidden.  I lurrrrve her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Her use of the Lifestyle is awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rare to find a BDSM book that really portrays the intricacies of the Lifestyle for those of us who are vanilla (with chocolate swirls).  Her depiction of the different characters are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Her characters ROCK.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with her hero and LOVED her heroine in "Natural Law".  I swear I'm buying the whole series if I ever get the extra cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.  She's in Ebook AND Print&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the better to have her handy whether I'm at my computer or in my bedroom.  (IF you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  She saves me on batteries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not explaining this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  She isn't overexposed  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a big buzz about her everywhere, which means she isn't getting scrutinized to death.  I love that. Of course, it might be interesting to see her on Oprah.....she'd put that woman in her place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  The Toy Factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without belaboring the point in her writing, she gives a good description of some great toys and their use.  The nice thing is that she doesn't treat her readers like idiots and yet, also doesn't go over their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  The Tension Factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She creates more conflict and tension in one story than I've ever seen.  It's brilliant stuff.  Did I say I luuuuuurrrve her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://debbie-mumford.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debbie-mumford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://gwenhayes.wordpress.com"&gt;Gwen Hayes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://crystaljordan.wordpress.com"&gt;Crystal Jordan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://babes-always-write.blogspot.com/"&gt;Babe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;a href="http://bernadettegardner2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer Colgan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments.  It’s easy, and fun!  Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well!  I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag"&gt;View More Thursday Thirteen Participants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3664800785219219023?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3664800785219219023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3664800785219219023' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3664800785219219023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3664800785219219023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/thirteen-reasons-i-love-joey-hill.html' title='Thirteen Reasons I Love Joey Hill'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8866317975774481947</id><published>2007-05-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T17:34:00.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey Wednesday 5/9/07  My Brain Is Out To Kill Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkCo-qWu4fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BUw7R7q51Bg/s1600-h/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkCo-qWu4fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BUw7R7q51Bg/s320/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062231775639429618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkCo-6Wu4gI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pFezqRPKjsM/s1600-h/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkCo-6Wu4gI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pFezqRPKjsM/s320/A+Shot+Of+Whiskey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062231779934396930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sure no one else does this, but you can get a glimpse into the insanity that is me.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I received an email that spun me.  I mean the I-can't-shut-my-brain-that-is-out-to-kill-me-off kind of spun.  It was ugly.  See, I have this really great brain that doesn't have "thoughts".  It has arguments, complete with a conference table and debates that make the Democratic fracas look like a ladies tea party.  By the way, this is also the place my characters make appearances and start pounding their fists on the table top to get my attention.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the men in white would find me a VERY interesting subject.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it usually looks something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh, look!  An email from *insert whatever important person/place/thing I'm obsessing about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Me:  Oh My God!  Look what they said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Right, but they sent it to fifty other people too.  It probably doesn't apply to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Me:  Yeah, but, it does.  If you would just *insert insane action here that I think will "fix" some problem* then they wouldn't SEND an email like that.  Then, you wouldn't have to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  That's crazy!  I don't have time.  I don't have any ideas.  I can't do that.  And they're not expecting me to do it.  I'm doing everything I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Me:  You and I both know that's not enough.  That's why they're sending the email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What?  So I'll do something that is insane that they don't need me to do?  That makes no sense.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Me:  Email *insert unrelated person here that is peripherally involved in the drama* and see what SHE thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No.  I want to stick to the plan.  You remember.  The plan?  The one where I have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Me:  Plan sman.  This is an opportunity.  It only knocks once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I think its knocked you a few times.  That explains a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Me:  But they sent an EMAIL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm calling Dayna.  You're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8866317975774481947?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8866317975774481947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8866317975774481947' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8866317975774481947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8866317975774481947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/whiskey-wednesday-5907-my-brain-is-out.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday 5/9/07  My Brain Is Out To Kill Me'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RkCo-qWu4fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BUw7R7q51Bg/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3386256626678110276</id><published>2007-05-06T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:07:08.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soundtrack for "Still Waters", My Work In Progress</title><content type='html'>Every story I write has its own soundtrack.  "Singled Out" had Aerosmith and Brooks and Dunn in the background.  "Fires Of Passion" (Cobblestone release 8/07) had Evanescence "Open The Door" as a backdrop.  "Heart of the Storm" had Crossfade, Linkin Park, Metallica, and lots of other rock since fishermen usually listen to stuff to keep them awake.&lt;br /&gt;"Still Waters" has the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcoFHAdgn3U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcoFHAdgn3U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Alanis song is Jessica's opinion about her ex.  I think of the story when I listen to "Under The Rug Swept", the CD this song appears on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bobskjQwWI"&gt;And This Video&lt;/a&gt;  which is a theme song for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBFlNBsvyxI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBFlNBsvyxI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief is an overpowering motive for both Jessica and Travis.  This song ripped my heart out that way and makes me think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zmjm8axlTjA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zmjm8axlTjA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me think of Travis.  He's a tough guy, together, a rebel.  Jessica hits him sideways.  Go girl.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJXihzjGX9E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJXihzjGX9E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is AWESOME.  It's how they both are living their lives.  &lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed these.  There's more, but they didn't have videos with them.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;There's a bunch of pictures of the kids in a slideshow on my MySpace.  Check it out.  (See the link on the right)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3386256626678110276?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3386256626678110276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3386256626678110276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/soundtrack-for-still-waters-my-work-in.html' title='A Soundtrack for &quot;Still Waters&quot;, My Work In Progress'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-7951191912335748901</id><published>2007-05-05T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T06:05:59.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gemmahalliday.com/bio/gemma_halliday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://www.gemmahalliday.com/bio/gemma_halliday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard the BEST news today! My friend &lt;a href="www.gemmahalliday.com"&gt;Gemma Halliday's &lt;/a&gt;double RITA nominated novel, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0843957352?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thepinheasoc-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0843957352"&gt;Spying in High Heels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="1" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thepinheasoc-20&amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;a=0843957352" width="1" border="0" /&gt;, is in development for a television series on the USA Network!!! It’s currently one of five new shows being developed for their fall 2007/2008 season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0843957352?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=thepinheasoc-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0843957352"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://www.gemmahalliday.com/books/spying_in_high_heels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0843957352?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thepinheasoc-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0843957352"&gt;Spying in High Heels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="1" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thepinheasoc-20&amp;l=as2&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;o=1&amp;a=0843957352" width="1" border="0" /&gt; follows shoe designer Maddie Springer, who in an effort to track down her missing boyfriend, realizes that her knack for fashion also serves another purpose: it makes her a great detective. Maddie's uniquely female perspective helps her pick up clues, using her designer's eye to discern tell tale shapes, colors and patterns, among other things. Along with her best friend Dana, an out-of-work actress, Maddie decides to open a detective agency operating out of her stepfather's hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gemmahalliday.com/usenetwork.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand" height="57" alt="" src="http://www.gemmahalliday.com/usenetwork.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not all shows in development make it to the air, but this one should! If you want to see Maddie and Ramirez on the small screen, write to the USA Network and tell them you heard about SPYING IN HIGH HEELS and can’t wait to watch it. Or, if you’ve read the book and liked it, tell them that, too! Contact the programming department at the USA Network:feedback@usanetwork.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/050552712X?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thepinheasoc-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=050552712X"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/21KK4FWTT7L._AA_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0843958340?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thepinheasoc-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0843958340"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/21GKfW696SL._AA_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the meantime, read up on Gemma's books, including &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0843958340?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thepinheasoc-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0843958340"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Undercover in High Heels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="1" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thepinheasoc-20&amp;l=as2&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;o=1&amp;a=0843958340" width="1" border="0" /&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/050552712X?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thepinheasoc-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=050552712X"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killer in High Heels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="1" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thepinheasoc-20&amp;l=as2&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=050552712X" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-7951191912335748901?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7951191912335748901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=7951191912335748901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7951191912335748901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/7951191912335748901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow.html' title='Wow!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3564005236944815642</id><published>2007-05-05T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T13:26:56.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cobblestone Author with a Great Read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x197/tarasnichols/150x225TN_OasisOfMyHeart.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oasis of My Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Tara S Nichols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Release Date May 25th 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sadie Davies is running away for the second time in her life. The first time she wanted stardom. This time she is running from it. Intending to keep a low profile she sets up for a solitary life, but with sexy, know-it-all, neighbor Dustin Reed she finds it rather difficult. Moving in next door to playboy Dustin Reed wasn’t Sadie Davies idea of keeping a low profile. With ex-manager Horace Bigelow hunting her down the last thing Sadie wants is a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;Now she has to decide whether to let this lady-killer into her life for fear of attracting a real killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available May 25th from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3564005236944815642?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3564005236944815642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3564005236944815642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3564005236944815642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3564005236944815642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/cobblestone-author-with-great-read.html' title='A Cobblestone Author with a Great Read.'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-3929206564697494927</id><published>2007-05-04T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:21:40.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm No Good At Edrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjtObqWu4aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RJjI8XvyIsQ/s1600-h/Hobbes+and+Calvin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjtObqWu4aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RJjI8XvyIsQ/s320/Hobbes+and+Calvin.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060724843413954978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't recap the latest edrama that's occupying our blogging lives but I'll say this.  On my Thursday Thirteen, I mention that it was stupid for me to give my opinion on public forums.  The latest bruhaha has reinforced this idea that I need to SHUTUP. In posting my opinion on a couple of blogs, I confused the names and the facts several times and had to delete my comments.  I think the reason I don't get involved much is because I usually have to say "Mea Culpa".  *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm just saying that sometimes I need to stay out of the fracas.  It's sooooo tough for me.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Can you say "Diva"?&lt;br /&gt;Deeeeevvvvaaaaaaahhhh.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-3929206564697494927?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3929206564697494927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=3929206564697494927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3929206564697494927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/3929206564697494927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-im-no-good-at-edrama.html' title='Why I&apos;m No Good At Edrama'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjtObqWu4aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RJjI8XvyIsQ/s72-c/Hobbes+and+Calvin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-1589804565071096764</id><published>2007-05-03T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:07:41.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen--Stupid Writing Things I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#c7e3f3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://intricateart.com/blog/thursdaythirteenblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(199, 227, 243) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thirteen Stupid Writing Things I've Done &lt;strong&gt;YOUR NAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1….  Believed that writing romance would be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I really believed this.  I sat down and thought "I'll spit this out in no time".  *rolls eyes*.  Karma got me for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  Wrote 75,000 words without a crit partner or any information on writing in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea I was a panster.  I thought you sat down and wrote a book and submitted it.  That's right.  I ain't sharpest tool in the shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Submitted said 75K manuscript without having anyone critique it and hoped for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious.  Somewhere out there is a Harlequin Intrigue editor with watering eyes from the horrible stuff I subjected her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  Entered the "Best First Meeting" contest at Romance Divas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I learned A TON from them.  I did think that what I subbed was "clean" without knowing what that really looked like.  The best feedback I got was from  &lt;a href="http://bernadettegardner2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer Colgan&lt;/a&gt; who is brilliant.  She called me on my head hopping and other little things.  Her comments were invaluable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Started four manuscripts at the same time......and finished NONE of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my WIP file of my computer are several dead stories that I started after the 75K monster.  All of them were started in the same week.  BAD idea for me.  In this way, I am like a raven with a VERY short attention span and an attraction to "shiny things".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  Told my mother I write erotic romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS was an error in judgment that I'm still dealing with.  I knew my mother well enough to get a pen name (and not tell her what it is) but not smart enough to keep the fact I write erotic romance to myself.  I blame the adrenaline high I got from being accepted and getting a contract.  "It was the drugs, man".  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Holding back my own personal feelings in my writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No snark here.  I've discovered that the problems in my stories is that I hold back and distance myself from my characters.  When something gets too difficult, I tend to fall into passive voice and change the point of view to make it more comfortable.  I'm on the look out for it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Began my queries (several of them) with a rhetorical question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one might go over with some agents and publishers, but &lt;a href="http://nathanbransford.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nathan Bransford&lt;/a&gt; is one of the agents that rants about this.  "NOOOOOOOOO rhetorical questions!!!"  This mistake reminded me that research is King!  Knowing about the agent/publisher I'm subbing to will keep me from making glaring errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Posted on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://misssnark.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Snark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; without reading her blog and knowing what "nitwittery" is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I don't think I said anything stupid.  Right?  Right?  Okay.  Don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.  I waited to get involved in Instant Messaging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took &lt;a href="http://www.crystaljordan.com/blog/"&gt;Crystal Jordan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.daynahart.com/blog/"&gt;Dayna Hart&lt;/a&gt; months to get me to get Trillian and start talking to people.  Now, I enjoy it immensely.  I've brainstormed, edited and chatted my way to better writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.  Put my writing in a box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I allowed myself to become a "rule follower".  Technically, my writing was good, but I was so afraid to break the "rules" that I struggled.  I've been working on getting out of the box and really write the stories that are in my head.  Dayna and Crystal have helped me so much with this and my editor at The Wild Rose Press, Diana Carlile.   They've all made reach a little deeper for more in my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.  Giving a harsh opinion on a public forum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just plain stupid.  It's one thing to give an opinion.  It's another thing to rant and rave about something that might come back and bite me in the ass professionally.  Luckily, I'm not a very big fish in the small epublishing pond, so I didn't even make a ripple.  And no, I'm not repeating what I said or where.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.  Getting uptight about blog comments, sales and popularity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the long run, I'm getting experience that I can't get any other way.  Whether I get 0 comments or 40, I'm still going to be who I am.  Believing that the amount of comments or number of sales is going to change my life is ridiculous.  It took a while to get over it.  I guess I "like to be liked".  I swear, someday I'm going to do a workshop or something and title it after the famous Sally Field's line.  "You like me.  You really like me."  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tons more.  Like submitting a query on a blog post at Jessica Faust because she might crit it.  (Only I wrote it and didn't run it by my cps. Bad writer Jen, bad.)&lt;br /&gt;Or getting involved in edrama.  Or reviewing a writer friend's book and getting the details WRONG.  (I caught it before I submitted it).  Or.....nevermind.  You get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;Care to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links to other Thursday Thirteens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/"&gt;Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday.  Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged!  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It is.  To really get a readers attention, I have to let my guts hang out.  I'm writing a scene for "Still Waters" that involves a funeral scene.  Initially, I wrote that scene to purge some of the angst around my own father's death.  So, I wrote it in the hero's point of view thinking I wouldn't have to deal with the pain that was still fresh.  But the scene didn't flow and the book fell flat.  What a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I rewrote the scene yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to find that the pain is right there, right in my gut.  Even after five years, the emotion is strong and lurking.  It wasn't a pleasant surprise.  My stomach is still sore from writing it.  &lt;br /&gt;Revealing my own personal stuff in my writing is unavoidable and difficult.  I thought I'd feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after a couple of shots I'll feel better.  LOL.  I'm kidding.  I'll wait until Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and updating on Talladega as promised.  Jeff Gordon did indeed take the checkered flag.  Unfortunately, he broke Dale Earnhardt's win record on Dale Earhardt Day.  Poor guy.  The fans threw garbage on the track to let Jeffy know they weren't pleased.  I hate that.  I'm all for driver loyalty, but come on, it's not hard to be happy for the guy who deserves to win.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big Jeff Gordon fan.  He reminds me too much of the quarterback at school with the cheerleader girlfriend and an ego the size of Canada (not his pecker).  But he drove his heart out and showed some class in his win.  &lt;br /&gt;I was actually hoping that Jeff Burton might catch a break, but no such luck.  Gotta love Talladega.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is Richmond.  I'll refrain from giving you the blow by blow there.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-622157974501470490?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/622157974501470490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=622157974501470490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/622157974501470490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/622157974501470490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/whiskey-wednesday-5207.html' title='Whiskey Wednesday 5/2/07'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjfN26Wu4YI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Y_e2pIK7zW8/s72-c/201958_bottle_series_2+Jack+Daniels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-8841930237285056350</id><published>2007-05-01T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T07:46:36.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjdR5qWu4XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HdX6Sc8xfww/s1600-h/wonder-woman-costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjdR5qWu4XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HdX6Sc8xfww/s320/wonder-woman-costume.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059602757438071154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby wants me to buy a Wonder Woman costume.  (Don't ask.  I'm not telling)  Tell me, would you buy one for your significant other?  LOL. Again, to much information huh?  I loved Wonder Woman.  I just thought the Steve guy (was that his name?) was an idiot.  I REALLY want the Truth Lasso.  Imagine the fun I could have!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What costume would you be willing to buy?  A French maid costume?  Leather?  Is this too much for a writer's blog?  I probably should have left this for Whiskey Wednesday.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-8841930237285056350?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8841930237285056350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=8841930237285056350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8841930237285056350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/8841930237285056350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-would-you-do.html' title='What Would You Do?'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjdR5qWu4XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HdX6Sc8xfww/s72-c/wonder-woman-costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-4865977474596977859</id><published>2007-04-29T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T07:31:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellow Cobblestone Author Out With A Great One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j93/ShonnaBrannon/The_Spirit_Within_150x225.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit Within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Shonna Brannon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ISBN: 978-1-60088-130-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alyssa Carrington's spirit must search out the man who tried to kill her before her body’s taken off life support and she moves on to the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sam Carson’s a detective whose sister was murdered the night Alyssa was attacked. When he hears a voice claiming to be the spirit of Alyssa, he thinks he’s going crazy. Can he go against the rules and track down his sister’s killer and get Alyssa back in her body or will his feelings for her spirit get in the way and send her to the other side, making him lose his chance with her forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To buy visit &lt;a href="http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/spiritwithin.htm"&gt;Cobblestone Press&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shonna does a great job with this.  Take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-4865977474596977859?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4865977474596977859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=4865977474596977859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4865977474596977859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/4865977474596977859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/04/fellow-cobblestone-author-out-with.html' title='Fellow Cobblestone Author Out With A Great One'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25798796.post-2289135811947531291</id><published>2007-04-28T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:54:42.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talladega Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjLCnaWu4VI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z7d1M3B3Fjk/s1600-h/27176tire.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjLCnaWu4VI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z7d1M3B3Fjk/s320/27176tire.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058319313835843922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjLCnaWu4WI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ccKkmOJDPVY/s1600-h/Carl+Edwards.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjLCnaWu4WI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ccKkmOJDPVY/s320/Carl+Edwards.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058319313835843938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talladega Speedway is one of my favorite NASCAR races.  I am totally stoked.  Boogity Boogity Boogity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love NASCAR.  See, I have this link  &lt;a href="http://www.nascar.com/"&gt;NASCAR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my side bar.  I even have a "friend" on MySpace &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=57141578"&gt;NASCAR WEEKLY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I hoping will win?  Last weekend, Jeff Gordon won his first race in Phoenix.  After years of rocketing success and then a very long dry spell, he managed to pull off a win at one of the few places he's never won.  It was an exciting race too.  He tugs at my loyalty, but I have to say I hope Jeff Burton wins.  Or Mark Martin (a family favorite in our house).  &lt;br /&gt;It's too bad that NASCAR has been enjoying the sudden popularity.  Though it's nice to be able to catch EVERY race, I miss the relative obscurity that the drivers managed to maintain.  Now, they're all so careful that I don't get to see a driver throw his helmet at an offending competitor.  Or watching the drama at Texas, as the short track, the Texas heat and simmering tempers add to a few dents and dings on the cars.  &lt;br /&gt;With all the publicity now, it's all about "what looks good".  Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hoping to enjoy one of my favorite races this weekend.  I'll give you results.  Cause I KNOW you care.  LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25798796-2289135811947531291?l=jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2289135811947531291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25798796&amp;postID=2289135811947531291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2289135811947531291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25798796/posts/default/2289135811947531291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennifermckenzie.blogspot.com/2007/04/talladega-baby.html' title='Talladega Baby'/><author><name>Jennifer McKenzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03613714863799177911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/SnE2Fj75soI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/l1OzzGdb_kE/S220/cover+EOS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4lsLsvbmSOE/RjLCnaWu4VI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/z7d1M3B3Fjk/s72-c/27176tire.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
