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Have A Very Merry Youtube Christmas!

25 Dec

This has made it’s rounds:

A little older, but still funny as heck:

A modern take on an old story:

If you make it to this point…lol…here’s a great newer video. The more I listen to this song the catchier I think it is.

Merry Christmas Everyone! *brought to you by me and you tube*

*disclaimer: My beliefs are my own and in no way am I suggesting you have to share them with me.

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YAFF Muse: Such a Thing as Perfect

29 Sep

Welcome again to YAFF Muse: blog rounds. The ladies of YA Fiction Fanatics have come together for YAFF Muse. To have a little fun, explore different styles of writing and to give you some kick-butt shorts to read.  Enjoy!

Photo Credit:keithcr at MorgueFile.com

Such a Thing as Perfect

By: R.M.Gilbert

“Welcome to Dairy Cone, what can I get you?” I asked Darcy Flick, knowing full well what she wanted.

“Don’t screw with me, you know I’m here to see Ryan,” she said. The redhead chomped her gum like a cow and leaned over the counter. “Ryan Bradley!”

“He’s in the cooler.” I scowled.

“Don’t tell me you’re keeping tabs on my boyfriend?”

“No,” I said, but if I was honest I would have said yes and been done with it. Of course, I secretly adored Ryan. What girl wouldn’t? Heck, I’d bet my life that some of the guys at school crushed on him too.

Ryan was that guy. The one who’s nice to everyone: geeks, stoners, jocks, rich, poor, it didn’t matter. And never—not even once—had I heard a single person say a bad word about him. Considering I have lived in Vanilla Beach since birth, that was saying something. Yep, Ryan Bradley was the greatest guy I knew.

“Hey, Brainfart.” Darcy waved her hand in front of my face. “I asked for an orange float.”

Darcy, on the other hand was a high class bitch. And the daughter of a Senator who bought a summer home on the beach this past year. It seemed to me, she thought it was her God given right to trample on those she deemed ‘beneath her’. Which was pretty much everyone.

Moving to make her float, I spotted Ryan knelt down in the back, helping Mrs. Dairy Cone herself pick up a stack of napkins off the floor. The old woman must have knocked them from the shelf again. That made three times this week.

I grabbed a foam cup and scooped ice cream into it, thinking maybe her eyes were getting worse. Her current glasses magnified her pupils to the size of Ping-Pong balls, and I wondered if there was prescription strong enough to help. I shook my head, sad that I couldn’t do anything more for her, and finished filling the cup with ice cream, then moved toward the soda fountain.

“Justice,” Ryan said, coming from the back.

“Yeah?” I tried to focus on the pop machine and ignore the fact that he smelled like ocean salt. But he stood so close it was impossible to do anything but look at him.

“Mrs. Moore wants to meet with us after our shift today.” He smiled, and as it always did it reflected in his eyes.

My breath caught in my throat for a second before I nodded and handed him Darcy’s order. “Your girlfriend’s here.”

His and my hands roped around the orange float, sending a sensation of tingles surging over me like the waters wake and I trembled. His gaze locked on mine, the corners of his mouth faltered to uphold his smile.

“So-sorry.” I released the cup and stepped back.

“You’re fine.”

Something changed in his eyes as he moved past. Leaving me to wonder if in this one instant I gave myself away? For the longest time I had managed to hide how I felt. Since the second grade, it had been my greatest secret and now…

A customer stepped to the counter and rang the service bell. I cleared the knot from my throat, apologized for being distracted, and asked for his order. The entire time my attention divided between the man’s indecision and Ryan and Darcy’s conversation.

“But you said you’d go,” Darcy whined. “We’re leaving for Washington tomorrow. It’s my last night at the beach.”

“I can’t, Mrs. Moore asked to meet with me after we close,” Ryan explained.

“Can’t Justine fill in for you, for just a little while?”

As sure as I was standing there, Ryan’s eyes burned into me, but I stared straight ahead. He didn’t need to know I was eavesdropping.

“Her name is Justice,” he muttered. “And I’m not going to ask her to cover for me on the busiest night of the season. Everyone’s getting in ‘one last night’ before they leave, Darcy.”

“Fine.” She pouted some more, but then her voice turned sweet. “Meet me later? At Daddy’s. A bunch of us are throwing together a bonfire on the beach after the sun sets. You’ll be done by then, won’t you?”

“Sure.”

After encouraging Ryan to bring his friends as well, Darcy flounced off.

Heavy on my chest were the feelings I fought to ignore, and I held back my foolish tears. What else had I expected? This was Ryan Bradley.

By the time our shift ended and clean up finished, Mrs. Moore had called twice to remind us of our meeting.

“You want to ride over together?” Ryan asked, nearing his car.

“If you don’t mind,” I said. “Otherwise I’ll have to walk and I don’t want you to have to wait for me.”

Ryan didn’t say anything, he rounded the side of the car to open the passenger door.

“Thanks.” I slid into the seat. For a second, it sounded as though he’d said, “my pleasure”, but I was confident my ears played tricks on me.

Riding in silence, I watched Vanilla Beach stretch out beside us. The water glistened under the last moments of sun as though it wanted to suck up as much of its beauty as possible before nightfall. And the fragrant scent of ocean spilled through the car windows. I closed my eyes to enjoy every second of its aroma.

“We’re here.” Ryan slowed the car to a stop in front of a modest beach house. Smaller than those surrounding it, but still well kept.

Not giving him a second chance to prove his chivalry, I pushed out of the vehicle.

“Come in, come in, come in,” Mrs. Moore prompted us inside. Then, with the door closed behind her, she turned to Ryan. “Have you asked her yet?”

“Not yet.” He smiled, taking the older woman by the hands and leading her to sit down.

“Asked me what?”

“She wants you and me to take over the Dairy Cone.” Ryan said.

“Us? Why?”

“Because you belong there, together,” said a straight faced Mrs. Moore.

One glance at Ryan and I knew I couldn’t survive another summer with him. Thoughts of him consumed me and if I wanted to maintain my sanity I’d have to keep my distance as much as possible.

I folded my hands and kept my voice soft. “I can’t Mrs. Moore. I’m sorry.”

“And why not, my dear?” She reached for me with one hand and Ryan with another. “This is a union I’ve been planning since you both came to work with me years ago.”

If only there was such a union to be made.

“I appreciate that, truly I do, but—” Tears pressed against the rim of my eyes and I squeezed her hand, wishing with all my heart she could read my mind and know what she asked for was impossible.

“Oh, you poor girl,” Mrs. Moore tugged my hand closer and placed it in Ryan’s. “You two are more alike than you know.”

The warmth of him spread throughout my body. No matter how much I told myself to pull away, I drew closer.

“I’ll say what should have been said years ago,” Mrs. Moore spoke quietly, “You’re perfect.”

“He is.”  “She is.” We whispered simultaneously.

“What?” I asked, looking at him confused.

All the color floods from his face as we stepped nearer to each other. “I’ve always thought you were perfect Justice, ever since I met you in the second grade.”

He leaned in and at moment his mouth lingered over mine, I knew Ryan Bradley was the greatest guy, and he was mine.

© 2010, September 28, rmg.

This weeks muse was inspired by a number of things: first loves, mean girls, boys who don’t disappoint. But really it’s about love and how sometimes we don’t realize when someone right under our noses loves us so deeply, it hurts. This was probably my favorite YAFF Muse to write, I hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks for coming by. Please be sure to drop by my fellow YAFFers blogs and don’t forget to leave a comment.

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YAFF Muse: Breaking Free Blog Rounds Wednesday!

21 Jun

That’s right, Wednesday is the start of Yaff Muse: Breaking Free of the Forum. The beginning of a weekly installment of blog rounds for your reading pleasure. Some of the women from YA Fiction Fanatics have gotten together and decided to write shorts: (250-500 words –possibly more if their muse is going crazy.)

Each week one of YAFF’s members will post an inspirational picture to the group then we will write something fabulous based on the awesome amount of inspiration we get from the picture. We’ll also link to the other group members so you can read the different perspectives a single picture can trigger. And maybe you can pinpoint some similarities too.

So I hope you’ll join us, starting this Wednesday and enjoy reading the unique writing styles of the woman in our group.

On Review

26 May

Current Read:

Going Bovine Written by: Libba Bray

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WHY I WANT TO READ IT: The cover. I can’t help it the cover is too much. 😛  Also, it was  mentioned in the threads at YA Fiction Fanatics (crit group). And finally, I want to read something written in the male POV–though I’ll likely never write in it. lol.

WHAT‘S IT ABOUT: Cameron Smith, 16, is slumming through high school, overshadowed by a sister “pre-majoring in perfection,” while working (ineptly) at the Buddha Burger. Then something happens to make him the focus of his family’s attention: he contracts mad cow disease. What takes place after he is hospitalized is either that a gorgeous angel persuades him to search for a cure that will also save the world, or that he has a vivid hallucination brought on by the disease. Either way, what readers have is an absurdist comedy in which Cameron, Gonzo (a neurotic dwarf) and Balder (a Norse god cursed to appear as a yard gnome) go on a quixotic road trip during which they learn about string theory, wormholes and true love en route to Disney World. Bray’s surreal humor may surprise fans of her historical fantasies about Gemma Doyle, as she trains her satirical eye on modern education, American materialism and religious cults (the smoothie-drinking members of the Church of Everlasting Satisfaction and Snack ‘N’ Bowl). Offer this to fans of Douglas Adams’s Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy seeking more inspired lunacy. (***Description from Goodreads)

~Other Books I’ve read recently and their mini reviews~

The Hunger Games* (Genre-YA Fiction) Written by: Susanne Collins

Catching Fire* (Genre-YA Fiction) Written by: Susanne Collins

*These books are a part of a series. Susanne Collins captured my attention from the start and kept it until the end with both books.Definitely on my favorites list. Her 3rd book in the series coming soon: Mockingjay

https://i0.wp.com/img.photobucket.com/albums/v353/keikochan/Book%20covers/teampeeta.pngI have to admit I’m flying my Team Peeta Banner on this one.



Silk and Stone** (Genre- Adult Romance Fiction) Written by: Lisa Dane

**A book my husbands grandma gave me some time ago to read. The characters were believable and the setting good. Overall the book was a little predictable, but I enjoyed it.

Circle Star***(Genre- Steamy Adult Fiction- Not for those under 18) Written by: Tatiana March

***This was a great book, with wonderful descriptions. A lot like getting two stories in one. Thumbs up here.

So that’s what’s “On Review”. Click  in with me again when I’m mini reviewing Going Bovine. And find out why I’ve picked my next book…or maybe leave a ‘book suggestion’ for me in the comments section. 😉

Recipe for Relaxation

25 Jan

This weekend was uncommon for me. I stayed up until 2am Saturday morning after a long night of family Karaoke. We sang anything from Dean Martin to LinkinPark, Evanescense and Avril Lavigne to Carrie Underwood and Taylor Swift. CCR, Buckcherry, Kelly Clarkson and Johnny Cash topped the list as well. The kids had a blast and so did Michael and I.

Saturday turned into another day of relaxing after a lunch with Grandma to celebrate my birthday and much of the day spent lazing around with family. Again not hitting the sheets until about 2am. And for the first time in a long time, I slept in while Mike got up and around with the kids. I stayed in my pajamas all day Sunday which occurs maybe once a year and spent most of the day watching movies with Michael.

Aside from making a few meals it was an all out relaxing weekend. I feel blessed to have it.

And for those of you that read this post expecting to find an actual recipe, I don’t want to disappoint. So here is a recipe for one of the meals I made over the weekend:

T-Bone Steak, Bake Potatoes and Quick Salad:

What you’ll need: T-Bones, Zesty Italian Dressing, potatoes, lettuce, tomato, and onion. And your choice of salad dressing.

For Steak: Place steak in a glass dish and pour Italian dressing over top. Cover and put in the fridge for 1hr-3days (depending on when you want to cook them and how long you want them to sit and marinate). Then light grill. (Yes, I cook on the grill in the middle of a Michigan winter). Next, cook the steaks at a medium setting for about 15-20minutes, depending on thickness, then turn. Cook and additional 10-15 minutes.

For Potatoes: I prefer, Michigan white potatoes because they are very easy to clean. After scrubbing potatoes poke with a fork and knife. Then place in a pre-heated 375 degree oven for 1 hour. Or if you prefer the microwave you’ll want to look for a suggested cooking times.

For salad: Cut lettuce, tomato, and onion. Toss together in a bowl and top with favorite dressing.

Okay, not exactly an awe inspiring recipe, but after a half hour we had a delicious meal on our plates and went right back to relaxing.

Hope you had a great weekend too. And if you’d like to take a second, let me know what you do to relax as a family. Just click on the small comment button below. 🙂

That's a wrap!

13 Jan

Popular shows saying goodbye. Besides Oprah, it’s been said Miley Cyrus may be saying good-bye to her much beloved character. And while the two shows are as different as night and day. Millions of viewers will be sad to see them end.

But change is inevitable, unless you’re apart of the cartoon Simpsons family, who will celebrate their 20th year on-air tomorrow. Though, I’m sure there will come a day when Bart gets tired of being the same age and that too will end. (With my 29th birthday looming the thought of being the same age for 20 years is sounding fairly good). Hmm.

On a writing note, submissions are underway. And the research for the next manuscript is coming along. I’ve had great response from the Gila River Indian Community and look forward to learning as much as I can about the area and the community in Arizona.

Also, a quick congratulations to a fellow critique partner, Nina Croft as she has her first e-book coming out today with Shadowfire Store. The book is entitled, ‘The Tiger of Talmare’. (Please know, this is intended for adult reading).

Off to see what sort of trouble I can get into.  😉

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