Monday, December 17, 2007

How I Survived 8 Hrs. Of Christmas Shopping

How I survived eight hours of Christmas shopping:

1. A breakfast burrito at McDonalds minus the sausage.
2. A stop at Starbucks for the Christmas blend coffee and a cranberry bar
3. A break and a strawberry-banana smoothie
4. A respite at Panera Bread and a bagel and tea.

Oh yes, and then I treated myself to a Josh Groban CD.

Sunday, September 23, 2007


I approach shopping the way some folks do hunting--which I'm not that in favor of by the way:) But like hunters for me its the thrill of the hunt. Unless my back is against the wall I never buy clothes if they aren't on sale. The kind term for one such as myself is 'power shopper'. But in actuality I'm a bit of a bottom feeder. I try not to buy until a big sign is posted on the rack that says '50-75% off last marked down price' and then I move in for the kill, err, swoop in for the sale.
Like the hunter, after my purchases are 'bagged' I proudly carry my sacks around the mall like trophies, swept along on a shopper's high.
For those of you who are new to this type of hunting a few words of caution and suggestions:
There will always be sales. If you can't use it don't buy it.
Buy at the end of the season. You will get your clothes at a fraction of the cost and will have a brand new wardrobe to pull out of the closet in about six months.
Check the adds: Often time there's a 20% coupon that can be applied to the 50-75% clearance rack.
Pace yourself. Don't get so caught up in the thrill of the hunt that you spend more than you normally would have. I allow myself X amount of dollars per month. When its gone its gone and I sit tight until the beginning of the next month when my allowance kicks in again.
Okay ladies, are you ready? Take your vitamins, do some stretching exercises and wear comfortable clothes, this could be all day event. Its time to shop!

Thursday, July 26, 2007

In Memory of Chuck

“Once you leave this holy place and return to the human’s earth, not only can we no longer protect you, you may never find her. And even if you do what are the odds she will know you?”
“I will know her,” the big cat said quietly. “That is all that matters.”

Greetings Friends,
I’m going to write a bit today about Shardai.
This book won’t be out until January. But the writing of it was a personal journey. My twelve year old white cat developed cancer and died last year. To those of you who are pet lovers and have lost a dear friend you’ll empathize. To those of you who aren’t you’ll probably shake your heads as you read this. After my cat died I wanted him back, desperately. Out of that desire sprang Shardai.
Shardai is the story of a cat that passed on to a better world, but can't stay because he knows his caregiver still grieves. It’s his journey back to find her.
Shardai will be released in January through WingsEpress, Inc.