Weddings and Dresses

Congratulations to Alexa! You are the winner of Karin Tabke’s Master of Surrender. I’ll be contacting you for your snail mail address or you can email me at skully @ skullybuzz dot com.

Okay, so let’s do some paranormal! How about Dime Store Magic by Kelley Armstrong. She’s wonderful! To be eligible for the drawing, you must type in your email address. I’ll also add you to my newsletter for updates on all the fun stuff and releases, too. I’ll announce the winner on my next blog!

I attended the wedding of my very good friend’s daughter last weekend. All the girls were so beautiful, the men handsome, the bride gorgeous, her mom splendid. Hah, it was a barefoot wedding! They got married in a park, and the ground was very sandy, so we all took off our shoes! And on the cake topper, the bride was reclining against the groom dressed in finery on the beach, and no shoes! It was all so very lovely.

Then just this morning, another friend of mine sent me a photo of herself in her wedding dress. Okay, I won’t tell you how long ago she was married because I was in her wedding! But she was going through her closet and her daughter is over 21, and she wanted to see how the dress was faring. It certainly has held up well, as has my friend Judy! Doesn’t she look gorgeous, and the dress still fits!!!! The photo brought back wonderful memories of her wedding. We, the bridesmaids, made our own dresses (hmm, no, I don’t still have the dress, but I wish I had a photo of it to post but that was pre-digital days!). We were all best friends from high school. And, of course, seeing her wedding dress made me think of my wedding. My husband and I went to Tahoe and were married in the Minden County courthouse by the judge. He’d just finished sentencing a few prisoners, then popped over to marry us! Haha, someone made a joke about him sentencing the prisoners, then coming over to sentence us! My wedding dress was a tailored cream-colored suit with a teal blouse. Nope, I don’t have that either. The cats used it to climb up to the top shelf in the closet. Um, needless to say, there were several things in my closet that had to be thrown out. But before it was ruined, I wore that suit to work a lot, it served double duty. You can really tell I’m a frugal accountant, can’t you?

So, did you keep your wedding dress? Did you wear your mom’s wedding dress? Would you save yours for your daughter? Or would you make sure yours did double duty like mine did?

Here’s a little update on my husband’s mancation. He had a wonderful trip, and we emailed all the time (well, when we were awake at the same time!). And now he’s home. Wow, that was a very, very long three weeks! I’m so glad he’s home. But the kitchen table is a bit messy again, LOL!

Jasmine, Jennifer and JB!

SWAT!

Congratulations to Dena Walton! You are the winner of A Dangerous Beauty by Sophia Nash. I’ll be contacting you for your snail mail address or you can email me at skully @ skullybuzz dot com.

Next up, I have an autographed copy of Karin Tabke’s Master of Surrender. She writes such hot, sexy books. To be eligible for the drawing, you must type in your email address. I’ll also add you to my newsletter for updates on all the fun stuff and releases, too. I’ll announce the winner on my next blog!

Okay, SWAT! No, I don’t mean flies. I’m talking about the SWAT team. Lest you should think they are only the stuff of TV, movies, and fiction, they really do exist. I was out watering my yard on Saturday, and down the street comes a SWAT van and 6 sheriffs’ vehicles in a caravan. This is a quiet neighborhood in the mountains. It’s at a dead end, so it’s not like you can even pass through the neighborhood on your way to somewhere else. I live on a corner halfway down the hill. And lo and behold, the SWAT van stops right along the side of my house. And really, I’m thinking to myself, did I do something bad that I don’t remember doing? Maybe one of my multiple personalities did it. Then all the SWAT guys jump out with their guns and do that crouch run that you always see on TV. Thank goodness they went down the hill, not up to my house. Of course, I rushed in to get the camera because I knew my husband wouldn’t believe me unless I had proof. Unfortunately, I was too late to capture them in that crouch run with their guns. Then the neighbors started pouring out their houses to see what was going on. I swear, people even drove here. Gosh, are we rubberneckers or what! I thought the cops would have told us to get back in our houses, but no, they let us watch. In the end, we learned that there was a robbery in the next town over, and they thought the suspect was holed up in a house two doors down from mine. He wasn’t. So they packed up their stuff and went away, excitement over. Honestly, though, two things struck me, first that I could actually wonder if I’d done something to warrant the SWAT team, and second, that we are all so nosy and excited about someone else’s business. Well, I guess it could have been my business if there was a meth lab in the house that might explode.

Here’s a little update from the last blog, my husband is still gone, and darn, it’s getting kinda lonely around here, even with Star for company. Maybe that’s why I was so fascinated with the SWAT team.

BTW, don’t miss my blog Tuesday 9/8 at The Tote Blog. I’ll be giving away one of my own books, just haven’t decided which one yet!

Jasmine, Jennifer and JB!