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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And Joyous New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2326239711952376351-2421177793523351207?l=cesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_tieb7h="95"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1fc3lb="134"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_taqavy="344"&gt;You know when they say, "It made me laugh&amp;nbsp;and cry" well this&amp;nbsp;movie, &lt;em&gt;The Help&lt;/em&gt; was&amp;nbsp;like that&amp;nbsp;for me. There was so much joy and love and sorrow I had to place my hand on my emotional&amp;nbsp;heart to calm it down. This also left me with a lot to think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_tieb7h="95"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1fc3lb="137"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_taqavy="175"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_l89z53="130"&gt;The setting is in&amp;nbsp;Jackson, Mississippi at the dawn of the Civil Rights movement. With a narrow focus on the lives of&amp;nbsp;an unseeming relationship of three extraordinary women. Aibileen and her best friend Minny both African-American maids working in white households. And Skeeter a recent graduate, wanting to&amp;nbsp;inerview them after an initiative is passed by her intolerant friend Hilly.&amp;nbsp;An initiative&amp;nbsp;to have all helps use separate bathrooms&amp;nbsp;from their employer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_tieb7h="95"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1fc3lb="138"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_taqavy="346"&gt;Each of these women's lives were intricately woven with the plot which was easily understood.&amp;nbsp; I loved Aibileen's quiet wisdom, Minny's sass, Skeeter's optimism and Hilly..well, what would&amp;nbsp;this story be without mean ignorance. I didn't want this movie to end, but all good things do.&amp;nbsp;It's well worth seeing, so grab&amp;nbsp;your girlfriends and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2326239711952376351-1390195725088910142?l=cesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I'd like nothing more to have&amp;nbsp;my first manuscript&amp;nbsp;completed, by none other then the book fairies.&amp;nbsp;However,&amp;nbsp;what I want&amp;nbsp;more then anything &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;sleep on a bed of clouds a million miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2326239711952376351-1431724102834165890?l=cesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And let me tell you, it was incredible. Granted the line was out the wazoo getting in and never mind my feet&amp;nbsp;were throbbing. Soon enough all of that&amp;nbsp;was forgotten. I get in&amp;nbsp;the ballroom and there's a sea of mostly women, either standing on lines or walking around long aisles of tables clutching their books and tote bags -undoudtedly full of more books. Many of whom are taking pictures&amp;nbsp;with their&amp;nbsp; favorite authors&amp;nbsp;or talking enthusatically&amp;nbsp;with them. I was no different once I&amp;nbsp;was there. FYI&amp;nbsp;I was told 400 authors attended this&amp;nbsp;conference which was and still is&amp;nbsp;mind boggling.&amp;nbsp;I quickly&amp;nbsp;integrated myself into the crowd and followed the names on the tables alphabetically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I met Brenda Jackson first, what a generous woman, not only did I leave her table with an autograph and picture but I also got a cute bag!&amp;nbsp; Then Eloisa James,&amp;nbsp;who was so gracious and sweet. After some crowd navagation I met Suzanne Brockmann, she was one of the few I had my eyes on from the beginning. I have to admit it felt as though I was meeting an old friend. And couldn't&amp;nbsp;help but talk on and on about the characters as though they were&amp;nbsp;real.&amp;nbsp; When ever I read a book, I'm utterly and completely drawn into that world.&amp;nbsp;Before long I was at &amp;nbsp;Roxanne St. Claire's table,&amp;nbsp;who was an oh-so-ever sweetheart, she took the time out to take up to five pictures until it came out right. Thanks a bunch! And on and on like this it went when&amp;nbsp;I met these extraordinary authors. I only wish there was twenty or thiry more&amp;nbsp;of me to read&amp;nbsp;each and everyone one of their work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Brenda Jackson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eloisa James&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Roxanne St. Clarie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Beer tasting anyone? Well,&amp;nbsp;this evening I had the pleasure of doing just that at a small and trendy restaurant called Dandelion, in Philadelpha. I've never done anything quite like it before, beer in small shot glasses, we -&amp;nbsp;meaning the group of twenty&amp;nbsp;who attended- were served six&amp;nbsp;course sample dishes. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pazqYdqrNMw/TggPRvqIGJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/eEtHB9Au3c8/s1600/beer+tasting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pazqYdqrNMw/TggPRvqIGJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/eEtHB9Au3c8/s320/beer+tasting.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the samples were new to me.&amp;nbsp; The first course was a British Cheese Board, with a variety of cheeses, now I wish I'd taken notes because out all the cheeses all I remembered was the goat one, and it was good. It was followed with a light beer, called Franziskaner Hefeweizen (yeah, it's a mouth full).&amp;nbsp;The next&amp;nbsp;course was Gazpacho, a cold tomatoe soup -yum, followed by a slightly darker brew called Yards IPA. The third course&amp;nbsp;we had Crab Toasties, it was more like melted cheese on toast, I didn't get it? But I didn't hated either. Followed by -you guessed it another brew,&amp;nbsp;called Well's Bombardier. One think I learned was that the darker the brew the more potent the taste. I must confess my tastebuds were reeling from the insult, however I was a soldier and drank without cringing. Then we had Fish Cakes, one of the&amp;nbsp;least fanciest course we had, it was a stuffed ball of fish served with tarter sauce and a foreign thousand island sauce. The beer that accompanied it was called Victory Summer Love,&amp;nbsp;it was similar in taste to the first light beer I sampled. The fifth course was Chicken and Duck Liver Parfait, which was surprisingly delicious,&amp;nbsp;it looked a lot like peanut butter with raisin a on top. Paired with a smooth Scottish ale called Cock O' the Walk (like that huh). And my favorite part dessert, we had Chocolate Graham Pudding and it was the BOMB! It was so good I had two. The beer that went with this one was sweet literaly with a name like Young's Double Stout Milk/Sweet Stout how could I not, it was&amp;nbsp;chocolate beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;There was more to this outing then the beer and food. I met some incredible people. The whole point of this was to&amp;nbsp;converge, meet&amp;nbsp;and mingle with new people and I wasn't disappointed.&amp;nbsp;I was engaged in conversation with everyone at our table, I wasn't bored which was one of my biggest conerns. I felt as though I were in an episode of Sex and the City,&amp;nbsp; I was chatting with incredibly beautiful and suscessful women and men. I loved every moment of this. And I look forward to our next get together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2326239711952376351-2084712243594475718?l=cesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here’s my question with an obvious plea for inspiration: What is it about certain heroes that makes them unforgettable? Why do some jump off the page and rip out our hearts and take complete ownership of our soul? Who are your favorite heroes and why? &lt;br /&gt;
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He’s not just a hero, he’s a superhero. He embodies what superheroes usually are: tall, dark, and handsome (which can be optional). With a persona that’s larger then life: mysterious, powerful, fearless, with a dash of bruteness or wittiness. Oh, and let’s not forget his arsenal of wealth. However, despite all of that the hero doesn’t captivate me until I see his vulonerability. His loss of control when he’s around the heroine. And when he harnesses his awesome superhero abilities (as listed above), to protect her, please her and win her. Yes, that is when I fall in love with him. &lt;br /&gt;
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Since, we’re on the Linda Howard bandwagon, one of her many heroes that I happen to love is Diaz from Cry No More. He’s the strong and really silent type, and when he loves his woman he doesn’t say it, he just her tampons when she needs it, does her laundry and makes sweet, sweet love to her, for her sake (sigh). &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone whose a fan of Suzanne Brockmann is aware of her series of extraordinary group of Navy SEAL’s and their equally compelling heroines. Each of her books consists of multiple storylines, all of which are intertwined in the plot. This story is no different, this time you have ex FBI agent Alyssa Locke leading Troubleshooters, an elite&amp;nbsp;group of former and current Navy SEAL’s, their assignment is a simple one;&amp;nbsp;protect a newly elected Assemblywoman from a "potential" threat. In the mean time Navy Seal Dan Gillman is asked to guard chief of staff Jenn. The intimacy is instant but Dan is hiding a medical problem. The situation quickly turns for the worst when the threat turns to murder. And the killer known as the dentist, is after none other then Alyssa Locke. &lt;br /&gt;
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Brockmann excels when it comes to the inner workings of the alpha males of Navy SEAL’s . And there is no other ensemble I love, love more then Sam and Alyssa, they are the ultimate power couple. &lt;em&gt;Gone Too Far&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;written in 2003, was their official story.&amp;nbsp;In this one&amp;nbsp;Sam is&amp;nbsp;a former Navy SEAL, working at Troubleshooter under his wife,&amp;nbsp;Alyssa Locke, now a mother of 10 month old (Ashton). Really? Where does she come up with this stuff, it’s great! The stories are page turners, with nonstop action and humor to boot. I’m always on the edge of my seat, I never know what to expect. My recommendation is BUY IT !&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dr. Nick Polchak, Prof. Of Entomology at North Carolina&amp;nbsp;State is a genius, a man who understands bugs more than&amp;nbsp;people.&amp;nbsp;He is engaged to be married in less then a week to an equally eccentric woman, dog trainer Alena Savard. Premarital discord ensues when Nick finds it necessary to help a colleague on an cold case&amp;nbsp;requirng his forensic expertise. Nick arrives in Pennsylvania only to find his friend murdered and makes it his mission to find out why? With&amp;nbsp;Nick missing and a wedding date looming, what is a fiancée to do but to track him down with her pack of dogs. This case only deepens when nothing is what it seems, leaving you wondering if&amp;nbsp;Nick and Alena will&amp;nbsp;make it to the alter and whose the murderer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me tell you a secret (alright maybe a&amp;nbsp;not so secret, secret). Growing up I couldn't stand my mom (sorry mom but it's true and I"m sure you knew). We had nothing in common, she was totally old school, not a very affectionate type either. It was do your chores, do this, do that. And boy was mom ever quick to punish. Spare the rod, spoil the child type of stuff. I tried to convince myself that I was switched at birth, however the family resemblance thing couldn't be written off. &lt;br /&gt;
Then on day, I can't quite put my hands on when, I just knew I was in my early twenties when I realized my mom and I were becoming friends. She wanted my opinion on things. We cracked jokes, talked about men and enjoyed&amp;nbsp;each others&amp;nbsp;company. I vilified her earlier&amp;nbsp;but that was through the eyes of an adolescent.&amp;nbsp;She was always tough with me growing up, but always fair. I always had a home cooked meal when I came home, clothes were always clean. She let me go on sleepovers and encouraged my interests, be it athletics or hobbies. These are things I didn't appreciate so long ago, things I'm now acknowledging.&amp;nbsp;Marie, you're such a remarkable woman and I wouldn't trade you for the world. Thanks, mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love you always,&lt;br /&gt;
Your Daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2326239711952376351-304734734026892018?l=cesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ayisyen nou renmen baton anpil? I’m amazed when I hear people think that Duvalier can “rebuild Haiti” really? He never did anything of significance when he was in Haiti. He robbed it and applied a reign of terror to those who may or may not be against him. Jean-Claude was just sitting lovely in his Palace collecting&amp;nbsp;financial aid &amp;nbsp;from the US when he laxed on human rights violations. Now, he's back and apologizes to no one, willing to fight all charges for his past crimes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Bay kou bliye, pote mak sonje." -The giver of the blow forgets, the carrier of the mark remembers. If you want a government who gives no rights then you don’t need Duvalier, just elect any thug off the streets and Haiti will be back to what it was 30 years ago. Let’s not take steps back but expect a better future for Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;
If you want more information &lt;a href="http://www.radiosoleil.com/"&gt;http://www.radiosoleil.com/&lt;/a&gt; is a good source of Haitian news. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Get&amp;nbsp;a Better Education&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Take a Trip&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Volunteer to Help Others&lt;/li&gt;
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And, in parting from you now,&lt;br /&gt;
Thus much let me avow--&lt;br /&gt;
You are not wrong, who deem&lt;br /&gt;
That my days have been a dream;&lt;br /&gt;
Yet if hope has flown away&lt;br /&gt;
In a night, or in a day,&lt;br /&gt;
In a vision, or in none,&lt;br /&gt;
Is it therefore the less gone?&lt;br /&gt;
All that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;
Is but a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stand amid the roar&lt;br /&gt;
Of a surf-tormented shore,&lt;br /&gt;
And I hold within my hand&lt;br /&gt;
Grains of the golden sand--&lt;br /&gt;
How few! yet how they creep&lt;br /&gt;
Through my fingers to the deep,&lt;br /&gt;
While I weep--while I weep!&lt;br /&gt;
O God! can I not grasp&lt;br /&gt;
Them with a tighter clasp?&lt;br /&gt;
O God! can I not save&lt;br /&gt;
One from the pitiless wave?&lt;br /&gt;
Is all that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;
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I was definitely&amp;nbsp;intrigued and freaked out a bit. My nephew&amp;nbsp;believed what he saw, he&amp;nbsp;was very specific with details all the while every calm.&amp;nbsp;If he could be&amp;nbsp; nonchalant about it, why couldn't I? So, I&amp;nbsp;told him the only thing that came to mind: call me if you see&amp;nbsp;the ghost again.&amp;nbsp;As&amp;nbsp;compelling a witness&amp;nbsp;as Isaiah is, he's&amp;nbsp; still a child with a child's overactive imagination.&amp;nbsp;It's possible he could've dreamed the guy up the night before now in the dark coupled with&amp;nbsp;the excitement of the game&amp;nbsp;he imagined he saw "him". I know it's probably a stretch. it's either that or&amp;nbsp;accept that &amp;nbsp;my nephew is a conduit to spirits.&amp;nbsp;To be clear&amp;nbsp;unless I see it myself, I'll always be on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been in a slump these last two weeks. My car was wrecked by a hit and run driver, on Halloween no less. What was shocking to me was the that the officer who arrived on the scene wasn't surprised, apparently he get lots of calls on Sunday morning from car owners with damaged cars. Drunk drivers are the culprits.&amp;nbsp;And the chances of&amp;nbsp;finding the SOB responsible for this next to&amp;nbsp;never. Now, here I am paying for a rental car out of pocket. This isn't fair. I&amp;nbsp;wrote a letter to City Hall about this, but never sent it, short of more police presence I didn't see how things would be any different. I'm live in the city with a larger population so&amp;nbsp;it's unavoidable. Look how the mess with my girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2326239711952376351-3782859981026716716?l=cesther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This novel centers on a&amp;nbsp;young woman&amp;nbsp;named May who through the course of a brutal&amp;nbsp;attack, returns home both broken and scarred.&amp;nbsp;May is taken in and&amp;nbsp;cared for by a wonderful farmer named Claudius.&amp;nbsp;He becomes&amp;nbsp;a father figure and a friend,&amp;nbsp;teaching her self reliance among other things. Years later&amp;nbsp;we find May is still isolating&amp;nbsp;herself from the world on the farm.&amp;nbsp;Until an&amp;nbsp;unexpected friendship with an old flame gradually changes her. His&amp;nbsp;circumstance&amp;nbsp;becomes the&amp;nbsp;key to her "resurrection".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I enjoyed this novel it was poignant&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;vivid. I found myself teary eyed during May's ordeal and hungry for those&amp;nbsp;rich home&amp;nbsp;cookin' meals.&amp;nbsp;I adored many of the characters who were&amp;nbsp;instrumental in May's life.&amp;nbsp;Ressurrection is&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;beautifully written&amp;nbsp;story of faith without being preachy. The only blotch&amp;nbsp;was the&amp;nbsp;repetitive background stories&amp;nbsp;and routines,&amp;nbsp;they were&amp;nbsp;unnecessary. Beyond that I would absolutely recommend this book to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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