Doing some very important research on rock climbing …

…and thought I’d share. I’m a giver like that.

You are welcome.

The brain wants what it wants.

How about you, what does your brain crave when it goes on strike? Are you like me, do you go in waves between TV and books? Or are you strictly one or the other?

Update:
Thanks to Random.org, #13 and #126 are the winners this time! Email me whether you want Kindle or paperback, and a couple of book choices. Oh and I’m so glad you all came out and played! I love it when you talk to me.

Original Post:
Which of the following, in any combination, happened to me yesterday:

1. Had a Man War with Kristan Higgins on Facebook, which she thinks she won.

2. Got caught by Youngest with a folder on my desktop that’s labeled “hot guys”, for said Facebook Man Wars.

3. Accidentally backed into the mailbox, tipped it over and broke it. This is the third time.

4. Meant to send a text to Alpha Man complaining about teenager but sent it directly to teenager instead. Ooops.

5. Started a fire in the microwave when I popped some popcorn and hit 20 minutes instead of 2 minutes. Again, oops.

6. Keep forgetting to remind you all about my upcoming Harlequin Blaze, title TIME OUT, hitting the shelves soon.

Go ahead, give it your best shot. I’ll draw a few winners from the correct guesses for a book from my backlist.

Something about it just makes me grin. I know, I’m still sixteen, sue me.

So here’s my question of the day . . .

DOES HE KNOW?

And maybe not writing.

We have for sure been eating a LOT.

We went and saw One For The Money, and then couldn’t decide what we thought about it …

But one thing we could decide on, taking pictures is way easier than writing.

I stayed up past my bedtime picking up a girlfriend at the airport. TIRED. But we’re having a Ranger weekend. Going to the opening of One For The Money. Can’t WAIT. What are your plans?

or …

… not so bare?

And while we’re here, how about fair and smiling?

Or dark and broody?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Update:
Thanks for playing! Loved your captions, all of them. Winners are:
1. Marc, who wrote “Here we see the Spotted Sadie camouflaged in her natural habitat. Proceed with caution, if awoken, she can terrorize an entire village into submission.”
2. Ashley, who wrote “You say downward facing dog, well how ’bout we try upward facing kitty.”
3. Melissa, who wrote “If I lie here looking all cute an cuddy maybe they won’t notice the dog missing ”
Email me with your snail mail and a few book choices.

Original Post:
Here’s Satan–er, Sadie. Owning the couch.

You know the drill, caption the photo. Youngest will be picking her favorites and three of you will win the book of their choice from my backlist. Now go forth and amuse us!!

I grabbed the snow gear and snow shoes and suited up.

Those are my feet, just to be clear. I headed into the woods with Ashes, who grumbled the whole time about NOT having snow shoes. Diva.

We start walking the trail . . .

And then suddenly I begin to wonder about all the odd snow covered shapes.

Huh.

A little creepy, you know? I start to feel a little nervous, like maybe I’m in pod people country, or I’ve made a turn into the Twilight zone . . .

What the heck is that?? Or these:

I look around and suddenly realize Ashes is sitting on my feet with her hair all fuzzed up. I don’t know about you, but that’s enough for me really. If Ashes is scared, count me in too. I’m thinking it’s time to go home.

Now.

Then I turn around and face this:

Okay, I realize this is just a tree covered in snow, but go with me on this. Alone in the woods, the sun has vanished, the dog is a little freaked, and then I realize.

I have NO idea where I am.

None.

Now I might seem a little off my rocker but I’m not stupid.

Really.

I retraced my own tracks, running past this poor fallen tree (or at least as much running as you can do while wearing snow shoes which trust me, is about as easy as running in flippers)

And then I see it.

My oasis.

My favorite place in the whole world.

Home.

Yeah. Now that I’m not lost and potential bear bait, things would be perfect — if only the case of Girl Scout cookies I’d ordered (for medicinal purposes of course) had arrived . . .

I’d like to know why they were standing on a railing above the streets of Los Angeles, but mostly, I am reminded that 19 years old or not, I can learn a lot from her ‘tude.

p.s. quote by Helen Keller.

p.s.s. do you have a quote that you love?