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One of the girls I work with at the bar…Love her shirt.

Go Canada Go!

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I absolutely love this video from Michael J Fox. The outdoor rink is a common playground for Canadian kids, although I never got to play on one that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean, I did play on many. The video’s called “Its our Game” and shows much of how we feel about hockey, and how it’s part of our heritage here in Canada- but more than that, I love that it’s Michael J Fox in the video. A strong and courageous man, he lives with Parkinsons disease, and inspires me to be strong, and fight for my own health and happiness every day.

Tomorrow is the gold medal match between Canada and the USA, and I know I’ll be glued to the tv watching it when I should be writing. I admit I’m not a super huge hockey fan, but I do watch it occasionally, and I definitely want to cheer on Team Canada. I love going to the Oilers games here in town, and enjoy watching them with groups of friends, but for me it’s more about the energy of things than the actual hockey. It’s so much fun to get caught up in the energy and cheering and all that sort of thing.

I was reading a blog post somewhere about the Olympic Hockey games after the Canada and Russia game and the comments were mostly Americans and Canadians talking about wanting to see the two teams int eh gold medal round for a re-match. One comment really stuck with me though, because it came across as really nasty. Some guy went on about how it was stupid how much Canadians got into it, and that we sucked and the US was better in everything else so why not just let the canadians win as it’s all we have. The thing that struck me in reading the replies to that comment were that they were all from other Americans, all telling the guy to shut up and that he was an idiot and if he didn’t care about it why was he there…and so on. Not one Canadian went on to bad mouth the guy or defend our attitude about hockey. I loved that no Canadian went on and dignified his comment as much as I loved the American ones who went on there and told the guy to fuck off. :)

Last night I worked in the bar when Canada and Slovakia played the last elimination game. When Canada won and it became clear it was USA and Canada for the gold again, it sparked a conversation.

I love that it’s Canada and the USA, not just because there’s always a sort of rivalry there, but also because we’re the same continent. It make it clear that the best players are from North America. Then there were a couple of others that hated that it was Canada vs the USA because they’d rather lose to anyone other than the USA. There was no in between in this conversation. Everyone felt one way or the other, and I wondered…Are you Canadian or American? and how do you feel about Canada vs USA in the Gold Medal round?

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I’m over at Genreality today. Drop by and tell me if you think the beginning of a story is important, as a writer – and as a reader.

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I’m not sure if it’s because I’m getting older, or because the games are in Vancouver this year, but for whatever reason, I have to admit I’m more into watching them than I’ve ever been before. There’s been some amazing things to see, and I’m so glad I’ve been watching.

NBC aired this pre-recorded video clip before the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games with Tom Brokaw explaining the relationship between the US and Canada. I found it when someone linked to it on Twitter, and I wanted to share it with more people. It’s worth watching.

Now if only I could find a clip of the opening ceremony when the whales and salmon were swimming.That was my favorite scene.

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The lovely Raine Weaver has given me a Prolific Blogger Award.
Go to her site and check out the picture that she posted with it.

This award is to help us spread the word about regular bloggers, so we can all do some surfing and hopefully find some new haunts.

The rules:
Every winner of the Prolific Blogger Award has to pass on this award to at least seven other deserving prolific bloggers. Spread some love!
Each Prolific Blogger must link to the blog from which he/she has received the award.
Every Prolific Blogger must link back to This Post, which explains the origins and motivation for the award.
Every Prolific Blogger must visit this post and add his/her name in the Mr. Linky, so that we all can get to know the other winners.

Oh, and now to name the ones I’m awarding…

Charlene Teglia, Delilah Devlin, Jordan Summers,Beth Williamson,
and the Writeminded group blog. (that should count for 5 people. 6 is you count Sharon and Maya. :) )

Thanks for blogging everyone. I love visiting you on a regular basis.

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Motivation can be fickle for me. I always get most motivated at night. I could blame the years of working nights but I have to be honest, I’ve always been a night owl. When I was growing up I was the kid that had to be chased to bed, and then checked on to make sure I wasn’t reading in bed with a flashlight – or uhmm…as a teenager that I was even in bed. Yes, I admit it. I skipped out my bedroom a time or two. I’ve always been the last out of bed in the morning, even on Christmas morning. There’s just something about the dark and the night that gives me energy. Mental and physical.

However, it’s not a good thing when you got to bed thinking, planning and all motivated, but then don’t follow through the next day. Not just because then I don’t get things done, but because it starts a new habit. A Lazy habit. A habit of not doing what I say I’m going to do. Sure, I’m only breaking promises I make to myself, but is that better, or worse than breaking promises I’ve made to others? I think it’s worse.

I used to always do what I said I was going to do. Always.
Then somehow it stopped happening. To be blunt, it stopped happening about the time I started to make writing my first priority. Then other things started to get shuffled aside. Friends, birthday dinners, work shifts, my own healthy habits -all for the sake of writing. If you’ve been following this blog for a while you’ll know that I’ve been struggling to find balance with things for a long time, and *knock on wood* I think I might have found it. It’s not easy, but then again, the good things in life rarely are.

Maybe in a month I’ll talk more about it again, but right now, I’m not willing to jinx myself. Yes, I’m superstitious that way. I will tell you how I started to reform myself though. I sat down and I thought hard, and then I wrote down what my top three priorities in life are. Everyday I look at those priorities, and it helps me stay on track.

A tip, make sure your put time for YOU on that list. My Me Time includes reading time, movies, and being social with friends and family. Not every day, but I don’t ever want to push that aside for work, of any kind, again.

There’s a saying that sounds trite, but needs to be repeated more often.Work t o live. Don’t live to work. And when you follow this- or at least when I follow this- my work (writing) gets better. Funny huh?

I have a small book of quotes from strong women on life and love here. Share what saying has motivated you lately in the comments for a chance to win it.

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Okay, so I found this free app for my iPod that’s full of sex facts. I had to get it, you never know when this trivia can come in handy. I had to share some of my favorites with you.

~The most common fantasy is Oral Sex.

~Cum actually adds vitamins to your body when swallowed- and it’s said to whiten your teeth! (I must have a hero use this fact to convince a heroine to do the job right. )

~If a woman experiences orgasm during sex she’s more likely to become pregnant as the pelvic muscles contracting can help move sperm along to the uterus.

~Sex burns about 70-120 calories for a130 pound woman, 77-155 for a 170 pound man.

~Impotence is grounds for divorce in 26 U.S states.

~During sweaty sex men ooze testosterone, which can actually increase arousal for women.

~The average number of erections a man has in a day is 11.

What do you think? Got any to add?

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The cover and blurb is finally up for my Samhain eBook release., ONe Weekend, so I thought I’d tease y’all a bit with an excerpt.

Release date: April 6, 2010 from Samhain Publishing

Three lovers. Two days. One bed…

Angie Wilson is a lucky girl. She loves her job, her life, and her man, Rick Craig. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?

One of the worst heat waves in memory has hit town, and by Friday Angie is ready to really let loose. Craig and his best friend, Mark, are chilling on the patio with cold beer when she gets home from work, and the three get comfortable. As the night moves on and the talk turns to sex, Angie longs for more than just cool air on her bare skin.

And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it.

Who wants an introduction to Angie and the boys? Read on….

The second I entered the apartment my clothes started coming off. I kicked off my heels, dropped my skirt and peeled off my starched white blouse as I walked to the kitchen. I’d worked hard to become a CPA and I loved the work, but the uptight clothes required in our office were not what I would call comfortable. Opening the fridge I just stood there…a soft moan of pleasure slipping from between my lips as cool air finally hit bare skin.
“Ange?” Rick’s voice floated in from the balcony.
My pulse kicked up a notch, and I smiled softly. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make my heart turn over. Rick Craig was my perfect match, my other half. “In the kitchen,” I called back.
“Bring a couple more beers when you come out here, will you?”
“Sure, baby.”
Eager to shake off the tension of the day I grabbed a bottle of white wine and a couple of beers from the fridge. Bottle opener and wineglass in one hand, beers in the other, I headed out to the balcony with full hands.
Three steps from the sliding doors I realized that Rick wasn’t alone outside, and hesitated. It was easy to identify the other voice as Mark Hoffman, Rick’s best friend. I glanced down at the sheer bra and panties barely covering my parts, and a deliciously naughty heat surged through me. It wasn’t like Mark had never seen me in a bikini or something.
“Here you go,” I said as I swept aside the curtain and stepped out onto the balcony. Stopping short I glanced from Rick to Mark, all wide-eyed innocence. “Oh! Hi, Mark.”
“Hey, Angie.” Pure male appreciation was clear in the look he gave me.
“Hey, baby, come here.” Rick held out his hand, a knowing smile curving his lips. Confident in my love, Rick enjoyed watching me flirt with and tease other men almost as much as I enjoyed doing it.
I leaned down and gave him a lingering kiss, fully aware of Mark’s heated gaze on my ass the whole time. Straightening up, I handed out the beers before stretching out on the empty lounger next to them. The heat was killer when covered in clothes and stuck at a desk, air-conditioned office or no, but stretched out with a glass of chilled wine, it was bearable. Almost pleasant. “How long have you boys been out here drinking?”
“’Bout an hour,” Rick answered. “How was work?”
“It sucked. The heat is making people crazy. Janice almost took a swing at a client because he called her sweetheart.”
“Is she?”
Rick snorted at Mark’s question. “Janice is one scary muther. Think tough as Gemma from Sons of Anarchy only ugly and fifty pounds heavier.”
“Hey,” I said as they laughed. “Janice is a sweetheart. You just have to get to know her.”
Rick smirked. “Mark might be looking for a girlfriend, but no matter what you say, Janice is not his type.”
Mark glanced away at that and took a deep pull from the beer in his hand. I raised an eyebrow. To say I was surprised was putting it mildly. Mark had a well-earned reputation as a player. “You’re looking for a girlfriend? Seriously?”
Shaggy blond hair and deep blue eyes made Mark a good looking guy—not to mention tall and ripped with muscles that made grown women drool—but it was his easy confidence and sexual swagger that always got him the girl. Well, almost always. It might’ve been Mark who’d first caught my eye the night I’d met the boys, but it was Rick who’d caught my heart.
“I don’t remember you ever having trouble finding a woman before, Mark. What’s the problem?”
“None of them are you, babe.” Mark’s patented grin flashed, but his gaze held a certain intensity when he looked at me and my breath stuttered. “You broke my heart when you chose Rick over me. And I’m not sure he’s willing to share.”
Warmth that had nothing to do with the sun swept over me, and I swallowed a gasp. The man had just hit on my most secret fantasy, the one that had plagued me since the first night I met the guys. Guilty pleasure had me glancing at Rick only to find him watching us both, a speculative gleam in his dark eyes. “She can be hard to satisfy sometimes.”
“Rick.” Heat crept up my neck.
“Greedy is she?”
My man nodded sagely. “Insatiable even.”
Mark reached down and adjusted himself obviously. “Another guy might come in handy.”
“A relief pitcher…of sorts,” Rick said with a grin that had me wondering what the hell he was up to.
Mark grinned back at him. “Double the dick. Double the pleasure.”
Both men turned to me, and I squirmed. I was totally turned on and a bit embarrassed about it. Bravado was the obvious way to go.
“Well, I do love sex,” I said with false casualness as I lay back and closed my eyes again. “But I doubt even both of you could totally satisfy me.”
“Ohhh.”
“Ouch!”
I ignored their groans of mock pain and pretended there was nothing strange about the conversation, or my laying around in my lingerie, but the tension was building.

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Some of you might remember me taking a photoshop course last year as I posted some of my efforts here. Well, I took it again this year, and this is one of the things I did. Cool huh?

Click on the image to see a larger version if you can’t read this one.

Oh, and in case you missed it, thats the cover for my April release, a short uncomplicated sexy romp of a story to heat you up.

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When I was growing up we moved around a lot. Every two or three years we’d move, and not just to another place int he same city,. When we moved it was not only to a different city, but usually to a different province. By the time I was 12 I’d lived all over Western Canada from British Columbia to Northern Ontario. Of course there were times when I’d get lonely or upset because I had to leave friends behind, and my Mom always told me. “Don’t worry, you’ll make new friends.” And I did. I wasn’t exactly a shy child.

The thing is, because of this I also learned at young age that sometime those people you hang out with or play with, aren’t really your friend. I was always an outsider, even if I was popular. This is a lesson I’ve always remembered even after I left home and moved around on my own. As an adult I still tend to move often. However, I’ve managed to make my moves every 5-10 years instead of every 2-3 years. But somethings never change.

This might seem off topic, but stay with me….I’ve been doing spring cleaning for a few months now..(Yes, It’s a work-inprogress) and in one of my old old file drawers I found this letter/essay thing I wrote. This was written fifteen years when I got my first computer,(I was 25 at the time) and I wanted to write a special christmas card for my mom, who has always been my best friend. The copy I have of it is still on the nice christmas paper I used. LOL

Now I know it’s not christmas, but I just found this again, and I think the sentiment stands year round.

A Friend

When I was young I used to laugh at my mother when she said a person was lucky if they could count the number of friends they had on one hand. I decided I was lucky because I needed two hands and a few toes to count all of my friends.

A short Ten years later I now only need one hand to count all of my friends. But now I know what a FRIEND is.

A FRIEND is there for you when nobody else is. Yet they are not always there when everyone else is.
A FRIEND gives you a shoulder to cry on and then something to laugh about.
A FRIEND is someone you can be stupid with and yet, not feel stupid.
A FRIEND is where you turn to when you feel there is nowhere to turn.
A FRIEND is someone that makes you want to be a friend in return.

I wish you a Merry Christmas MY FRIEND.

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