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A Soldier’s Embrace is a sweet, yet exciting story. The characters are captivating and the settings are perfect. The dialogue between the characters is well written and realistic. Ms. Romero has written a great historical romance.
Bonnie-Lass
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
Bonnie-Lass
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Happy almost Valentine's day~!
I really am lucky. My husband is wonderful. What more could a woman want? Even after almost 13 years of marriage, he still makes my heart pound. I never imagined I could be so lucky.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Mucus, friend or foe?
Yay! I figured out how to log on. If it weren't for my husband or for my sister in law, I wouldn't know how to turn on the T.V. Remember the days when we had a simple pull on push off knob? Nothing is that simple anymore. Thank God I have my husband.
I've been coughing almost nonstop through this wonderful new year. Hacking my husband calls it. He usually says this as he's rolling over in bed, his pillow poised to cram over his head. What he doesn't know is it's an overt cough. I'm getting him back for his snoring slash gurgle slash intermediate leg jiggle.
I can't go anywhere without a tissue box these days. I never know when I might I have the need to cough up a lung. Honestly, where does all this mucus come from? Yesterday I blew my nose for a solid minute. I went through three Kleenex's before I noticed I was drawing a crowd. My arms actually grew numb from holding that position. I finally had to sit Indian style on my chair just so I could have something to prop my elbows on.
When I was younger, I could be sick as a dog in the morning and out playing by mid afternoon. Now I have to squeeze my butt cheeks together so I don't sneeze and fart at the same time. God, I sound so old.
Happy New Year!
I've been coughing almost nonstop through this wonderful new year. Hacking my husband calls it. He usually says this as he's rolling over in bed, his pillow poised to cram over his head. What he doesn't know is it's an overt cough. I'm getting him back for his snoring slash gurgle slash intermediate leg jiggle.
I can't go anywhere without a tissue box these days. I never know when I might I have the need to cough up a lung. Honestly, where does all this mucus come from? Yesterday I blew my nose for a solid minute. I went through three Kleenex's before I noticed I was drawing a crowd. My arms actually grew numb from holding that position. I finally had to sit Indian style on my chair just so I could have something to prop my elbows on.
When I was younger, I could be sick as a dog in the morning and out playing by mid afternoon. Now I have to squeeze my butt cheeks together so I don't sneeze and fart at the same time. God, I sound so old.
Happy New Year!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
I Can't Say Bloody Hell at Christmas~!
This is my first post. My sister in law got tired of my excuses as to why I haven't set up my own blog and took the process over. Thank God. Well, it's 2:30 Christmas morning and Santa hasn't shown up yet. No tiny hoof dancing on the roof, although there was a shot gun blast some where out back. I didn't go check. Hey, gun shot, Santa's missing in action. Gulp.
My husband's on my last nerve. He likes it there.
Merry Christmas and to all a good night!
My husband's on my last nerve. He likes it there.
Merry Christmas and to all a good night!
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