Romance Anthology Update (and other stuff)
Current mood: busy

I can't believe summer is over already.  I've had a crazy/busy summer.  Football practice started at the beginning of August (whose freakin idea was that?!?) and I've been carting my son off to practiver e-v-e-r-y-n-i-g-h-t.  Getting up at 5:00 a.m. and getting home at 9:00 p.m. makes for a long day.  Anyway, Go Falcons! (PG Falcons, that is).

We received some great entries for the Romance Anthology.  Thanks to everyone who submitted.  We're in the putting everything together stage now, and we've got some room to throw in a few ads for anyone who would like a half-page space or full page.  Send your inquiries to WWAnthologySubmissions@gmail.com and please put "Romance Antho Ad" in the subject line.  If you have any questions, you might want to shoot an email off to us there rather than the MySpace page for fear we might not get to it here right away. 

All you romance authors who want some publicity might consider advertising in the anthology.

I'll be featuring a contest, beginning in September, and running to the release of my novel, Love's Web.  Look for information on my website www.vemathis.com.  That's it for now.  Keep on writing!

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And then the fight started!

Have a good laugh, I know I did.

After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
 
She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.
 
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.
 
She said, 'you should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.'

And then the fight started...

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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.

My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'
 
'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'
 
'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'
 
And then the fight started...

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I rear-ended a car this morning. So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny?
 
Yeah, well I couldn't believe it... he was a DWARF!!!
 
He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!!!'
 
So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then which one are you?'
 
And then the fight started...

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Free Reads!!
Current mood: blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Looking for something to do on this long weekend?  How about reading a good story?  Cacoethes Publishing House has several free stories available for your enjoyment.  Check out titles by authors AJ Hampton, Dan Moran, and Sage Whistler.  Grab a glass of lemonade, put your feet up and enjoy!http://www.cacoethespublishing.net/

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And the Oscar goes to...
Category: Life

This is a long one…

So Thursday, I get a call from my 4^th graders' Vice-Principal, telling me my son was sent to his office for "consistent misbehavior."  The two—not one—but two teachers who sent him to the Vice-Principal's office NEVER send their misbehaviors to him.  I could only imagine what horror little Mr. Justin had done. Obviously something reprehensible.  My overly active imagination pictured some poor kid mangled and bleeding, or worse, dead, at the hands of my incorrigible little monster.  He put Justin on the phone so he could tell me what he'd done.  My actor-in-training got on the phone; voice quivering, (I could see the tears welling up in his eyes), barely able to speak.  "Ma?"  Deep breath.  "What did you do Justin?" I asked.  "The teacher told us to take out our math books, and I...(wait for it)  breathed." 

Honestly, I wanted to laugh, but the disciplinarian in me had to be stern.  I won't share with you what I said, but it ended with me saying "you will regret me coming home this evening."  As the day went on, I conjured up punishment that wouldn't send child services knocking on my door.  But, the kicker came about 2:30 when he called after school.  He was his jovial, bubbly, happy-go-lucky self.  Never mind I was fit to be tied.  He asked me, "can we spend some time together tonight?  You know.  Play a video game or watch RENT?"  WTF?  Can you say "wrapped around his finger?"

We actually did spend time together that evening.  It's a good thing I didn't kill him.  I had to save my energy for Friday; when I got a call from my oldest sons' school.  He got 10 days for fighting.  He doesn't go back to school until June 2^nd.  Four days before summer recess!   Deep sigh.  And I wonder where Justin gets it. 

Being a single parent is tough; whether you're male or female.  Either way, you have to be both mother and father.  You have to administer hugs and kisses and console them through boo-boo's and broken hearts; and, in my case, let them know you'll "bust their chest wide open", if you have to.  I sincerely hope I earn a spot in heaven.  And if I do, all I can say is my husband better bend over and kiss his ass good-bye!!     

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Word Weavers Romance Anthology
Category: Writing and Poetry

Word Weavers is putting together an anthology of romance. Poetry and short stories only, no erotica please. Short story submissions should be between 2,500 - 6,500 words. Authors can submit up to three pieces of work as long as the total doesn't exceed the 6,500 max. Check out the site for more information: Word Weavers Romance Anthology

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Rotation
Category: Blogging

Some of you may have noticed I rotate my "top twelve friends" list.  Since I'm here to network, I figure rotating the list is a good way to bring people to my page.  Some of my family and close friends (who shall remain nameless) have asked why they aren't always in the "top."  It's not because I don't love you guys.  You'll get there.  Eventually.  In addition to rotating the list, I've decided to drop by your page and leave a message.  So, heads up.  Drive-by hellos are on the way.  If you feel so inclined, tell a sista hello in return!     

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"Overdriven"
Current mood: ecstatic
Category: Writing and Poetry

New story published in Dogzplot Literary Journal, here on MySpace.  http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=229160168&blogID=355984953

Comments are welcomed!  Thanks for your support.

Verdi

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GIANTS, BAY-BEE!!!
Current mood: jubilant

Woo-hoo!  Yeah, I'm cheesin right about now.  My BFF, Konnie is a huge Patriots fan.  She has the Patriots jacket, Patriots sweatshirts (don't know how many), Tom Brady jersey...get the picture?  All football season, all I've heard is "The Pats this and the Pats that."  "Tom Brady this and Tom Brady that."  AND we work together!!!  Pats info posted all over the wall to her office, on the office door.  Sheesh!  So, I KNOW I'm gonna be in the dog house for a minute after this, but THE NY GIANTS WON THE SUPERBOWL AGAINST WHO...?  THE NE PATRIOTS!!

Okay.  Alright.  I'll admit I'm not the biggest NY Giants fan.  In fact, they're my second team.  I root for the home team, so in my case, the Redskins.  I figure, since I'm moving to NY (someday...even if it's only in my dreams) I can root for them too.  And root I did.  Man that was a good game.  GIANTS, BAY-BEE!

Okay.  Enough of that.  Back to writing.  But I had to gloat for a minute. 

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Crap! I got tagged

I was tagged by Julia.

If you've been tagged you have to write a blog with 16 weird, random things, facts, habits, or goals about yourself. Then Tag ten other poor saps ..I mean friends...

At the end, choose 10 people to tag, listing their names and why you chose them. Let them know to read your blog. YOU CAN'T TAG THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU!

1.   I hate this tag game!
2.  I wake up every night between 3:00 and 3:30.
3.  I AM moving to NY (someday).
4.  I talk to myself alot.
5.  My favorite PS2 game is Shaun Palmer's Snowboarding.
6.  I have doubts about my writing skills.
7.  I do my own hair (twists, braids, etc.)
8.  I miss my husband so much at times that I pretend he's secretly in the witness protection program and will return to me someday (don't call the shrinks yet.  I said PRETEND)
9.  In college, I wanted to be a Delta..
10. Not speaking to Julia anymore.
11. I still want to be a Delta.
12.  I have a crush on somebody (who shall remain nameless).
13.  I often have dreams about the end of the world.
14.  I hate doing laundry.
15.  I named my truck Rico.
16.  I drink too much caffiene.

Glad that's over.  I'm tagging Konnie, Krystle, Keisha, Cortnie, David, Deborah, Rick, Joseph, Amelia, and the last lucky soul, Marie.  Because I can!

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His name is "Angel"

First, let me say, I'm not a drinker.  I may have a beer here and there, but for the most part, my beverage of choice is a Pepsi.  So Tuesday, I go out after work with a couple of "the girls" to hang out at Chevy's.  I hadn't been there before, so I ordered what they ordered.  They ordered Margaritas.  I've had Margaritas before so I figured I could handle it.  Mistake number 1.  The waiter came to the table to take our orders.  Nice looking, young, long curly hair pulled back in a ponytail.  Check it:  his name was  Angel.  After a couple sips (seriously, that's all it took) I landed in Margaritaville.  Every time he came to the table to check on us, all I could say was "His name is Angel."  But those Margaritas were HUGE.  Once Konnie gets the pictures uploaded, you'll see.  HUGE!  

I had a ball though.  Girls night out Rocks!  I guess the waiters knew what they were doing when they put us in a corner in the back.  They knew we were going to cut up, and cut up we did.   

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