tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85659458845547200942023-11-16T06:00:39.373-06:00Teri Heyer, Writer/DreamerTeri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-28029953491583783072021-06-18T13:32:00.014-05:002021-06-18T14:14:03.809-05:00Writing, Painting and Books<p>A few years back my lifestyle changed and I switched from writing to painting. It was a fun thing I did with my grandkids. However, now that they're into their teens painting is no longer top on their lists of things to do. So what does a Nana/Grandma do but dig through boxes of unfinished stories and novels and start writing again? I'm going to try my hand at some teen novels and maybe I'll once again catch the interest of my grandkids. All three of them love to read, tell stories and write.</p><p>In the meantime, I'm still going to paint now and then because I enjoy doing so. After substitute teaching for the last four school years, I'm finally retired. So I have lots of time on my hands. I'm sure I can paint, write, read lots of books and continue to dream.</p><p>Before I forget, I've been reading lots of great, awesome, interesting, enjoyable books. Here's a list of the most recent ones. You can also check out my Goodreads pages for the books I've read over the last many years. There are a bunch of them. </p><p><b>A Pretty Deceit</b> by Anna Lee Huber (Verity Kent #4)</p><p><b>The Last Mrs. Summers </b>by Rhys Bowen (#14)</p><p><b>Silver Bay </b>by Jojo Moyes</p><p><b>Windfallen </b>by Jojo Moyes</p><p><b>The Ship of Brides </b>by Jojo Moyes</p><p><b>The Woman in the Green Dress </b>by Tea Cooper</p><p><b>Fled </b>by Meg Keneally</p><p><b>The Horse Thief </b>by Tea Cooper</p><p><b>The Beekeeper's Promise </b>by Fiona Valpy</p><p><b>The Bean Trees </b>by Barbara Kingsolver</p><p><b>Sea of Memories </b>by Fiona Valpy</p><p><b>Animal Dreams </b>by Barbara Kingsolver</p><p><b>The Tide Between Us </b>by Olive Collins</p><p><b>The Lost Girls of Devon </b>by Barbara O'Neal</p><p><b>The Saturday Evening Girls Club </b>by Jane Healey</p><p><b>White Hot </b>by Sandra Brown</p><p><b>The Magnolia Story </b>by Chip & Joanna Gaines</p><p><b>The Selection </b>by Kiera Cass</p><p>You might ask, what are you reading now? Well, I'm usually reading more than one book at a time. So here are my most current reads:</p><p><b>I, Eliza Hamilton </b>by Susan Holloway Scott</p><p><b>The Mark of the Assassin </b>by Daniel Silva</p><p><b>Brave Girl, Quiet Girl </b>by Catherine Ryan Hyde</p><p>I think you can tell that I love books. I hope that you do too.</p>Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-62442627482009457612016-07-30T17:21:00.000-05:002016-07-30T17:37:17.580-05:00A Journey Through BooksBooks have always been a major part of my life. I read in happy times and sad, and all those times in between. Sometimes I read to escape, other times for knowledge, most often for just the pure pleasure of reading.<br />
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I confess, I've not written a new blog post in simply ages. Sometimes life and writing get in the way. But in spite of numerous distractions I always find time to read. So I thought I'd share with you a list of those wonderful, exciting, interesting, awesome and great reads since my last blog post. These are books I've read, loved and hope you'll enjoy. The books are in the order in which I read them. All of them were great reads.<br />
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<strong><em>Broken Ferns </em></strong>(Lei Crime #4) by Toby Neal<br />
<strong><em>Island Fire </em></strong>by Toby Neal<br />
<strong><em>Fortune's Rocks </em></strong>by Anita Shreve<br />
<strong><em>Sea Glass </em></strong>by Anita Shreve<br />
<strong><em>Body Surfing </em></strong>by Anita Shreve<br />
<strong><em>A Change in Altitude </em></strong>by Anita Shreve<br />
<strong><em>Girl on a Wire</em></strong> by Gwenda Bond<br />
<strong><em>The Weight of Water </em></strong>by Anita Shreve<br />
<strong><em>The Linen Queen </em></strong>by Patricia Falvey<br />
<strong><em>The Girl on the Train </em></strong>by Paula Hawkins<br />
<strong><em>Four: A Divergent Collection </em></strong>by Veronica Roth<br />
<strong><em>The Visitors </em></strong>by Sally Beauman<br />
<strong><em>The Nightingale </em></strong>by Kristin Hannah<br />
<strong><em>The English Spy </em></strong>(Gabriel Allon, #15) by Daniel Silva<br />
<strong><em>All the Light We Cannot See </em></strong>by Anthony Doerr<br />
<strong><em>The Empty Throne </em></strong>(Saxon Tales, #8) by Bernard Cornwell<br />
<strong><em>Mila 18 </em></strong>by Leon Uris<br />
<strong><em>The Shell Keeper </em></strong>(Lei Crime KW) by Christine Nolfi<br />
<strong><em>Twisted Vine </em></strong>(Lei Crime, #5) by Toby Neal<br />
<strong><em>Go Set a Watchman </em></strong>by Harper Lee<br />
<strong><em>The Beekeeper's Daughter </em></strong>by Santa Montefiore<br />
<strong><em>Old Yeller </em></strong>by Fred Gipson<br />
<strong><em>Peyton Place </em></strong>by Grace Metalious<br />
<strong><em>Circling the Son </em></strong>by Paula McLain<br />
<strong><em>The Storm of the Century </em></strong>by Al Roker*<br />
<strong><em>Breaking Sky </em></strong>by Cort McCarthy<br />
<strong><em>Shadow </em></strong>(Blue-Link, #1) by Maureen A. Miller<br />
<strong><em>Dry Bones </em></strong>(Longmire, #11) by Craig Johnson<br />
<strong><em>13 Hours in Benghazi </em></strong>by Mitchell Zuckoff*<br />
<strong><em>Blue Asylum </em></strong>by Kathy Hepinstall<br />
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(* = Non-Fiction)<br />
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Note - Please forgive me if I left off any. There were so many books, I might have missed a few.<br />
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Whew! That was a lot of books read from April through December in 2015. Since the books were so numerous, I decided to list my 2016 reads in another post.<br />
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Keep reading, my bookish friends. And please feel free to list any of your favorite reads in the comments below.<strong><br /></strong><br />
Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-91966497886666829492015-04-27T14:26:00.001-05:002015-04-27T16:00:40.524-05:00Raving About BooksAnother day of rain, so this is definitely a book day. I've been reading so many great books lately that it's high time for me to rave about them.<br />
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I can't believe that the last post where I listed books I'd read and recommended was in July of last year. My only excuse is that life and grandkids and my dogs and writing and reading got in the way. Well, in this post I'll play catch-up and rave about the books I've read since then. I can highly recommend every one of the books listed below. (Note - The books are listed in the order read.)<br />
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Books Read from August 2014 through December 2014:<br />
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<strong><em>Plague </em></strong>by H. W. "Buzz" Bernard<br />
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Outlander </em></strong>(#1) by Diana Gabaldon*<br />
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Redcoat</em></strong> by David Crookes<br />
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Dragonfly in Amber</em></strong> (Outlander #2) by Diana Gabaldon<br />
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Voyager</em></strong> (Outlander #3) by Diana Gabaldon<br />
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Drums of Autumn</em></strong> (Outlander #4) by Diana Gabaldon<br />
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Blood Orchid</em></strong> (Lei Crime #1) by Toby Neal<br />
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Torch Ginger</em></strong> (Lei Crime #2) by Toby Neal<br />
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Married by Midnight</em></strong> by Talli Roland<br />
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Black Friday</em></strong> by Alex Kava<br />
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The Salaryman's Wife</em></strong> (Rei Shimura #1) by Sujata Massey*<br />
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Zen Attitude</em></strong> (Rei Shimura #2) by Sujata Massey<br />
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Books Read from January 2015 through April 2015:<br />
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The Flower Masters</em></strong> (Rei Shimura #3) by Sujata Massey<br />
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The Defector</em></strong> (Gabriel Allon #9) by Daniel Silva<br />
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Black Jasmine</em></strong> (Lei Crime #3) by Toby Neal<br />
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The Rembrandt Affair</em></strong> (Gabriel Allon #10) by Daniel Silva<br />
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Portrait of a Spy</em></strong> (Gabriel Allon #11) by Daniel Silva<br />
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Never, Never</em></strong> (#1) by Colleen Hoover & Tarryn Fisher<br />
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The Fallen Angel</em></strong> (Gabriel Allon #12) by Daniel Silva<br />
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The English Girl</em></strong> (Gabriel Allon #13) by Daniel Silva<br />
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The Heist</em></strong> (Gabriel Allon #14) by Daniel Silva<br />
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The Madonnas of Leningrad</em></strong> by Debra Dean<br />
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1984</em></strong> by George Orwell*<br />
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Z, A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald</em></strong> by Therese Anne Fowler<br />
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Neverhome </em></strong>by Laird Hunt<br />
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Bittersweet </em></strong>by Colleen McCullough<br />
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The Light Between Oceans</em></strong> by M. L. Stedman<br />
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The Museum of Extraordinary Things</em></strong> by Alice Hoffman<br />
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The Dovekeepers</em></strong> by Alice Hoffman<br />
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Stella Bain</em></strong> by Anita Shreve<br />
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* Books I've read more than once.<br />
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Hmm! Obviously I've been spending lots and lots of time reading. However, there's never enough time to read all the books I want to read.<br />
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My local library is only a mile away, so I go there at least once a week. Plus, I have zillions of books on my two Kindles (my old Kindle Keyboard and my newer Kindle Fire). I confess, I have way more books on my Kindles than I'll ever be able to read in ten lifetimes. Of course, there's no such thing as too many books.<br />
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Yes, every single one of the books listed above were great reads. I just know you'll love reading them too. If you want, you can check out my Goodreads page for my short reviews on each of these books.<br />
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5210504.Teri_Heyer">Teri Heyer's Book Reviews on Goodreads</a><br />
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Books I'm currently reading:<br />
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Fortune's Rocks</em></strong> by Anita Shreve<br />
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Jerusalem Maiden</em></strong> by Talia Carnes<br />
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Happy Reading!!!!Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-89646068408102276972015-02-01T13:33:00.002-06:002015-02-01T13:44:28.463-06:00Books and FootballI happen to love football, so it's kind of a sad moment when Super Bowl Sunday arrives. I always enjoy watching the game, but then it also means the end of football season. On the other hand, it also means I'll have a lot more time to read on weekends until the next football season starts.<br />
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Since I'm talking about books and football, here are a few you might want to read<strong>:</strong><br />
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<strong><em><strong><em><strong><em>Coming Back Stronger </em></strong>by Drew Brees<strong>*</strong><br />
<strong><em>First Things First: The Rules of Being a Warner </em></strong>by Kurt Warner & Brenda Warner*<br />
<strong><em>Manning: A Father, His Sons and a Football Legacy </em></strong>by Peyton Manning & Archie Manning<br />
<strong><em>It's Only a Game </em></strong>by Terry Bradshaw<br />
<strong><em>Football for Dummies </em></strong>by Howie Long & John Czarnecki<br />
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<strong><em>Books for those who love contemporary romance and football<strong>:</strong><br />
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<strong><em>I</em></strong><strong><em>t Had to Be You </em></strong>(Chicago Stars #1) by Susan Elizabeth Phillips*<br />
<strong><em>Heaven, Texas </em></strong>(Chicago Stars #2) by Susan Elizabeth Phillips*<br />
<strong><em>Nobody's Baby But Mine </em></strong>(Chicago Stars #3) by Susan Elizabeth Phillips*<br />
<strong><em>Any Given Christmas </em></strong>(A Sugar Shack Novel) by Candis Terry*<br />
<strong><em>Blitzing Emily </em></strong>(A Love & Football Novel) by Julie Brannagh<br />
<strong><em>Fourth and Goal </em></strong>(Seattle Lumberjacks #1) by Jami Davenport<br />
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<strong><em>* = Books I've read and can definitely recommend. The others are books I want to read.<br />
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<strong><em>I've read and loved all of Susan Elizabeth Phillips' Chicago Stars Series and Candis Terry's Sugar Shack Series. I'm looking forward to reading the Love and Football Series by Julie Brannagh and the Seattle Lumberjacks Series by Jami Davenport. What can I say? I just love football.<br />
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<strong><em>I</em></strong><strong><em>'d take time to list more football books, both fiction and non-fiction, but it's time to watch the Super Bowl XLIX Pregame. By the way, I'm rooting for the Seattle Seahawks this time around. </em></strong></em></strong></em></strong>Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-91027753580603092162014-12-23T12:52:00.002-06:002014-12-24T09:52:45.451-06:00Christmas, Dogs and BooksI can't believe that Christmas is almost here. How did this happen? I swear this year has zipped by much too fast. I still have to do some last minute Christmas shopping, but it's a rainy day and I'm dreading going out in that. Hmm! I might finish up with Amazon and Walmart gift cards. Ebooks are always great gifts too.<br />
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Here are some Christmas eBooks you're sure to enjoy:<br />
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<strong><em>Married by Midnight </em></strong>by Talli Roland<br />
<strong><em>Mistletoe in Manhattan </em></strong>by Talli Roland<br />
<strong><em>Last Christmas </em></strong>by Talli Roland<br />
<strong><em>Big on Christmas </em></strong>by Jan Romes<br />
<strong><em>The Christmas Contract </em></strong>by Jan Romes<br />
<strong><em>Xmas Affair </em></strong>by<em> </em>Ruth Kerce (a sensual short)<br />
<strong><em>Any Given Christmas </em></strong>by Candis Terry<br />
<strong><em>Christmas of the Red Chiefs </em></strong>by Linda Lael Miller<br />
<strong><em>Mrs. Scrooge </em></strong>by Barbara Bretton<br />
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Series eBooks that would make great last minute gifts:<br />
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<strong><em>Outlander Series </em></strong>by Diana Gabaldon<br />
<strong><em>Rei Shimura Mystery Series </em></strong>by Sujata Massey<br />
<strong><em>BEYOND Series </em></strong>by Maureen A. Miller (YA/NA SciFi)<br />
<strong><em>Lei Crime Series </em></strong>by Toby Neal (Hawaii)<br />
<strong><em>Samantha Jamison Mystery Series </em></strong>by Peggy A. Edelheit<br />
<strong><em>Texas Boys Falling Fast Series </em></strong>by Jan Romes (Romance)<br />
<strong><em>Xylon Warriors Series </em></strong>by Ruth Kerce (Elora's Cave)<br />
<strong><em>Maggie O'Dell Series </em></strong>by Alex Kava (mystery/suspense)<br />
<strong><em>Hetta Coffey Mystery Series </em></strong>by Jinx Schwarts<br />
<strong><em>The Alexandria Quartet </em></strong>by Lawrence Durrell<br />
<strong><em>Build a Man Series </em></strong>by Talli Roland (Chick Lit)<br />
<strong><em>Bluewater Series </em></strong>by C. L. R. Dougherty (suspense/thriller)<br />
<strong><em>Sackett Series </em></strong>by Louis L'Amour <br />
<strong><em>Sullivan's War Series </em></strong>by Michael K. Rose (SciFi)<br />
<strong><em>Saxon Tales Series </em></strong>by Bernard Cornwell (historical fiction)<br />
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I could go on and on listing books and series. As you can tell, I LOVE BOOKS and think they make the best Christmas presents ever. So don't forget to buy books and eBooks for Christmas for yourself and your friends and loved ones.<br />
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Well, I have to apologize for neglecting my blog these past few months. I added a new puppy, Jazzy, to my fur-family back in September and she's taken up a lot of my time. Honestly, I practically live at the dog park these days. That's what happens when you have two dogs, Dude and Jazzy, who insist on going to the dog park nearly every single day. My other dog, Shani, is almost thirteen years old and isn't interested in the dog park. Shani has a lot of medical issues, so we're taking it day by day.<br />
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I went to Winter Fest and rode on the Christmas Trolley in Pensacola with my grandkids on Saturday night. Christmas lights everywhere. It was very festive and we all had a grand time.<br />
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We're planning a Christmas dinner of turkey and all the trimmings. Yum! The leftovers are the best part.<br />
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Well, the rain is temporarily letting up, so I need to make a mad dash to finish my shopping.<br />
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I hope you all have an awesome, wonderful, Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays!Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-45269056994455830502014-07-31T16:09:00.003-05:002014-07-31T16:09:23.461-05:00Summer ReadsEver since I was a little kid, summer and reading have gone hand in hand. I remember walking, usually barefoot, to the library and spending hours searching for just the right books to bring home. Then I'd walk back home with an armload of books. My next door best friends almost always went with me and sometimes we even let my little brother tag along. I always came back home with an armload of books. <br />
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Obviously I'm no longer a kid, but I still look forward to summer reads. Most of the books I enjoy these days are on my Kindles (my old Kindle Keyboard and my newer Kindle Fire), though I still make regular trips to the library. I no longer walk barefoot to the library, but I do drive home with an assortment of books. <br />
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Considering we've reached the mid-point of a long, hot, muggy (Hey, I live in Florida) summer, it seemed like the perfect time to write a post about summer reads. So here's a list of the books I've read since the first day of summer. All of them were great reads which I can definitely recommend. <br />
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My Summer Reads<strong>:</strong><br />
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<strong><em>Outback Station </em></strong>by Aaron Fletcher<br />
<strong><em>Summer of the Loon </em></strong>by Deanna Lynn Sletten<br />
<strong><em>Allegiant </em></strong>by Veronica Roth<br />
<strong><em>Virgin, Widow, Whore </em></strong>by Deanna Lynn Sletten<br />
<strong><em>Jungle of Deceit </em></strong>by Maureen A. Miller<br />
<strong><em>When Christ and His Saints Slept </em></strong>by Sharon Kay Penman<br />
<strong><em>Becoming Queen Victoria </em></strong>by Kate Williams*<br />
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I'm almost always reading more than one book. So what am I currently reading?<br />
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<strong><em>Time and Chance </em></strong>by Sharon Kay Penman<br />
<strong><em>Sharp's Tiger </em></strong>by Bernard Cornwell<br />
<strong><em>Time Trap </em></strong>by Micah Caida <br />
<strong><em>The Golden Notebook </em></strong>by Doris Lessing<br />
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What other books are on my summer reading list? Hmm! That's a good question. I always have more books on my list than I have time to read. However, here are some books I hope to read the second half of this summer.<br />
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On My Summer Reading List<strong>:</strong><br />
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<strong><em>BEYOND: Three Paths </em></strong>by Maureen A. Miller<br />
<strong><em>Devil's Brood </em></strong>by Sharon Kay Penman <br />
<strong><em>Her Perfect Life </em></strong>by Vicki Hinze<br />
<strong><em>The Norman Conquest </em></strong>by Marc Morris*<br />
<strong><em>City of the Sun </em></strong>by Juliana Maio<br />
<strong><em>Hurricane Hole </em></strong>by R.P. Dahlke<br />
<strong><em>We Two: Victoria and Albert ... </em></strong>by Gillian Gill*<br />
<strong><em>Crisis of Identity </em></strong>by Denise Moncrief <br />
<strong><em>Across Great Divides </em></strong>by Monique Roy<br />
<strong><em>A Dangerous Inheritance </em></strong>by Alison Weir <br />
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* = Non-Fiction<br />
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I know, that's a pretty ambitious reading list. I doubt that I'll get to all of them before the summer is out and, of course, I'll most likely add more to my list. Oh well, I read all year long, so I'm sure to get to all of them eventually. Just remember, there's no such thing as too many books.<br />
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What are you reading this summer? I'm always looking for suggestions, so please feel free to add yours in the comments below. Happy summer reading to y'all. Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-1959810445557849422014-06-14T13:38:00.003-05:002014-06-14T13:38:31.509-05:00In Love With Books<div abp="2096">
I've been in love with books since I was a little kid. Some of my happiest memories are all those times I spent at the library perusing the bookshelves and then carrying home an armload of books. Then I'd curl up on the couch, stretch out on my bed, or sit on the patio and read, read, read. To this day I read every chance I can get.</div>
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In my last blog post I promised to list the books I've been reading lately. I loved and can recommend every single book I've listed below. Most are fiction, but those marked with (*) are non-fiction. I like to read a variety of books, so you'll find historical fiction, history, contemporary fiction, romance and everything in between. I've listed the books by the month I finished reading them, from January of this year to the present month. </div>
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<strong>Devil's Cub </strong>by Georgette Heyer</div>
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<strong>The Queen of Lost Hopes </strong>by Susan Higginbotham</div>
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<strong>The Traitor's Wife </strong>by Susan Higginbotham</div>
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<strong>1215 - The Year of Magna Carta </strong>by Danny Danziger & John Gillingham *</div>
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<strong>Hugh and Bess </strong>by Susan Higginbotham</div>
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<strong>1066 - The Year of the Conquest </strong>by David Howarth *</div>
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<strong>Death of Kings </strong>(Saxon Tales #6)<strong> </strong>by Bernard Cornwell </div>
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<strong>The Pagan Lord </strong>(Saxon Tales #7) by Bernard Cornwell</div>
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<strong>The White Princess </strong>by Philippa Gregory</div>
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<strong>The Stolen Crown </strong>by Susan Higginbotham</div>
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<strong>The Lady of the Rivers </strong>by Philippa Gregory</div>
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<strong>Through a Glass Darkly </strong>by Karleen Koen</div>
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<strong>The High Sheriff of Huntingdon </strong>by Anne Stuart</div>
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<strong>Now Face to Face </strong>by Karleen Koen</div>
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<strong>Before Versailles </strong>by Karleen Koen</div>
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<strong>Under an Enchantment </strong>by Anne Stuart</div>
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<strong>How the Irish Saved Civilization </strong>by Thomas Cahill *</div>
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<strong>Dark Angels </strong>by Karleen Koen</div>
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<strong>The Moonspinners </strong>by Mary Stewart</div>
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<strong>Supercell </strong>by H.W. "Buzz" Bernard</div>
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<strong>Divergent </strong>(Divergent Trilogy #1)<strong> </strong>by Veronica Roth</div>
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<strong>The Unforgiven </strong>by Alan LeMay</div>
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<strong>Insurgent </strong>(Divergent Trilogy #2)<strong> </strong>by Veronica Roth</div>
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<strong>The Light Horseman's Daughter </strong>by David Crookes</div>
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<strong>Outback </strong>by Aaron Fletcher</div>
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<strong>Do or Die </strong>by Suzanne Brockmann</div>
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<strong>Summer of the Loon </strong>by Deanna L. Sletten </div>
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Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-65462742203164348682014-05-15T19:58:00.002-05:002014-05-15T19:58:46.187-05:00FloridazeFor those who read my blog from time to time, it's apparent that I've been absent for quite some time. I have lots of excuses, including computer and server problems, ice storms, thunderstorms, raging floods and just plain procrastination. Yes, all those things really happened. <br />
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I live on the Gulf Coast of the Florida Panhandle and this year we've faced more storms than in years past. A few months back an ice storm brought my part of Florida to a standstill for several days. Roads and bridges were shut down and only those with 4-wheel-drive managed to get from one end of town to another without slip-sliding all over the place. My two dogs, Shani and Dude, thoroughly enjoyed playing in the ice topped with a tiny bit of snow.<br />
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Florida normally gets thunderstorms year around, but this year we've had some really wild ones that lasted for hours and hours. Dude is afraid of thunder, so he had a lot of bad, sleepless nights. I don't much care for thunderstorms, but if I'm really exhausted I can manage to sleep through a storm now and then.<br />
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A couple weeks ago we were hit with 'The Mother of All Storms' which dropped between 17 and 30 inches of rain here on the Florida Panhandle and the Gulf Coast of Alabama. Thousands of homes were flooded, including over 350 homes near where I live. No, my house didn't flood, but houses less than a block away did flood under several feet of water. According to the latest reports, approximately 30 inches of rain fell in my neighborhood in less than 10 hours. It's being reported as a "500 Year Flood." I hope that means there won't be another deluge of this magnitude here during my lifetime. But then, you never know.<br />
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To sum things up, I'm "The Queen of Procrastination." I needed a break from writing and blogging. Though I never intended to take this long of a break. But now I'm ready to jump back in and write, write and write. Oh yeah, unless I decide to procrastinate some more.<br />
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For the record, I've been reading lots of books over the last few months. So in my next post I'll list some of those books I read and loved.<br />
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<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-8940275660293406422013-12-31T11:28:00.001-06:002013-12-31T11:39:54.806-06:00A Writer's List of New Year's Resolutions<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dream Big for 2014. (Sunset over Pensacola Bay.)</td></tr>
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Every New Year I make a mental list of New Year's Resolutions and then, as the year proceeds, I turn around and forget those resolutions one by one. <br />
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So why should 2014 be any different? Well, this New Year I'm going to write down some of those resolutions in my blog for the world to see and, hopefully, for me to remember. <br />
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Of course, it's not just about remembering those profound resolutions, it's about the doing too. Yesireee, it's the doing that's the hardest part, for sure. <br />
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So here goes, my List of New Year's Resolutions for 2014<strong>:</strong><br />
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1) Write, write and write some more. (I can't be a writer if I don't write. Duh!)<br />
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2) Think good thoughts. (My mom says if I have good thoughts then I won't ever have any medical problems. I'm hoping it applies to writing too and I won't have any writing problems?)<br />
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3) Write every single day even if I delete it all the next day. (Best to delete the not-so-good writing of the day before so no ones sees it. Just sayin' <strong>...</strong>)<br />
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4) Dream Big and then follow it up with some hard work. (Like writing my butt off.)<br />
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5) Eat, sleep and be merry. (Hey, it sounds good. Cheers!)<br />
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6) Finish all those zillions of short stories, novellas and novels pining away in my laptop. (Well, maybe not all of them, but at least a few.)<br />
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7) Publish more books in 2014. (More is better, so they say.)<br />
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8) Spend less time on Twitter. (This is a hard one. I happen to love Twitter.)<br />
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9) Read for inspiration. (Oh, this is an easy one. I always read, lots and lots of books.)<br />
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10) Keep the Faith. (I am a writer. I know how to write. I am going to write. Hip hip hooray!)<br />
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Now I have to admit these New Year's Resolutions are pretty lame, but if I follow them I will get some writing done and some of my works-in-progress finished and out there for my readers to enjoy.<br />
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In the meantime, wishin' y'all a very wonderful, awesome and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! May your New Year be filled with peace, prosperity and lots and lots of books. Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-39742565698385961192013-12-24T01:20:00.001-06:002013-12-24T01:20:18.574-06:00Christmas is not Christmas without Books<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa on my bookshelf.</td></tr>
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Ever since I was a little kid I've been asking for books at Christmas. Some years I've only gotten one or two and other years I've gotten bunches of books.<br />
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Well, my taste in reading has grown through the years. As a little kid I wanted <strong><em>Thumbelina, Madeline </em></strong>and fairy tales. In my early school days I wanted <strong><em>Hans Brinker - Or The Silver Skates</em></strong>, <strong><em>Savage Sam, Mary Poppins, A Wrinkle in Time, Thomasina, Nancy Drew </em></strong>books<strong><em> </em></strong>and so many others.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An old fashioned Santa on my bookshelf.</td></tr>
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In my teens I wanted <strong><em>Gone with the Wind, The Thorn Birds, The Moon-Spinners, </em></strong>anything by James Michener and Taylor Caldwell, and lots of classics. In my college years I wanted history books and classics, including Tolstoy's <strong><em>Anna Karenina </em></strong>and <strong><em>War and Peace</em></strong>.<br />
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Even now, at my more "advanced" age, I still want books for Christmas. So Santa, I hope you're reading this, because I'd really, really, really love some books for Christmas.<br />
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Wishing y'all a very Merry Christmas and lots of great books under your Christmas tree.<br />
<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-67497532209389481572013-12-10T22:50:00.001-06:002013-12-10T23:01:47.497-06:00Waiting for Santa<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa at a local Christmas parade.</td></tr>
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This time of year most of us are waiting for Santa. There are items on our wish lists that we hope to find under the Christmas Tree.<br />
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Even at my age, I still have a wish list. So what's on that list? Books, lots and lots of books, eBooks for my Kindle Fire and history books for my bookshelves. However, I have so many history books that I really need to add "Bookshelf" to my list too.<br />
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Will I get all those books on my wish list? Of course not, but I'll get a few even if I have to buy them myself.<br />
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Is there anything else on my Christmas list? Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. I love dark chocolate the best, but just about any kind of chocolate will do. Santa will most likely bring me a Whitman's Sampler and some Ghirardelli Chocolates.<br />
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Oh, and I'd like some fruitcake too. No, don't laugh, I'm one of those few people who actually loves fruitcake. When Santa comes to my house, that's one thing I always get. Yum!<br />
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Hmm! What else is on my list? CDs. I love music, particularly country music. Hunter Hayes' CD is one I'd love to have. But honestly, I'd be delighted with CDs by just about any country singer, including Taylor Swift, Kenny Chesney, Garth Brooks, Keith Urban, Carrie Underwood, Lady Antebellum, The Band Perry, Miranda Lambert, Alan Jackson, I could go on and on. Well, I'm pretty certain that Santa will bring me a CD or two or three.<br />
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Now back to those books I was talking about. Santa knows I need books and Christmas just isn't Christmas without books. I'd be perfectly content with an Amazon gift card (hint, hint, Santa I hope you're reading this). <br />
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If you're passionate about (addicted to) books like I am, then you might want to start an online wish list like mine at Amazon. I'm always adding books to the list, so it's always evolving. I read a variety of books: romances, historical fiction, literary fiction, history books. Believe me, my wish list of books is really really long. <br />
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Will Santa bring me any of those books on my list? Well, I can always hope so. But like I said, an Amazon gift card would be a perfect gift for me.<br />
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I'm no longer a kid, but hey, I'm still anxiously waiting for Santa. I hope you are too.Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-8617365122559296622013-11-16T11:18:00.001-06:002013-11-16T11:34:07.618-06:00Christmas in November - Some Holiday Reads<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'A Christmas Contract' on my Kindle Fire.</td></tr>
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It seems the older I get the faster the year zips by. This year is no exception and feels like a breakneck race to the holidays. Well, it's a good thing I enjoy the holidays and look forward to all those wonderful holiday reads.<br />
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I couldn't help doing a post about some of the holiday reads on my Kindle Fire. In fact, the past couple nights I actually started reading a collection of Christmas romances. These holiday reads are like comfort foods for the soul. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Mistletoe in Manhattan' on my Kindle Fire.</td></tr>
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If you love reading romances, both contemporary and historical, you'll be sure to find something to like in the holiday books I've added to my Kindle Fire. Some of these I've read before and others I haven't yet started. Oh, I just love holiday reads.<br />
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This list below is just some of the Christmas books on my Kindle Fire. They range from sweet romances to spicey hot and everything in between. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Army Doctor's Christmas ...' on my Kindle Fire.</td></tr>
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I'm currently reading Helen Scott Taylor's <strong><em>Army Doctor's Christmas Collection </em></strong>which includes, <strong><em>Army Doctor's Baby</em></strong>, <strong><em>Army Doctor's Wedding</em></strong> and <strong><em>Army Doctor's Christmas Baby</em></strong>. I have to say I'm thoroughly enjoying this heartwarming collection of Christmas reads.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'A Home for Christmas' on my Kindle Fire.</td></tr>
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<strong><em>Army Doctors Christmas Collection </em></strong>by Helen Scott Taylor<br />
<strong><em>The Christmas Contract </em></strong>by Jan Romes<br />
<strong><em>A Home for Christmas </em></strong>by Deborah Grace Smiley<br />
<strong><em>Mistletoe in Manhattan </em></strong>by Talli Roland*<br />
<strong><em>A Cowboy for Christmas </em></strong>by Lori Wilde<br />
<strong><em>Xmas Affair </em></strong>by Ruth D. Kerce*<br />
<strong><em>A Spy for Christmas </em></strong>by<em> </em>Kristen James<br />
<strong><em>Kiss of the Christmas Wind </em></strong>by Janelle Taylor<br />
<strong><em>Any Given Christmas </em></strong>by Candis Terry*<br />
<strong><em>The Gift of Gray </em></strong>by Jan Romes<br />
<strong><em>All I Want for Christmas is You </em></strong>by Lisa Mondello<br />
<strong><em>A Grosvenor Square Christmas </em></strong>by<em> </em>Anna Campbell, et al.<br />
<strong><em>Blue Christmas </em></strong>by Diane Moody<br />
<strong><em>A Bush Christmas </em></strong>by Margareta Osborn<br />
<strong><em>Christmas at the Red Chiefs </em></strong>by Linda Lael Miller*<br />
<strong><em>A Dixie Christmas </em></strong>by Sandra Hill<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'Xmas Affair' on my Kindle Fire.</td></tr>
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There are just so many great Christmas Holiday books out there, so please feel free to add your recommendations in the comments below. Remember, there's no such thing as too many books and definitely no such thing as too many Christmas Holiday books. <br />
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Best wishes to y'all for a wonderful holiday season. Happy reading too.<br />
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<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-35177241451618096702013-10-26T19:58:00.001-05:002013-10-26T19:58:13.323-05:00Howl-o-ween at the Bark Park<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dude as the Sheriff of the Dog Park.</td></tr>
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This afternoon was Howl-o-ween at the Bark Park. A few dozen dogs turned out, most of them in costume, along with their favorite people.<br />
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Of course, my dog, Dude, had to attend. After all, he's a regular at the park. Dude was a hit as the Sheriff of the Dog Park.<br />
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Believe it or not, Dude didn't mind parading around in his ghost bandanna, vest, sheriff's badge and cowboy hat. At first he wasn't too sure about the hat, but then he decided even that was okay.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reggie dressed as a cow, complete with a cowbell.</td></tr>
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I managed to get photos of a few of the dogs at the Howl-o-ween party. <br />
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Reggie, the black and white Cocker Spaniel, dressed as a cow. Reggie is one of Dude's favorite dog buddies. They enjoy running around the dog park together with Reggie in the lead. When Reggie gets tired he rolls over and plays dead.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sophie in her poodle costume.</td></tr>
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Sophie, the reddish-blond Cocker Spaniel, dressed as a poodle. Sophie is pretty much the queen of the dog park. She welcomes new dogs to the park and makes sure they understand the rules -- her rules. Reggie and Sophie live together and are regulars at the park. Sophie was a winner in her poodle costume.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oliver as a Patriots Quarterback.</td></tr>
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Oliver, the five month old Border Collie, dressed as a New England Patriots Quarterback. Oliver is one of the newer members of the dog park and certainly the most energetic of the bunch. He systematically wears out every dog that enters the park. Maybe Oliver should have dressed as the Energizer Bunny?<br />
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Dude enjoys playing with Oliver, but he can't compete with the puppy's energy level. Dude, at three years old, can play one on one with Oliver for about fifteen minutes and then he has to hand the puppy off to another dog.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maggie the puppy in her devil costume.</td></tr>
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Some of the dogs who attended the Howl-o-ween party were ones Dude and I had never met before. One was a puppy named Maggie who dressed as the devil and won a prize for the scariest costume. <br />
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One little dog won for the best "Diva" costume. Another little dog won for the most original costume dressed as a bumblebee. Unfortunately, I didn't get a photo of the little bumblebee. Another little dog was in jailhouse stripes. I didn't get the names of those dogs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "Diva" and the jailhouse dog.</td></tr>
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I missed getting a photo of Dude's buddy, Lulu. She's an Old English Bulldog and was dressed as a bunch of purple grapes. I also missed getting a photo of Dude's puppy buddy, Thor, who was sporting a big bow.<br />
Another dog park regular, Dexter the Boxer, was there to see the festivities, but didn't come in costume. Dexter was not at all pleased to see his buddy, Dude, dressed as a sheriff. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Shani in her ghost bandanna.</td></tr>
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I think the Howl-o-ween party was fun for all the dogs and their people too.<br />
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My older dog, Shani, wasn't interested in going to the dog park. But she didn't mind wearing her ghost bandanna and posing for a photo.<br />
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A Happy Howl-o-ween to all.<br />
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Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-83117350908369513872013-10-20T23:29:00.001-05:002013-10-20T23:34:36.470-05:00Just Another Day At The Zoo <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just another day at the zoo for this chimpanzee.</td></tr>
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Another day at the Gulf Breeze Zoo. This time it was for "Boo at the Zoo" and all the little kids, including my grandkids, were in Halloween costumes and trick-or-treating at the zoo. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a gorgeous face.</td></tr>
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If you happen to be in northwest Florida, be sure to check out our great little zoo.<br />
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<a href="http://www.gbzoo.com/">Gulf Breeze Zoo</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.gbzoo.com/Events/SpecialEvents/BooattheZoo.aspx">Boo at the Zoo</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a beautiful color.</td></tr>
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The zoo critters had different reactions to the costumed kids. Some were fascinated and others, like one of the chimpanzees, wasn't the least bit impressed with the day's visitors.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The male tiger watching the costumed kids. </td></tr>
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The male tiger seemed particularly interested in the kids. His expression was "I bet they taste like chicken."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the many roosters wandering around the zoo.</td></tr>
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After three and a half hours at the zoo I'm exhausted. So this is just a very short post with an assortment of photos I couldn't resist posting.<br />
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I have a year long pass for the zoo and am a frequent visitor, which means I take lots of zoo photos. So please stop back from time to time to see my latest photos.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The elephant wishing well at the zoo.</td></tr>
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Wishing y'all a wonderful week.Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-86427616566537196202013-10-15T00:00:00.004-05:002013-10-15T00:03:40.655-05:00The Beach Houses on Pensacola Beach<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastel colored beach houses on Pensacola Beach. </td></tr>
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I happen to love the beach houses on Pensacola Beach. I love the pastel colors, all those balconies, lots of windows, and the awesome views of the sugar-sand beach with it's turquoise-emerald waters.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this one, it's one of my favorites.</td></tr>
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I always enjoy driving by the beach houses, which, it seems, are much too big to be called beach cottages. I'm always thinking, if I could just win the lottery I'd buy one. But then I rarely play the lottery, so how could I possibly win? <br />
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Then I start calculating how many of my books I'd need to sell in order to buy one of those beach houses. And then I realize that it would take me about two hundred years or more to make enough money to buy one. But then I dream about owning my very own beach house anyway, because, you know, a girl has to dream.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this one too.</td></tr>
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I live only a couple miles inland from Pensacola Beach, just the other side of the beach bridge. So I'm not all that far away. My house is minuscule in comparison and doesn't have a beach or water view. Ah, well. At least I live close enough to visit the beach whenever I want. So I can drive by those beach houses and pick out my favorite, which changes from time to time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And I love this one.</td></tr>
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At least for now, the brighter pink one is my favorite. I thought it was so cool when I took these latest photos and realized that the pink house had this unique cloud just overhead. The cloud looked like an arrow and pointed directly at MY pink house. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And I love this one.</td></tr>
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No, I don't know who owns any of these houses. Some belong to year-around residents, others are vacation homes and some are beach rentals. All the ones in these photos are located right across the street from the beach. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gee, and I love this one too.</td></tr>
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Now if someone wanted to give me one of those houses, well, I'd take any one of them. But for now, the brighter pink one, as opposed to the pale pink one, is my very favorite. Then again, tomorrow I may have a different favorite one.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite pretty pink beach house.</td></tr>
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I've always wanted to live in a pretty pink house. Don't ask my why. I mean, I've dreamed about a pink house since I was a little kid. So, who knows, maybe someday I'll have one of my very own?<br />
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So, which of these beach houses is your favorite?Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-87316554572720612262013-10-04T19:45:00.006-05:002013-10-05T10:18:38.284-05:00On Pensacola Beach - Waiting for Hurricane(?) Karen with Jim Cantore<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and TWC's Jim Cantore at Pensacola Beach.</td></tr>
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Now I have been a fan of The Weather Channel's meteorologist, Jim Cantore, for many years. Jim is pretty much a fixture when it comes to tropical storms and hurricanes. He has an uncanny sense of where those dreaded hurricanes are going to make landfall. Some even dare to say that Jim Cantore is a magnet for hurricanes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This morning at Pensacola Beach. Waiting for Karen. </td></tr>
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Well, when I turned on The Weather Channel this morning, there was Jim Cantore reporting from Pensacola Beach. So how could I resist? I live just over the bridge from the beach, so I had to drive over there to meet Jim and to take some beach photos.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This morning at the east side of the Pensacola Beach pier. </td></tr>
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I have to say that Jim was very gracious and even had one of his camera crew take a couple photos of us with my camera. (If you're reading this post Jim, thank you so very much.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Storm clouds above the Pensacola Beach pier.</td></tr>
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I handed Jim my card and told him that I'm a local author, I have a blog and I follow him on Twitter. Well, my card has the cover of my book, <strong><em>Outback Love</em></strong>. So Jim said, "Outback Love?" And I mentioned that I'm a romance writer. Jim responded with, "I could use some romance in my life." Couldn't we all? <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Surfers this morning on Pensacola Beach.</td></tr>
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I told Jim that it was great getting to meet him, but that if he was at Pensacola Beach it meant that Karen is probably heading our way. So meeting Jim Cantore is sort of a good and bad thing. Nice to meet him, but we really don't want a hurricane coming our way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awesome storm clouds over Pensacola Beach this morning.</td></tr>
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Well, I walked the beach and snapped a bunch of pre-Karen photos. The surf was up and the sun was peeking through the clouds and sparkling on the water. The clouds were gorgeous, as always when a tropical storm or hurricane is in the Gulf.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view of Pensacola Beach from beneath the pier.</td></tr>
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Several surfers were out, but the waves were breaking in such a way that the rides were short. I talked to one of the surfers who said he hoped the waves would be better this afternoon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The far west end of Pensacola Beach.</td></tr>
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Overall, the storm clouds were awesome this morning. At the time of these photos, Tropical Storm Karen was approximately 270 miles SSW of Pensacola Beach. The actual point of landfall is still unknown. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seagulls waiting for Tropical Storm/Hurricane Karen.</td></tr>
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In spite of the fact that it was really cool getting to meet Jim Cantore this morning, we Floridians would rather have Tropical Storm Karen fizzle out in the Gulf and never reach hurricane strength. <br />
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Jim, you're welcome to visit our beach any ol' time, just please don't bring a hurricane with you. <br />
<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-36596163658523478082013-09-30T18:30:00.001-05:002013-09-30T18:49:27.560-05:00Florida Fall Flowers<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roses at the Gulf Breeze Zoo.</td></tr>
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Florida is truly the land of flowers and Fall is no exception. An assortment of pinks, reds, lavenders and blues are found just about everywhere.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flowers I can't begin to name.</td></tr>
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I happen to love flowers. So when I went to the Gulf Breeze Zoo the weekend before last I took bunches of photos of the flowers I found there. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crepe Myrtle at the Gulf Breeze Zoo.</td></tr>
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Some of the flowers I recognized: Roses, Crepe Myrtle and Oleander. Many others I couldn't even begin to name. (If you happen to know the names of some of these flowers, please feel free to comment below.) <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No, I can't name these either.</td></tr>
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My grandkids wanted to know why I was taking photos of flowers instead of just the animals and, of course, them. Yes, my grandkids always want photos taken of them wherever they go. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lavender-Blue flowers a bit out of focus.</td></tr>
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Well, my last post included some of the photos I took of the Rhinos, Zebras, Gorillas and other zoo animals. So it seemed only fair that today's post is all about those gorgeous flowers at the zoo.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More flowers I can't name.</td></tr>
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If you want to visit the Gulf Breeze Zoo to see those flowers and zoo animals up close and personal, well, here's the link below so you'll know how to get there.<br />
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<a href="http://www.gbzoo.com/">Gulf Breeze Zoo in NW Florida</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I haven't a clue on this one.</td></tr>
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Since I have a one year zoo pass I'll be visiting the zoo quite often, which means lots more photos of flowers and zoo animals.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oleanders at the Gulf Breeze Zoo.</td></tr>
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I hope you'll stop by from time to time to check out my posts and photos. I even post about writing every now and then. Gee, imagine that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Magnolia seedpods are more colorful than the blooms.</td></tr>
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I promise that my next post will be about books. After all, I love books even more than flowers, which is saying a lot.Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-74757878281817574822013-09-21T21:11:00.000-05:002013-09-21T21:20:01.846-05:00Zebras, Rhinos and Gorillas, Oh My!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rwanda, the Lowland Gorilla at the Gulf Breeze Zoo.</td></tr>
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What better way to start the Fall Season than a trip to the zoo? So that's just what I did today with my grandkids. The Gulf Breeze Zoo is small, but it's so much fun.<br />
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<a href="http://www.gbzoo.com/">Gulf Breeze Zoo in Northwest Florida</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rhinos on the run. Where's the food?</td></tr>
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It was raining off and on, so everything was pretty wet. <br />
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Today we got to see the Zebras and Rhinos being fed, along with Llamas, Ostriches and other zoo animals I couldn't even begin to name.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zebras heading for brunch.</td></tr>
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It was pretty impressive to see Rhinos on the run. I swear the ground was shaking underfoot. The Zebras also arrived at a run. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chow time at the zoo.</td></tr>
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I've never been this close to Rhinos and Zebras. I was definitely as awed as my grandkids.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chow time. Do we have to share?</td></tr>
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My grandkids kept saying, "Nana, take another picture." So that's just what I did. Lots and lots of zoo photos. I already have about a zillion zoo photos, but I can always take more.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The regal Silverback Gorilla.</td></tr>
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Rwanda, the female Lowland Gorilla, was as photogenic as ever. The huge Silverback Gorilla was very regal. I tried to get some photos of Kigali, the baby Gorilla, but he was in constant motion and his photos were just a blur.<br />
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If you like zoo pics, be sure to check out my previous zoo posts. Also, since I have a one year zoo pass, I'll be posting more zoo pics from time to time.<br />
<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-84813694012686912452013-09-11T13:18:00.002-05:002013-09-11T13:54:33.053-05:00Pensacola's Graffiti Bridge - Simply Weird<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Weird" Graffiti on Pensacola's Graffiti Bridge on 9/6/13.</td></tr>
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I happen to live just a few miles across the bay from Pensacola's Graffiti Bridge. I drive under the bridge at least a couple times a week and usually stop to take photos of all the cool graffiti which changes daily.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pensacola's Graffiti Bridge on 9/6/13.</td></tr>
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Well, last week there was some "Weird" graffiti on the bridge. A collection of eyeballs and signed by Weird. I have no clue about this latest "artist" but I couldn't resist taking some photos that day and posting them here. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pensacola's Graffiti Bridge on 9/4/13.</td></tr>
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Maybe I'm a strange bird, but I enjoy all that weird, strange, cool, awesome graffiti. It could have something to do with growing up in Southern California, in Los Angeles County, where graffiti was, well, everywhere.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pensacola's Graffiti Bridge on 9/4/13.</td></tr>
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I'm a sometimes artist (I paint in oils and acrylics) and whenever I pass the graffiti bridge I'm sorely tempted to add a bit of my own artistic touch. On the other hand, since it's technically illegal to graffiti the bridge I've never ventured to add to the ever changing display of graffiti.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pensacola's Graffiti Bridge on 9/4/13.</td></tr>
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Gee, what would my grandkids think of their Nana getting arrested for painting graffiti? So no, I won't become a graffiti artist any time soon. <br />
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If you love graffiti and happen to be anywhere near Pensacola, Florida you'll want to visit the graffiti bridge (aka the 17th Street Bridge).<br />
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<a href="https://plus.google.com/116138561910084201581/photos?hl=en&socfid=web:lu:kp:placepageimage&socpid=1#116138561910084201581/photos?hl=en&socfid=web%3Alu%3Akp%3Aplacepageimage&socpid=1">The Graffiti Bridge, Pensacola Florida </a><br />
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I've never actually heard of anyone getting arrested for adding graffiti to the bridge. Though I've seen police vehicles there on many occasions. Maybe the cops just stop by to check out the latest graffiti? From time to time someone adds a tasteless bit of graffiti which is quickly painted out. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's Looking At You - Pensacola's Graffiti Bridge on 9/4/13.</td></tr>
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Periodically a group of citizens come along and paint out all the graffiti. However, by the next day there's a whole new display of graffiti adorning the bridge. If nothing else, graffiti artists are a determined lot who do most of their artistic creations in the middle of the night. <br />
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Just so you know, from time to time I post photos of the graffiti bridge. Hey, what can I say? I happen to love Pensacola's Graffiti Bridge.<br />
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Note - My latest photos of Pensacola's Graffiti bridge were taken two different days last week, on 9/4/13 and 9/6/13. There were a few subtle changes from one day to the next. <br />
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WARNING - Do not drive a big truck (aka a semi) under the bridge as you'll get stuck and have to be towed out. They also issue traffic citations for that. In spite of the warning signs, it still happens now and then. Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-16227665699624175772013-08-30T21:35:00.001-05:002013-08-30T21:45:20.887-05:00Lunch at Flounder's on Pensacola Beach<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flounder's Chowder House on Pensacola Beach.</td></tr>
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A couple days ago I had lunch at Flounder's Chowder House on Pensacola Beach. It was a Girls Day Out with some friends. Ahh, what a yummy lunch. We ordered a huge mound of Seafood Nachos and split it between us girls. <br />
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When it was all gone I realized I should have taken a photo before we dug in. Hmm! I guess that means I'll have to go back there again?</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outside covered seating at Flounder's.</td></tr>
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Those of us who weren't driving ordered a Bushwhacker, which is a mocha rum punch. Very tasty. On Wednesdays a Bushwhacker is only $2.00 - a real bargain, which means you might want more than one. <br />
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Well, I was driving that day, so all I got was a tiny little sip. Next time someone else gets to drive me home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great sea-going decor at Flounder's.</td></tr>
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Dessert was a triple-decker, to-die-for, Key Lime Pie. One order is actually the equivalent of half a pie. Well, we shared that too, but believe me, I swear I could have eaten the whole thing. I should have taken a photo of the Key Lime Pie too. What was I thinking?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eat lunch with a shark at Flounder's.</td></tr>
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I have my camera with me almost everywhere I go. I take tons of photos of just about everything. So how did I forget to take photos of the Seafood Nachos and the Key Lime Pie?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Soundside view at Flounder's.</td></tr>
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Well, after we finished eating we all wandered around Flounder's, taking in the sights. The restaurant sits on the Soundside of Pensacola Beach, right on the water. The view is awesome! Seating is inside or outside. The decor is colorful. The food is delicious.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The outdoor stage at Flounder's.</td></tr>
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Here's the link to Flounder's in case you happen to be visiting Pensacola Beach. <br />
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<a href="http://www.flounderschowderhouse.com/">Flounder's Chowder House - Pensacola Beach</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids' pirate ship at Flounder's.</td></tr>
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Flounder's is a great place to bring the whole family. Kids can play on the outdoor pirate ship or dig in the sugar-white sand. <br />
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It's one of those restaurants where you want to sit and stay a while. And you also want to eat, eat and eat. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flounder's Weather Rock.</td></tr>
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Before you leave Flounder's you'll want to check out the Weather Rock. In case you can't read the print this is what it says.<br />
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If this Rock is <strong>...</strong><br />
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Dry - - - - - - - - - - Sunny<br />
Shaded - - - - - - - - Cloudy<br />
Sweating - - - - - - Humid<br />
Hot - - - - - - - - - - Heat Wave<br />
Hard to See - - - - Foggy<br />
Rolling - - - - - - - - Windy<br />
Wet - - - - - - - - - - Raining<br />
Chipped - - - - - - - Hailing<br />
Icy - - - - - - - - - - - Sleeting<br />
Spinning - - - - - - - A Tornado<br />
Blown Away - - - - A Hurricane<br />
Floating - - - - - - - A Tidal Wave<br />
Not Moving - - - - - On a Coffee Break<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and the Man-Eating Giant Clam.</td></tr>
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You'll also want to have your photo taken with the Man-Eating Giant Clam. I couldn't resist and had a friend take my photo.<br />
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Flounder's Chowder House is all about yummy food, an ultra-friendly wait staff, and just a great place to sit and visit with family and friends. Not to mention, it's on beautiful Pensacola Beach. This is paradise, baby, Florida style.<br />
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<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-56767341534101053912013-08-28T23:31:00.001-05:002013-08-28T23:35:16.500-05:00Today at Pensacola Beach<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bright sun and blue skies today at Pensacola Beach.</td></tr>
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Today I made a quick trip to Pensacola Beach. It was a hot, sunny day, at last. This summer has been a particularly rainy one with lots of cloudy beach days. So my last couple beach posts have included photos of gray, stormy beach skies. I couldn't resist taking a few sunny beach photos today. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A day of zero surf on Pensacola Beach.</td></tr>
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I've lived in Florida off and on for over thirty-one years. In all that time, I remember most summers were hot, humid and full of sunshine. Today was a reminder of those days.<br />
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No, I didn't laze on the beach today. I was meeting some of my girlfriends at Flounders, a Pensacola Beach restaurant, for lunch. But I'll save all that for another post. After leaving the restaurant I just had to make a quick stop at the beach to take a few photos.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite part of Pensacola Beach.</td></tr>
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The tourist season is coming to a close here, so there were very few people on the beach. It was a day of flat blue Gulf waters with almost no surf. There was absolutely no breeze, so the heat was intense. I'm sure if I'd waded in the water it would have been the temperature of bath water.<br />
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Some hardy souls were working on a tan, while others stayed under beach umbrellas. Only a handful of people were swimming in the water.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Greetings from sunny Pensacola Beach.</td></tr>
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A holiday weekend is coming up. The beach weather should be perfect. At least for those three days the beach will be packed with people. But for those who want the beach pretty much to themselves, just head to the far west end of Pensacola Beach. That's my favorite spot and even on the busiest of beach days there are very few beach goers there. <br />
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Hmm! I may just decide to visit the beach this holiday weekend. Sun, sand and warm Gulf waters. Ahh, that's my idea of paradise.<br />
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Pensacola Beach is waiting for you. So y'all come visit sometime soon.<br />
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<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-87149169096305515192013-08-25T21:28:00.002-05:002013-08-25T21:30:51.350-05:00The Importance of Names<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler are favs.</td></tr>
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I happen to have an obsession with names. Maybe due to my rather ordinary birth name of Teresa Ann and my lifetime nickname of Teri. I know, there are more ordinary names than Teresa Ann, Terry Ann and Teri, but come on, couldn't my parents have come up with something a bit more unique?<br />
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As a kid I was always changing my name. Nicola and Nickie featured prominently in my early years. I'd read Mary Stewart's <em><strong>The Moonspinners</strong></em> and the heroine, Nicola Ferris, sounded so exotic as she traipsed around the Island of Crete.<br />
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I went by Samantha and Sam in my early high school years. I suppose it had something to do with the TV show, <em>Bewitched</em>. I could wiggle my nose just like Sam. My boyfriend at the time, Scotty, always called me Sam for that very reason.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've always loved the name, Nicola Ferris.</td></tr>
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Later in high school I became Tracy and then Traci. It had to do with a character in a James Bond movie, I forget which one. In fact, I think my mom is the one who actually started calling me Tracy after she saw the movie.<br />
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For many years I was Missy. My mom started that one too. I don't think she's ever told me why she started calling me Missy, but she still uses it now and then to this day.<br />
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I've used Tes off and on for years. I'm a sometimes artist and Tes is a great signature on a painting. Plus, I just like the sound of Tes.<br />
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As a writer I know that naming your characters is ever so important. It just won't do to write a medieval romance and name your hero and heroine, Bob and Sally. No kidding, I came across a medieval romance a long time back with just those names. I didn't read the book, because the names just didn't seem to fit the medieval genre.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What better character name than Travis McGee?</td></tr>
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If your hero is supposed to be a to-die-for hunk, I don't think you'd want to name him Larry, Harold or Donald. If you happen to have one of those names, please forgive me for using your name as an example. I don't think I'd swoon over a hero with one of those names.<br />
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Some names are so well known, like Scarlett O'Hara and Elvis, that it's maybe not such a good idea to use those names in a book. Though if you're wanting readers to always think of Scarlet or Elvis as they read your book, then the names work and serve a purpose. <br />
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I just saw online that the top baby names for 2013 are Imogene and Asher. Well, at least those are different and I rather like them. Hmm! I can instantly imagine characters with those colorful names. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite resource for character names.</td></tr>
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I'm currently working on a Young Adult Dystopian novel and I've given the characters the coolest of names. Or at least I think their names are cool. However, I'm not going to mention the names here. You'll have to wait until the book is finished, which may take me a while (I'm writing rather slow these days). <br />
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I've been writing practically forever and I have this name book that I'm always using when I create my characters. I imagine it's still in print: <strong><em>The Writer's Digest Character Naming Sourcebook </em></strong>by Sherrilyn Kenyon. There are dozens of other books of baby names which would also do the trick. <br />
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I have so many favorite literary characters/names. I'll always love Travis McGee, James Bond, Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler, Bathsheba Everdene and Gabriel Oak, Katniss and Peeta, Darcy, Hawk-eye, D'Artagnan, I could go on and on. <br />
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If you want to find some awesome names, just read <strong><em>Shakespeare. </em></strong>Nothing compares to the names: Macbeth, Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet.<strong><em> </em></strong><br />
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Just remember, whether you're naming your baby, your dog or cat, or your literary characters, names are of the up most importance.<br />
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Hmm! I almost forgot to mention my latest name, Nana, bestowed upon me by my three adorable grandkids. I have to admit, that's the best name of all.<br />
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(Note - This is my college edition of <strong><em>The Complete Works of Shakespeare</em></strong>. The text is old and well loved. I also have a copy on my Kindle Fire. I can't get enough of Shakespeare.)<br />
<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-77762255018549584312013-08-13T13:47:00.002-05:002013-08-13T13:47:19.427-05:00Summer Blow-Out Sale<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OUTBACK LOVE on my Kindle Fire.</td></tr>
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Another stormy summer day here on the Florida Gulf Coast. I'm sitting in my living room looking out the front windows as the day grows darker and darker and the rain comes pouring down. Every few minutes there's another loud clap of thunder.<br />
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Well, this stormy weather got me to thinking. Maybe this is just the right time for a Summer Blow-Out Sale of my books: OUTBACK LOVE, MOON OVER MADNESS and BAYOU BLUES AND OTHER SORROWS. <br />
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All three eBooks are temporarily $0.99/ea. In addition, JETTING AWAY, my short story prequel to OUTBACK LOVE, will continue to be FREE.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Teri-Heyer/e/B005I5WEBK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1">Teri Heyer's eBooks at Amazon/Kindle - $0.99/ea.</a><br />
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Just so you know, this sale was not something I planned in advance. It's the result of day after day of steamy, sultry, HOT summer weather interspersed with lots and lots of rain. How long will this Blow-Out Sale last? Well, maybe until the weather improves? It's really hard to say. Since this is a temporary, spontaneous Blow-Out Sale, not a planned one, the price of $0.99 is only available at Amazon/Kindle. <br />
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Now why would you want to buy and read my books even at this great price? Well, because they're fun, upbeat, adventurous and heartwarming reads with plenty of love thrown in and some guaranteed happy endings?<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Outback-Love-ebook/dp/B005HZ1HZK/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1">OUTBACK LOVE</a> is a short contemporary romance novel set in Australia and the Outback. Years back my husband and I took a five thousand mile road trip through Australia, from Melbourne north through the Outback and then east to Queensland and the beautiful and exotic Australian coast. We rented a conversion van which my husband drove (they drive on the left instead of the right in Australia). I rode shotgun and filmed much of the trip. It was an awesome three week vacation and I hope that we'll be able to repeat it sometime in the future.<br />
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The places I wrote about in OUTBACK LOVE are real locales. We went there and fell in love with each and every place mentioned in my novel. OUTBACK LOVE is not a travelogue, but you will read a little about The Great Ocean Road, Port Campbell, Barossa Valley (great wineries), Chateau Yaldara (an awesome winery), Glendambo (a stop on the road to the Outback), Coober Pedy (where they mine gorgeous opals and most of the people live underground), Ayers Rock/Uluru (which is one of the most awesome sights ever and I did climb Ayers Rock), Alice Springs (have you seen the pop movie, 'Priscilla, Queen of the Desert'?), Mataranka (a hot springs oasis in the middle of the Outback), Tennant Creek (a tranquil crossroads in the Outback), Darwin (a must-see city at the tip-top of Australia) and Kakadu (an exotic, beautiful, step-back-into-time kind of place where they filmed 'Crocodile Dundee'). Whew! That was a long trip, a great adventure and wonderful inspiration for my novel.<br />
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A few tidbits about OUTBACK LOVE. A river guide I met in Kakadu was the inspiration for rugged, handsome, Ian MacAlister. A young college student working for the summer in Tennant Creek was the inspiration for Priscilla Alexander. A so-homely-he-was-cute dog in the Outback was my inspiration for Elliot. <br />
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OUTBACK LOVE is an adventurous love story with a happy ending. But it took Priscilla and Ian some definite ups and downs to get there. I loved writing OUTBACK LOVE and hope you'll love reading it too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">JETTING AWAY on my Kindle Fire.</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jetting-Away-ebook/dp/B005JGE9R0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1339014728&sr=1-1">JETTING AWAY</a> is a short story prequel to OUTBACK LOVE. It came about following a reader's request to know more about Priscilla's background. She wanted to know why Priscilla, a high-powered business woman, would leave beautiful San Francisco and travel to Australia to find herself. <br />
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Though JETTING AWAY is a prequel, it can be read as a stand-alone short story. No, you don't have to read OUTBACK LOVE to enjoy this story. It's all about Priscilla, a young woman who decides to make changes in her life and jets away to Australia. <br />
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Best of all, JETTING AWAY is a FREE eBook on Amazon/Kindle, Barnes and Noble, Apple iTunes, Sony and Kobo. How can you resist a fun, FREE read?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MOON OVER MADNESS on my Kindle.</td></tr>
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My paranormal, romantic comedy novella, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moon-Over-Madness-ebook/dp/B005T8MQD2/ref=sr_1_3_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376417417&sr=1-3">MOON OVER MADNESS</a>, came to me full-blown in one mad moment of inspiration. I swear the little helper-elves in my head wrote this book and all I did was write down the story as they told it to me. <br />
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Chantel Deneuve is a responsible mother of two beautiful young daughters and living a quiet life in Florida. She also happens to be a half-witch, something she'd prefer to ignore. But then one night a to-die-for, gorgeously handsome vampire, Riordan "Rio" Martainn, comes knocking on her front door. <br />
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Chantel's life is never the same after that night. An assortment of witches, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, a very angry dragon named Sabilla and Jake, a dog who only talks to to children, all join in this romantic mad adventure. If you want to read a book that will make you smile, then MOON OVER MADNESS is just the book for you.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BAYOU BLUES ... on my Kindle Fire.</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bayou-Blues-Other-Sorrows-ebook/dp/B0066BJ0TY/ref=sr_1_4_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376417517&sr=1-4">BAYOU BLUES AND OTHER SORROWS</a> is my book that evolved over time. It's a collection of eight short stories and eight poems that all contain little pieces of me. The central themes are love, family, hopes and dreams. <br />
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There's a little bit of everything in these stories and poems. "Harry's Garden" was inspired by a not-very-nice former neighbor when we used to live on a Florida bayou way-back-when. "A Kiss is Just a Kiss" was written after a childhood friend of mine died of AIDS. I was thinking of him as I wrote that story. "The Night of the UFO" was inspired after we (my husband and I) swore we saw a UFO over the bayou. I was drinking Margaritas that night, rather than Whiskey Sours (I happen to like both) and the story came to me full-blown. I stayed up half the night to write it. "I Love You, Joe Montana" was inspired, because, well, you know, I happen to love Joe Montana.<br />
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The stories and poems in BAYOU BLUES AND OTHER SORROWS are very dear to my heart. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed the journey in writing those stories and poems.<br />
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As I finish writing this post it's still raining outside. Overall, this has been a very wet, rainy summer here on the Florida Gulf Coast. Am I complaining? No. But I've spent a lot of indoor time instead of enjoying the great outdoors and our beautiful sugar-sand beaches. However, all this rain means you get the Summer Blow-Out Sale of my books. I do so hope you'll rush right out and add all of my books to your Kindle or other eReader. Who can resist eBooks for only $0.99/ea.? I know I can't. Of course, I'm addicted to books and I'm assuming you are too.<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Teri-Heyer/e/B005I5WEBK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1">Summer Blow-Out Sale of Teri Heyer's eBooks at Amazon/Kindle - $0.99/ea.</a><br />
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A happy summer shout-out to y'all. Thanks again for stopping by my blog. And many many thanks to all my readers too. <br />
<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-25203210153065145912013-08-03T00:24:00.001-05:002013-08-03T00:26:07.038-05:00Living in the Woods, Florida Style<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The old Naval Live Oaks in our front yard.</td></tr>
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Not too long ago my grandson told some of his school friends, "My Nana lives in the woods." I don't really live in the woods, but then from a child's point of view, well, maybe I do live in the woods. <br />
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This got me to thinking, so I took several photos of my yard. Then when I was looking at those photos tonight I went, "Whoa, it does look like the woods." Of course, this is Florida, so it's kind of a tropical version of the woods.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gazing up at the branches of the old Naval Live Oaks.</td></tr>
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In the front yard are two old majestic Naval Live Oaks. They must be well over a hundred years of age. At one time I'm sure they were adorned with Spanish Moss, but Hurricanes Ivan and Dennis blew the moss out of the trees. They lost a few limbs in those hurricanes too, but nothing to cause any damage to the house.<br />
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There's a huge Date Palm in the front yard too. According to neighbors, the palm was planted in the yard some forty-two years ago by the original owners of our house. When the dates are ripe the squirrels go crazy gathering them up. Apparently the dates are very tasty.<br />
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The rest of the yard, front and back, has an assortment of White Oaks, Pin Oaks, Scrub Oaks, tropical palms and other trees, shrubs and vines I can't even begin to identify. When the mosquitos aren't feasting I love sitting out in the yard and just watching the world go by.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An assortment of palms, vines and oaks in the backyard.</td></tr>
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The yard is a haven for Cardinals, Blue Jays, Mockingbirds, Doves and a variety of songbirds. Now and then a Great Blue Heron flies overhead on his or her way to and from the sound or the bay. Some days a Red Tailed Hawk swoops through the yard hoping to catch an unwarry bird or squirrel.<br />
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Did I say squirrels? Our oak trees are actually giant squirrel condos. The trees are festooned with squirrel nests. If I could peek inside the nests I'd see the downy fluffs of my dogs' fur. I frequently see the squirrels carrying those tufts of fur up to their nests.<br />
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Across the back of our yard is a thicket of oaks, palms and lots of vines. This is my dogs' favorite part of the yard, a wooded jungle of sorts. They can go back there and hide if and when they want. <br />
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Hmm! I guess my grandson is right. I do live in the woods. And best of all, I love it.<br />
<br />Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565945884554720094.post-57875904493549920132013-07-22T13:42:00.000-05:002013-07-22T13:47:11.483-05:00Rain, Rain and More Rain<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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As I'm writing this post there's a deluge of rain just outside my door. I'm talking lots and lots of rain, gully washer rain, monsoon rain. Here on the Florida Gulf Coast, this is the season for warm tropical rains accompanied by lightning and booming, rolling thunder.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rain in the backyard.</td></tr>
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This July has been nothing but rain, rain and more rain. The beach tourists have been greatly disappointed in day after day of rain and very little bright summer sun. This isn't good beach weather. Just sayin' ...<br />
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I've lived in Florida off and on for over thirty-one years. Some summers are scorching hot with very little rain. Some summers are almost nothing but torrential downpours of warm tropical rain. Well, this is one of those rainy summers for the Florida Panhandle.<br />
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I couldn't resist snapping a few rain photos to add to this post. <br />
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It's a good thing I love rain. I love the sound of the rain, love watching the deluge of raindrops, love the fresh, clean smell of rain.<br />
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I lived in Las Vegas for eleven years where it rained only a couple times a year. Then I lived in the Texas Hill Country where it only rained twice in sixteen months. So given the choice, I'd rather live where it rains a lot. <br />
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On the other hand, my dogs Dude and Shani would rather live where it rarely rains. These two are not rain dogs. On days like this they go to the back door and look out at the rain, then go to the front door to see if it's raining out there too. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rain in the front yard.</td></tr>
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Rainy days are a great time to read. So what am I reading today? Some days I'm bouncing around between books, a little of this and a little of that. So here are today's books: <strong><em>Midnight on Julia Street </em></strong>by Ciji Ware (on my Kindle Fire) and <strong><em>A Deadly Shade of Gold </em></strong>by John D. MacDonald (paperback). Both books are great reads.Teri Heyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12734384917646492938noreply@blogger.com1