tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105609692024-03-23T19:29:14.760+01:00Sam's SpotErotic romance writer Samantha WinstonSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.comBlogger689125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-24165989089871343322015-06-21T00:19:00.002+02:002015-06-21T00:19:20.915+02:00New addressHere is the new address for my blog. Feel free to drop by!<br />
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https://jennifermacaire.wordpress.com/<br />
<br />Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-57798559918323237012010-03-13T12:26:00.003+01:002010-03-13T12:34:56.460+01:00All Work and No Play...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_w8CUAUCGE3QupQTFiLE9xaKqH4up8cQ6dISK9Ym9G58mCNLqmhj_4FJSbFD_YSfvIAtw_6u4p1o3QO1Z_qphUUbfid5NzfkNzUxgUn3bt4EiqUhQbBYGT4Pg0v_AVRtBP_Yq/s1600-h/lunch.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448080256101112434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_w8CUAUCGE3QupQTFiLE9xaKqH4up8cQ6dISK9Ym9G58mCNLqmhj_4FJSbFD_YSfvIAtw_6u4p1o3QO1Z_qphUUbfid5NzfkNzUxgUn3bt4EiqUhQbBYGT4Pg0v_AVRtBP_Yq/s320/lunch.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have yet to settle into my new schedule, so I have yet to work out when:<br />To log on to the internet and write in my blog</div><div>Read and write books</div><div>To do housework & Cook</div><div>Take kids to various sporting events, social functions, school, etc.</div><div>Play with the dogs or take a walk, play some golf or go to the pool and swim...</div><br /><div>...but</div><br /><div>I do know when I'm working. </div><div>(Seems like it's about 12 hours a day right now). </div><div>This morning my English student didn't show up and I got a whole hour free just to fiddle around on the internet! Hello blog and Facebook page! </div><div>This afternoon I have another English lesson and about 5 hours of work lined up for me. </div><div>Tomorrow is another horse show, so there goes my Sunday. </div><div>I wonder if I can clone myself? </div><br /><div>:-)</div><div>Meanwhile here is a picture of my daughter setting the table for lunch. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-58200982991762748442010-02-06T13:15:00.002+01:002010-02-06T13:18:21.411+01:00Red Sage ContestA Valentine Day Contest!<br /><br />This month Red Sage is celebrating the month of love and romance with a new look for their web site and --what else?--a Contest!<br />If you visit the <a href="www.eredsage.com ">Red Sage website</a> and <a href="http://redsagerevealed.blogspot.com">blog</a> this month you can win free books from your favorite Red Sage authors!<br />Here's how:<br />All month long, authors are blogging about their sexiest heroes and heroines and giving away the book in which they appear. How do you win these ultra-steamy reads? Just leave a comment and you're entered to win! Comment every day, if you'd like--it'll improve your chances of winning!<br />I'll be blogging on the 21st with an excerpt and I'd love for you to stop by and comment - and hopefully win a romance book for Valentine's Day!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-38347577361825326812010-02-04T13:59:00.002+01:002010-02-04T14:03:43.739+01:00The Wife School<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_IqY4O-Nn2ieJJwgz61LNcEClq9egnAGVuurFPfO9e0PR4pG-DxezoqJjJloQ6m3ndEOymdQXi0J4zPj84NIc33Rq061UMIclO69Yn_U54evNftH4QHJWmtdWWxj1XZ-53Nl/s1600-h/TheWifeSchool.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_IqY4O-Nn2ieJJwgz61LNcEClq9egnAGVuurFPfO9e0PR4pG-DxezoqJjJloQ6m3ndEOymdQXi0J4zPj84NIc33Rq061UMIclO69Yn_U54evNftH4QHJWmtdWWxj1XZ-53Nl/s320/TheWifeSchool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434373233718403218" /></a><br />My new book, <a href="http://eredsage.com/store/The_Wife_School_Samantha_Winston.html#thumb">the Wife School,</a> is now available at Red Sage!<br /><br />Arnold Souche has everything under control. He made a mistake with his first wife, but his second wife will be perfect. So that she doesn’t get any wild ideas, he sends her to an all-girls school in Switzerland to be raised by nuns, and gives her in the dowdiest clothes possible. Amelia is content to go along with Arnold, until the day Ben arrives in her life and suddenly she realizes that nothing can replace passion and love. But if she leaves Arnold, she’ll owe him a quarter of a million dollars, and suddenly true love is looking like something she’ll never attain.<br /><br />It's an erotic spoof (loosely based) on Moliere's classic tale, the School for Wives - & it's only 3.50, so go grab a copy - what are you waiting for?Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-31419596273444585752010-02-01T21:05:00.006+01:002010-02-13T18:26:00.474+01:00Short Hair<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhpeSV7ta1faXjQccBbNpvpZIozIp3cIYr7noWjocTIpaw2j3d5vLCneIdpaycOSZiLr99jU6MWxjDJy2mDE58mYeeNji6nk_ne1pll6cIduTaOK29sX6DYOWNbeuSD0Wq1Q5/s1600-h/DSCF1472.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhpeSV7ta1faXjQccBbNpvpZIozIp3cIYr7noWjocTIpaw2j3d5vLCneIdpaycOSZiLr99jU6MWxjDJy2mDE58mYeeNji6nk_ne1pll6cIduTaOK29sX6DYOWNbeuSD0Wq1Q5/s320/DSCF1472.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437780576573503842" /></a><br /><br /><div>What was I waiting for?? An eco-haircut. </div><div>So much easier - just wash and rinse, no need to spend time under the dryer, saves water and electricity too.<br /></div><div>:-)</div><div>I was just over at <a href="http://charlesgramlich.blogspot.com/">Charles' blog,</a> and he mentioned reading a book that I read not long ago, and he loved it. I liked it too, and I actually bought the first three of the series because I loved the sample chapter I read, and the books sounded great. Well, they are very well written, and as Charles says, they have terrific atmosphere. The mysteries are well thought out, the research and history is solid and shows - but I have to admit - I hate one of the characters in the book So much that it just ruins the whole thing for me. The hero's girlfriend is so dreadful (to me - this is just my opinion, lol) that I can't read the books. The characer ruined the story for me. </div><div>This is the third time this has happened to me - the first time was Sookie Sackhouse, who I ended up loathing, (poor thing - even though I thought books 1 & 2 were fun, by book 3 I was ready to strangle the heroine...). The second time was the Outlander series, and the character of Brianna set my teeth on edge. In the end, I simply skipped over the chapters where she appeared. Has this ever happened to you? Let me know - I am starting to feel a bit silly letting one character ruin an entire book!</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-72178878579189459812009-11-23T18:49:00.004+01:002009-11-23T19:02:05.602+01:00A concert in a castle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPV6r4NIcLP2lKiOtvGqaOvSSJjhIAfydFDmUp-Cy1HFhoSvgV6EG72S3ItIZzj6AWcZEQAPk4m4BAt4o9MIal1_89Wtnhmfcz5KDsiTa7aAUiQXSJodw1STiDIdyXdj6l2_Sy/s1600/09_affiche_agremens.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407358346891998978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPV6r4NIcLP2lKiOtvGqaOvSSJjhIAfydFDmUp-Cy1HFhoSvgV6EG72S3ItIZzj6AWcZEQAPk4m4BAt4o9MIal1_89Wtnhmfcz5KDsiTa7aAUiQXSJodw1STiDIdyXdj6l2_Sy/s320/09_affiche_agremens.jpg" /></a> (link to english site: http://www.festesdethalie.org/welcome.html)<br />I was invited to go to a <a href="http://www.festesdethalie.org/ORPHEON/ORPHEON_2009/09_agrements.html">concert in the Chateau Thoiry </a>on Saturday. It was a mixture of scenes from Moliere's plays and baroque music. (Here is a <a href="http://www.festesdethalie.org/welcome.html">link to the English site</a>)<br />It was lovely - except we had terrible seats (way in the back of the room - all we could see were the actor's heads, luckily they were very expressive). The music was all right - you hear one baroque sonate, you've heard them all... but the flutist and the clavicord player were wonderful. The clavicord dated from 1773 (it was redone, of course, but it was a lovely instrument) and the flute had a beautiful soft sound.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-61232474920017565292009-11-15T09:59:00.005+01:002009-11-15T10:16:41.920+01:00A deer in the countryside<div>Last week I was a beater in an organized wild boar hunt in the Rambouillet forest. What this means is, wearing a bright orange vest, I walked in line (more or less) with other beaters toward the hunting line. The animals are pushed toward the hunters, who are under strict orders as to what and what they can not shoot. For example, that day we were hunting wild boars and foxes - both which were causing damage to the area. But the hunters could not shoot female wild boar over a certain weight (I have no idea how they judge this - or how a hunter can tell - they all look the same to me, big, black and hairy!) and there is a fine if the hunter shoots the wrong animal.</div><div>As we walked, I saw red deer, roe deer, wild boar, snipe, pheasants, including an incredible golden pheasant with a four foot long tail - and I got stuck in brambles, found a wonderful porcini mushroom that I put in my hat to carry (and we had an omelette the next day with it - yum!) and had a fun day. My dachshund, Auguste, was there hunting as well, and he had a wonderful day running about. His short legs were so tired at the end of the day I had to carry him out of the woods! </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43FOVA-1gA0NxrN0dbiF0meQ-OBHoucwUjG6wJ6JgouKA31AE4vu-y19uRJCLZ5rK0Z_8cCg5pEvED5c3jRo3v_fSFVUkyYf1j20E230lB7GjNcrTiyIkWI7ehQ51X9OOtmZY/s1600-h/DSCF1061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404255574051287298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43FOVA-1gA0NxrN0dbiF0meQ-OBHoucwUjG6wJ6JgouKA31AE4vu-y19uRJCLZ5rK0Z_8cCg5pEvED5c3jRo3v_fSFVUkyYf1j20E230lB7GjNcrTiyIkWI7ehQ51X9OOtmZY/s320/DSCF1061.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AV6YvNKHhaRGgowanTO-mj3VjX_KMQ9WVb1R9HVQpqn9jjZd8dE8lzIfBxuidMUtjx4R-vE-tlert-uOnohrlPEzE2wZC7mroQEBAX_DJJtI82PJtEwhuPDMGnUUMJV62Mka/s1600-h/DSCF1062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404255461752016210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AV6YvNKHhaRGgowanTO-mj3VjX_KMQ9WVb1R9HVQpqn9jjZd8dE8lzIfBxuidMUtjx4R-vE-tlert-uOnohrlPEzE2wZC7mroQEBAX_DJJtI82PJtEwhuPDMGnUUMJV62Mka/s320/DSCF1062.JPG" /></a> Not a porcini pushroom! but the porcini like to grow around where these grow - so when I see one of these, I look extra carefully in the area.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNgAzDnqQt8tCf2EGny6uDBJWhkSdG5jI-0LXujnrjT4z7FY2sDza1ipJwOnPCKZxGgAzKnd0zlNJzreG9nI0XY1qAvF2CwV8DL14X0-yGLfI4Oia-lXURya49nxFQTx1Ww4MZ/s1600-h/DSCF1040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404255047167237490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNgAzDnqQt8tCf2EGny6uDBJWhkSdG5jI-0LXujnrjT4z7FY2sDza1ipJwOnPCKZxGgAzKnd0zlNJzreG9nI0XY1qAvF2CwV8DL14X0-yGLfI4Oia-lXURya49nxFQTx1Ww4MZ/s320/DSCF1040.JPG" /></a>Beaters lining up before the hunt begins.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgm2GCTXoGZVPjJbTVmQJDMwOq4XOwhqH2gGT41tdQw96TIdcP8TN-P04kLXXsamc9VglBlIWxEOpozHBEVGrF9cYDt6JY0P5j9C3IBNhFPmS3z7klqZQ_AvFCR5hRiOaMfg-/s1600-h/DSCF1060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404252646555356290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgm2GCTXoGZVPjJbTVmQJDMwOq4XOwhqH2gGT41tdQw96TIdcP8TN-P04kLXXsamc9VglBlIWxEOpozHBEVGrF9cYDt6JY0P5j9C3IBNhFPmS3z7klqZQ_AvFCR5hRiOaMfg-/s320/DSCF1060.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-70330437151523430182009-11-10T13:12:00.003+01:002009-11-10T13:16:01.659+01:00Quince Jelly<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg28A5Cnvr2dzXDDHAqyDJnRZij6b18fo4spdogxLzgHJ8ToVf7M7AIF-Ivn38udctmdI5F_ikvg-IpDswEF1y18aZgIch95XkSP9M7FiUxRgCgf1OqUwkxvKxn2eugvyRg0JF6/s1600-h/DSCF0987.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402446808346559506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg28A5Cnvr2dzXDDHAqyDJnRZij6b18fo4spdogxLzgHJ8ToVf7M7AIF-Ivn38udctmdI5F_ikvg-IpDswEF1y18aZgIch95XkSP9M7FiUxRgCgf1OqUwkxvKxn2eugvyRg0JF6/s320/DSCF0987.JPG" /></a><br /><div>The other day I made quince jelly - it looked so lovely when it was done - the prettiest peach color - I had to take a picture of my breakfast! </div><div>Quince jelly:</div><div>Cut up four or five quinces (leave the skin, but wipe the fuzz off) and cut out the seeds. Cover with water and boil for about an hour. Strain and then add the same amount of sugar as juice (I never measure, I just looked and guessed - but probably measure the cups of water / cups of sugar ratio. Add the juice of one lemon. Bring to a boil and cook 10 more minutes then pour into jam jars. Let set overnight. </div><div>Enjoy! </div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-62375305445163892232009-11-03T13:39:00.002+01:002009-11-03T13:42:13.653+01:00Paris<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtC-LyvGFIXxpQWLdMViUHpP0WjEGXrlqyVjOa_lGNjMOXRzZD4sgO4B__llv5jMIbwZ60KJtGKphEZC0d-YgFBDQquNXtcFdnWlMGFJsJrQDXOyoRENxvlhmjGrs4PirDBmA-/s1600-h/DSCF0863.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399856129645130434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtC-LyvGFIXxpQWLdMViUHpP0WjEGXrlqyVjOa_lGNjMOXRzZD4sgO4B__llv5jMIbwZ60KJtGKphEZC0d-YgFBDQquNXtcFdnWlMGFJsJrQDXOyoRENxvlhmjGrs4PirDBmA-/s320/DSCF0863.JPG" /></a> Sometimes I forget I live near one of the most beautiful cities in the world. The other day, I took my cousins and daughter to Montmartre for lunch and we went to the Sacre Coeur to look at the view. After we went to Isle St. Louis and toured the Notre Dame.<br /><br /><div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-50001692816477652782009-10-28T11:13:00.004+01:002009-11-01T10:03:29.426+01:00October check up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL74LjRBFEnEwACX58x0XfLvIwQVfcte7dtMxU4cfMa3G2BQYW1cKGPxm5bvTpV36hOCP8baTPlu3nfDCi1wMuX9BPSrigT8exL8_ZcwRAKsPJzr4pW0JwCP-mhhbn1I_MzPiR/s1600-h/kalin+des+vents.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399058209260805714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL74LjRBFEnEwACX58x0XfLvIwQVfcte7dtMxU4cfMa3G2BQYW1cKGPxm5bvTpV36hOCP8baTPlu3nfDCi1wMuX9BPSrigT8exL8_ZcwRAKsPJzr4pW0JwCP-mhhbn1I_MzPiR/s320/kalin+des+vents.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_e3bxAnOe5aGyy9UivquUn5cJr9o9sL4tNhwUr_IZDIVhiFnN6aAviN1F2rQh_zrIHoLUxZbnXJiv6QQRzrpH6PE2kRbpNCBA1LZBTia-CVVtRy4tAOYLD8oPjkBvYDo8zTS/s1600-h/DSCF0957.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399058126789112242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_e3bxAnOe5aGyy9UivquUn5cJr9o9sL4tNhwUr_IZDIVhiFnN6aAviN1F2rQh_zrIHoLUxZbnXJiv6QQRzrpH6PE2kRbpNCBA1LZBTia-CVVtRy4tAOYLD8oPjkBvYDo8zTS/s320/DSCF0957.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhseqDdIZ8_1S9Bq8Vk_81sJt5XzDg00xOHi0vHzOsXegfYa-lOpy2BA5gieigEVDFo59CF9eip1Jpa5udeCX1ZrtesyUGQMNhK2sQzufuZeLI6TLJc5pAJ-9gKUoPTg113SOY6/s1600-h/kalin_4.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397592973771936866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhseqDdIZ8_1S9Bq8Vk_81sJt5XzDg00xOHi0vHzOsXegfYa-lOpy2BA5gieigEVDFo59CF9eip1Jpa5udeCX1ZrtesyUGQMNhK2sQzufuZeLI6TLJc5pAJ-9gKUoPTg113SOY6/s320/kalin_4.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Sorry I have been AWOL - October went by faster than I thought it would! </div>Been busy working!<br /><br /><br /><div>Big news of the month- </div><br /><br /><div>We bought a horse for my daughter - it's an 11 yr old ex-cross country jumper. He injured his tendon last year and can't compete in high level cross country any more, so his owner sold him to us for Julia to ride. He's perfect for her; well trained and has lovely manners. His name is Kalin des Vents! </div><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-41559535707484682252009-09-14T17:01:00.007+02:002009-09-14T17:05:56.391+02:00The Street FairIt was the annual street fair in our village - up at 5 am to set up the tables in front of the house and watch as the village was transformed - 8 am the freinds arrived and we set out the goods - then it was all day sitting, chatting, selling (a little), drinking tea and coffee ( a lot), and having a good time.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQXCU_xU-8SEtyKN7WELhRyBKSA_ahKImUMRXDo3G3QjCL8GxWCFrPAexzBCqBEIBemfQJYETkUQkK24r8lypgA29yA6bBZ8FLdFzx7z5yQ5d77U3xuHT5BiI-aksNojofT6x/s1600-h/DSCF0830.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381339062241006370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQXCU_xU-8SEtyKN7WELhRyBKSA_ahKImUMRXDo3G3QjCL8GxWCFrPAexzBCqBEIBemfQJYETkUQkK24r8lypgA29yA6bBZ8FLdFzx7z5yQ5d77U3xuHT5BiI-aksNojofT6x/s320/DSCF0830.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhOoOXdmNu2yZ_-FJi5TD_58kxWQ8vikQayccFzh8VV6MXkx7RhhUx8_sbWx9EMbmzs2j2z1T__AmyMdCsvZoStx6BMgfgrTRbN3p5jJMgHKV2EysA8z5RBgzX0bpFNZ52wtm/s1600-h/DSCF0832.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381338982333654882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhOoOXdmNu2yZ_-FJi5TD_58kxWQ8vikQayccFzh8VV6MXkx7RhhUx8_sbWx9EMbmzs2j2z1T__AmyMdCsvZoStx6BMgfgrTRbN3p5jJMgHKV2EysA8z5RBgzX0bpFNZ52wtm/s320/DSCF0832.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wWWt2q6ceLMq-8H4RjxPp2IaJRzfNC66ZP0mY-EzWaEx5KQPTMKIBmLqLTI29cnHcDPEyt99oMMSO2SDPONv-hcCgzeUPMyVT6zfIfVrmrZYNlhjm5bG_Slrfhbdkr7-Xnf8/s1600-h/DSCF0835.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381338908700007426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wWWt2q6ceLMq-8H4RjxPp2IaJRzfNC66ZP0mY-EzWaEx5KQPTMKIBmLqLTI29cnHcDPEyt99oMMSO2SDPONv-hcCgzeUPMyVT6zfIfVrmrZYNlhjm5bG_Slrfhbdkr7-Xnf8/s320/DSCF0835.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9gAPQ0X2u_nEiuwPpAgEjVNMhFul8AvJxsG_zYwcjb7DjrJtOYBfVNIjnE-AwxpWnGUvtZWdGON32xJqNXrwiwKvFDSPVnRnipEdI9VGUQEs-9_I3P7Xng00X9BrmBxjZ3Og/s1600-h/DSCF0833.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381338758971222114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9gAPQ0X2u_nEiuwPpAgEjVNMhFul8AvJxsG_zYwcjb7DjrJtOYBfVNIjnE-AwxpWnGUvtZWdGON32xJqNXrwiwKvFDSPVnRnipEdI9VGUQEs-9_I3P7Xng00X9BrmBxjZ3Og/s320/DSCF0833.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vKe4fg4skxFW-KBHjW6BFgXMh7wO5nlBkWf3cYqZ75oKLulo9uj9-M9CPP06GxT7ASzqVVa5CXjG_rJS_LYRIaWXRNAdODvcU-iqf4Rocuw7cnsSsoCpaETlVw0uv8aSzQTV/s1600-h/DSCF0823.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381338682099036178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vKe4fg4skxFW-KBHjW6BFgXMh7wO5nlBkWf3cYqZ75oKLulo9uj9-M9CPP06GxT7ASzqVVa5CXjG_rJS_LYRIaWXRNAdODvcU-iqf4Rocuw7cnsSsoCpaETlVw0uv8aSzQTV/s320/DSCF0823.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-48476812267209623382009-09-02T10:02:00.010+02:002009-09-02T10:15:24.164+02:00Kite flying day<div align="center">It was a glorious day - I'd been sitting inside all day working, so when 5 o clock rolled around, I gathered kids and dogs and out we went to fly a kite! </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52PnsCEGpfVMmi_KpJKoYDSp9tY9TLxAsl3WMlH1vcbiLYeEzBm8-F24O9govqjyoYus9Vhnl5i-VpfK2O6jAM3lO7oJpfR18ee1GEqsCGy9NXovwYPfNkwdjlnq3gY10nCXF/s1600-h/DSCF0762.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376780386614681906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52PnsCEGpfVMmi_KpJKoYDSp9tY9TLxAsl3WMlH1vcbiLYeEzBm8-F24O9govqjyoYus9Vhnl5i-VpfK2O6jAM3lO7oJpfR18ee1GEqsCGy9NXovwYPfNkwdjlnq3gY10nCXF/s320/DSCF0762.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376780087209907106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifg6hZ_6cB4RPoIeHHAbNZaGsnPaHEn8Zbl7W746AgMn03uOP5_NEhF2EAfLR7ltD3MI1-MSsIsPGms4i6gyOeLgb7ghe7dLyeGjQqf7qceBDAmdkjBoVAipzAbxBgMyU76Mny/s320/DSCF0759.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376777972764926002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNwZsNivz3eys1ye-xJShqrMMDChGfVL81eE2H8kiZDrJe3XY32nGmDAxibiyNO6tJPpEn2PGPNIdsFhKhTqUTh9EuQvpAgzDYylgpkaJdP-_3AU5-z8jkIo-nHqWP7IrKZyC/s320/DSCF0758.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376778649296883650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBZrRCWQksMiLiXHxutAfBbSItU6Cd7o6WSlW0Lnv9okHHR0GlbdiecnlHeIhIpOL9kNoBcbsURR7WcMzm02ZCIGpi8kq6L5Gxds7Wj8QSF6Ia6xxmw-i6HZq721GUpJzUPok2/s320/DSCF0799.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div></div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-66219311908758199172009-08-27T10:43:00.001+02:002009-08-27T10:46:24.086+02:00Leave Honey on Your SkinA while ago, my short story Leave Honey on Your Skin was made into a short animated film -<br />We've officially gotten past all the Do Not Post deadlines.<br />Post post post away to your heart's content! <br /><br />Thanks!!<br />Here is the link:<br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/4923080">http://vimeo.com/4923080</a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-22779211100104327372009-08-25T13:38:00.000+02:002009-08-25T13:39:21.029+02:00Just a funny doggy picture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qpLH-huINcU5a8lXgPUC66_aoVDoKDETwkRsm4m0srJicf5a7oxCjqmljcd3byFmsHBbDDjP2ds30gzOMojFbKi1zLx-NCvlu8pTsc9exfY4X1gVYT2wsOReuBTq97oScOOz/s1600-h/DSCF0550.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373864562480087490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qpLH-huINcU5a8lXgPUC66_aoVDoKDETwkRsm4m0srJicf5a7oxCjqmljcd3byFmsHBbDDjP2ds30gzOMojFbKi1zLx-NCvlu8pTsc9exfY4X1gVYT2wsOReuBTq97oScOOz/s320/DSCF0550.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-31652890290344311112009-08-23T10:22:00.001+02:002009-08-23T10:22:38.120+02:00Chigger seasonWell, August is flying by! I had a lovely week vacation at the seaside - the weather was incredible and I took my daughter to the races and yearling sales and we saw some lovely horses. (and there was polo, of course, as my husband is working there until the end of the month!) Then it was back home to another marathon week of work, which Imanaged to wrap up yesterday, so I'm going to putter about today and maybe look wistfully ut the wiondow and think of going into the garden - but I won't. It's fall, and that means the chiggers and spiders are out in swarms and I am literally bitten up all over - and the bites itch. Oh well - now I'm waiting impatiently for the first freeze - I think I'll still be alive by then, lol. The dry, very hot weather has aggravated the chigger condition, and I have to stop wanting to do gardening work - everything is burnt dry as straw anyway - but the other day I wanted to harvest my lavender and my silver dollar plants (the lavender goes in a big bowl in the kitchen and gets turned into sachets or I use it to freshen the vacuume cleaner. And the silver dollar plants are so pretty when you pick them at the right time - you get a huge lovely bouquet to last the winter. )And so I'm covered with bites, lol.And just an aside - My cousin gave me the most wonderful tea - one for the morning (Earl Gray - French Blue, it's called) and one for the night called Red Nile - Rooisbus with Marigold) So I sit at my desk with a pot of fragrant tea. It's quite a change from my mug of coffee!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-45374386224224573292009-08-22T17:27:00.004+02:002009-08-22T17:29:57.200+02:00the strangest title for an article...I wasn't looking for strange titles, but when I read this one, I thought maybe I was having some sort of LSD flashback. (I didn't ever take LSD, to chicken, but I'm sure that if I had, and had a flashback, it owuld have felt like this.<br />The title of the article is in the NY Times and reads:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Snorkel Genes Help Deepwater Rice Survive</span><br /><br />And if you don't believe me, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/25/science/25obsnorkel.html?hpw">go look</a>.<br /><br />Can anyone find a stranger one than that?Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-84016814830297950042009-08-20T19:58:00.003+02:002009-08-22T08:55:32.604+02:00Will those of you who believe he's guilty, raise your hand...But first read this - it's quite unbelievable.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.lrb.co.uk/v29/n12/mile01_.html">http://www.lrb.co.uk/v29/n12/mile01_.html</a><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't know how many of you remember the Lockerbie bombing. I do, because actually a group of school kids on that flight were from a town right next to mine in NY. It was horrific, and I remember scanning the news and feeling nothing but relief when the bomber was brought to justice. Then, a few days ago, I read the bomber was being released. At first I was horrified, then I read he had only three months to live, and compassion won. I thought to myself, 'well, it's not as if he's getting out of jail free'. I kept reading articles, and a few things caught my eye. For one, he's always protested his innocence. Well, most murderers do, I believe, so that didn't really bother me. What bothered me was the coincidence of an American capt. who shot down a plane full of civilans about a year prior to that - the plane was Iranian. The incident was murky, and the capt. got a medal, if you can believe that. And, another article posted this link, (<em>link above</em>) that I put off reading for some reason until today, and the bomber was released. Then I decided I wanted to know more...<br /><br />The article makes horrifying reading. And when I was done, I was glad the man was back in Libya - at home.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-71924794433547538462009-08-20T12:07:00.003+02:002009-08-20T12:27:15.991+02:00That spider was SO big...I love the end of summer, except for one thing. In the fall, the spiders appear. And it's the survival of the fittest here in our lovely countryside. Only the biggest, strongest ones make it until September. And the biggest and the strongest are the ones you notice the most - especially if it's climbing up your white curtain.<br /><br />We have loads of spiders here - from taratula-sized brown house spiders to spindly daddy long-legs<em> (that we all played with as children - you don't find out how poisonous they are until you start reading scientific journals, and the reasurance that 'they can't possibly inject their poison into a human' is scant comfort)</em> to brightly-colored crab spiders of yellow, pink and bright green (depending which flower it's crouched in), to tiger-striped orb spiders, and the huge, gray web-spinners that scare you silly until you realize <em>'That's Charlotte of Charlotte's web!'</em> (they still scare me silly).<br />I have arachnephobia, and even though I try my hardest to convince myself that spiders are <em>'Our Friends'</em> - whenever I see one I want to sprint away, and if one accidently lands on me, I swear I could beat Bolt's best 100 meter dash time with no problem, probably running backwards with my eyes shut.<br /><br />Today I saw a huge house spider (<em>perfectly harmless I Know that</em>!) Crawling up my curtain.<br /><br /><strong>That spider was So big</strong> - it didn't fit into the vacuum-cleaner tube. It's legs hung way out and I had a fit of the willies as I tried to cram it down the tube and vacuum it up.<br /><br />Other spiders that were so big...<br /><br /><strong>That spider was So big</strong> I thought it was my son's plastic toy spider and almost reached over to pick it up. It moved. So did I - levitating to the ceiling then flying to the kitchen where I grabbed the first thing (a flyswatter on the chair) I managed to kill the creature minutes before the real estate agent walked in to show the house.<br /><br /><strong>That spider was so big</strong> it was drinking out of the dog's dish in the kitchen. A St. Thomas tarantula. When it's sitting on your homework, you get a note from your mother explaining to your teacher why you didn't bring your homework in - and the teacher understood.<br /><br /><strong>That spider was so big</strong> it covered a whole paragraph of the book I was reading. My son had just tipped it onto my book with a pleased "Look what I found mommy!" I slammed the book shut before it skittered off onto my lap. It was just nerves. My son, who loves spiders, never did forgive me.<br /><br /><strong>That spider was so big</strong> that when it fell into my sister-in-law's suitcase, she slapped it shut then looked at me. We were staying with our inlaws for the weekend. "I'll lend you clothes," I said. She gave the suitcase, still shut, to her concierge to unpack. (along with a huge tip).Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-61686081136253211312009-08-19T21:24:00.003+02:002009-08-19T21:37:05.227+02:00The end of SummerWe're having a heat wave - it hasn't been so hot in ages, and we can't water gardens or wash our cars. I actually don't mind the heat - but it is odd to see the grass and leaves turning brown so soon. Autumn seems to be already here. The sunsets are yellow, dust hangs in the air. The feilds are bare - shaved of their crops, and there is a quiet, end-of-summer feeling in the village. Even the dogs are too hot to bark. Pretty soon the village children will be back from their vacations and there will be shouting, the sounds of skate boards and bike bells, and by then the chestnuts will be ripe and so will the apples. I never liked spring much - but I love the end of summer. The ground is so hard it might be frozen, and the sky, in the afternoon, is a blue teacup overhead. Heat mirages shimmer on the road and rooftops, and the dogs won't leave the hallway, lying on the cool tiles all day long, only moving to change position - from back to side to stomach - with wagging tails to chase away the sleepy wasps.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-18533594443629846362009-08-18T21:05:00.004+02:002009-08-18T21:11:32.225+02:00The market in Houlgate (by Gustave Eiffel)We were staying in the village of Houlgate last week, and I went to the covered market. The strawberry vendor told me all about the market building - seems it was designed by Gustave Eiffel! From towers in Paris to bridges in Spain, to markets in Houlgate...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbmIh8PLdXWECr3COiX6gUZ2jnCkW6aLZ6u-uVnxLnMvljzHQGzwY0AfUs9UwbfFwy2vSHHSSYVk56B2tputx8ULal-azCRdAQcISSlR6tO4JWtPfpcO9HP7GfT_ZU6ogKkdA/s1600-h/DSCF0571.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371382558005940722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdbmIh8PLdXWECr3COiX6gUZ2jnCkW6aLZ6u-uVnxLnMvljzHQGzwY0AfUs9UwbfFwy2vSHHSSYVk56B2tputx8ULal-azCRdAQcISSlR6tO4JWtPfpcO9HP7GfT_ZU6ogKkdA/s320/DSCF0571.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_urE9MssftodjivqMxGRvFFeXcToU-2Z08JqEf_eDxbol_KupdWUT4oR_hcoiDA1TsMr0ut2cac45O42Ssjj3PNQ7mEB4eWJSqDxMGfvfd_Gi6YnznYxdNaBxVP5r6dojifbJ/s1600-h/DSCF0568.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371382486089398018" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSlsUq8gCDST9jou1DmKtnGRZSfCn_5EiDktCAtJ87SGMs1WE3MrAncoACpqsaOwdk3b3iK2nl8pvMy7FABHWz4ioAJ2XavCkrk0YW7Ev5ddG6gdvs8qGIpL_nyk_qD7VU28kZ/s320/DSCF0570.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-23193539959043124032009-08-08T11:39:00.001+02:002009-08-08T11:43:57.291+02:00The Dawgs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJAil8I2XOFYdhp6sOKwJ5YJx2ZDapxlVuN6AsZHVrqJJ_DDaTxzOcp8_UJuQKabwXAzjH109-c0J0ZA1f2RKYJFtSmPJvNCSdwsUtcl2SveHg4pdYXHMtVeRscR0i_SSvPXd/s1600-h/DSCF0552.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367525651285497314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJAil8I2XOFYdhp6sOKwJ5YJx2ZDapxlVuN6AsZHVrqJJ_DDaTxzOcp8_UJuQKabwXAzjH109-c0J0ZA1f2RKYJFtSmPJvNCSdwsUtcl2SveHg4pdYXHMtVeRscR0i_SSvPXd/s400/DSCF0552.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-83567457202600855602009-08-06T13:53:00.000+02:002009-08-06T13:55:18.584+02:00the day of the finals<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDmk-6VuHc1oNuDsDlT-sWE4BMi77MHgZwOLI62UbKNbMmXX15Dh5wyi3Heg6ApIYxAPPODQdSkmLHGUiPoOdqtZLzjQxoOtSjD6npEy_USYNxefwmO2nNJ1O5Hl-UvEE2S5N/s1600-h/DSCF0430.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366818084940875746" style="DISPLAY: block; 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