My daughter keeps saying, “Do the time travel!”
And I keep saying, “Eh.”
But it’s still in the back of my mind….
And then this morning I got a spam-like email from WordPress in regards to a comment here. Or somewhere. But it made me do a bit of digging to find this little WordPress site and say, “Wow, maybe it’s a sign.”
I’m living in the place that WW2 time travel was first inspired, so its natural that I’m thinking about it. My recent trip to the National Infantry Museum helped. I plan to go back…just need a time without kids tagging along.
I’m still on the fence about what to do after I finish my Strike Series under the name Beth Rhodes, so…
Time Travel is always an option!!
Every once in a while, I get a new follower on my WP blog. I don’t know how it happens…maybe this blog pops up in a search engine on occasion. It used to be called Bitching Betty–like me. 😀 Or maybe it’s the newer title about Time Travel, which I haven’t done [I mean WRITTEN!] in a couple of years…
So, I think it’s time to start double posting… just for the fun of it. Why not, right?
So, two posts today, and if you really do like me, my writing, or what you see here, you can catch me on my blogger blog OR at Through Heart-Shaped Glasses.
Also… I changed my mind!!
WordPress is posting advertisements now if we don’t upgrade to a No-ad account. Eff that! PLease, follow the links above, and find me on my blogger blog. 😀 ❤ Thanks. I truly heart that people are still signing up to follow me here…
Celebrating my new release from Entangled Publishing.
Letters From Home
An Army doctor, Lena Rodriguez has always been too busy with school or the Army for romance. But the letters she received during deployment have captured her heart. Back home for the holidays, she awaits Christmas morning to meet the man who has turned her life upside down.
When Zack Benson watched his best friend’s sister Lena leave for Afghanistan, he knew he had to tell her he loved her. So he sent her anonymous love letters. Now that she’s home, he realizes he’s made a tactical error. Lena has fallen for the man in those letters but still thinks of him as a brother. He has to convince her otherwise because if he succeeds, he’ll get the best Christmas present ever. But if he fails, he could lose her for good.
When I accidently posted a comment with my wordpress profile, I sent a new friend to my Time Travel Blog. I love the header on this thing… need to try to make it more readable, maybe?
I have come to one conclusion…There’s a reason my main blog is on Blogger. 😛 I like it. This is kind of awful over here. The widgets are hard to use. What am I doing wrong? Are we so predictably stereotyped that each of us can love or hate WordPress vs. Blogger? I don’t know anyone who likes both, let’s put it that way.
To my lovely new follower, Becky Doughty, I’m so glad you’re here. I love my time travel. I love history. I love my Faith, which transcends history, and my Church, which defines history. You stopped in here and reminded me that I’d gotten a bit sidetracked.
Feel free to stop in again, anytime!
But tomorrow, swing by my contemporary romance blog where I’m celebrating my Debut Release, For Love or Duty. It’s going to be a GREAT day.
the previous posts…unless you like listening to a person rant. 😀
Who knows what I’ll do here…but I like keeping my options open.
I’m in a funk.
I was really, really, REALLY looking forward to having 3 days a week with 2.5 hours a morning of time to myself. ONly to find out that number 4 will have to go to school in the afternoon. AFTERNOON!!!! That means, damn it! That I won’t get that free time. Time to write uninterrupted.
It feels selfish…but, rather, I like to think of it as disappointment. HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT.
I guess this all just part of being bitchy… Grrrr.
On the other hand, my daughter took her father to Open House last night, and her teacher took this time to inform her father how much she’s falling behind. OMG! was I pissed or what! First of all, we [parents] were told specifically that this was NOT parent-teacher conference time! We should restrain ourselves from having lengthy conversations with the teacher. This was inappropriate. It was an open door, open session–anyone could walk in–visit. My daughter’s brother was standing right there with them. I mean, COME ON!
My daughter is strong and she held it together with stoic appreciation. But when she got home, she cried. And of course, hubby is just upset that she has fallen behind. He doesn’t really see the wrong. But I do! and I emailed that teacher and told her what I thought. Nicely. Bitchy is for this blog.
Sometimes, I hate teachers. Why are they like this? Have you ever had a teacher talk to you condescendingly? I have. Many times. It just pisses me off. This is the icing on the cake though. You don’t mess with my kids! Stupid.
The guy wouldn’t give me his name… and was close-mouthed about what kind of truck he was selling. FREAK! I mean, if you’re going to advertise and sell a truck whether it be from your front yard or the classified or the internet, YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO TALK TO STRANGERS!
I mean, my husband and I have browsed dozens upon dozens of truck ads in the past several weeks. How the hell am I supposed to know what guy is calling me… if he doesn’t tell me?
Also, and this is the kicker, the wife posts on craigslist, a chevy truck for $2500…Matt emails her[cuz, the woman didn’t put her phone number in the ad] and 2 days later the woman emails him back. No number, just, I’ll get you some pictures. Matt gets the pictures and finally talks to the woman, who, btw, knows nothing about the truck. The NEXT day, there’s a new ad on Craigslist, with pictures, a chevy truck for $3000. Can you believe that shit?
Who wants to do business with shifty people like that? Jiminy Cricket! What is wrong with people? The internet is not an excuse for dishonesty and two-facedness…