Do you still have a copy of my e-book?

I know this is a long shot, but do you remember that free down-loadable horror book I had up for awhile? Does anyone still have a copy of it?

Here's the problem, the people that were hosting the pdf closed down without warning. the book was on my other pc that is now broken, and I would really like to have a copy of it.


Thank you

An insult is like a drink

it affects one only if accepted. And pride is too heavy baggage for my journey.

~Robert Heinlein

It's almost midnight and I am up reading. The above line I thought was brilliant, and wanted to remember it. I thought that some of you might think so to.

I did say, it felt like this year

it was going to be a good year.

Some of you probably don't know this, and some of you forgot, but we have been borrowing a car for little over a year now.

Why?

My truck engine blew up while hauling cattle. Bought a new to be truck, blew the engine taking the rent-a-bull home. Our car transmission went out, after we had it rebuilt the year before, and we make $16,400 less then we did the year before. (Yep, just did taxes and saw it on paper. More then I thought it was)

We bought a used engine for the truck last year, March I think. We got it in, but the manifolds have bolts in them that can not be removed with out a special tool, like a torch. So my truck has sat there, and we have been borrowing a car from my husband's boss.

Husband came home the other day and informed me that he traded a rear tire for a motorcycle for manifold work. It shouldn't be too long before I have a working truck again.

But I do worry about dear good neighbor. I mean what will he do on weekdays if he can't do things for us with his truck?

Also, my stepfather. Things have turned rather interesting. The bumping man was made to train for 3 days and take a test. Turns out this test was a no fail test. And in front of the Union Reps, the bumping man FAILED the test. He failed it! Stepfather will keep his job for a few more months. I do wonder however, if the bumping man tanked it on purpose because of all the tension that this was all causing. I don't know, but it is a nice thought.

Her Big Fat Giveaway

I like free stuff, don't you?

ok here's the deal, Skippy mom is giving things away.

1 the DVD My Big Fat Greek Wedding
2 snacks (she's threatening us with homemade cookies over there.)

Like romantic comedies, and SNACKS!!!? Head over to I Make Soap and enter the giveaway. Tell her Phelan sent you, she'll know who you're talking about.

And somehow I made this Skippymom day, go figure.

(Yes, I do get an extra entry for doing this, work with me, I'll split the prize, you can have the dvd I want the cookies)

Giddy

I am doing a happy little snoopy dance. There is a good chance I will have a couple of books out before Christmas this year.

One is short stories, and the other is a kids cook book. No not self published. geeze you people are cynical.

I don't want to go into it too much, might just jinx myself and another Armageddon shall bestow itself on my head. Right SkippyMom? ~Giggle~ And just for the record, so no one gets confused, I was being playful, and giving Skippymom a shout-out. I enjoy reading her blog, I Make Soap. Even if I don't comment as much as I should.

Yep you too can be featured in a blog post if you reply almost daily and give me a what for when I might deserve it. I am in a very good mood so early in the morn. I have lots of things to be thankful for.

I was going through my photos yesterday, and that one on my sidebar of Large, it's the only one of him I could find on flikr that has him doing anything remotely farm/homestead related. Maybe there are some on my broke down pc. Husband said it was because Large didn't go outside much last summer, he was too busy turning into his mother. . . bookworm.

Husband and I listened to the James Talmage Stevens last night (Are You Prepared?) podcast here. Some friends of ours from APN and Pioneer Living were on. It was a good show, however when John (Pioneer living) said something remotely like what husband is wanting to do, he would start talking engineer speak again. I'm going to need to get John and husband together and hash it all out or something. I could barely hear the show at times. I finally told husband that he needs to sit there and look pretty.

I am in a experimentin' mood today. I wonder how much pain I can self inflict today all in the name of sci. . . homesteading. I have a few ideas, but I truly don't want it to hurt.

It just never looks right

I am messing with my blog, trying to make it look better and all that jazz. But it just never seem to look how I want it. I don't want to give up my links, as I use them myself.

any kind suggestions are welcome.

ok, I think I can live with this set up. The top of the page has links to the ezines and blogs I write for, link to the blogs I read, as well as my most popular posts

Oh, well now that DOESN'T taste like chicken

Those of you that read that group blog I use to write for, know that I make my own toothpaste.

But I was thinking the other day (besides the fact that I have way too much time on my hands in the winter) what happens if I can't get glycerin?

I know, strawberries, but might not have those in the winter either. And if I am ever forced to survive in the wilderness I know how to make a tooth paste out of bark or sassafras.

So I decided to see what I an do without glycerin, just to pass the time and torture my taste-buds a bit.

I saw a recipe that has you using clay powder. Well I don't have clay on hand, that one won't work. Maybe a little charred eggplant and sea salt. . . nope I have neither of those one hand.

And I have done the peroxide thing, and must say I don't care for the after taste one bit.


2tbsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp vodka
2 drops each: Oregano oil, wintergreen, peppermint

Now this is a toothpaste I could learn to love.

I can distill my own "vodka" so that wouldn't be a problem. I grow the mentioned herbs, and I have a bunch of baking soda.

Do you have your own recipe for toothpaste?

Even if you pay your dues, they won't protect you

I just got an email from my mother, my stepfather is at work this morning, and the shop is full of union reps to make sure that the man that is bumping my stepfather out of a job, doesn't get mistreated.

Of course my stepfather is a card carrying Union member who pays his dues, but who is there to protect him? It begs the question, whose. . . how to I put this delicately?. . . whose rear is this guy kissing?

There is one person that is on my stepfather's side. A union rep that is trying to get him some severance pay.

On the plus side of all this, the tension in the shop and within the union is so high, that this situation isn't bound to happen again.

Pythagorean Theorem

Husband disappeared. Usually he can be found hanging out with the boys watching a movie every night after dinner. But not on this night. I found him hunched over the lap top in our bedroom. "What are you doing?" I asked sweetly, just in case I was interrupting a particularly good episode of Bridget the Midget or something.

He looked up at me and answered. Have you ever had a moment when you could actually feel your eyes glaze over? When he was done explaining it to me, all I could say was, "My head hurts, I don't want to think right now."

I'm not saying that I'm a stupid person, math has never been my strong point. So he had to break it down a little bit for me, and explained that here is the sun, here is the windows, here is the depth that the sun will reach, open it up and here's the people.

He even drew it out for me.

I have been finding this stuff all over the house. He just writes it down as he sees it pop into his head. Walipini, underground chicken coop, free alternative heating sources using pop bottles or cans and geothermal power. He is writes over the boys doodles if he can't find a piece of paper.

Now Bridget the Midget I can understand, or even the pseudo religious aspects of sexual deviants in a Forrester Novel, or the Dawn of the Dead is a commentary on how we live life not to it's fullest but as the walking dead and allowing ourselves to be herded like cattle to the nearest consumer driven establishments all because of something shinny. I can even sew a thumb back on if you give me the opportunity, but this. . .

It's an interesting feeling having ones eyes glaze over slowly.