Aboutf Evil Angel by RD Larson

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Swine flu, eh? As if pearls thrown before and with a sow's ear no doubt!!!

Political Flash: Release the abuse photos or not? Comment below.

Doggie Flash: When I took Faline for a walk she spotted a deer high on the hillside.
Come to me, dearie deer, she called all the while yanking my arm out of its socket.
Don't tell me little dogs aren't tough. But she did stop when I told her no. She is very busy keeping me from rampant marauders all day and all night. Yip yip!

Obama wows the world

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Political slash: Hey, he did good, didn't he? Didn't even make a mistake, huh? Hey wasn't she warm and beautiful? Who? Who you say? The President and Mrs. Obama, that's who.

Doggie Flash: Faline's big deal is to count how many dogs she see in one trip to town! So far she is up to eight. She speaks kindly to each and everyone. Her favorite stop is the hardware store where the gatekeeper gives her a doggy bisquite. Today she made baby Autumn fall in love with her. Of course, she fell in love with beautiful sweet Autumn right back.

Fiction Flash: For crying out loud, go read my story at www.4nada.com and leave me a tiny tip. Please. I need the support as a writer. :D thank you.

Doggie Splash, Political Slash, and Fiction Flash

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Doggie Splash: Faline has been chasing mousies every night. She corners them in the wood pile and we set a trap where she can't get it. Then she comes in and we wait for action. She is the Huntress of Islewood Cottage!

Political Slash: Just saw Cheney on CNN. Who wants to listen to that old windbag? All I have in common with him is a pace maker. I wish he would shut up. I am mad at CNN for giving him air time. CNN and Anderson Cooper gave too much time to Rush Cheney and the octomom! Who really cares? Nobody but airheads that's who. Of course I don't mean YOU.

Fiction Flash: New stories from me at http://www.bookrix.com/ including a Christmas story with Albert Einstein as a character, egg nog and time travel. You can't go wrong with mix! There are others as well including the prize winning Losing Touch. My book Evil Angel has been re-released and now is available for download at Cambridge Books, writewords.com, fictionwise.com or mobipockets.com and of course amazon.com. A straight link to my book Evil Angel is

http://www.writewordsinc.com/evil-angel-e.html

The Gradephy Award for Literary Achievement

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It isn't every day that you have a dream come true. For my friend, Susan Wingate, today was the day her dream came true. Literally and fictionally. She had a dream that she won The Gradephy Award for Literary Achievement. NOW GO THERE AND READ WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!

Now if we can get Pamela Sue, Paris Hilton and Oprah to support this Award we'll be thrilled. Not to mention if we get Barack Obama to say this is an America Award which is born of dreams. LOL. (NOT little old lady, either!)

So when she woke up she told her husband. Then she put it on Facebook Wasn't that smart? She is very smart and if you think making up your own Literary Award from a dream is fun, you should read her book, Bobby's Diner. It's about a wife and an ex-wife that inherit the deceased hubby's dinner. Cats do fight, ya know. Go to get her book at Amazon.

You can also order a copy of my book Evil Angel at Writewords So read it already. Obsessed woman tries to hold on to what she thinks is HER man. Suspense thriller set in Aspen, CO. Not for prudes. Adult readers only.

Losing a pet can hurt.

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Zippy was AMAZING!
http://www.mypetloss.com/

Democratic Convention

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When Tushi Bushi and McLame meet up with Obama's super speech they'll be wordless. What a great country this is. If you haven't signed up vote, sign up tomorrow. Let's work together to change the economy, the endless war and the same old political plans that don't work. See you at the voting booth!

Poor Zippy he ran into the corner and got lost tonight. I think he is pretty blind. But then of course he thinks that I am bee you tea full. YES and I think he is ,of course.

I've got writer's block first time in twenty years. tut tut king tut tut. send suggestions, y'all.

Just when you thought it was safe

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POLITICAL SLASH

I get so torqued out about all the slamming of the candidates. And you know who is at fault? The stupid news medias, CNN, FOX, ABC, CBS, MS NBC and multiple others. What do they think? That these candidates for PRESIDENT are somehow really rock stars like Brittany or publicity hogs like Paris? Their personal lives do matter but the lengths to which these media moguls scramble for do not exist. Good Grief! Give IT a rest. So what does it matter if this wife or that guy said something off? Or the Candidate stumbles? Let me see you talk for 17 months straight and not repeat yourself! Okay, end of soap box tirade!

DOGGIE SPLASH
Zippy had his third "arm" surgery for cancer a few days ago. He's doing great but it it comes back the vet says he is a good candidate for amputation. Now I got a whole host of questions about that. He is 15 or thereabouts. As long as he is acting happy eating sleeping and playing he has a good life. If he gets so bad that I think he is suffering, you know what I will do. It's like this. He can't talk; I can and I think what would be right for me in this situation. I think people need to take their responsibilites to their dogs seriously. They are our alter egos and our true friends.

FICTION FLASH
The Heat of Spring
by
RD Larson

As the hot wind swept through the park, a man watched. It was late afternoon, dry for once after nights of rain, yet warm enough to be summer.

She would be here soon. Finally he heard the sound of a horse and soon the carriage pulled up.

Adrianna stepped out with the help of the driver. She looked fragile and ethereal. She had been his goddess for all these months.

She should have known that he had spies everywhere. She should not have coupled with that writer from England.

"Good afternoon, my dear. How lovely you look," Cyril bowed and extended his hand, "Let us walk."

"Please wait for Miss Alford," he called to the driver who nodded his head, already dozing in the fading sunlight.

"Cyril, how kind to think of a picnic under the trees. Thank you for sending your carriage."

"Darling, you can't know how I love to surprise you," Cyril lead her into the trees. He patted her pale hand where it lay on his forearm.

Her blue eyes, so innocent, hid her lie. A surge of anger like a torch seared his stomach.

Cyril reached for her, wanting to kiss her one last time. As she raised her lips to his, he envisioned her in the arms of that young man. As his lips touched her, the flame flashed to his hands and set him afire.

In an explosion of fury, as their lips met, his hands closed around the white throat, pressing -- squeezing as the young woman realized her death was near and struggled. Cyril could not feel his own hands as they fulfilled his tormented jealousy. Crushing her neck, his hands snuffed out Adrianna's last breath.

Gently, lovingly, he lifted her into his arms and carried her through the trees to the stagnant pond near the deep forest that bordered on the park. The fetid stench floated in the heat. He threw her body into the murky green slim and watched it slowly sink into the bottom mud.

Cyril sighed. He turned away walking until he reached his horse; he swung up on to the sorrel mare.

"My lost love."

Pace maker Felt marker -- I go electrical!

A week ago Tuesday I was taken to the hospital. The next morning I got a pacemaker that makes my heart go --( YOU GOT IT) paces my heart beat. I am doing great, feeling better every day although I never felt bad, just a bit tired. So I've got a getting-well eye surgery (starting to see some) and two new scars on my chest. Obviously, I was in a fight with a gunslinger and he plugged me on either shoulder, no doubt causing the need for a pace maker. Shucks, I don't 'member that gunfight at the Dead Wood Bar.
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The dogs are taking good care of me. They lie close and tell me to rest. They also bark at any offensive intrusion but were unable to adequately run off the church lady and her cohorts today. Had I been up, I would have shouted, "Go away go away, ye brood of vipers." Religion is private to me and that is an imposition to have individuals witness to me. Oh well. What do you supposed they get paid? solid gold charms from heaven? Pearly gate coins to be spent on five star accommodations when they get there? Somehow I remember something about " being able to lay up stores in heaven."

Still though, such drop-ins are an intrusion to me. Just looked it up and here's the quotes:
Matt. 6:19 "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

That's about all I have to say. I'm tired. So bye for now. And remember, humor is good for everyone.

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Swinging with the dogs! OH yeah! Zippy is driving and Faline is riding shot-gun. The video is up at You-Tube.

When will it end? The war?

New stories up at Mobipockets
And Marion Riles, Soft-Boiled Detective

Slimus Imus

Political Slash:
Slimus Imus shoulda been corked a long time ago. There are so many rude and crude radio hosts out there. Not just radio, TV, music and movies. IF it doesn't move the plot, don't use it. If it hurts somebody, don't use it. Ranking people is more like raking people. It's not funny for public figures to do. Hooray for Barak Obama for saying he thought Imus should be fired. It's hurtful to all who condone or listen to bad remarks that slam any person or group. It's demeaning to hear it, to listen to it and to do it. Value ourselves and others.

Doggie Splash:
Faline can walk on her front legs. Now if I can get her to do it when I want her too. It's like a kid with a new word-- can't or won't say it when Gramma comes to visit.

Fiction Flash:
I wrote 3 new flash fictions recently and also have opted to rewrite "Blood Links" for Dark Recesses! Wish me luck. I am speaking to some women today about Journaling and Writing.

more of Faline

New puppy

Okay so I got a puppy for my birthday. Zippy loves her and she is very sweet. Even if he is way older he plays with her like a pup. They have fun chasing through the house. She's a good little girl and I think they like each other. Merry Christmas to you!

Dogs, Hugs, and letters

Almost 14 inches of snow today and yesterday. I made snow angels and made a snow gender profile. Zippy made yellow snow. And finally after much hesitation he made more solitary comments to the snow.

I know, I know. I'm childish. Yes! I don't give a flying Wallenda either. Stuffy people should be stuffed and sat on hard sofas with only prune juice to drink.

I love the snow, even if it's unhandy. Lots of life is unhandy, or didn't you notice?

I'm lucky that you all read my work so often. Many writers never get letters and I get letters from my readers every day. Today I had one from the UK in Suffolk. Thank you, new reader for writing me from such a beautiful place. I want to spend more time there when I next go to England. My friend, Tricia, of www.footstepstooxford.com fame, lives near Oxford and I didn't get to see near enough of there nor the surrounding area. I did spend some time in wonderful wonderful Faringdon with Cleve Gibson, author of Moon Dust (such a scary novel) that I grew close to that wild and tame place.

I am writing a new story about butterflies and metamorphic changes -- a love story I think. It's just swirling around now, unformed and unknown. Stay tuned for more.

Politics: if you know me, you know what I think. Working on poking the new members with a stick just as I often pinched the old ones. Hello? You hear me yet? Sometimes they listen but mostly they don't.

If you have a dog give 'em a love for me. An animal friend is truly special. Kay and Hans get a special hug. {{{hug}}}

Still worried

I'd say there's not much changing around the big house. We can't all just expect something to happen. Why doesn't anyone listen to us? What kind of place is this? Where's the freedom of speech? Didn't we have a majority vote earlier in the month? Call email write your congressman and your senator NOW!

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/24/opinion/24fri3.html

Zippy is getting over his surgery; he 'll get his stitches out Mon or Tue or Wed.

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