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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Blast From The Past

Everyone likes a good book. I like a variety---mix it up. And, as you might have guessed, I always like a little law and order in the mix. When I received J.E. Fishman's Blast From The Past to read, I was very excited. If you aren't familiar with the series, you should pick one up. I did not read them in order and no need to as they are all unique stories.

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Not only is Fishman great at details and goes where most don't-- diving into a bomb squad series, but he also consults with a cop in the field. That gets him extra kudos. His book cover reminded me of Tom Berenger. I dare you to tell me I'm crazy...look here...same shirt? Ok. Maybe a resemblance.

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This book did not disappoint. Immediately, Fishman's exceptional writing drew me into the story and captured me to the end. From the first paragraph, the book is full of fast-paced action and thrilling moments. NYPD K-9 Handler, Kieran Lehane is the main character. He is older. I like that because it gives him credibility and substance. I think he also has a little Fargo (me, not the movie) in him. He is obsessed and gets fixated on investigating and does not know when to stop. He actually goes "off the grid" sometimes and investigates on personal time because he is so dedicated and/or relentless. I'm not sure which one outweighs the other. Relentless he is. I guess that is a character trait you want in any cop, right? But, I actually felt a little sorry at times for Georgia, his canine companion and partner. I think she got tired. Maybe. I don't know. She was pretty fantastic. That's the other part...I like K-9 partners in the story. It was really fun.

The plot twists were fabulous and during the book I felt like I was along beside Lehane. All the characters were alive and full of action throughout. Fishman really understands how to portray police work from the inside and engage the reader. I was impressed with how I could relate to the story because I was a street cop and a detective--different specialties. Equally impressing is the lack of errors and fine writing skills of Fishman. He is a pro. I think this is the best book in the series so far and I have no qualms about yapping it up to anyone as a great read. In fact, it's the bomb diggety. Pun intended.

This is just my review of Blast From The Past. I have an extra treat for another post where I will share with you about the author. Keep tuned in. While you are waiting, go to Amazon and get your copy. I provided a link for you. You won't be disappointed!

Friday, November 21, 2014

The Judging Queen

It's time for some fun!

I am starting a new special random spot called, "The Judging Queen." (Sing it along with us..ABBA is in the room.) That's right! You can't get it out of your head. Mwahahahaha!

I am going to be a little snark magical. That is common sense mixed with snarky...Poof! Magical.

Things will come up in our lives in random fashion that spark our passion. This is not sexual, so carry on at home and click off.

Some random opportunities might present themselves here. Or not. I am often moody. It depends upon my mood.  Today I am in a mood.

I am going to clobber topics with my slimy, shady voice of somewhat reasonable standards.

That's right...my opinion.

If you disagree...say so. If you agree...say so.

If you are going to remain Switzerland...then act like chocolate.

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First order of business: What is it about people never learning to respect personal space? I am in lines at the university and people get too close to me. It bugs the hell out of me. I move farther away and all be darned if they don't move closer, damn things.

Today, I had a Starbucks gift card from a health contest in the office. Got in line. Professor jumps right next to me, practically on my lap. It startled me. I was also instantly offended and frowny faced.

Is it appropriate to wave your arms radically around in the air and yell, "PERSONAL SPACE, PEOPLE! PERSONAL SPACE! I SELF DESTRUCT IN 2.3 SECONDS!" When did we start acting like sardines and lose ground. Or perhaps I need to get theatrical in the THESPIAN sense and have some jazz hands and dancing going on to clear the room. Seriously, it's squatter's rights. Back off!

Second order of business: I got involved in a Facebook discussion string...just reading it on the outside. I would say my friend, GunDiva, also got involved in another convo and a separate string. She commented. And they ate her alive. Well, in an Internet persona sense. She is still alive. I think. I didn't check with her this morning.

I enjoy lively discussions in person and online. There might be a time when I walk away, move on, or have had enough, but for the most part, I can hang. I also like to browse the crazies. There are some "whack jobs" (crazy as hell people) out there who have no qualms about typing like an illiterate junkie or bashing their neighbor. Nowhere did I see any Andy Rooneys, in fact, on any strings.

Time warp flashback: he was my dad's favorite on 60 Minutes and mine as well in later life.

Do ever go look at someone's profile after they have made a comment to see what they look like? I have. I find the hater baiters disguise themselves. Speaking of which, the next topic...those Anonymous creeps.

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Really, dudes? You think dressing up like a Phantom of the Opera clown look alike with a big fucking "HOPE" stamped across your chest is going to convince me you come in peace to change the world? Bullshit. I'm running because all I see is Jason wannabes.

Guy Fawkes, you were one creepy effing dude. Actually, you were but mostly in personality sense, not in pictorial fashion. Well, maybe I waver. You have creepy eyes.

And in 2014, Americans made you into a clown. Mr. Fawkes, look down and to the right- below you-you are immortalized as a freak. Everywhere. In Ferguson, Missouri.

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In fact, the Anonymous peeps added a little of you to a little Vincent Price and a little Jason flair and wallah! 
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Nice stash, tho!

Hey, I am just putting it out there...I look like this behind the monitor...

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Owl You Need Is Love

The daughter has been full of herself. Beat me now.

She challenged me again to boxing (with no gloves or equipment) and I said...

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She thought it would be cute then to wrestle. She always loses and ends up screaming. I told her wrestling is not cheap shots to the vagina and hair pulling. She said that is the only way she knows to throw me off guard. Lordt, what have I done?

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So, after taking her to the ground and tickling her until she peed...which made her scream and get angry at her mother...I proceeded to make dinner. I had a pan in my hand approaching the stove...ready to make some home cooked goodness... and after her crying fit Bug got up and tried to approach me with pee pee pants. Disgusting. No way was I going to let that near me. I took a Musketeer stance and waved a pan in my hand warding her off.

Side note: Moose does not like "play fighting or wrestling or anything like that". Unfortunately for me, I taught him to attack someone who threatens me or Mady. So during this ordeal, he is confused and runs around and barks excessively. 

As I was waving my pan in fancy ninja form and all chaos was breaking loose which consisted of a teen screaming, a dog barking, and a mother fending off pee pee pants...and a partridge in a pear tree...Moose zigged as I zagged.

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As you can already imagine, the pan made a connection to Moose's head. *CLANG!* Instantly, we all stopped fooling around, panicked, and hugged the dog who was cowering. Poor thing. I checked him and hoped I had not cracked his skull. He did not appear to have any brain damage, however, he avoided me for some time after that...poor puppy.

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Of course, Bug got her words in and asked, "How could you do that to this poor, beautiful puppy, Mommy?" Yes, I felt as big as minutia or smaller.

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It was pretty solemn at the Harry Potter House after that. Moose and I fell asleep on the couch early on and much to my surprise because I kept watching him for a sign to take him to the vet. I guess it was about 7ish when we dozed off.

I was afraid I had killed him. The End.