Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Friday, December 7, 2012

Entangled Under the Mistletoe - Blog Hop!

 
 
Don’t forget to hop on by and see what the other authors participating in the hop are giving away!



Here in Ophelia London land, I will be giving away a copy of my ebook PLAYING AT LOVE (PERFECT KISSES #1). It's completely dreamy. Check out a preview HERE!


Don't forget to leave your email so I can find you when you're a big BIG winner!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

be me!



Hi there. So, yesterday it was 82 degrees. Today, the forecast isn't much different. Yeah, it's December 4th. 
What gives?

To get me in the wintry mood, here are some delicious scenes of December. Wah! I want to be there.




"Come on weatherman, give us a forecast snowy white..." (listen HERE)



"When my heart finds Christmas, I hope it finds you too..." (listen and look at Harry HERE)

 



"Who keeps his red suit looking nice? Who does he turn to for advice? Who give the brownies all their spice? Mrs. Santa Claus..." (listen HERE)



Ok, this last one is just for me. :)

Happy December, y'all!

Monday, December 3, 2012

Merry Christmas Music Monday

This is the current Christmas song that won't leave my head. Luckily, it's a goodie. 

I must admit, however, that the video surprised me: not weird enough, yet strangely too weird. Dig that craZy hair, Vince.

Enjoy!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Saturday, December 24, 2011

No, I promise, Daddy is not going to "kill" Ralphie.

"There has never been a kid who didn't believe vaguely but insistently that he would be stricken blind before he reached twenty-one, and then they'd be sorry." 

Thursday, December 22, 2011

a present to you from you

I wish you books . . . 


Read a book!
Because it makes you smarter.
Because it’s fun.
Because it sharpens your wit and develops your capacity for empathy.
Because it makes the existential void a little less like a black hole.
Because it allows you to defy the laws of physics and travel through time and space.
Because it forces you to consider other opinions, other practices, other “right” ways to do things.
Because it allows you to walk into the most well attended, interesting party, listen in on outrageous conversations, get caught up on all the gossip…and leave whenever you want.
Because the more you read, the more your brain and soul expand.
Because you can’t be lonely when you’re immersed in a good book.
Because just this year, I’ve hung out with Keith Richards and Patti Smith, fallen in love with Hemingway all over again, realized that Dr. Seuss writes the best self-help books, been dazzled by Jonathan Franzen and Jennifer Egan, transported by Mary Stewart, titillated by Eloisa James, and tickled by Nora Ephron’s latest review of her crazy life.
Because I can’t imagine how bleak the world would be without books to record and re-imagine our achievements and losses, our triumphs and tragedies, and all the greatness and smallness of our shared humanity.

So, go to your nearest bookstore or click on the “buy now” button on your eReader and get a book (or books) and start reading.  

Then, tell everyone about it.

(stolen from: Dystel & Goderich Lit)

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

"To me. . .you are perfect..."


"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion….love actually is all around." 
loveactually

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

it IS a wonderful life, isn't it.

Little Violet: I like him. 
Little Mary: You like every boy. 
Little Violet: What’s wrong with that? 


Merry Christmas, you beautiful old Building & Loan!
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