I recently encountered a situation where someone was being judged for using the word “arse”. One stance was that “arse” was just like saying “ass”…the other stance was that saying “arse” was no worse than saying “butt” or “behind” or “rear”…There are probably 20 different words pertaining to that body part. Who is to say what is appropriate, and not? Who is to judge what God would have you call that part of your body? Who’s to say that God really cares about something that I find so menial and silly. To me it’s a case of like the pronounciation of tomato, or potato…there is no “right” way, it is a matter of where you grew up, what language you speak, you accent, things of that nature. Yes, when you use the word “arse” people know that you are talking about your “butt”…but is “butt” any less offensive?? What about “bum”..it’s all a matter of perspective I think…This person, and I even, did not mean any harm in saying “arse”, it is simply a word that we use to refer to our “butt” or “behind” or “rear” or “bum” or “tushi” or whatever it is that you want to call it.
She sighed a long sigh as she poured yet another cup of coffee, sat down and leaned back to relax a few moments. She had completed not only the diet pills reviews but also the lipo 6 black review. As she sat there she thought of her sister. Anne had always been selfish and unreliable. The only reason she had stayed to care for their Dad in the first place was because it was a way for her to avoid the responsibilities of real life, and then when it suited her, without a thought to anyone else, she picked up and left.
She had to have those diet pill reviews done and ready for publication by morning, and she would, somehow. Her schedule had been thrown off when her Dad had called and told her that her sis had packed up and moved out, which wouldn’t usually be a big deal, except that left no one to care for her Dad. So without hesitation she had packed up, and flew home that night. Her boss had let her take a leave of absense of sorts but she would continue to write from home, that after all is what would keep a roof over their heads.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Deeanne Gist, the bestselling author of A Bride Most Begrudging and The Measure of a Lady, has a background in education and journalism. Her credits include People magazine, Parents, and Parenting. With a line of parenting products called “I Did It!® Productions” and a degree from Texas A&M, she continues her writing and speaking. She and her family live in Houston, Texas.
Since the debut of those novels, her very original, very fun romances have rocketed up the bestseller lists and captured readers everywhere. Add to this two consecutive Christy Awards, two RITA nominations, rave reviews, and a growing loyal fan base, and you’ve got one recipe for success.
ABOUT THE BOOK
The Wedding Is All Planned…
Someone Just Needs to Tell the Bride
In 1860s Seattle, redwoods were plentiful but women scarce. Yet a man with a wife could secure 640 acres of timberland for free.
Joe Denton doesn’t have a wife, though. His died before she could follow him to Seattle and now the local judge is threatening to take away his claim. In desperation, he buys himself a Mercer bride–one of the eastern widows and orphans brought to the Territory by entrepreneur Asa Mercer.
Anna Ivey’s journey west with Mercer is an escape from the aftermath of the Civil War. She signed on to become a cook–not a bride. When she’s handed over to Denton, her stubborn refusal to wed jeopardizes his land. With only a few months before he loses all he holds dear, can he convince this provoking, but beguiling, easterner to become his lawfully wedded wife?
If you would like to read the first chapter of A Bride In The Bargain, go HERE
ABOUT THE AUTHORS:
ANNE DAYTON graduated from Princeton University and is earning her master’s degree in English literature at New York University. She works for a New York publishing company and lives in Brooklyn.
MAY VANDERBILT graduated from Baylor University and went on to earn a master’s degree in fiction from Johns Hopkins University. She lives in San Francisco, where she writes about food, fashion, and nightlife in the Bay Area.
Together, the two women are the authors of Miracle Girls
ABOUT THE BOOK
Ana, Christine, Riley, and Zoe have grown closer than ever over the past few months, but summer is over and it’s time to put their friendship to the test.
It’s been a little over a year since Christine Lee’s mom passed away in a tragic car accident. Now her dad is engaged to Candace–”The Bimbo”–and Christine couldn’t be less thrilled. When her attitude starts to take a toll on her schoolwork, the administration forces her to attend counseling sessions. At least she gets to skip gym class!
But with her father’s wedding inching closer, Christine is growing even more bitter. To make matters worse, the Miracle Girls are beginning to drift apart. Christine’s anger and the pressures of high school threaten to break the girls up when they need each other the most. Will they find a way to join together to help Christine come to terms with her mother’s death . . . and her father’s remarriage?
If you would like to read the first chapter of Breaking Up Is Hard To Do, go HERE
Hearing sirens sends fear coursing through my body. I truly try not to imagine the worst and yet I am forever thinking that something happened to a friend or family member. It’s hard for me, when I hear a siren, not to go chasing after them just to be sure that it has nothing to do with a loved one. Silly I know…I sit in my house and worry and wonder, and wait for the phone to ring. A bit of an over-reaction I suppose, but that’s me.
I don’t even know what to write about right now, so I’m off.
I always thought that having one of those baby jogger strollers would be cool. They can go just about anywhere, which is the way I like it. All in all tho, I never used a stroller much, I either carried the girls in their infant seats, or carried them. It never bothered me much. When they got to be toddlers, if it was too far for them to walk, they would ride on my shoulders, when they got too heavy for me, or my shoulders started hurting, they would walk again for awhile. Still there were times when a good stroller would have been nice.
