images[3]Last week I posted on Facebook that the Christmas mouse met its demise via Pyewacket.  I found its little body between Pyewacket’s paws and had to force him release it so I could dispose of its body.  My sister says where there is one mouse, I probably have another.  If I do, the cats are on guard and waiting for them.

We are on an up swing to warmer weather.  Our high today is supposed to hit 42.  That’s what I love about living here.  We have snow for a day or two, then bright sunshine and warmer AND DRYER, weather.  Snow doesn’t stand a chance once the sun comes out.  But this time it snowed, I still have several spots in the backyard that had snow and ice chunks from the prior snow.  We got about three inches this last time and it is melting away except for the ice patch on the driver’s side of my car.  I even put stuff on it to melt it.  Time for some more.  I don’t plan on going out today as it laundry day.  I need to strip my bed and catch up on everything that needs done in between writing.

NEW HANGMAN SINGLEI had to review The Hangman to make sure I had my list of actions that need to be resolved or any questions that have to be answered.  So far, I haven’t missed anything.  I did go off on a wild tangent which I had to delete and correct.  I’m back on track and writing away.

STONE KILLER SGNLE, NEWIf you haven’t read The Stone Killer, you might want to give it a read before The Hangman comes out as it is the second book in the series.

Everyone have a great week and stay safe.





images[3]I wish to report that the Christmas mouse is still driving Bandit and Pyewacket crazy.  They haven’t caught him yet.  I think being caught by Bandit once was enough for it.  He’s extremely cautious that it doesn’t happen again.  I don’t blame it.

th05CCTO9RI want to wish each of you a Merry Christmas and the greatest New Year.






STONE KILLER SGNLE, NEWDon’t forget the E-book sale time limit for $1.99 on our novels will be coming to a close on December 31, 2015.  Starting January 2016 the price will return to the original amount.

Everyone have a great holiday season and stay safe.



images7JPAILFWI got out of bed at seven a.m. to a chilly fifteen degrees and a cloudy sky.  Now the sun is shining bright and the temperature is up to thirty-three.  We’re supposed to reach almost fifty today, but with a high wind warning.  That wind will cool the air a lot.  Cold I can stand, but wind drives me nuttier than I am.  All this week we’re supposed to have warmer weather and lots of sunshine.  Even with the wind, it’s a beautiful day here in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and I am so thankful to be home in the Rockies.

images[3]I think my Christmas mouse has moved into my bedroom.  The cats, Bandit and Stanley, hovered around a cedar chest I have and use as a night stand.  I don’t worry about it getting in bed with me because at some time during the night, Bandit was on the bed and pressed up against my back on guard.  Plus Stanley sleeps at the foot of the bed, as do the pups.  God help anything, even a bug, should it try to get on the bed at night.  I doubt if you will understand my aversion to harming any of God’s small creatures do to the fact I write murder novels and kill off numerous people in the story.    The way I feel is that if humans can’t be kind to God’s smallest creature, the why should he be kind to us.  I won’t even kill a spider unless it gets in the shower with me.  And NO, my house is not a dirty place.  I work hard to keep it clean.  God’s lesser creatures are only trying to survive and who am I to decide their fate.

th85VEVUCBth05CCTO9RI want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and may the New Year of 2016 bring peace, harmony and prosperity to all the world.  It is time to dig the grave and bury all the hatred in the world.  Hatred is such a wasted emotions and only hurts those who have it in their heart.

Be kind to everyone.  Have a great day,





thIWAOFZXGthYUUO4D2NYou know how some days your brain works better that others days.  Well Monday I cleaned the house and had put up a selection of snowmen figurines and nutcrackers, plus a small grapevine tree on top of my entertainment center.  To do this, I used a TWO step stool.  Now I was well aware that the step stool had TWO steps, so would one of you tell me WHY would I attempt to step from the top step to the floor?  I didn’t step down, I fell, landed on my butt, smashed my right fisted hand into the floor, hurt my right shoulder from the force of my fist connecting with the floor.  Twisted my ankle and somehow hurt my right knee.  I was saved from further injury to my head by falling against a soft leather chair.   My brain still got rattles.

IMAG0506After I managed to sit up, all the while, trying not to use my right arm, my pups rushed to me and began trying to lick my face as I was close to tears from pulling such a stupid trick.  I KNOW THE STOOL HAS TWO STEPS!!!!  So don’t pull my stupid stunts, folks.  Anyway,  I’m a bit “stoveup” as the saying goes, but not seriously hurt.  My right hand and fingers are stiff, and I have a few scrapes and bruises, but I’m thankful I have hard bones, nothing was broken. But I am thankful for Advil and my muscle relaxers.

images[3]12-5FD1B8B8-548836-960My cats Bandit, and Pyewacket have been on the hunt around the washing machine in my kitchen.  Sunday evening, Pyewacket rushed to the refrigerator and sat focused on the floor beneath it.  He stayed there all evening, waiting.  I flushed what I thought was a large (good size) spider from under the frig only to have it dart back under to safety.  Monday morning, Bandit is sitting on the opposite side of the fridge.  Pyewacket still on his side.  Now there is a space between the fridge and the window where I keep my mop and dust mop, ironing board and such.  That was where Bandit was on guard.  All of a sudden, she pounces and takes off running into the living room with me after her.  The last time she ate a spider, she threw it up.  Well it wasn’t a spider.  There was a long skinny tail hanging out of her mouth.  He headed for my art studio with me on the chase, all the while trying to figure out HOW am I going to get that mouse away from her?  In the studio, she turned, with me right behind her,  and made a run back to the living room where she dropped the mouse.  In one swift motion my other Chihuahua Joe grabbed the poor creature.  I don’t know if it was the shock of something wiggling in his mouth or what, but he immediately spit that mouse out.  And just as sudden, it vanished somewhere.  I haven’t seen it since.  So Mr. Mouse, Merry Christmas and stay out of my house.  I don’t want to find your little dead body anywhere.

So everyone have a great week.  Don’t pull my silly stunts and stay safe.  Merry Christmas and may the New Year be fantastic for us all.