Saturday, October 26, 2013

What's New!

I have a new Facebook Reader Page.Come on over and like to keep updated.

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Bekki Lynn
http://bekkilynn.net

Friday, June 29, 2012

Absentee Love Returns


Blurb:

Gail Green's world is turned upside down when an alleged mobster gives her an ultimatum, lose her newborn son or follow orders. When they are kidnapped, she has no idea which of the Galletti’s enemies is behind it. {mainstream/contemporary, non-erotic}



EXCERPT:

Ready to fight, she found Rico on the front porch and walked up to him, poking his chest. “You had us brought here!” she said with her voice raised a hair below yelling. “Do you know how frightened I was? How I feared we were a pawn in a war between your father and one of his adversaries?” She backed him up against the wall of the building. “How is what you’ve done different than him?”

“Kitten, if you’d—”

“No! Men came here with guns last night. They could have killed my son.”

He grabbed her shoulders. “Gail,—”

“No! Too late. Answers should have come months ago.”

“I couldn’t.”

“That’s crap!” She poked him harder.

Rico grabbed her head and planted his mouth on hers, ignoring her struggle to get away. She didn’t want to taste him, to let him melt her anger and bring back the heat. But he made her succumb all too easily. She slipped her hands up his chest and wound her arms around his neck, letting him bring their bodies closer.

He lifted her into his arms, mumbling, “Harriet, keep an ear for my son. We have talkin’ to do.” He took her down to the beach and planted her on a rock amongst bamboo and palm trees.

“Don’t think you can waltz in here and the last twelve months disappears.”

“I don’t.” He hung his head for several seconds, and then looked up at her, fatigue lacing his eyes. “Had I known, I could have done something.”

“Would it have really mattered? Or would it have been the fact that your father staked claim over something of yours?”

He raked his fingers through his hair as he turned toward the ocean, but not before she saw the flash of pain. Once, she thought she understood him and as much of the rift between him and his father as he’d told her, but she didn’t know him as well as she thought. And no longer wanted to, she had a life to return to and a son to raise.

 “Rico, I’m returning home and to my job; and give Enrico a normal life.”





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Have a wonderful day!

Bekki
http://bekkilynn.net

Shadow Love


Blurb:

Carla Kingston claimed to have been accosted by a ghost when she was seventeen years old. In confidence, she told her best friend, who dropped her like hot coals. Ten years later, Bobby Whitten returns with a change of heart, but can he handle watching her enjoy being made love to by a shadow of a person who was murdered more than a hundred years ago? [paranormal]

Excerpt:

“Maybe. Zack, I have a strange feel about what's to come.”

“I told you, it’s the two of you together that is stirring them up,” Zack told her.

“You’re being redundant.”

“Stop sucking face and things will quiet.”

“Ha, ha.”

“What?” Bobby asked.

“Zack says they’re jealous and trying to get my attention, so we need to stop sucking face.” His eyes narrowed, and she found it amusing to watch him look around the place. “He can’t see us.” She tapped the headset. “Hearing.”

“Oh,” he said before a grin crept across his face.

“Zack, while the troops feel they need to gather, I’m going in to do some fishing.”

“Not a good idea. Too many.”

“I’ll be fine. They love me, you said so yourself.”

“Right now, it may not be unanimous if you get my drift.”

“Yeah, I get it.” It would definitely be worth it if her infatuated ghost was jealous enough to take things to a new level.

“I think it’d be interesting to take Bobby in the house with you and see what happens.”

She laughed. “You’re ornery.”

“Well, go have fun. I’ve got your back.”

“Appreciated. Switching to wireless.” She set the headset down and turned it off. “Remember what I said. Don’t interfere,” she reminded Bobby while putting on a wireless headset and attached the battery pack to the back of her jeans.

“What’re you doing?”

“My job. You can watch and listen, but you won’t be able to talk to me. Nor will I be able to hear you.” Flipping on the speaker nestled between the monitors near a receiver, she informed him, “Only Zack will be able to talk to me.” Carla pulled a jacket on, grabbed her kit, put the file of photos in it and turned at the door. “I’ll be back,” she said in the gruffest tone she could manage. He didn’t smile. She walked up to him and kissed him. “Relax.”

Carla left and crossed the street to enter the property. Her heart pounded against her chest cavity. She latched the gate behind her, took out her handheld thermal meter along with the K2 meter, turned them on and went up the walk to the porch steps and up to the front door. She shivered when she entered a cold spot. “I’ve entered coldness, fifty-one degrees.”

“Daybreak temps been steady at fifty-seven.”
“No visuals, but you,” Bobby added.

She pulled the keys from her pocket. “Going in.”









Have A Fantastic Day!



Bekki


Sunday, June 24, 2012

Six Weeks Out

My hair is growing back. It's not quite a half inch long, but I can see it and feel it. It's soft, fuzzy. Everyone is excited about it. Right now it's either real blond or white. Blond I can handle, it's my natural color. White, I have a hairdresser on standby. My chin hair grew back pure white. I had it waxed this past week - my first experience with waxing.

While I have some unresolved issues and still undergoing tests, I feel better than ever. My energy is returning, the brain fog is gone. I'm not back to work yet - they're dragging their feet. Probably due to the limitations my doctor has given them. I've been out of work since last November.

And best of all, I'm writing again. I'm so excited about this. I have a four book series that I've been hoarding, because one of the books really isn't erotic. I've been revising and editing it. It feels so good to be at it again. So you can look forward to a military series unlike any other coming in the near future.

I have so many people supporting my fight with breast cancer that I can't begin to thank them all. I feel so lucky. My guys have been totally awesome. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here to post right now. That's a fact.

So now, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things - posting excerpts, playing catchup with the writing world. I'm also helping with a benefit for us on August 4th. I have so much time on my hands that I can easily do price checks and gather information from the committee and keep them organized. My family and friends have been totally rockin'. There will be a silent auction, live auction, bucket auction, kids games, adult games, plant sale, vendors, entertainment, ice cream social, mafia cancer - which is a game I made up, food/beverages.

If anyone would like to donate items for the silent auction, contact me for a mailing address. One of our local newspapers is letting people drop off or send items to their office.

Have a happy 4th of July!

Bekki




Thursday, May 17, 2012

Whew - that's over!

I've finished chemo and working on ridding myself of the side effects so I can get back to work. I'm so tired of my own company and not being able to do a whole of lot. To celebrate my last chemo we went out for steak dinners, then did the Race for the Cure. I actually did the entire mile without much trouble however I did sleep the rest of the day.

It's been seven months since I was diagnosed with TNBC and I've done everything asked and expected of me, but actually deal with it. They say the day will come and it will hit me hard, but honestly it feels like it's all a dream...a nightmare. I see that I don't have breasts and I shut down the feeling of loss just as fast as it comes. I don't want to miss them, I don't want to grieve at the loss. I have so much freedom now. I can wear shirts without offending anyone with the braless look; I can walk around my house topless. My sons simply say 'that's just too wierd', but they are all right with it.

Next Monday I say goodbye to my research team and see my oncologist who will be fresh from her second vacation since I began chemo. I understand I'll be seeing her every three months for the next year. So much better than every two weeks. We still have to work out what to do about my the groin lumps so for me that's the main topic to cover when I see her. Sonogram says inflamed lymph nodes, petscan says cancer, biopsy says no cancer, and the culture says no infection. I want them removed and tested, but most importantly they are hindering my ability to drive and take long walks.

Today I received a letter from the DMV giving me the chance to renew my license by mail or online unless I have changes that need to be made or conditions that affect my ability to drive safely. The groin lumps prevent me from driving safely as I drive a stick - my leg tends to go numb after a bit. Drama - I hate drama.

Speaking of drama. Yesterday I was present when we learned what my grandbaby is. While the tech was checking out all the organs and things, the baby was very active. After a few minutes the right hand rested on the baby's forehead and I said, "oh, the drama". Me and mom-to-be laughed. We both had a feeling all along that it was a girl and about ten minutes later it was confirmed - I'm going to have a granddaughter. Her name is Karilynn Nicole. Karilynn is from her grandmothers. Kind of disappointed it wasn't a boy, because they were going to name him after a friend of there's who recently passed away due to cancer. Anyways, we went baby shopping right after the apointment. Karilynn has her first doll and some cute oneises - one is pink camou. We'll go to Bass Pro and get the green camou.

Ah! There is so much to catch up on, update and so forth. I've started with this site, next I'll do the website. In the next two or three weeks, I expect my energry level to increase. I can't wait. There is so much I want to do.

On June 30th, my friends and family are having a benefit to help us pay for medical bills and make up for a loss of income. It's been a bit tight around here, but we've been blessed for the helping hands of people, some we don't know, and my husband's church. Both the American Cancer Society and the Susan Komen treatment center have helped with grocery and gas cards. It's all been a blessing, but my point is that if anyone would like to donate to a basket I would be honored to put it together with your names on it for a silent auction. They're doing a live, silent, and bucket auction.

Ok, before I tell you all about our new cat and bunny, I'll give your eyes a rest.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Bekki

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Taking a Hiatus

I'm taking time off from writing and work as I recover from breast cancer surgery. Do the fact that I have Triple Negative Infiltrating Ductal Carcinoma along with a heavy family history of breast cancer and other types, I'm having a double masectomy Friday afternoon.

If you want to know more about Triple Negative, visit the Triple Negative Breast Cancer website. Breast cancer in itself is hard enough to deal with but having Triple Negative is bit more daunting.


Have a fantastic Holiday Season!

Bekki

Friday, November 4, 2011

Surgery Date Been Set



I feel calmer now. Yeah, maybe it's because I'm on Ativan now, but it's really because I have a surgery date. It's far enough away that I feel like I can get the fall cleaning done and house decorated for the holidays. I'm thrilled about that. I love the holidays. Yes, I still worry about the growth and spread, but...

For those who didn't catch the last post, I have Infiltrating Ductal Carcinoma - common and fast growing. I'm obsessive about checking myself, so one week it wasn't there and the next it was. My last annual mammogram was March 2011 and it showed nothing which has everyone baffled. The breast tumor is 2.5cm and lymph node tumor is 3.9cm.

I had an MRI done on Monday and it showed possibly more cancer in the same breast, but cancer free in the left. The surgeon opted not to do an MRI biopsy much to my relief.

Due to my family history, I qualify for a double masectomy and that's what I wanted anyway.

Before I can have surgery, I have to have a genetics test which will determine whether or not the lymph nodes of my left breast will be left behind.

I also have to have a Pet Scan. This test must come up with no further indication of cancer. If it doesn't cooperate, then surgery has to be put off and chemo will begin. What this means is that they will not be able to accurately stage me or know how many lymph nodes are involved as the chemo will kill off evidence. I prefer the accurate diagnoses. I have this test as well as other pre-op testing on Novembe 17.

I'm so fortunate that everything, except the meetings today were able to be done on my normal days off.

My surgery date is December 14. I'll be taking eight weeks off work. Which also means I'll be taking time off from the writing world for at least a month. I'm having a radical masectomy on the right and a simple masectomy on the right, unless the genetics test comes out positive then it'll be two radicals. I'll have to work at getting my arm strength back.

If you'd all like to pray for me, I'd like you to also pray for my cousins. Bev was diagnosed with breast cancer October 6. She is having surgery November 28. She opted for reconstruction. She's 40. I've also another cousin, Susan, who has been battling breast cancer for two years. She was first diagnosed at the age of 49. She's had surgery and treatment, but her mom says they don't know if they got it all. She's still undergoing treatment.

Have a great Holiday Season!

I plan on it.

Bekki

Sunday, October 30, 2011

My story and sticking to it - lol

Six days ago I was told I have breast cancer.

I know I already knew I had cancer, but hearing someone tell you that you do puts a whole other light on it. It makes it official.


It was suggested I start a blog and let others follow my journey and let others share their stories and we could support one another. I'm not going to do that. It's not me. I'm not a terribly social person and I definitely have a different view on things. I will post this message and possibly a couple of updates, maybe pics.

This is my story so far.

There we were sitting around this table in a small room, the doctor and a nurse along with my husband. The doctor, a pathologist, is talking to me about what I can't recall right now, then she blurts out in this quiet voice that suddenly sounded distant. "You have cancer." I honestly felt like my head spun around and did a double take, but I think I started to look at my husband, then didn't. He didn't touch me, didn't say anything. The doctor went on and on and all I wanted to do was to go for a walk. She apologized for not giving me better news, then left the room. That's when the tears came.

As an after thought, I think they'd already told my husband prior to my arrival. He'd come out from their area after I checked and they called back to let the nurse know I'd arrived. The fact that he waited for me to reach out for him leads me to believe he was instructed to hold back. For that I'm thankful, I probably would have shrugged him off and shot him unintentional daggers. That would have hurt him and that's the last thing I want to do.

And yes, they can tell my husband without me - I gave permission for them to give any and all information to him and our sons as well my mother-in-law. All of my doctor offices have this on file. And because he's over there working on equipment all the time, they know him and like him.

Once the doctor left, the nurse moved to her chair with this thick folder and a manual. I don't know why, but she made be feel crowded. She started going through the information in the folder and then the manual. All the while, I'm thinking she's crazy. This woman is sitting here telling me all about various things I'll have questions about and support groups -- I wasn't going to remember anything she said.  Nor did I care to hear about support groups.

And guess what, I had no questions then and have none now. I read through the manual a couple nights later all because after hours of not being able to sleep but for minutes at a time. I gave up. Anyway, I ended up throwing the book. Overwhelmed, not so much. I have a strong family history of cancer and I've had lots of conversations with my mother-in-law. A lot of people have died from cancer on my husband's adopted dad's side of the family. I think it more of too much information at once. The reconstruction chapter is what got to me. Too many choices with not one better than the other. Especially when you're sleep deprieved. I told my husband to read it later, because I wasn't making these decisions alone. However, I found I already had made the decision and he's on board all the way.

After a few nights of this not being able to sleep more than ten or fifteen minutes at a time, I bought sleeping pills. I take half a dose and sleep two hours at a time now. A full dose doesn't wear off until the next afternoon and that doesn't fly when I have to be to work at 9 or 10:30 in the morning.

Working hasn't been a picnic this week. The biopsies did a number on me. The swelling still hasn't completely gone away. The bruising is going away, but it's the soreness that is made worse by all the movement involved in my job. I come home and swallow more Tylenol and hug an ice pack. At night, I can only sleep on one side with a hand pressing in on the poor abused breast. Oh, the joy. I do it with the help of a little blue pill.

I've no desire to spend next Friday with the surgeon, plastic surgeon and other members of the team and listen to options I'm not remotely interested in. I'm losing six hours of work that day - that's $50, because I'd be on production instead of serving. I simply want them to stop pussy-footin' aorund and just do the surgery.  I'm not comfortable being left in limbo while my cancer could be spreading. I have Infiltrating/Invasive Ductal Carcinoma - a common, but fast growing cancer. And the fact the doctor told us that time was of the essence sticks in my crawl. I want to scream 'then do the damn surgery and get it over with.'

No one really cares what I want. That angers me. It's already been a month since I found the lump.

Yes, I found the lump. One week it wasn't there, the next week it was. I'm obessive about checking myself with my family history. I know the size, the shape and the texture of it. It's large. At first, I thought maybe it was the result of being elbowed although I'd been elbowed many times and never got so much as a bruise much less a lump. So, I was going to wait until I saw my primary to have it checked out - my appointment was just two weeks away. I figure it would give me time to tell my husband. I was chicken. I didn't want to add on another set of medical bills, because we just paid off the last set. I had a couple of scares back the end of Feb. and first part of March. But mostly, I didn't want my husband to feel like he had to cancel his plans for this hunting season. It's the highlight of his year, every year. And it fills our freezer for a year.

A week passed and I knew I couldn't wait. The thought of my doctor yelling at me for doing so didn't sit well. And I was litterally running into the lump with my arm and had some swelling in my pit area. So, I broke down and called my GYN office and they got me in the same morning. Instead of my doctor doing her job I was pawned off [yet again] onto a nurse-midwife. When I was told this, I worried. Would she even be qualified to handle this kind of case? She came in all bubbly and full of life -- I liked that. She asked two totally stupid questions, then checked the lump. "I'm pretty sure it's just a cyst, it's soft, round, smooth and pliable - it moves, but we'll schedule a mammomgram just to make sure." I'm thinking, "what the hell did she just feel to come up with that description?" The lump is not soft, it's not pliable, and it does not move. Most of all it's not round and smooth, it's hard, long and has bumps and ridges. As she's walking out the door, she adds, "I'll go ahead and order a sonogram just in case they want to do one." Ya think?

I really hate my GYN office, but no one is taking new patients and I had a long wait to get into this one.

I leave thankful at least someone else will be looking at it.

Still, knowing what I did, I hoped it was just a cyst.

The next evening, after I had the appointment for the mammogram on my calendar, I told my husband. He was very supportive and comfortable with the idea that a nurse said it was a cyst. On the following Monday, he met me at the Cancer Treatment Center just down the road from where he works. He told me he was there earlier working on a printer and he told the head of the department he'd be back with me. So, they discussed my case and she brought up my file. She promised I'd have the best care. So when the tech assigned to me came out, he knew her and she promised not to hurt me.

I was upbeat. There was no time wasted. She did the pics - no pain like she promised my husband.  The tech who did my annual back in March was horrid. However, the doctor wanted one more pic. The view he asked for meant she had to squish the lump and as much of the lymph nodes as she could get while I stood with my side facing the plates.I nearly passed out from the pain, but since the doctor made her do it, my husband didn't hold it against her.

I saw the pics for the first time just before the doctor came in to do the sonogram. A large dark stormy mass. Totally different than what they looked at with the other breast last March. He spent a while looking at it and my lymph nodes via the sonogram When I was allowed to sit up, I saw the pics he took and worry on his face when I looked at him. The only thing he admitted to at that point was that the lump was solid and he was concerned about the lymph node. He ordered biopsies on both.  I had to wait a week, because they were trying to stick to my days off. I wasn't ready to tell me boss.

We went in for the biopsies. My husband met with the doctor beforehand, I didn't know this until afterward. Once I was taken back, the department head took him back to see her. I had another doctor doing these tests. I was scheduled to get the results by phone the next afternoon, but the doctor said no - she had to see me. The panic in her voice set off alarms in my head. She expressed her concern over the lymph node, however those results wouldn't be in until later in the week.

I don't know why they can't be straight forward with you. That frustrates me and makes me angry. Obviously, both of these doctors had enough experience to know they were looking at cancer.

I spent the day, trying to talk myself into being told it was just a cyst and they would remove it and I'd only miss a week of work while I stained wood with my left hand. That I could handle. The following day on the drive in - cancer kept flashing through my mind, but I kept chasing it away by telling myself that they were going to tell me it was just a cyst.

Being positive didn't help and giving myself pep talks didn't help. I hate it when the gut is right and I don't want it to be.

I remember most of what she told me after she broke the news to me. I should have had genetic testing long ago with my family history. I have a good chance for ovarian cancer. I'm a candidate for a double masectomy. All of this will be discussed with the surgeon and a whole team of people I meet with on November 4th. I was assigned to one of the two top breast surgeons in the area.

I was numb, stunned and all that when I had to face the reality of it. I cried, my husband cried when I finally reached for him.

People told me to be angry at the cancer not my family and friends. I'm thinking, what kind of planet did you people come from. I'm not angry at the cancer, I'm not angry at anyone or anything.

Everyone has a chance for cancer if they have the right trigger. Some of us have more of a push by genetics I knew at some point I would have breast cancer. There's no avoiding it. My dad's side of the family is full of breast cancer and other types. Yesterday, I was talking to one of my aunts - the only one who hasn't been stricken yet. She's had three lumps removed which caused my dad to think she had cancer. Two years ago her youngest daughter was diagnosed with it and just recently another cousin was as well.

I did feel betrayed by all the websites I looked at. They all said the most important thing is 'don't panic', the second thing 'get checked out' - 4 out of 5 lumps are just a cyst of some kind and 85% are benign. Not a single site prepares you for the possibility of you being that 5th that isn't a cyst or that 15% that isn't benign.

I don't know how others feel, but having survival stories thrown at you does not help. Oh, so and so went through and they are doing great. Yeah, I know people who went through it and are doing fine, too. But did they have the family history I do? No. The fact my doctors are floored by my family history and the concerns they're expressing over it is enough to cause anyone to worry. Reoccurances of the cancer is high in my family and people die from it.

I was upset about this happening during the holidays - I don't want to ruin it for the kids. I've told my husband that it doesn't matter when they schedule the surgery, he's not to change his plans. If he's not here, so what. I have other people. He's leaving for South Dakota November 11th for a week.

I'm not happy about the idea of losing my hair, but I've figured out a way to deal with that. I told the kids they could do artwork on my baldness after I go to a former place of employment and let my friends autograph it.

I'm not normal and I know it and don't care. I don't worry about not having boobs - I celebrate it. I hate wearing bras period. I will not have rescontructive surgery and I will not wear fake ones nor will I wear a wig.

They say the sooner your husband sees your scar the better. I'm not one of those who worries about how I'll look with no boobs, he's not one who cares either. I actually cracked myself up yesterday while I was making a pizza delivery. I could have my sister-in-law tattoo nipples on me and do a flower garden around the scars. I told my husband and he loves the idea.

I had pain before the biopsies and I have more pain now. That makes me testy. I don't do pain well, but I don't complain and whine about it either.

Oh, I didn't mention the results of the lymph node biopsy - the nurse called me the next day to tell me the cancer has spread to the lymph node they tested.  So we know I'm at least stage 2. I have to wait for surgery to find out more.

Tomorrow, I go in to see my primary. I had to reschedule my appointment I had with him due the mammogram and sonogram testing. I'm his first patient of the day. Not a way to start the week for him. I had all the information sent to him in addition to my GYN. Since I see him on a regular basis and he's downstairs from the treatment center, he's being brought in as part of the team. I was hoping to walk in and give him good news - I made it through three weddings, I've lost a few pounds and my blood pressure is down. Ha! I can still tell him I survived the weddings without his help and well, the weight loss will be for not. I'm told I'll gain weight during chemo. As for my blood pressure, well, it's doubtful it's down now. We shall see. He's really been watching me for depression. I was depressed and he was leaving it up to me about whether or not I go on meds. I was depressed because I was only working one day a week and home the rest. I can't sit at home. I need to be working. I just went back to work full time back in August.

Although my boss says to take all the time I need to heal, the job will still be mine and the management position I'm being trained for will still be mine. I don't know how long I'll be out yet. The law is not on my side due the fact that I've not been there a year. It's going to hard for him not to hire someone to work days in my place. He can't afford to always pull someone off nights to cover days every day. I know this and understand this. So, this has been a worry.

Tomorrow afternoon, I have a breast MRI scheduled. I'll get the results from it on Tuesday. They said quite possibly they'll do more testing before Friday.

Over all, I'm in great spirits, as long as I get some sleep. I'm scared, but that's normal. I'll feel better once they do the pre-op tests on my liver, lungs, bones and brain and tell me there's no sign of cancer there.

How all this will affect my writing, I don't know. Right now, the very idea of getting back to the Christmas story was I was working seems unimportant. That's not to say in a week I won't get back at it. I could just need time to absorb all the stuff I'll be put through.

I do know my sissy will be with me most of the time. She's been awesome. Technically, she's not my sister, but just because we're not blood doesn't make her any less my sister.

This is my life right now.

Bekki

Monday, October 3, 2011

Shadow Love - A Ghost Hunter Romance

What a fun short story to write!

When I volunteered to write a strange story for an anthology, I had no clue what I was going to do. I sat down and played around with a couple of ideas and Shadow Love evolved from those. And maybe the fact that at the time I was watching Ghost Hunter shows on television, so that probably gave the story a boost in the making.

I still may work one of the initial ideas into something, who knows. I like ghosts and believe in them.

I hope you'll check out the story. If I had to pick a secondary character who deserved honorary mention, Zack would be it. I think he gave the story life.




Blurb:

Carla Kingston claimed to have been accosted by a ghost when she was seventeen years old. In confidence, she told her best friend, who dropped her like hot coals. Ten years later, Bobby Whitten returns with a change of heart, but can he handle watching her enjoy being made love to by a shadow of a person who was murdered more than a hundred years ago?

Small Excerpt:

“Maybe. Zack, I have a strange feel about what's to come.”


“I told you, it’s the two of you together that is stirring them up,” Zack told her.

“You’re being redundant.”

“Stop sucking face and things will quiet.”

“Ha, ha.”

“What?” Bobby asked.

“Zack says they’re jealous and trying to get my attention, so we need to stop sucking face.” His eyes narrowed, and she found it amusing to watch him look around the place. “He can’t see us.” She tapped the headset. “Hearing.”

“Oh,” he said before a grin crept across his face.

“Zack, while the troops feel they need to gather, I’m going in to do some fishing.”

“Not a good idea. Too many.”

“I’ll be fine. They love me, you said so yourself.”

“Right now, it may not be unanimous if you get my drift.”

“Yeah, I get it.” It would definitely be worth it if her infatuated ghost was jealous enough to take things to a new level.

“I think it’d be interesting to take Bobby in the house with you and see what happens.”

She laughed. “You’re ornery.”

“Well, go have fun. I’ve got your back.”

“Appreciated. Switching to wireless.” She set the headset down and turned it off. “Remember what I said. Don’t interfere,” she reminded Bobby while putting on a wireless headset and attached the battery pack to the back of her jeans.

“What’re you doing?”

“My job. You can watch and listen, but you won’t be able to talk to me. Nor will I be able to hear you.” Flipping on the speaker nestled between the monitors near a receiver, she informed him, “Only Zack will be able to talk to me.” Carla pulled a jacket on, grabbed her kit, put the file of photos in it and turned at the door. “I’ll be back,” she said in the gruffest tone she could manage. He didn’t smile. She walked up to him and kissed him. “Relax.”

Carla left and crossed the street to enter the property. Her heart pounded against her chest cavity. She latched the gate behind her, took out her handheld thermal meter along with the K2 meter, turned them on and went up the walk to the porch steps and up to the front door. She shivered when she entered a cold spot. “I’ve entered coldness, fifty-one degrees.”

“Daybreak temps been steady at fifty-seven.”

“No visuals, but you,” Bobby added.

She pulled the keys from her pocket. “Going in.”

 
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Monday, September 26, 2011

It's Officially the Holiday Season

I love this time of year. All sort of cute fall decor is put out and Christmas decorations are hitting the floor.

Yesterday, we were at our favorite orchard and while I resisted many many items this trip, I did not try to resist my little acorn people with their very special friend.

My husband says the one squirrel is larger, because he ate the cookies.

I think they are the cutest!


This monring I ran out of cookies for my squirrels, so I ran to the dollar store. I wanted to replace some bowls anyway. Well, I can't pass an isle filled with Christmas stuff if you paid me, to. I bought my first ornaments of the year - I have a thing for snowmen. So, I nabbed a  sitter snowman and a Santa, another snowman and a cute Santa.










Aren't they a great start to the season?






Bekki
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Thursday, September 15, 2011

They Came in Threes

I'm so glad Christmas is coming, because I haven't had enough excitement. LMBO.

Today, we added another daughter to our family. Hurray!

In the last four months, we've had our three older sons marry their soulmates. How awesome is that?


Jon and Dawn - September 15, 2011




Jarrod and April - September 3, 2011   Jesse and Kara - June 17, 2011


It's been a great time!


Bekki