Sunday, August 19, 2012

Back to School



The time is upon us. Time is at hand! Battle stations, everyone! It's time for the kids to go back to school.

I'll keep this post short in support of those running around making last-minute preparations, search every store from her to the Jersey shore for that Justin Bieber lunch box their child simply must have.

Even though my own children are all grown and on their own now, I feel your pain. Our Grandson was accepted into a pre-K program at the school my wife works at - in another county! This means that, in order to accommodate his enrollment, we must provide transportation to said school in another county.

So, we will be taking in another resident to our house for the school year. My grandson will be living with us about four days a week so we can wake him at the crack of dawn. Of course, would could not just buy a new bed and make him up a room. We also have a Granddaughter that would be awfully upset if we did not invite her over as well. So, it looks like bunk beds.

I spent most of yesterday afternoon putting together a new set of bunk beds but I must say they look cute and I can't wait for the Grandkids to have the bunk bed experience.

Seeing the bunk beds all put together brought back some childhood memories. My brother and I shared a bedroom when we were young, and, of course, that meant bunk beds. We would fight over who got to sleep on top. It was the job of the one sleeping on the bottom bunk to harass the one on top. I remember kicking at the slats on the top bunk until, one by one, they fell down until the mattress above threatened to fall through. Never mind that the mattress would fall, with its occupant, one top of the one below. (Hey, I never claimed to be the saltiest french fry in the box)

Well, now it seems the manufacturer must have hired some designers with bunk bed sleeping experience. The slats are now screwed into the frame, preventing them from falling through.

The bunk beds are also much larger than I remember. Of course, my Grandchildren are only three and four years old. I slept in a bunk bed until I was about fourteen.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Note to Local Politicians



Just wanted to put this out there. Driving back and forth along the highway into our little town, I'm constantly reminded of our upcoming local election. This year, the good citizens of my little burg will decide whether they want to keep our current mayor for another term, or elect someone new. Also up for grabs are five city council seats.

The other thing I cannot help but notice is the one or two candidates that feel they absolutely must use their nickname enclosed in parentheses within the small space provided on their roadside campaign signs.

Just a word. The first thing that comes to mind as I read your campaign sign that says Billy Joe "Bubba" Jones, I cannot help but wonder if you realize you are no longer sitting in high school gym class, slapping your buddy's ass and talking about how far you got with your girlfriend this weekend.

Running our city is serious business, and I simply refuse to speak of serious matters with a city council person that prefers I call them "Home-slice."

I can only assume that other citizens feel the same, whether they will admit to it or not.

I mean, hey, just because wearing pants under boxers may be popular at the moment, doesn't make it right. I'm certain the whole nickname thing was a wash after "Maverick" and "Goose" were taken by those darn movie actors.

Thank you. Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Help a Starving Artist



Okay, so I'm not much of an artist and anyone who's seen me lately can attest to the fact that I am anything but starving.

Well, maybe starving for attention, fortune and fame, and all the problems that come with it. I'm a firm believer that, even though lottery winners and the like talk about all the problems associated with their wealth, I'd still like to discover for myself whether these are really problems.

With that said, I'd like to formally announce the release of a new Paranormal Romantic Suspense Novel that I'm sure you'll love (because it was written by my alter ego) and ask for your support in viewing the pages, buying, reading, reviewing, or even something so small as 'liking' the appropriate sales page.

Come on, Show some love!

Anyway, I'm really excited about this release and cannot wait to hear back from those reading the story. If you are a reviewer, and would like to receive a review copy, please email: author.ellison.james@gmail.com

Here's the links:

Lexi's Run for Kindle

Lexi's Run paperback book (268 pages)

Lexi's Run for Nook (ebook and paperback)

Lexi's Run at Smashwords

This novel will also be available at all other major outlets such as apple ibooks, diesel, kobo, and others,  within the next couple of weeks.

Now, back to your regular scheduled programming of advice for the zombie apocalypse, cat removal, Daleville Dan, and childhood antics.