Grandbabies For Christmas

No, it hasn't happened yet, but we are expecting news any day. Our little peas in the pod are turning into little ponies. The girl weighs nearly six pounds and the boy is five pounds three ounces. None of us think its going to be much longer. And I'm certain poor mom is hoping its going to be sooner than later. Since we think they'll be here for Christmas I picked up a couple of things...

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It's The Weekend

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VBT: Seventeen

BLURB:  

Most of the world's seventeen billion people are unconscious, perpetually serving their employers as part of massive brain trusts. The ecosystem has collapsed, and corporations control all of the world's resources and governments. A bedraggled alcoholic known as the Prophet predicts nineteen year-old waitress Eadie will lead a revolution, but how can she prevail when hunted by a giant corporation and the Federal Angels it directs?

EXCERPT:

 The mist was clearing. Brian found himself standing in the street outside the bar he had entered earlier. Half a dozen battered and bleeding men stood surrounding him, and at least as many more lay on the gravel, seriously wounded or out cold.

The attack had come from somewhere in the mist, from all directions at once. His head and torso ached and throbbed. He locked his shaking knees to keep them from buckling. Every muscle in his body seemed to be lengthening, pouring downward like water. His eyelids drooped.

One of the standing men took a step toward him, fists raised. Brian tried to turn away from him, his arm flopping behind his back like a fish.

Behind his back! His eyes opened a little wider. He straightened and forced his arm to function, whipping out his revolver and aiming it around at the circle of attackers.

He tried to pull back the hammer but too many of his knuckles were broken. He ended up simply pointing it at the closest one, who backed away cautiously. Once past him, Brian walked backwards, still aiming the gun as long as he could see them. Then he turned, moving as fast as he could manage, back toward Dok’s place.

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Mark D. Diehl writes novels about power dynamics and the way people and organizations influence each other. He believes that obedience and conformity are becoming humanity’s most important survival skills, and that we are thus evolving into a corporate species.

Diehl has: been homeless in Japan, practiced law with a major multinational firm in Chicago, studied in Singapore, fled South Korea as a fugitive, and been stranded in Hong Kong.

After spending most of his youth running around with hoods and thugs, he eventually earned his doctorate in law at the University of Iowa and did graduate work in creative writing at the University of Chicago. He currently lives and writes in Cape Elizabeth, Maine.

Author’s Website: http://www.markddiehl.com

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Sinkhole and Babies Update

This is a sinkhole in Louisiana, Scary Stuff.

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Grandbabies Update: 

I don't think they're going to make it till Dec 26, which is D Day for the arrival. Our poor DIL's tummy is maxed out. There's no more room at the inn. We're expecting those babies in the next couple of weeks. Her doctor's appointment is Friday so hopefully we'll know more then.

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He certainly is. Grin.

Thanks, Sonya.

Thanksgiving's Over

Thanksgiving is over. Sounds like Alex Cavanaugh had a good one. What about you? Did you have a great Thanksgiving?
Shh(finger to lip), since no one was home to cook for us, we hooked up with my bro and SIL and went out to dinner.  I mention the cook-for-us thing because some of our family LOVE to cook. They're quite passionate about it. Unfortunately, I'm not one of them.  Apparently, a lot of other people felt the same way, since the restaurant had a pretty good crowd. It was nice. The food and company were great.
Afterwards--I hang my head in shame--we grocery shopped at Walmart. Can you believe it?
It was fine as long as we stayed on the grocery side but when we wandered over into the other section for pet food--YIKES. Everyone was lined up, waiting for arm bands. Why, I have no idea. It had something to do with the black Friday specials that were starting Thursday.  Of course, everyone was waiting in front of the dog food and thought we were trying to cut in line when we threaded through trying to get to the canned food. So we grabbed our pet food and got out as quick as we could.
Then we did something really brilliant. We went to Belk's Black Friday sale that started at 8 p.m. (For those of you not from the south, Belk's is a southern department store or perhaps I should say The Southern Department Store. I'm a Belkie girl.) 
I normally avoid the Black Friday hysteria like the plague, but I figured, small town, eight o'clock, how bad could it be? Ha ha. Famous last words.  There were lines waiting to get in. I took one look and decided we might as well go home, but since I'd dragged the HH along he had other ideas, so we fought the crowds. The big draw was $19.99 boots. The doors opened and women ran for them. It was ghastly.  I left the way I came empty-handed. 
On the plus side of my ledger, I have my Christmas shopping done or close enough to call it done.
What about you, did you fight the crowds or just sit back and enjoy the holiday glow? Got your shopping done?