Looking forward to Spring

This is the time of year I get impatient for Spring. We've had months of snow and ice. The brown grass is peeking through and a few days a week we even get over 32 degrees. Though all the snow hasn't melted.

The stores are selling tulips and mini roses, tempting me with the blooms. I want to see new buds on the trees and the farmers in the fields plowing.
Spring has to be around the corner. Right?

I'm hoping.

I guess it's a good thing I'm a writer because in my stories I can make the weather whatever I want it to be.

"A crystal clear pond with trim grass along the edges. Sun shining, fish hungry, and a pole in my hand."

Today's paradise.

Have a great week.


Tina

Memorable Valentine’s Day

“Don’t you think we should pull over and let the snow storm pass over us?” It was the third time I’d asked the same question in the past twenty minutes, but my boyfriend just smiled.

“As slow as we’re driving some people might think we’re standing still all ready.” He didn’t look at me, but kept his eyes glued to the winter wonderland in front of us.

How he kept his Pontiac Impala, “the tank”, on the road, I didn’t understand. I couldn’t see the road, just a sea of white.

Being from Texas, I’m used to Valentine’s Day being a cold crisp day with glowing sunshine. No snow, no ice, maybe some rain, but most of the time it’s a beautiful day with love in the air. Hearts and flowers decorate everything.

Did I mention no snow? Or better still never a blizzard?

“How can you see?” I asked, straining to see through the caked-on mud and dirt that covered the windshield. The wipers succeeded in shoving the falling snow off to the side, but the picture in front of us remained a dirty white field of nothingness.

He pressed the button for wiper fluid. Nothing happened.

A large truck traveling in the opposite direction zoomed past us at a break-neck speed of fifteen miles per hour. The window shook. A backlash of muddy water sprayed us with debris from the truck’s wheels. A dark veil fell over the windshield. I couldn’t see anything. My fingers dug into by boyfriend’s thigh.

Did I happen to mention it was cold?

The huge cavernous interior of the car held me prisoner, my only protector, my boyfriend’s calm composure and his steady hands on the wheel. You see, he grew up in the North. This was old hat for him.

“I’m going to pull over. I need to clean the windshield off.” He maneuvered the car to the side of the road. How he even found the side of the road I’ll never know.

My hand caused a few more bruises when the car fishtailed before coming to a stop.

“I’ll be right back.” He opened his car door slowly and left.

Alone, I began to panic. How was he going to clean the windshield off? There wasn’t any water out there. It was all frozen. The wiper fluid was gone.

I watched him out the side window as he picked up snow and threw it at the front window. I jumped when it hit. Did I mention I was terrified?

He wiped the snow over the glass with his gloves. It melted and cleaned the surface. My boyfriend was brilliant, a genius. I knew I loved that man for a reason.

When he walked back around the car and opened his door, he threw his wet gloves in the backseat. I hugged and kissed him, glad that he was back beside me.

He dug in his pocket, pulled out a jewelry box, and handed it to me. I opened it.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

My hero, my savior, the man that held my life in the palm of his hands, wanted to know if I would be his bride.

What do you think I said?


This marks 22 years since he ask me to marry him. And I'd still give him the same answer I did then. He's an incredible guy.

Tina

Your participating in the game was priceless.

The biggest game of the year. You're the underdog team that no one believes can win.You put your heart on the line and your team wins.

The only disappointing part of the game is no one seems to know your name or your contribution to the win.You played your heart out and just kept coming.

Don't let this get you down. The fans did notice.

Osi Umenyiora, Michael Strahan, Justin Tuck, Kawika Michell and all the other guys on the defensive line spent the game putting Tom Brady on his butt or knocking downhis passes.

These guys did a fabulous job and deserve a lot credit.

Way to go Giants. Thanks for an awesome game.


Tina

New Adventure

Hi everyone,

This past weekend I had the pleasure of doing my first talk radio program. Author Regan Taylor interviewed me on her new BlogTalkRadio show.

It was incredible easy. All I had to do was dial in, and we were connected.

People could text us messages through the BlogTalkradio website or they could just call in. Couldn't ask for an easier way to get connected to fans.

What's even better is if you weren't available Saturday you can still listen to the show.

Have a great week.