Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Short Story Snippet: Train Station 3:00 P.M. by Candace Gleave

“Now take you time with the shot,” Samson said in a calm voice.

              “They are riding pretty fast,” Nasty Nate said with his rifle up to his cheekbone, taking aim at one of the approaching riders.

              “I know, that’s the beauty of marksmanship,” Samson said. “Now breathe, hold, and then slowly exhale and fire.”

              Nasty Nate took a couple of deep breaths, paused, exhaled his nerves and in one slow breath he fired on the woman rider. The shot echoed off the canyon walls as the female rider fell off the horse and landed with a hard thump.
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

~ Fall Thou Art Beautiful ~ Pumpkin Pie Recipe

     A slight chill in the air. Brown, orange, yellow, and red, oh the glorious colors of autumn. Fall is one of my favorite times of year.

I love the crisp nights and the sweater mornings, not to mention the bugs that are soon to leave this earth. Death to you all! Muahaha!
Yes, indeed, fall is perfect.
In honor of fall, here is a delicious Gourmet Pumpkin Pie Recipe. Enjoy this beautiful time of year!



Original recipe makes 1 -9 inch pie        


  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).
  2. When making your favorite pastry for pie shells add 1/4 cup of the finely chopped pecans to the flour before mixing.
  3. Blend the egg, pumpkin and condensed milk. Pour mixture into the unbaked pie shell.
  4. Combine the brown sugar, flour, chopped pecans, butter and cinnamon with a fork until crumbly. Sprinkle streusel mixture on top of pumpkin mixture.
  5. Bake at 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) for 50 to 55 minutes or until a knife inserted in near the center comes out clean. Let pie cool before serving. Enjoy!
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Thursday, September 4, 2014

End of Summer Blast!

End of Summer Blast!!!
When: Thursday, Sept. 11, 2014
Time: 8-10 p.m. EST, 6-8 p.m. MST.
Where: Facebook

Games, Giveaways, and Fun!!!
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Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Bra Shopping: Shelia's Misadventures.

    Shelia wiggled, she jiggled, she sucked in and prayed for her Slimfast shake to magically, spontaneously, reduce her girls.

The melon totting woman stood squished and squashed as her fingers fought with two ends of a bra strap. Like two polar magnets, it was impossible for the ends to come together in a happy union.

The saleswoman did measure her, correctly? Sheila tossed the double-strap noose aside and grabbed a sports bra, nothing like a boob-tube to make her feel unstoppable. She held back tears.

Breathing out, Shelia turned red, then a bluish color as she forced every ounce of spacious gas out of her body and squeezed into the sporty-delight.

Bra shopping her long term foe. How she laughed when the saleswoman offered her a black, wireless, lace, joke.

    "Comes in your size," she smiled. Yeah right.

Looking in the mirror, Shelia smiled. Pockets of skin popped, exposed, oozed, and flowed. If there was a woman who could turn a sports bra into a hammock, it was her. The smile turned into a chuckle. Tears flowed down Shelia's cheeks as the chuckle turned into a hearty laugh. Oh, the absurdity of it all.

The pink and black poka-dots looked like crop circles. Had she dared to venture put of this fitting room, police would think she was pulling them over. Taking off the bra, it made a snapping noise as it reformed back to its shape.

    "Find anything you like?" the perky saleswoman asked.

    "Yup," Shelia quipped. "I'm gonna need some fishing line a glue gun and some pink tassels, and we'll be in business!"