Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.

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Winner, Winner, But Not a Chicken Dinner


Congratulations, Beth of E. Lizard Breath Speaks blog won the drawing for my book.

I gave her a choice–


To School a Cowboy



Blind Sight

Beth chose Blind Sight. 🙂 I’ll be sending it to her today.

For those of you who are terribly disappointed because you didn’t win (That’s what all the wailing I hear is about. Right?) you can order my books (paperback or Kindle form) from The Wild Rose Press or from Amazon.

Okay, commercial over. 😉 More about Beth.

047_biggerThis picture is from Beth’s twitter page.

She from a Small Town World in Virginia, and loves to travel all over. Her blog is full of pictures of places she’s visited. She and her hubby of eight years love to take the scenic route through Small World America.

She and her husband love kayaking. That could makes me a tad jealous. Wouldn’t it be cool to vaca with a kayak and a camera to see how many streams and rivers you could get down?


She enjoys movies and reading and funny stories and decorating and baking and crafting and making people laugh.

She started blogging in order to “meet new folks, bloggers, people from Virginia. folks that I have something in common with–likes and dislikes.”

Beth writes, “my purpose … I really like folks to lighten up their lives … giggle, be silly & laugh. Not take things so seriously. I like to uplift (lift up) folks & make them smile. Life is so stressful normally I think blogging is meant for fun & entertainment. I do at times take on the serious side of things but I prefer the lighter side.”

I think we might be related. LOL.

Beth, I’ve enjoyed “meeting” you (and everyone who signed up for the contest.) Hope you enjoy Blind Sight!

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Is There a Santa?

I’ve heard about this all my life. And thanks to Terri, my friend on FaceBook, I finally get to see it. (Thanks Terri!)

All I can say is, Virginia thought ahead! (Only September and she’s talking Santa? Whoa!) Anyway, read on!

This little girl lived with being “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus” for the rest of her life. Wonder how that affected her?



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I have a suggestion–why don’t we move Christmas to January? Just think, we’d have an extra month to shop and decorate and spend money.

 We might actually get things done we’ve always wanted to do, such as knit beautiful stockings and quilt mind boggling tree skirts. Create a handmade ornament for each of our friends. Bake things our mamas used to bake like divinity and peanut brittle. (I don’t even know. Do you bake divinity?)  

We’d have time to make Christmas seem really Christmassy.

Yes, Virginia, I know Christmas is celebrating the birth of Christ, and you can’t just change a birthday willie-nillie, but couldn’t we call it Christmas-30?

Come on. If St. Nick is also Father Christmas, he must have some daughters. He should be used to some females running perpetually behind. This could only help.

If we change the date, I might actually get the top 1/5 of my trees decorated. And have something in my yard besides dead grass, leaves and one lonely wreath. (At least the lights work on it.)

We could send out Christmas-30 cards and sing Christmas-30 songs. We could tell the kids that Santa missed us on the way past, or better yet, tell them he was running late. (They might as well get used to “late” from the beginning.)

In Oklahoma, anyway, we’re much more likely to have snow in January than December, so it would work out better for Santa, too.

Whatdoyouthink? Anybody with me here?

Okay, yes. You guessed it. I’m late getting ready for Christmas again, as usual. Think my kids will accept IOUs in their stockings again this year? 8)