Spring Fever!

While there is part of me that is deeply concerned about the mild (very mild!) winter we've had, the sun worshiper in me is thrilled with the early spring. Don't get me wrong, there's something wondrous about a peaceful snowfall and snuggly winter nights, homemade soup in the crock pot and the smell of freshly baked bread permeating my home. But since I'm given to mood swings, winter can be a difficult time of year. The shorter periods of daylight and days spent trapped inside due to freezing temps take their toll so I've thrown myself into the warm weather with all my might.

    I've been shopping for spring and summer fashions, started my salsa garden and painted my toenails because I'll be sporting some peep-toes this weekend. I pulled the sundresses from the back of my closet and filled my window boxes with tulip bulbs. I've even cleaned the house top to bottom and set the clocks forward. Spring is a time of rebirth and I can't wait to emerge from my cocoon!

    How about you? How do you spring into spring? Leave a comment between now and Wednesday for the chance to win a copy of my latest release, ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE. I can't wait to read your responses.

And as a bonus, here's one of my favorite spring recipes:

Strawberry Rhubarb Pie

Crust:

1 1/4 cup all purpose flour

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup butter, well chilled

3-5 tablespoons water, ice cold

Combine flour and salt. Cut butter into 1/2 cubes, toss into flour. Take out your pastry cutter and throw it away. It is an evil, evil device that will overwork your pastry. For an exceptionally flaky crust you gotta get your hands in there. Using your hands, quickly pinch the butter cubes into pieces about the size and thickness of dimes and nickels. Stir in cold water with fork until incorporated, then give the dough 2 or 3 more quick stirs. Wrap dough in plastic wrap and allow to rest in fridge while you prepare the filling.

Filling:

3 cups fresh strawberries, sliced or quartered

3 cups rhubarb, peeled and chopped

1 cup sugar

1/3 cup all purpose flour

1 teaspoon lime juice

1/4 teaspoon lime zest, minced

1 tablespoon vanilla

1/4 teaspoon salt

Toss all ingredients together evenly.

Assembly:

Handful of flour

9" pie pan

Pie crust dough

Filling

2 tablespoons butter, cut into 1/4" cubes

small bowl of water

1 egg white

2 tablespoons sugar

Dust work surface with flour and divide pie crust dough in to halves. Working quickly, roll out one half of dough on floured work surface to 1/8" thickness for bottom of pie. Gently fold into quarters, lift and place into pie pan. Unfold bottom crust, allow excess to hang over edge of pan. Roll out crust for top of pie to 1/8" thickness. Put pie filling into pie pan. Dot filling with butter. Brush lip of bottom crust with water. Fold top crust into quarters, lift and place on top of filled pie pan, sealing around edges by pressing gently. Trim excess and flute edges. Cut vents in top pie crust. Brush top of pie with egg white, sprinkle with sugar.

Baking:

Place pie onto baking sheet to catch any overflow. Put into 425 degree (F) preheated oven. Bake for 20 minutes. Turn heat down to 350 degrees (F) and bake for at least another 30 minutes. When crust is golden and pie has bubbled over a little, remove from oven. Allow to cool on wire rack at least 1 hour prior to serving.

Notes:

--Don't panic if pie looks soupy when you first take it out of the oven. Once it cools it will gel nicely.

--Pair this pie with french vanilla ice cream for a delicious dessert!

Joys of Spring by Jannine Corti Petska

My guest today is a fellow Moongypsy Press author, Jannine Corti Petska. It's her first time as my guest so please give her lots of love :) Welcome, Jannine!
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Ahhh, the joys of spring. It seems everyone eagerly awaits springtime. The newscasters are all pumped up because there are warmer days. People here in Southern California complain when we get one semi-rainy day in a month. They can't wait for 80 degree weather. Me? I loathe the heat and the sun. Spring for me is all about complaining there aren't enough rainy days. (Actually, where I live, I complain about not enough rainy days year-round.) On the up side, I plant my garden vegetables and herbs at this time of year. I love watching plants grow. For me spring represents a new beginning.

Spring also indicates that we're heading for summer and heat that often continues clear to Thanksgiving and occasionally beyond. You see, I have SAD: Seasonal Affective Disorder. The sun and the heat depress me. This is difficult for so many to understand. They think I'm nuts. Well.....maybe I am. But SAD is a bonafide disorder. About 4% to 6% of the population in the U.S. suffer from depression when the days get shorter and colder. However, 10% get SAD in reverse. The onset of summer triggers their depression symptoms. As I grow older, the symptoms are more severe. I can't even handle temperatures in the upper 60s.

So the next time you're celebrating spring and the person next to you is depressed about it, have a little empathy. Or say what most say to me: Why don't you move? I'd love to, but it's not that simple.

I am more prolific at writing in the dreary, blustery, rainy days. When the heat picks up, I become lethargic and suffer from headaches. The darkness I crave may have something to do with the reason I write dark stories. But all is not lost. I slip in humor now and then to break up all the drama.

In my latest book, CHARLOTTE AND THE GYPSY, the hero and heroine lean more to the dark side. I think the nature of the story--Gypsy life in 15th century Andalusia--tends to be serious, moody. The hero brooding. The heroine sobering. Add in her psychic power and the story becomes intense.

CHARLOTTE AND THE GYPSY is book two in the Sisters of Destiny trilogy. (Book one is CARINA AND THE NOBLEMAN.) Below are the cover, blurb and a scene. The story is not about springtime and sunshine, but Rafael is a to die for Gypsy. Charlotte, who was raised by the Gypsies, knows just how to handle him.

Trailer:

Http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5dd2kNYLyM Blurb: Charlotte Nikolos keenly feels the difference between the dark coloring of the Gypsies who raised her and her own pale hair and skin. When she learns she has two sisters somewhere who share her looks and psychic powers, she's determined to search for her lost family and find answers about her past. But how? For three years, Rafael Cazares has been away from the Gypsy camp and the woman who makes his blood boil. He's determined to win back Char's trust and recapture her heart. He insists on helping her to find her true family, but someone or something is determined to keep them apart. When a deep dark secret is revealed, Rafael would do everything in his power to keep the only women he has ever loved out of harm’s way. Even if he must die.

Excerpt;

Setting up the scene: Char heard her father's thoughts about marrying her off to Rafael immediately. She rashly goes off on her horse, and Rafael gives chase. You get a glimpse of Char's strong will in this scene.

Char jerked out of Rafael’s grip and marched off with her horse in tow. At the forest’s edge, she climbed atop Martiya and sped off without a backward glance. She’d owe her father an apology when she returned, but for now, she rode fast and hard to ease her frustration and clear her mind. She had to think up a viable scheme to avoid being trapped with Rafael for life.

"Char!"

"Leave me be," she shouted over her shoulder, panicking when she saw Rafael’s huge horse eating ground faster than hers. Blinded by unwanted tears and the fear that he’d force her into an immediate marriage, she failed to notice a low-hanging branch. Martiya ducked her head; Char wasn’t so fortunate. Her stomach took the brunt of the hard bark, throwing her backward in a summersault to the hard forest floor and brutally stealing the wind from her lungs.

As she gasped for air, she held her hand out to Rafael to stay his approach. She wanted naught of him, not his care or his concern. Or his scolding over her rash decision to flee. To her misfortune, her inability to catch her breath put her at his mercy.

Rafael squatted, rubbing her back in fluid, upward strokes until her hard-fought breaths came easier. He saw no bones protruding from her clothing and realized she was stunned more than injured. No doubt she hurt badly and would likely find a bruise in the shape of a branch across her stomach.

Tears streaked down her face, giving him pause. He cupped her cheek and used his thumb to wipe away the wetness gathered in the corner of her eyes. She turned her head aside. Would that he could take her pain away, but he had the distinct feeling that those tears weren’t solely from her fall.

She dragged her feet to her body and attempted to stand. Rafael placed a hand on her shoulder, keeping her down. "You should wait until your bearings return."

A frown followed her grimace. "My bearings are mine. So move away. I do not need your assistance."

"You think not?" Rafael rose and stared down at the stubborn set of her mouth. "Then you may stand."

"I will stand when I please."

"Bedamned, woman. You are as indignant as the day I left."

She inhaled carefully and gripped her middle. Ignoring him, she moved to stand but quickly gasped and dropped to her knees. He used every ounce of his will not to coddle her.

"Mayhap you will take my advice the next time."

She angled her perturbed visage up at him. "You do not need to gloat."

He wasn’t. More was his genuine concern for her well-being. Offering her a hand, he said, "Will you now allow me to help you stand?"

Her wary glance at his outstretched hand shucked his concern. He snapped it back and walked off to retrieve her horse grazing a few yards away. When he returned, she was sitting in the same spot where she had fallen. No sympathy would she receive. He tamped down his compassion and let the wench help herself. Char’s staunch independence bore little room for her to be self-effacing.

"Get up," he commanded even though he knew well her adverse reaction to being commanded to do anything. "I’ll accompany you back to camp."

Another wary glance. "I’ll return after my mind’s cleared of its unnecessary muddle."

"Have I your word?"

She frowned before nodding.

Against his better judgment, Rafael looped the bay’s reins around the same branch Char ran into. "If you are not in camp by mid-day, I’ll come looking for you."

CHARLOTTE AND THE GYPSY is available in print and ebook from www.moongypsypress.com.

ISBN: 1449976786

EAN-13: 9781449976781

Book one, CARINA AND THE NOBLEMAN, is available in print and ebook from www.eternalpress.ca.
ebook: 978-1-926640-59-4
print: 978-1-926647-35-7

Book trailer at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rERylu_39XA

Squirrel! by Jaime Samms

My guest today, Jaime Samms, is a multi-published author and a colleague at Freya's Bower. Her newest upcoming release, Life After, is available from Freya's Bower on May 25th. Check out her other scintillating titles and more hot, hot stories between men at her website! Take it away, Jaime :)
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So, it's that time of year again. Spring brings a lot of things; open windows, birds, manic cats trying to get out the door between my legs, my garden crying desperately for my help and attention, and always, so far, a renewed need to write more, new, better, shinier stories.
It also is the busiest time of year where I work. You see, tax time is both my joy, because writers make so little money, the refund means good things can be had by all, but also my nemesis. I work contract and my contract falls on me at tax time. Wouldn't it be nice if the need to create came in the middle of the winter when I'm home with nothing better to do....

But really, life isn't like that, is it? One can dream. And become really good at time management. I've mastered that first one....

My publishers and editors have wrangled me into submission on the other. I'm so distractible. Anyone ever seen the movie "Up!" ? That little dog, that can be me...squirrel! And in the spring when the sun is shining, and the garden needs me, it's so hard to sit down and do edits, to type up all those snippets of story scratched out on my meagre breaks at work.

Then there's work, where I should be—well—working. And I find myself thinking about all the fantastic story lines I want to write. Seems wherever I am, I want to be somewhere else, doing something else. Spring is a great time of chaos for me. For the most part, it's good, creative chaos, though.
Right now, I'm sitting at the breakfast table amidst this year's Vessey's seed order, clean laundry and breakfast dishes. There's sun and breeze through the open door and the park across the street is full of people. Crocuses are poking up through the brown old grass of last year, and the maple tree is all over red knobby buds. Really, it's chaos everywhere, not just inside me y head.

Easter weekend is stretched out in front of me now, and I can see the completion of a half dozen unfinished projects in the nebulous future before work beckons again on Tuesday. I can also see were the raspberries need culling and tying up, and the roses need to be uncovered, the leaves raked before they rot in place on the grass, and really, someone should put all this laundry away....

But there are so many stories in my head, I'm afraid they'll start running together and the wrong guys will end up in the wrong beds. But then, that could be interesting, too. Squirrel!!!

P.S. On Monday, when you read this, the weekend will be winding down, and I will be flush with accomplishment or lamenting the lost time. Or, I might have caught that elusive squirrel. One never knows.

Bring on the Heat by Trent Kinsey

Today we have a bad boy with us! So exciting :) He's the one, the only--Trent Kinsey from Moongypsy Press. His tales of horror will keep you guessing and on edge until the very end. In addition to writing his lush prose, he is also the VP, layout editor, acquisitions editor for military fiction for MP. Yes, ladies, he's a former US Marine--oorah! Please welcome my talented friend and colleague, Trent!

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I spent Saturday, March 27, outside working in the yard all day and most of the evening (the truth is I really just drank beer because we didn't have all we needed to do the job, but I did do some work). It seems to always sneak up on me every year when the nights get shorter and the weather gets warmer. But the one thing that I don't miss when those small things sneak up on me is the joint pains that seem to haunt me during the winter months.

Around the end of 1999 I found out that arches in my feet had dropped, not a good thing for someone who had to run three miles at least three times a week. Well after years of running and carrying gear, I incurred a lot of damage from my feet up to my lower back. Not including the tear I had in my shoulder in late '05. Isn't it great being your own weather channel?

So every year around November, I start to feel my joints ache something horrible. Around that same time, I kick myself for not buying stock in OTC pain relievers since I'm one of the people buying the most of them. Some days I feel as if I have a ball of glass constantly swelling inside my knees and right shoulder. Others, it's hard to walk because my right knee always feels like it's going to collapse on me. For close to five months, I move slower than usual and seem to always grip the hand rails when walking up the stairs.

Then the magic of Mother Nature happens as it always does. As the clocks move forward the temperatures rise, taking the cold and pain with it. And though I still feel some pain as the mornings are still cold, my hopes rise as summer is on its way, bringing with it tropical heat that I grew up in and missed dearly when on active duty.

Needless to say, this time of year always excites me. I hope it does you too!

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You can find Trent's work at http://www.moongypsypress.com/kinsey.php

Also drop by his gorgeous website-- http://trentkinsey.com/

The Tortise and The Hare by Ericka Scott

Please welcome my Spring into Spring guest, the multi-published Ericka Scott! She's a talented author whose publishers include Cobblestone Press. Take it away, Ericka!
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Hello, Spring!

As an author of Seductive Suspense, I’ll admit that my favorite time of year is Autumn, with its signature holiday of Halloween. Ghosts, goblins, black cats, witches, and magick. Yet, Spring is a time of magic as well. Daffodils pushing up from the ground, baby animals being born -- watching the world be reborn is a miracle in and of itself.

Spring for me is also a time of re-evaluation. Have I kept my New Year’s Resolutions (um, not so well) and am I on track to make my writing goals (another, um, no)? I follow a lot of other author’s blogs and often feel as if I am the tortoise among them. While they are flipping out thousands of words a week, I think I’ve managed to type out, um, none for weeks on end. Since the New Year, it seems as if one or the other of my children, my husband, or myself has been sick. Then, just when we all started to feel better, along came Spring Break. Loud groan.

There has been some good news this spring, I just recently received a contract for a full-length paranormal romance through a small independent publisher, L&L Dreamspell, and I’m excited beyond words. I’m also slogging through editing the first draft of my recently completed full-length historical romance. Luckily, I typed The End on ‘Nevermore’ right before the first sign of illness arrived in our house five weeks ago.

With all of the blustery weather, rain, and cloudy skies of Spring, it’s easy to forget that the heat of the summer sun is just around the corner. It’s the same with my writing. I often lose sight that being an author is more like running a marathon than a sprint. That even miniscule word counts add up. So, as we turn the corner into April, I’m hoping to make like a tortoise and write the next book, even if it’s just one word at a time.

To celebrate the sale of my most recent book, I’ll give one lucky reader a copy of whatever they’d like to read off my backlist (which can be found on the Books page of my website). Just leave a comment, and I

’ll have the Easter Bunny pull a name out of a plastic egg on April 4^th.

Oh, and don’t forget to check out the Easter Egg Hunt at The Long and Short of It Reviews. The prize packages look even more delicious than a chocolate egg. Well, not really – but if you are a reader, the hundreds of prizes will certainly whet your appetite.

Happy Spring!

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Ericka Scott is a multi-published, bestselling author of seductive suspense. She's written stories for as long as she can remember and reads anything under the sun (including the back of cereal boxes in a pinch). She got hooked on romantic suspense in her college days, when reading anything but a textbook was a guilty pleasure. Now, when she’s not chauffeuring children around, wishing she had more than 24 hours in a day, or lurking at the library, she’s spinning her own web of fantasy and penning tales of seduction and suspense. She currently lives in Southern California with her husband and three children.

Get a behind the scenes look at her writing and zany family on her blog at http://erickascott.blogspot.com

She also loves friends, so come friend her at http://myspace.com/erickascott

She's also on Facebook at http://facebook.com/ericka.scott and Twitter @ErickaScott

You can find out more about her books at www.erickascott.com

For Mom Mom by Antonia Tiranth

Today we have author, Antonia Tiranth, and her touching tribute to her recently departed grandmother. May Mom Mom's love of spring--and her love of our Antonia--live on forever. Namaste, Cindy
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Spring has arrived! The robins are hoping about in the front yard, flowers are starting to poke their heads up in the gardens, trees are getting little green buds on them, and Rita’s gave away a free Italian ice to every customer. For me though, spring is more than a little bit gloomy. Not because of all the spring rains we’ve been having but because one of the most influential people in my life is gone. Mary “Sis” Edmond, my grandmother, ended her years long battle with illness on St. Patrick’s day.

What exactly does this have to do with spring? Well, for me, spring always meant that my Mom-mom and I would be going to take the dog for a walk or go up to The Avenue, a stretch of Eastern Avenue that several years ago had a department store and an old five & dime. Of course, in recent years, we didn’t do any of that but the memory remains. In addition to my mother and my writing buddy, Mom-mom was the person I was most excited to tell when I heard about the acceptance of my first book. At this point in her life, it was very difficult for her to read so I had plans to read it to her but as with many things, we never found the time. When I found out my books were going audio and told her, the look of pride and excitement on her face was enough to make my heart swell. Unfortunately I won’t get to know what Mom-mom thought of my books but I know she was proud of me. She was even accepting of my erotic novels, something the rest of my family is a bit uneasy about.

Spring will always hold mixed feelings for me now. On one hand, the excitement of the world coming back to life after a long winter and on the other, the memory of our loss. My grandmother, however, loved spring and I will always remember that too, celebrating it in honor of her.

I’m giving away a copy of my second book, The Gathering, to one lucky commenter!
Stop by my website and facebook for a visit! http://www.antoniatiranth.com/ www.facebook.com/tiranth

The Magic of Spring by Faith Bicknell-Brown

Please say hello to my guest Faith Bicknell-Brown! She writes as FL Brown, Zinnia Hope, and J. Emberglass. But no matter the pen name, her work always promises fluid prose, lush descriptions, and a whole lot of wit. Welcome, Faith!
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After the long winter with deep snows, numerous snow days from school, and freezing temps with high winds, I’m more than happy to see spring arrive. Daffodils and tulips are blooming or pushing through the ground around this old farm. The crocuses and hyacinths will be spilling their delicious aromas into the air any day now, and all the trees are loaded with deep-red buds.

The one thing I detest about spring nearly as much as I do the frigid temps of winter is the rain. Well, not the rains parse, but the mud it causes. Stomping around in 6 inches of mud, trying to navigate our long graveled—mud—lane, and dealing with mud brought into the house on shoes has me praying for late spring.

I look forward to planting flowers and sowing our vegetable gardens. The strawberry patch awakens and the vines begin to run while the white flowers pop out everywhere. The orioles sing their celebratory songs of rebirth, and I enjoy again sitting outside in the mornings with my cup of black coffee, no sugar.

The field behind our home is a constant source of entertainment. Deer emerge from the woods to graze, large hawks and owls haunt the tree line, and every now and then a black bear, coyote, or fox will appear. As spring marches toward summer, the surrounding farmers begin to cut the first hay crops, so the aroma of freshly cut hay perfumes the air.

The sky here is so blue my eyes ache if I stare up at it too long, and the nights are full of frog song.

Many of these elements are used in Wandering Heart, my short novella debuting April 14th from LoveYouDivine.com. Deirdre, the heroine, maintains a beautiful garden and heralds the night and its denizens in her own manner as she ponders how to rekindle her husband’s love. The story is romantic, erotic, and full of sinister magic. And if you love interracial romance with a country and fantasy flair, you’ll enjoy Wandering Heart.

What sort of magic does spring bring to you?

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Don't forget to drop by Faith's website http://faithbicknellbrown.com/ or join her web-famous writer's workshop group http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Avoid_Writers_Hell/ and the chat companion group http://groups.yahoo.com/group/avoidwritershellchatters/ . She also puts out a spectacular newletter with all the Faith/Zinnia happenings http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bickbrownZHnewsletter/

Spring into Spring with Kayden McLeod!

Today's Spring into Spring Blog-a-bration guest is Kayden McLeod, author of erotica, romance, and science fiction. Kayden has been kind enough to share with us her beautiful home. You can also chat with her online at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mpbistro where she is the hostess with mostest. Thanks for being my guest today!

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Late spring in British Columbia is beautiful, serene and majestic. I am a nature-junkie, and feel the most inspired while in the centre of it. Whether it be by the sea stretching along the coast, or further into the interior where the Canadian Rockies trail a path up north, cutting through our province and into the next over, Alberta.

The season is a time when color becomes abundant, bleeding into the greens and blues, adding to the ever-growing palate surrounding us. Spring is the bringing of new life, a fresh beginning; when winter melts away to give light and warmth to the world.
Everything about nature is a deciding factor in the beginning steps of my writing, inspiring my stories and often serving as a starting point, even before I have begun plotting. I find elements hidden in the setting, which will spring new ideas, patterns and details of what is around the characters, into the literary-tapestries I try to create.
In my first Paranormal Science Fiction, entitled Deep Water Legends, I was inspired by the wilds of British Columbia. I chose Mount Robson out of all the many possibilities this province has to offer, because the Provincial Park provided the means for an uninterrupted chase between predator and prey. The Hunters deliberately box the quarry in, between them and the highest peak in the Canadian Rockies, with no way out. Now envision a fleeing Rogue vampire, stuck in the middle of the below pictures. He can’t teleport out nor use his own magic, while the Hunters remain unaffected by the precautions they’ve taken to ensure success. To make the terrain even more difficult, he’s stuck with a human dramatically slowing even his limited progress.
Even though the book begins in the Rockies, further into the quest the setting moves to the beaches of South Surrey. The Council Hunters, Arcadia and Ceanna belong to the vampires who rules this region of BC, the Foxworth Coven. The following is pictures of White Rock/Crescent Beach.

DEEP WATER LEGENDS
Buy Link For E-Book and Print Formats:
http://www.moongypsypress.com/mcleod.php

SUMMARY
The ruling body of vampires have let loose their top Hunters to get back an artifact. Their mission: retrieve the Dragon Stone, exterminate the Rogue and rescue the innocent human witch. Once a mission has been sanctioned, there isn't a way to go back.
Fernando was a Council employee and researcher, who stumbled upon a document suggesting a whole other race existed out there somewhere. He was tired of getting laughed at for what he sincerely believed in. No matter what risk laid ahead of him, he would prove his findings real. For his time on earth was ticking.
Daphne is a human witch, kidnapped by the eccentric Fernando. She is scared, trapped in the wilds of Mount Robson, knowing there is danger afoot, and she is at centre of it.
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To find out more about all of my books:
http://kaydenmcleod.com/
My blogs:
http://kaydenmcleod.blogspot.com/
http://www.kaydenmcleodparanormal.blogspot.com/
Thank you Cindy for having me! It was a blast.
Cheers,
Kayden McLeod
Author of Erotica, Romance and Science Fiction

Chicken Virginia Chardonnay

Hello, y'all! Congrats to our winner yesterday, Fedora :)

Today, I have a special treat for you. It's another recipe from my sous chef days. It's a wonderful dish for a romantic spring dinner for two!

Chicken Virginia Chardonnay

2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts pounded to 1/4" thickness

1 tbsp butter

2 tbsp Smithfield ham, minced

1 shallot, sliced

1 clove garlic, minced

1 cup Chardonnay wine (I always use Prince Michel Chardonnay bottled right here in N. VA!)

1 pint heavy whipping cream

2 tbsp Dijon mustard

Salt and white pepper to taste

Minced parsley

In saute pan over high heat, brown chicken breast cutlets in butter. Turn heat to medium, add ham, shallot, and garlic. Saute until shallots are translucent. Deglaze pan with wine. Add cream, mustard, salt and pepper. Simmer until cream thickens to coat wooden spoon. Stir in minced parsley.

Serve over rice with steamed or grilled veggies. Garnish with sprigs of parsley. Enjoy!

Spring into Spring Blog-a-bration!

Happy spring, y'all! And welcome to my month long celebration of the season. I have lots of guests and fun planned. Today's event? A contest to win one of my e-books :) Leave a comment about your favorite thing about spring and I'll pick a random winner from commenters. The winner gets to select a title from my releases. Contest closes midnight EDT, tonight! Don't forget to stop by all this month to read entries by my special guest bloggers! Now, let's get to commenting....