Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Blog Party Delayed

Hey all,

It looks like the Summer Blog Party has been delayed. I'll let you know when it goes live!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Summer Blog Party

Starting next week, Ravenous Romance writers will stop by Jennifer's Random Musings for some summer fun. EM Lynley and Isabel Roman kick off the party of Monday, June 22. Each day features hot writing, and even hotter contests.

Want to get wet and wild? I'll visit on Saturday, June 27 with some Sexy Summer Drinks. Stay tuned for more!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Fun Dip

Want to take a Fun Dip? Clouds darken the sky, and it feels like rain. Nothing's happened though. There's nothing better than being in a steamy hot tub while it's chilly outside, and the rain is falling.

Until then, I'll settle for a Cherry-flavored Fun Dip. Shouldn't have eaten the entire Lik-M Stick though. Sometimes, there is too much of a good thing.

Friday, June 12, 2009

When Spanking Isn’t Spanking

It’s been too long since I’ve posted something new. When life happens, sometimes daily extras get pushed aside. Continuing on that mix of topics, let’s touch upon spanking. Not sure where your mind is, but we’re talking about discipline—no not *that* type of discipline—spanking.

We don’t spank our children. Growing up, I remember being hit once: for not eating my brussel sprouts. At five, I pushed them under the mashed potatoes, and even resorted to swallowing them whole like a humongous pill, until my mother had enough. Now as a mother, I have to think something else was going on with her. Seriously, to never spank and then break it out over food? It doesn’t compute. Anyhoo … the morale is: I remember it.

All other punishment came from being grounded and sent to my room. As an only child, being sent to my room wasn’t all that bad. I had my books, television, Barbie dolls, whatever distractions I needed.

A week ago we were at my in-law’s house, and Nicole, 6, started acting up. She’s gotten into this habit of baiting the younger one, waiting for her to get into trouble and then giving this evil smile. It totally gives her intentions away. I was in the kitchen cooking, and heard my husband tell Nicole to behave. About 10 minutes later she came to me and told me that she had been “spanked and made to sit on the bathroom floor.”

Instantly, I became livid. Spanked? Who had hit her? And, why?

As calmly as I possibly could, I invited my husband out to the garage to ask him what happened. Immediately, he called in Nicole.

“What does ‘spanking’ mean?” he asked her.

“It means being given a time-out, and having to sit inside,” she replied, quite innocently.

My husband and I smiled at each other, and I shook my head. My precious daughter has been so sheltered that she doesn’t even know what being spanked actually means. Can you imagine?