Tuesday, December 24, 2013

A Christmas Funny for my peeps...

In the spirit of the holidays, I was on the blog of the lovely Ms. Kristen Lamb earlier today and she asked the question, What's the best Christmas Present you've ever gotten or given? And I just had to tell this story...(Warning, do *not* drink while reading the following...just sayin'...)

I got stopped once – back when I worked a 7pm to 3am shift and was sooooo tired the poor cop thought I was drunk. (I was a little punch drunk mind you, but still safe enough to drive.)

Anyway, I proceeded to stumble a bit, shot my arm in the air and answered the cop’s question of “Have you had anything to drink?” with, “YES! But it was the Klingon’s….they MADE me do it!”

This of course required the standard sobriety test to follow – which continuing to play the part of the drunken, alien diplomat – I failed in gloriously horrible fashion – doing things like, “Walk a straight line, heel to toe…” where I would pretend to stumble (not really cause I’m a natural klutz anyway!) and shout…”THERE IT GOES…” and “Say your ABC’s backwards…” To which I answered in some randomly made up and very ALIEN sounding language and the “Lean your head back, close your eyes and touch the tips of your fingers to your nose…” brought about a rockin’ rendition of a horribly belted out Klingon Opera whilst randomly poking myself in the eye!

Needless to say, the poor cop eventually gave me the Breathalyzer, which I passed of course (I truly had not had a drop!). When he finally broke down, frowning at the poor machine (He made me take it four times mind you b/c he thought it was busted) I leaned back against my car and told him in a perfectly calm tone, “Merry Christmas Sir. You looked like you could use a bit of levity on this day.”

At which point he fell over laughing…

When he could speak again, he just shook his head and said, “That, by far, was the strangest traffic stop/possible DUI I’ve ever had, but thank you. And Merry Christmas to you too.”

Now, as I have no friends and no family – and didn’t back then either – this was by far the best present I’ve ever given or gotten.

Best part…I still have the video! (Somewhere mind you, I have moved over the years, but it was all caught on his dash cam. And yes, for the remaining two years I lived in the area, every time I passed a cop, be they city or county, they smiled and waved, telling me they too, had seen...the video!)

The point being, during this time of year, remember it's not necessarily that you give a gaily wrapped gift of paper, ribbons and bows, but the fact that you give a gift of laughter and joy to someone who might just need it...

And I'd love to hear the best present you've ever gotten, given or got this year! Feel free to comment below with your answer and your email and I might just draw a name for a copy of I Saw Momma Shoot Santa Claus sometime later on tonight...you never know!

Happy Holidays everyone. May yours be filled with good food, fun laughter, Peace and Joy!

Until next time,

Margaret Taylor

Monday, December 23, 2013

Last Minute Christmas Sale

So, because I just love you all...

I've put I Saw Momma Shoot Santa Claus on sale for the next couple of days.

If you haven't grabbed a copy yet of this funny, romantic take on the Mythos of Santa, now's as good at time as any, right?


So, grab it while it's hot ladies and gents!

Feel free to share and if you like it, please consider writing a review! I love hearing from you!

Slade McKinney does not believe in Santa Claus. She never has. Calling the worst places in the Chicago foster care system home just doesn’t inspire belief in a jolly fat man who grants wishes and creates miracles. So, when she discovers Santa Claus in her living room on Christmas Eve, she reacts just as if she were still a Chicago police detective …

Chris St. Nick has watched the horrors unfold in Slade’s life until he could no longer sit by. As a child he saved her from a horrible home. Slade carries a heavier burden into adulthood and Chris breaks protocol for the first time in order to ease her suffering again. Will his sacrifice truly help and can she appreciate the gifts he leaves behind?

Slade can’t understand a life without suffering and loss. Chris has never had to sacrifice anything. He wants to heal her pain but can Slade give in to the longings of her heart and find hope for the first time? Will Chris’ optimism be enough to overcome the years of pain she’s endured? Or is Slade cursed by a generation’s old tradition that has nothing to do with Chris but everything to do with the man he is...
Thanks, as always for stopping by.
May your Holiday be filled with good food, fun family, Peace and Joy!
Until next time.
Margaret Taylor