tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post115617171903655032..comments2024-03-17T02:20:03.772-05:00Comments on Riding With The Top Down: Response to StressKathleen Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13561028604927993773noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156264163453434302006-08-22T11:29:00.000-05:002006-08-22T11:29:00.000-05:00Betina, I've done a review of your new book "Book ...Betina, I've done a review of your new book "Book of True Desires" for The Romance Reader's Connection website but can't locate an e-mail address for you anywhere so I can send it to you. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and think you'll appreciate the review. Could you please e-mail me at jenharden12498@yahoo.com and I'll be glad to send it to you?<BR/><BR/>Thanks!TatrDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04230974934088350151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156246754200261542006-08-22T06:39:00.000-05:002006-08-22T06:39:00.000-05:00Melissa, you have good company at the table. I lov...Melissa, you have good company at the table. I love chocolate, but I'm having to watch my sugar intake. So I found that 85% Lindt chocolate that is low in sugar and WOW. One square of that dark, slightly bitter stuff with a cup of coffee and I'm in HEAVEN! Talk about chocolate taste! But of course, you have to love the bittersweet chocolate taste. And-- hey, according to the label it even has FIBER!!!<BR/><BR/>God is good.Betina Krahnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11379124690406269848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156223663361424522006-08-22T00:14:00.000-05:002006-08-22T00:14:00.000-05:00Too funny, Betina!As for stress, I can't sleep, wh...Too funny, Betina!<BR/><BR/>As for stress, I can't sleep, which just adds to the stress. And then when I can't keep going I simply fall apart usually at the moment that whatever was stressing me out is about to or already happening.<BR/><BR/>And I also eat. Whatever I can find that has chocolate as an ingredient.Melissa McClonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16715664439441831529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156207324575141152006-08-21T19:42:00.000-05:002006-08-21T19:42:00.000-05:00I love the Mona Lisa shot! Hey...Italy...wouldn't...I love the Mona Lisa shot! Hey...Italy...wouldn't that be a cool place for a girls' week out? We could do some serious shopping in Florence. Can't you see us tooling through Tuscany with the top down? That settles it. Pizza tonight.Kathleen Eaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13561028604927993773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156199904890642202006-08-21T17:38:00.000-05:002006-08-21T17:38:00.000-05:00Thanks, Anne. These guys do this for a living. C...Thanks, Anne. These guys do this for a living. Can you imagine the entry on a resume? "Faux Mona Lisa" duties: wore picture frame and make-up outside the Uffizi Gallery and flirted with strangers and posed for photos.<BR/><BR/>Can't say it wasn't fun!Betina Krahnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11379124690406269848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156195504516667472006-08-21T16:25:00.000-05:002006-08-21T16:25:00.000-05:00betina,i'll have to try the faces of eve thing. :...betina,<BR/>i'll have to try the faces of eve thing. :)<BR/><BR/>oh, BTW, those photos of you are adorable!!!anne frasierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13044828332429421657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156186846414440672006-08-21T14:00:00.000-05:002006-08-21T14:00:00.000-05:00Ewwwww, Anne. Baby animals? Can't you just tell ...Ewwwww, Anne. Baby animals? Can't you just tell them you're preggers and the smell of cooked meat makes you queazy. heh, heh. I know it's underhanded, but a girl has an obligation to protect her stomach. <BR/><BR/>And as for the talking thing. . . ditto here. That probably accounts for the many voices I harbor.<BR/>Ooooo and eating. Can't forget the sweets and salties. Coffee, too. And tea. And soda. I'm a devoted drinker. . .Betina Krahnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11379124690406269848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156180895004689262006-08-21T12:21:00.000-05:002006-08-21T12:21:00.000-05:00concerning editors, publishers, conferences...i do...concerning editors, publishers, conferences...<BR/><BR/>i don't like to speak in front of people. i often get migraines beforehand. once i passed out in the bathroom and cracked my chin open before a speaking engagement. <BR/><BR/>it's almost impossible to EAT when being wined and dined by publishers. i have that coming up in sept and am now wondering why in the hell i said i'd go. looks like were going to some fancy-schmancy joint that serves baby animals and stuff i've never heard of and will probably give me a severe case of stomach cramps in indigestion. oops. i spelled craps. well, that too. can i just order a bowl of cereal or a scone?anne frasierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13044828332429421657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156180111954207832006-08-21T12:08:00.000-05:002006-08-21T12:08:00.000-05:00both my kids have told me on numerous occasions th...both my kids have told me on numerous occasions that living/hanging out with me is like living with woody allen. when i get stressed, my mouth starts going and doesn't stop. out pours everything that could possibly go wrong in any given situation. when i'm done with everything that could possibly go wrong, i start over and enhance it because i didn't get a big enough reaction the first time.anne frasierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13044828332429421657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156179814520293612006-08-21T12:03:00.000-05:002006-08-21T12:03:00.000-05:00Darn, Betina, I thought you'd come up with a solut...Darn, Betina, I thought you'd come up with a solution for my family with that witting thing.Helen Brennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680081195181747377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156175642089617372006-08-21T10:54:00.000-05:002006-08-21T10:54:00.000-05:00Sorry. We don't "wit" close to the front, we SIT c...Sorry. We don't "wit" close to the front, we SIT close to the front. Sheesh.Betina Krahnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11379124690406269848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156175540244508402006-08-21T10:52:00.000-05:002006-08-21T10:52:00.000-05:00Teeth grinding-- I do that sometimes, too-- and no...Teeth grinding-- I do that sometimes, too-- and not always in my sleep! Helen, I'm a loud laugher, too. The family hates taking me to an animated movie-- they "duck and cover" as I laugh my head off and people turn to glare. We've taken to witting close to the front of the theater so we don't have to see them staring.<BR/><BR/>Gulping air? Now, that's a new one. Leave it to you, Kathy, to come up with something totally unique! And I loved your "Florence" story! LOL! So you know what the "forced march" tour thing is like! got any pics? I bet they're a hoot!Betina Krahnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11379124690406269848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156174929392511112006-08-21T10:42:00.000-05:002006-08-21T10:42:00.000-05:00Wow! Are we letting it all out today or what? (H...Wow! Are we letting it all out today or what? (Helen, stand over there, please.) Must be Monday Monday. (Can't trust that day...)<BR/><BR/>Hey, I'm a nail-biter from way back. I have a nightguard for the teeth grinding. My dad was a teeth grinder, and you could hear it all the way across the house, but I guess mine is the quiet kind. I didn't know I was doing it until the dentist pointed it out to me. <BR/><BR/>Years back I had a bout with some sort of gulping air syndrome, which I didn't know I was doing at the computer, but by the end of the day I was bloated with swallowed air. It took a doctor to figure that one out. Then there's the eating, snappishness, etc. When you're under dealine you tend to put off the exercise, which really helps most of this.<BR/><BR/>I did the 15-countries-in-3-weeks tour many years back with 20 ND teachers and my mother. She enjoyed telling stories on me afterward. I'm a marcher. I'm determined to see as much in one day as inhumanly possible, and Mama just wanted to enjoy the ambiance. Well, you know how much there is to see in Florence. And it was hot. And I'm on the march. Mama's grumbling, and I finally turn and shout at her many paces behind me on the trail: "Mother! You are trying my patience." Much-quoted forever after. <BR/><BR/>Ah, but what a blessing we took that trip when we did...Kathleen Eaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13561028604927993773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27662400.post-1156173388204125152006-08-21T10:16:00.000-05:002006-08-21T10:16:00.000-05:00Wow, Betina, Aniteb, Maribele, Loletta, Mme Fifi ....Wow, Betina, Aniteb, Maribele, Loletta, Mme Fifi ... you're killing me here. LOL! I'd suggest therapy, but where's the fun in that?<BR/><BR/>Love the pics. Really wish I had your sense of humor when dealing with stress. But I don't. Never will.<BR/><BR/>I grind my teeth in my sleep. I cry, get angry at the drop of a hat. I blush. I laugh a little too loudly. (But then that happens even when I'm not stressed, so not sure that counts.) I have noticed lately that my stomach can get a bit queasy. Sometimes I get gas. How's that for an admission?Helen Brennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680081195181747377noreply@blogger.com