Tuesday, November 30, 2010

My first try at CVS

I am new to major couponing and the whole stacking and extra bucks and catalinas and all that stuff, so  today I made my first trip to CVS determined to use eb's and see how I would do.

The main thing I was after was the Dawn dish detergent... it was on sale for .88 and I had a .25 coupon.  I actually had 4 of them!  So I go and grab my Dawn, but they only had 2 bottles, no biggie.... then I went to pick up my son's perscription, while I was waiting, I dove into the sales flyer a bit more.  I saw a couple more deals that I had coupons for, and took the plunge.  One was a infusiom23 product... it was on sale for 5.99, and you get 2.00 EB for it.. well, I happened to have a 2.00 coupon!

All in all once I used my coupons, I came home with:
4 bottles of Pantene shampoo/conditioner
1 bottle infusiom23 leave in conditioner
2 bottles Dawn dish detergent
14 count of generic prilosec and my son's prescription.... grand total?

I am SO proud of myself!  

I'm going back tomorrow for the other Dawn, they were supposed to get a shipment in tonight

Monday, November 29, 2010

And.... the winner is......

The winner of the Fiber One breakfast pack is:

According to Random comment number 6!  That means, eclairre come on down!  You've won the breakfast pack giveaway with this comment:  

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A Path Less Traveled by Cathy Bryant

 My review of the book will be coming sometime this week, with the holidays I haven't had time to write it!

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between!  Enjoy your free peek into the book!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!

Today's Wild Card author is:

and the book:

WordVessel Press (October 18, 2010)
***Special thanks to Cathy Bryant for sending me a review copy.***


A Texas gal since birth, Cathy Bryant continues the Mayberry RFD--only Texas Style!--stories with Book 2 in the Miller's Creek series, A Path Less Traveled. Her debut novel Texas Roads was a 2009 ACFW Genesis finalist. Cathy lives in a century-old Texas farmhouse with her husband of almost 30 years and a phobia-ridden cat.

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Product Details:

List Price: $12.99
Paperback: 312 pages
Publisher: WordVessel Press (October 18, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0984431128
ISBN-13: 978-0984431120


Chapter One ~ Tolling Bells

        In spite of the thousands of winking lights surrounding Trish James, a wedding somehow lost its luster in the wake of death. She nudged her shucked shoes out of the way with her big toe and adjusted the tulle on the wedding arch, the soft netlike fabric billowing beneath her fingertips as she encased the twinkle lights. The church sanctuary, with its white pews, stained-glass windows, and smoky blue carpet, served as the perfect backdrop to her design.

         “This wedding must be hard on you after Doc’s death.” Dani spoke the words as if uncertain she should speak at all.

        The ache in Trish’s heart started afresh, a wound that never healed, but she pushed it aside with practiced expertise. This wedding wasn’t about her. “I’m fine. It’s not everyday my brother marries the most wonderful woman in the world.” She forced a bright smile. “I’ve never seen Steve so happy.”

        Her sister-in-law-to-be didn’t return the smile. Instead the area above her clear blue eyes creased. “You sure you’re okay?”

        “Yep.” Trish snipped the word and bent low to snag a sprig of silk ivy, then inserted it in the proper place and blinked away tears. In truth, it would be great to have someone to share her concerns with, but within boundaries—not right before the wedding, not with anyone who lived in Miller’s Creek, and definitely not with family members. The last thing she wanted was for them to feel like they had to come to her rescue.

        She’d told Delaine some of the situation, but her best friend since high school now lived the fast-paced, Austin lifestyle, their conversations limited to when Delaine didn’t have something else on her agenda.

        “I can’t imagine how difficult it is to be both mother and father to Little Bo.” Dani lowered her head, blonde ringlets framing her face. “And then trying to start a business on top of everything else.”

        Oh, no. She wasn’t going there. Trish clenched her teeth. Steve had already given her this lecture. With his best brotherly concern, he’d told her she didn’t have to be Superwoman. Yeah, right. Try telling that to her empty checkbook and refrigerator. She glanced at Dani, who sat atop the piano railing swinging her legs. “Are you ready for the big day tomorrow?”

        A happy glow wreathed her friend’s face. “And the day after, and the day after that. I think I’ve been getting ready to marry Steve my entire life.”

        “I’m happy for you both.” Though it hurt to speak the words, she meant it. It wasn’t their fault her life was in the doldrums.

        Dani sprang from her perch and trotted down the steps to view the stage. “You have such a gift, Trish. Everything looks magical.”

        Trish gazed at the curly willow branches she’d ordered and spray-painted white, now wrapped with tiny sparks of light. The fairy tale forest blanketed the stage and meandered down the side aisles in an aura of enchantment. Once the ribbons and flowers were placed, and candles inserted into globes and nestled among the boughs, her vision would be complete. “I hope it’s what you wanted.”

        “It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined.” Dani hurried over and draped an arm across her shoulder. “Once everyone in Miller’s Creek see this, you’re gonna get loads of business.”

        A heavy sigh whooshed from her before she could contain it. “From your lips to my bank account.”

        Dani’s eyes clouded. “I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it and get it over with. Are you okay? I mean…do you need to borrow money or something?”

        No. Yes. Yes. She wasn’t okay. She needed money. She needed…something. “I’m fine.” The lie popped out as she stepped to the box perched on the piano bench. With care she lifted two delicate cracked-glass globes and moved to the candle stands. The words “I’m fine” were her constant mantra these days, like saying them made everything all right. Who was she kidding?

        She closed her eyes and reopened them with a slow blink, weary of pretending. But what choice did she have? Her brother’s wedding wasn’t the time or place to air her personal problems. Besides, she was thirty-two years old, more than old enough to handle life on her own. A glance at her wristwatch sent her pulse on a stampede. Still so much to do to make the decorations perfect. God, please let this bring me business.

        Dani plopped back onto the railing. “Is Little Bo doing better?”

        How could he be? “Sure, if you don’t count the nightmares and barely letting me out of his sight.” She omitted the fact that he was a hairsbreadth away from flunking kindergarten unless she could help him catch up before the school year ended.

        “So the psychologist is helping?”

        Before Trish could respond, the double white doors at the rear of the church burst open. Incessant rain poured from the April sky and silhouetted the form of a man. Dani let out a squeal. “Andy!”

        The petite blonde flew down the steps toward a man who looked vaguely familiar. He wore a lightweight suit with a loosened necktie, and had an easy-going smile that brightened the room. “Hey, how’s the bride?”

        Dani looked up at him, her face radiant. “Never better.”

        “Yeah, I can see that.”

        She tugged his arm. “Come here. I want you to meet someone.”

        His loose-limbed gait gave the impression of someone always relaxed, like he’d just returned from a vacation at the beach.

        “This is Andy Tyler, my friend from Dallas. Andy, this is Steve’s sister.”

        Sea-green eyes sparkled. “Well, does Steve’s sister have a name?” He jogged up the steps and held out a hand, his smile still bright.

        Trish laughed and took his hand. “I’m Trish James. Nice to meet you.”

        Dani’s face took on a crimson hue. “Sorry. Guess my mind is elsewhere.”

        Andy’s gaze rested on her bare feet. “Glad to know you have a name. What about shoes?”

        She couldn’t help but smile. “I have them, but kicked them off hours ago.”

        The hall door squeaked behind them, and Mama Beth, Dani’s mother and the mother figure of all of Miller’s Creek, bustled into the room. Along with her came the smell of fresh baked bread wafting from the fellowship hall. Trish could almost taste the melt-in-your mouth rolls. Maybe she could sneak a few leftovers for her and Bo to nibble on next week.

        “My goodness, Trish, if this isn’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” Mama Beth hugged Andy’s neck. “Hi, Andy.”

        A tender gleam lit his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the older woman’s shoulders and kissed her cheek. “Hi, sweet lady.” He turned raised eyebrows to Trish. “You did all this?”

        She ducked her head, and pushed a silky strand of hair behind one ear.

        “All of it.” gushed Dani. “And wait until you see the fellowship hall.”

        “Speaking of fellowship hall, I could sure use your help in the kitchen.” Mama Beth’s voice took on a commanding tone as she scuttled to the door. “We’ve got enough work to do for this rehearsal dinner to keep an entire army busy.”

        Dani looked torn. “But I can’t leave Trish down here to do all this by herself.”

        Trish wrestled the wieldy greenery in place, longing to comment that she didn’t need help. It would suit her just fine if they’d all go away and leave her alone.

        Andy rested his hands on his hips in mock protest, his tan jacket pulled back. “What am I? Pork belly? I’ll help Trish. You go help Mama Beth.” He held up a hand. “Trust me when I say I’ll be more help here than in the kitchen.”

        “Good point. I’ve had your cooking.” Dani grinned and rushed after Mama Beth. “Y’all know where to find us if you need help.”

        Andy chuckled and shed his jacket, then laid it across the front pew and turned her way. “What can I do to help?”

        Trish mentally checked her to-do list. “I was actually waiting for someone with more muscles than me to come around. There’s a box full of candles I need brought in from my Suburban.” She pointed toward the side door. “It’s out there and it’s unlocked.”

        He gave a mock salute that bounced his sandy curls. “Yes ma’am.” Andy’s stocky frame loped down the steps and disappeared through the doorway.

        Her eyebrows rose as she made her way to the pile of greenery on the front pew. Dani’s friend was more handsome than she remembered. Trish burrowed through the tangled mess, remembering the promise she’d made Dani to help Andy feel welcome. As if she needed a man to take care of along with her other responsibilities.

        The door slammed, Andy’s eyes and forehead barely visible above the box he white-knuckled. She ran to him. “Let me help. I know that’s heavy. I loaded it this morning.”

        “Nah, I got it.” The words wheezed out. “You loaded this by yourself?”

        She ignored the question and pointed to the stage. “Can you bring it up the steps?”

        He shot her a ‘you’ve-got-to-be-kidding’ glare then labored up the steps, his face red, his breath coming in agonized spurts. As he reached the last step, the toe of his leather loafer snagged the extension cord snaking along the edge of the stage.

        Trish tried to speak, but her words congregated behind locked lips. Andy stumbled, and the box flew from his arms, the candles launching like small missiles. He hit the floor with a thud, the box crash-landing at the base of the first tree.

        In slow motion, like carefully-placed dominos, the trees rippled to the floor in a sickening staccato of crashes and breaking glass. As if to punctuate the effect, the white metal archway in the center leaned forward with a creak as it teetered, then toppled forward with a bang.

        Her mouth hinged open, and her hands flew to her cheeks. All her hard work…ruined. In shock, it took a moment to realize Andy still lay face down on the carpet. “Are you all right?”

        He pushed himself up on all fours and surveyed the devastation.

        Assured he was okay, she slung herself down to the top step. The scene replayed in her mind. A giggle gurgled out then burst forth in an almost-maniacal laugh.

        Andy chuckled and crawled to sit beside her.

        Without warning, her laughter turned to sobs. She covered her face with trembling hands, rage surging at yet another unexpected crying jag. Now she’d never be ready on time. No one would be impressed. No one would want her services. No business. No money.

        “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Andy slid a hand down her arm. “I’ll fix it, Trish, I promise. I’m so sorry.”

        Trish fisted her hands, then straightened her spine and swatted at the tears on her cheeks. “Will you please stop apologizing?” There was no controlling her snappish tone. “For Pete’s sake, it was an accident. I’m not gonna sue.” She clamped her lips, rose to her feet, and waded through the ruins. Fingers at rest against her lips, she knelt to retrieve shattered slivers of glass from the broken globes. These weren’t even paid for.

        Andy stooped beside her, his eyes boring a hole into her skull. “Here, let me get that. You start putting things back where you want them.”

        Trish could only nod at his softly-spoken words, a knot wedged in her windpipe. She lifted a tree into position, the light strands dripping from the branches like a child had thrown them in place. So far her determination to prove herself capable had been met with nothing but industrial-strength resistance.

* * *

        It’s all your fault. The familiar words in Andy’s head relentlessly accused, ushering forth memories and ghosts from the past. Trish obviously spent hours on the wedding decorations, and he’d managed to undo her work with one false step. He forced the finger-pointing voice to the back of his mind and attempted to burn off the chill that now hung in the room. “You live here in Miller’s Creek?”

        “Yes.” Her answer sounded pinched. “My son and I live here. At least for now.” She didn’t look at him while she maneuvered the lights back on the branches with agile fingers.

        Son? Now he remembered. Dani had mentioned something about Steve’s sister losing her husband in a freak accident. A cow kick, or was it a horse? And how long ago? “You’re leaving town?”

        “I don’t want to, but we don’t always get what we want, do we?”

        True, but sometimes what you thought you wanted wasn’t what you needed. Andy rose, his hands cupped to contain the glass shards. “No, we don’t. You have a trash can?”

        Trish’s tawny eyes looked his way. She grabbed an empty box and hurried to him. “Here.” She glanced around the stage, her face gloomy, her shoulders slumped. “Are they all broken?”

        “Don’t know.” He dumped the pieces in the box, where they pinged against each other. “Is there some place I can buy replacements?”

        She rubbed one arm and shook her head. “No. I had them shipped in. I’ll drive to Morganville tonight after the rehearsal to see if I can find something that’ll work.”

        The sadness on her face made his breath stick in his throat. He’d been in Miller’s Creek less than an hour and had already goofed things up. “I’ll go with you and pay for them since it’s my fault.”

        Trish’s shoulders rose then fell. “It’s no one’s fault. It’s just something that happened.” She returned to the branches and hoisted another one back into position.

        Just something that happened. A shaft of light streamed through the stained glass windows and rested on her, and she slumped over like she couldn’t bear the weight of the world any longer. Was she remembering the accident? He removed a pack of peppermint gum from his shirt pocket and popped a piece in his mouth. Her problems made the mess with Sheila seem trivial. What could he do to make things better?

        “Dani told me you’re engaged. When’s the big day?” Trish strung lights along a tree branch. Perfectly.

        He shifted his weight to the other leg then squatted to pluck glass from the carpet. “Uh, we’re not…I mean…well, it’s over between us.”

        She raised her head, and her brown hair shimmered under the light. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

        “Don’t be.” He stood. “It’s for the best.”

        “How so?”

        Andy let out a half-laugh. “Turns out she still had a thing for her ex-boyfriend.” Thank the Lord he’d found out in time. A wife would be wonderful, but not the wrong wife.

        For a moment she didn’t speak, but her face took on a knowing look. “That must’ve been painful.”

        He nodded, his lips pressed together. “It was hard, but God can bring good from hurt.”

        Trish stared at him like she was trying to get a read on him then turned back to the lights. “So neither one of us are really in the mood to celebrate. Especially a wedding.” Her face matched her cynical tone.

        Out in the hallway, muffled voices grew closer. The hall door swung open, and the smell of Mama Beth’s home-cooking watered his mouth. A little boy that looked like Trish raced toward them, then stopped, his dark eyes round. “Whoa! What happened here?”

        Dani and Mama Beth followed, their mouths ajar. After them came Steve Miller, the mayor of Miller’s Creek, and Dani’s soon-to-be husband.

        “It’s all right. Don’t worry.” Trish rushed to the two women and laid a hand on each of their arms. “It’s nothing that can’t be fixed, I promise. We just had a little accident.”

        Andy watched through narrowed eyes. Now she comforted the two women when just a few minutes before she’d been in tears. A good way to get a severe case of whiplash.

        Steve sauntered toward him, his boots scuffing against the carpet, a friendly grin on his face.

        He shook Steve’s hand. “How you doing, Mayor?”

        The other man’s grin expanded as he tucked his fingers in jeans that looked new. “I’ll be doing a lot better in a couple of days.” Lightning fast, Steve untucked one hand and grabbed the boy’s arm as he streaked by. “Hold on, tiger. I don’t think you have any business up there. Have you met Aunt Dani’s friend?”

        The boy skewed his lips in a thoughtful pose and shook his head.

        “This is my nephew, Bo.”

        Andy stretched out a palm. “Give me five, buddy.”

        Bo reared back and delivered a hearty slap.

        “Ouch!” Andy pretended to shake off the sting. “Man, I’ll bet you can throw a baseball really far with that kind of muscle power.”

        The boy nodded, his face creased with a grin. “Yep, but I can’t catch so good.”

        “Well,” corrected Trish, as she came to stand with them. “You can’t catch well.”

        Andy assumed a catcher’s position beside him. The little guy had to be missing his daddy. Maybe he could help. “I used to be a catcher, so I can give you some pointers later. Would you like that?”

        Bo’s eyes lit. “Yeah.”

        “Yes sir.” Trish’s tone held a warning.

        “I mean, yes sir.” He looked toward his Mama. “Is it okay if we play catch, Mom?”

        She sent Andy a tight-lipped smile, her expression cloaked with reserve, but when she turned toward her son her face softened, and she tousled his hair. “Of course, but it might be tomorrow since Mr. Tyler’s already promised to help me clean up this mess.”        “Almost looks like a tornado touched down in here.” Steve rocked back on his heels and jangled the coins in his pocket.

        “A tornado named Andy.” Trish gave a play-by-play account.

        Steve laughed, but Mama Beth and Dani still fussed about like a couple of hens. “That’s one way to get out of carrying more boxes.” Steve winked. “I’ll have to remember that move.”

        “Hey, look at me!” Little Bo perched on the piano railing, one foot in front of the other, his arms out to balance. Andy’s heart moved to his throat. One wrong step would hurdle him toward the carpet, still full of glass.

        All of them raced for the railing, but Andy arrived first. He grabbed him by the waist and slung him over one shoulder, amused at Bo’s contagious belly laugh. “Come here, buddy, before you fall and hurt that amazing pitching arm.”

        Trish joined them, eyes wide with panic, her face white and strained. She gripped Little Bo’s arms. “How many times do I have to tell you not to pull stunts like that?” Her voice shook as she bent down, her face inches from his.

        The boy said nothing, his lips stuck out in a pout.

        Steve laid a hand on her shoulder. “Sis.”

        Volumes passed between the brother and sister before Little Bo bolted for the door. Trish raced after him, her dark eyes full of hurt.

        Both men faced the door, an awkward silence between them. Steve cleared his throat and turned, his eyes fixed on the floor. “Sorry about that. Trish is…uh…going through a rough time.”

        Andy nodded. An understatement if he’d ever heard one. Based on what he’d seen, he was pretty sure not even Steve knew exactly how rough.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

My First Giveaway!

I know that I am the only one who has ever went searching for something to eat, grabbed whatever was easiest, say... a bag of nacho cheese chips... and 10 minutes later found themselves licking cheesey fingers and wondering what happened to that bag of chips.   Was my hunger satisfied?  Eh.  More like sedated for a while.  But not really satisfied.  After all, those chips aren't filling, won't stay with you for any length of time at all.  So why exactly did I eat them?

I was hungry, and they were quick, but not filling.  So I should have went for something more, but nope, I didn't. So, when BlogSpark sent me the opportunity to do a review for Fiber One, I jumped at the chance!  Fiber One sent me this really kewl set, a box of Fiber One cereal, a food scale, this really neat bowl, a couple of note pads and a nice steel water bottle.  Just a note about the kewl bowl, it has a freezable , removable ring that comes in it that you can put in the freezer to use to take cold stuff with you!  It also has a smaller bowl inside that sits in the ring, that you could put, oh, say cereal in and fill the bigger bowl with milk and take your cereal and milk to work with you!  And the top, well it has a pop out spoon on it!  Perfect for taking a bowl of cereal along as a snack!  Or maybe some fruit and yogurt!

I have to admit, I am a sugary, sweet, fluff filled cereal kind of girl.  I will go for the biggest box with the kewlest prize in a heartbeat!  So I was hesitant about trying Fiber One.  The preconceived notion that it was an old lady cereal... you know all full of fiber and stuff to keep the plumbing flowing, was predominant in my mind when I poured the first bowl.  But I figured I signed up for it, to give my health a boost, and I was gonna take the plunge and jump right in.

I was definitely surprised! I opened the box to find there were actually two individually packaged bags, I'm assuming to keep them fresh.  I took a deep sniff, and thought they smelled like a familiar cereal I fed my kids when they were small.  So I took a couple pieces and popped them in my mouth DRY even!  I was shocked!   I actually liked this cereal!  With a nice crunch that I depend on to wake me up of a morning,  I was amazed, this "old lady" cereal had a sweet, nutty flavor that hits the right spot!  Next on the agenda was a nice bowl of milk.  The cereal held up well in milk, keeping its crunch and the sweetness was perfect!  I will definitely be buying this cereal again!

Now for the good stuff,

  • One serving of Fiber One Original cereal provides more than half (57%) of the Daily Value of fiber.

  • Fiber One Original cereal is a tasty way to start your morning on the right track with 0 grams of sugar, 14 grams of fiber, 60 calories and 1 gram of fat per serving.

To top off all this greatness, Fiber One is giving one of my readers a chance to win the very same package they gave me!  Check out the picture above for the contents!  Now, how can you win this fantastic prize pack?  EASY.....


Follow me on Google friend connect, and leave a comment telling me about a diet craze that left you hungry!  BOTH thing have to happen for this entry to count!  You need to do this by November 28, 2010 at noon EST.  I will announce the winner on November 29, 2010.  Please leave an email, or some way to contact you with your comment!  Winner will have 72 hours to respond !

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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Welcome Welcome Welcome!

I hope you like the new duds, I have worked hard to get the right ones for me. In the very near future like, this weekend, I will begin posting some giveaways, and product reviews, as well as book reviews and giveaways!  So make sure and hit the Follow button over there, and keep coming back for more!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Experience his touch

We are privileged enough to have a guest blogger with us today.  She is Author Debbie Sutton Covington, in promotion of her new release If I...I will. I was contacted a few weeks ago about reviewing If I... I will, and jumped at the chance when I saw the topic of the book.  I've always thought the woman with the blood issue was  kind of ignored for themost part when folks talk about

Experience His Touch
My devotional reading was about genealogy today and I felt lead to think and write about Jesus. I want you to imagine the feelings of people that experienced the touch of Jesus. The blind man Jesus healed; when he was able to see the first time looking between Jesus’s fingers he would have seen love and compassion flowing from Jesus’s face into him. Imagine the woman with the issue of suffering when He likely helped her to her feet as she felt totally loved by this wonderful Jesus! Think about these people Jesus healed and the first night they went to sleep thinking about the amazing touch of Jesus.

What about the times that Jesus gazed into people's eyes? Don't you know He caught the eye of Mary when she anointed Him with love, thanks and quiet understanding? Or at the cross gazing down to His mother's eyes and the love that flowed without a word?

The laughter of Jesus. You know He laughed with the children and He always wanted the children to come to Him. He laughed, He played, and He spent time showing love and acceptance to a group that were not acknowledged much during this time.

Today, it is my prayer that you will ask Jesus for more. More of Him in your everyday, ordinary life! Experience His loving touch, experience his gaze of understanding, the laughter at a shared funny moment. We are given this gift right now; we don't have to wait until we are in heaven. Jesus wants it now and so do you! Reach for Him and share the touch flowing with amazing love!

Sweet Blessings,


Debbie Sutton Covington writes and speaks on women in the church. She is also the founder of Journey of Sisters, a ministry that encourages women in their walk in faith through weekly devotionals, monthly newsletters, and fellowship opportunities. Debbie and her husband Kenny and their dogs live in Shreveport, Louisiana.

If I…I will: simple words, but do we ever move past the “ifs” in our lives? Do we know in our hearts and minds that God indeed will help us to achieve our dreams and goals? If I…I Will is an insightful look at the healing of the suffering woman in Mark 5 whom Jesus healed. And just like that suffering woman, we must step past our suffering, the words we may hear, our own thoughts, and the crowds around us to reach for Jesus. What if we reach Jesus? Will He change our lives forever? Will He heal us? Yes, indeed! Maybe Jesus won’t follow the way we envision the healing or the change to happen, but faith in Jesus will forever change us. So, step out and reach for Jesus’ hand, and begin the adventure of a lifetime.

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If I…I Will Virtual Book Tour
November 1 – November 5, 2010
Coordinated by Rachel Randolph at RedCouch PR

November 1
A Room Without Books Is Empty
Latte With Me
Nikole Hahn’s Journal
Of Sound Mind Spirit

November 2
Nikole Hahn’s Journal

November 3
What You Reading Now?
All Grown Up?
Hope & Despair Mingled Together

November 4
A New Kind of Normal

November 5
Life in Review
Mel’s World
Book Reviews by Molly
Double the Blessings