Monday, October 24, 2011

MOVING TO MY WEB PAGE

I heard a marketing guy speak last week and he said I should have my blog with my webpage. So, I'm moving my blog posts to my site. Please find it at anneverett.weebly.com

Friday, September 23, 2011

My momma always said

A man will spend thousands of dollars for the best bull he can find to breed his cows, but he'll let his daughter marry the sorriest man in town!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Look What People are Saying About my Book

I checked my Amazon listing today and found these three reviews for my book. I am so excited someone likes it!! Smashwords also has three reviews.
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5.0 out of 5 stars I bought it twice, September 13, 2011
I love this book so much I bought it twice just so I could have it on my Kindle. It's a slice of small town Texas that's fast disappearing. Tizzy and her gang serve up a mystery stew, with a side dish of spookie and topped off with a big helping of desert sex. I recommend it to anyone who needs to escape for a while.


5.0 out of 5 stars One of the Best Books I've Read This Year, September 4, 2011
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Ann Everett definitely knows how to write! So many of the books I've read lately take off in a million different directions and leave too many threads hanging. Everett knows how to create quirky characters you root for and follow their storylines through to a satisfying end. I can't wait for her next novel and plan to follow her recipe to whip up the famous pie mentioned in the book to enjoy while I await the sequel.


5.0 out of 5 stars Couldn't put it down!, August 27, 2011
Laid Out and Candle Lit is a fresh breath of east Texas air, laced with the heady aroma coming from Sweet Thangs Bakery. No one is a stranger in small town Brownsboro. Not for long, anyway. And there are no secrets. Or, so everyone seems to think. But when Tizzy finds Marlene's body in the cemetary, it takes a good-looking Texas Ranger to find out who did the dirty deed. His investigation uncovers all kinds of things that will curl your hair. And, as if things aren't complicated enough, he falls for Tizzy, in spite of the fact she's one of his suspects. I really enjoyed it and can't wait for the sequel.


 


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Saturday, September 10, 2011

Remember?

Remember when a refrigerator was an ice box...the hair salon was a beauty shop...a sofa was a couch...and men and women could tease and flirt with each other and nobody filed a sexual harassment suit? I think it was back in the sixties.

Well, during that time, I worked at a drug store...now known as a pharmacy.  My boss hired a high school senior, (I'll call him John) to sweep and clean-up after he got out of school each day. He was a big flirt and loved teasing me. His favorite thing to do, was to walk up to me while I was with a customer, shove a dollar bill toward me, and say "This is for last night." It always got a laugh. Remember, we lived in a small town, so most everyone knew it was a joke.

A few weeks ago, I was in a small restaurant and who should come in, but John. I didn't recognize him. I'd not seen him in forty years. My sister pointed him out and asked if I knew who he was? When she told me, I recalled how he had tormented me. He was sitting alone, so I asked my husband for a dollar.

I went over to his table and placed my hand on his shoulder. When he looked up, I shoved the dollar toward him, and said "This is for last night."

Everyone turned their attention to us. John's mouth dropped open. I smiled and said, "Do you remember how you use to do that to me when we worked together?" He couldn't speak. I don't think he recognized me either, so I told him who I was. We all got a good laugh.

Now, looking back, I don't know if I should have been upset he embarrassed me in front of people...or the fact he only thought I'd be worth a dollar!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

From LAID OUT AND CANDLE LIT

Rayann says to Bubba: "I know you like big boobs, and I'm sorry I don't have any. It's my fault. When the Lord was passing out tits, I thought he said grits, and I said, I don't like 'em, so don't give me much!"
My momma always said: Time flies when you're making payments!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Difference of Opinion


                             
My granddaughter, Reagan, is in junior high this year and is taking literature for the first time. She brought this poem home yesterday and was telling me about what it meant. She stated it is about making the same mistakes over and over again and learning from them…but sometimes it takes a while for the lesson to be learned.
                                           (continued after poem)
                                
                                  Autobiography In Five Short Chapters
by Portia Nelson
I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place
but, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street.
 
While she explained her interpretation, nine-year-old Caleb read the poem.
When she was done, he said, “Crap, Reagan, this is just a poem about falling in hole.”