ITS THAT TIME AGAIN...FEED ME IM IRISH!

YOU KNOW IT!

ITS TIME FOR THE DREA TO RETURN TO THE ST PATTY'S DAY FESTIVITIES!

AND WHATS BETTER? NO CHAPERONS! well kinda no chaperons, i mean my in laws will be there making me slave over the hot grill, but they love me and they give me money to explore and try all the new fair foods. They call it "scouting the competition", I call it "my most favoritest job/time of the year"

I find myself humming the song from Charlotte's Web (the original) A FAIR IS A VERITABLE SMORGASBORD!

AHHH THE SIGHTS THE SMELLS THE SOUNDS THE SMELLS THE FOOD!
DEEP FRIED EVERYTHING!

and I DO MEAN EVERYTHING! from cheesecake and snickers, to pickles, bacon, dr.pepper and even BUTTER! WHY I'll BET SOMEONE COULD DEEP FRY AIR IF THEY THOUGHT ABOUT IT!

TURKEY LEGS, FUNNEL CAKES, DEEP FRIED TWINKIES AND KIT KATS!

LOOK OUT SHAMROCK TEXAS, YOUR BIGGEST FAN IS ON HER WAY!!!!!!!!

Think I am kidding about the eats, check out the link to the yahoo group below to see the first time Drea and Laura MET! yeah dude, on our first date i took her to a freaking st pats celebration!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I EVEN LET HER RIDE THE CREEPY RUSTY FAIR RIDES!

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drea_riley_and_laura_guevara/photos/album/288925/pic/list

ps watch this space for a hot exerpt from MY NEW BOOK WITH RAELYNN BLUE FOREVER IRISH OUT ST PATS DAY FROM WHISPERS!

ON DREA'S MIND THIS SUNDAY

HEY Y'ALL! Its Sunday and I (Drea) have had a helluva week! AND THIS SPRING FORWARD ISH IS KILLING ME. I WANT MY HOUR BACK!

First I had a bit of a disagreement with someone of no consequence. I am proud of myself for not being mean when I could have been. The whole thing coulda been taken to a whole new level. One that folks who know me personally expect me to go to. I have a tendency to break people down to their base/core with no remorse. I have no tolerance for put upon airs. I tend to go playground on people(and everyone knows those lil ankle biting rug rats are the most honest and cruelest beasts ever created). BUT I DIDN'T! I didn't go there, though I wanted to. And I will probably never do that again. IT HURT to hold it in. You know you really just should be able to let out an "oh yeah, f*ck you and ya issues" when you need to.

Which is why I was sick this week.(If you ask my doctor, I had an allergic reaction to the combination of antibiotics and allergy meds I was prescribed)

Me, I think A) doctors are tryna kill me, B) I caused the horrific natural disaster in Japan by going against my nature.

Speaking of Japan. Everyone Take a moment to send some good positive thoughts, energy and prayers that way. I've heard so much negative mouthing this week! Screw that, those people need us. If you haven't' done so, donate a lil sumpin sumpin, even if its just the amount of a pack of smokes or an extra venti caramel macchiato with Irish cream! And while you're at it, see if you can't find a way to still donate to our brothers and sisters in Haiti and New Orleans and The Mid-West! We tend to forget about those tragedies that have gone before, but I promise you, we all know someone who was affected. Either directly or indirectly. Reach out as if you are looking at yourself. You'd want someone to reach out for you.

ALSO, PETA...STOP REACHING OUT TO ME! I WILL HAVE ANOTHER BBQ IN YOUR NAME IF YOU DON'T STOP. AND I WILL BUY A VICK JERSEY TO WEAR TO IT! I am an animal lover, my pets are in my will and on my life insurance policy(what, we ain't got kids yet! *shrugs*). But my first concern is the value of a human life!

SOME GOOD STUFF HAS HAPPENED THIS WEEK TOO.

I got more pictures of my little love PJ. HE IS GROWING TOO FAST! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN! LOL. Y'all, he is so adorable and all boy. Hates bath time and likes to sleep!

I also got a new JOB! *yeah I know, now I have 12 lmao!*

Your looking at the new Office Director for a kick butt company that I can not disclose*yet*!

*I can however say that I am getting a new custom set of handcuffs*

So the question now is what to do soothe myself into a relaxed state of "oh yeah, this is the life"

Read a couple of things of course. I don't know about y'all but I am just in a mixed mood. So I am gonna go for a grab bag of stories. CHECK THE PHOTOS ABOVE. EACH ONE LINKS TO A BLURB BY LINK! YOU KNOW ITS GOOD IF I AM READING IT!

This is going to be a spectacular week. If you haven't signed up to catch the discussions over at the yahoo spot , you should definitely check it out.

Tomorrow is Sex Talk Monday with the ONE THE ONLY , THE QUEEN FREAK , LAURA GUEVARA! We've already covered toys and showers! You don't want to miss what's next!

And for a lot of people this is spring break! TALK ABOUT LUCK OF THE IRISH! WATCH THIS SPOT FOR NEW RELEASES AND SOME DREA ROAD TRIP MADNESS!

I'm off to eat something severely southern (grits with a hint of sugar some fat back bacon and some biscuits! GRIN!)

IN MY LIFE... I'll LOVE YOU MORE

This morning at 7:35 am my best friend gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. JD as his parents will call him, is the first child of two only children. He will be loved to freaking death. I however as auntie du jour will love him to life. As my hubs and I do not yet have children, much to the displeasure of the new parents(my bestie wants to be a mother AND and auntie) and our own families, the hubs and I are free to spend our time and our dough on the first PeeWee Jr or PJ as I like to call him.

Unlike other friends, we still haven't bought our first baby gift. LOL we can't decide on a gift to give. What do you give this small bundle of joy and perfection. The world is already at his feet. The sun, moon and stars all shine just for him.

I say we give him lots and lots of monogrammed UT(University of Texas) gear. My hubs being the loan man out of the four of us says we should at least get him one Red Raider gift. He even tried to play the emotions of myself and my bestie on our actual first loves WTAMU (we don't say much about the maroon in our blood, but we both know what it means to stand in the band and hold up a brown and white box of cereal and chant COCO COCO PUFFS).

My mom reminded me that technically I am already an aunt. Being reunited with my biological father also brought me two new brothers, a sister and two nephews. I am now officially one of five children, more if you count step brothers and sisters. I don't discount or discredit them. I love them too.

But I love PJ in a way that I think is super special. His mother and I have a history that you just couldn't dream up in your wildest fantasies. Not family by blood, but by love and choice.

As I've awaited this day I often dreamed of the old movie MAIME. The title character is forced to raise her nephew after his father passes and to say the least the adventures where beyond anything a boy could have ever imagined. Though different people had come and gone in her life the love she felt for him was unique and special and grand and pure. I've kinda imagined myself spiriting PJ away on a great summer adventures ( I am sure with our history his mother will insist it is only a quick drive to the ice cream shop or toy store) where I can regale him with stories of his mother and the great things we did, the trouble we did(n't) get into and the fun we had.

I imagine holding him in my lap as I awaite the bundle of joy that will soon be mine(God willing) and having him recite said stories to his new cousin. I can see him furiously pounding out a melody on the xylophone or belting out a song that moves him as he drives his new power wheels through my rose garden.

I can see my sister, my friend, and our third amiga (my cousin Tawania) and I sitting in the stands cheering madly and threatening death to any of the other pee wee league players that get near our star as he wobbles down the field in pads and a helmet that are more comedic than anything else.

I can see us watching as the husbands (CWB and Jay) attempt to teach them the finer aspects of martial arts and stealth ninja tactics. Hand to hand combat and hunting skills. I can feel myself cringe at the number of broken windows, vases and God forbid, bones.

and in the back ground I hear a strange sound track of Lennon, Rascal Flats, Bare Naked Ladies and AC DC Songs, narrating the way.

And In my life, I've loved them all.


(watch this space, you may see "my little love" here soon)

AND SO IT BEGINS ANEW!

HEY HEY HEY!!!!

Didn't we tell you that 2011 was going to be the year of new beginnings and renewals.

We are so super excited to announce that beginning TOMORROW we will be relaunching the daily magazines on the Drea and Laura yahoo group!

There is a brand new banging line up.

Monday Sex Talk with the fantabulous freakette Laura Guevara

Tastey Tuesdays with that culinary guru Alcira

Wagati Wednesdays with the GREAT NEVEA LANE

Thankful Thursdays by the one and only MISS LISA ENGLISH

and whats this Double DUTY!

COCKTAIL HAPPY HOUR FRIDAYS by the one who loves them most LISA ENGLISH!

This is so exciting. The chatter, the buzz, the down right energy of it all...let me stop and reflect on this man reflecting on the ocean(above). This might be the last chance at some peace! BUT WHO NEEDS PEACE when you can hang out at the hang out to end all hang outs.

come on over and check us out http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drea_riley_and_laura_guevara

Coming SOON from Whispers

Tabitha turned and grinned over the long plank bar at the patrons of O’Shea’s Irish pub. Here was a pub with the true substance of the Emerald Isle. They had fae mixing it up with brownies and sprites. Leprechauns and djinn shot pool, and druid maidens swayed to Bocephus. Okay, so the Bocephas weren’t really an Irish thing, but Tabitha was from Texas, and since she couldn’t get them to listen to any rap or hip hop and she was frankly frightened of their knowledge of Motown and their love of artist like Bobby Blue Bland and Clarence Carter and Denise la Salle, she passed her time watching them bond with the humans over the countries newest acts and biggest hits.

Her boss was definitely Irish. The coppery red hair that was currently cut close and spiky on top of his head. The piercing green eyes that where often deeper than the whole Atlantic Ocean. Those were her favorite parts. Well, those and his massive shoulders and chest. Maybe those washboard abs or God—hey, she may be in a bar full of creatures and mythical critters, it only reinforced her belief in one true God—Seamus’s ass. No doubt about it. Irish looked hunky, handsome and damn fine on Seamus.

“You’re staring at me like you’ve missed your morning meal again, Tab,” Seamus said from over his shoulder.

Sure, she wanted to get in his bed and find out if the bulge running up the left side of his pants was real or just a hunk of German sausage.

Things to come.

Well well well, I finally checked our email after a year and let me just say that if I were and 50-80 year old man, the ads alone for free Viagra or Chinese penis growth powder and medical "pumps" would be enough to drive me right on into the great beyond.

Other than that there were various requests to revive the daily articles. Manday Monday. Tastey Tuesday , Humpday, and others.

I can't promise, but I think they maybe coming along with some guest blogs, contests and other things.

So having said all that, let just go with "we're under construction, watch this space for great new things!"

-- Drea!

BEEN A LONG TIME!

And we shouldn't have left you without a dope beat to step to.

ok so yeah i may or may not have been watching aliyah and jet li just now, but suffice it to say that I just remembered that Laura and I have our very own blog that has been SORELY UNATTENDED.

2010 did a number on us as people and as authors. So many changes happened. The loss of loved ones, promotions, de-motions, scaling back, then branching out.

This is the life of a small Indy writer. But its the life of everyone. LIFE happens. Some days the muse is rampant. Most days she/he/it takes a bake seat while we search for reading glasses to go over bills or leases or recipes or book orders.

That's not to say we haven't been productive, just not as productive as we'd like to have been with the writing.

Excuses? Yup got a bag full of them. Not going to trot them all out. Not going to apologize, either. Well, we might a little bit, but mostly just to ourselves. Why ourselves? Well mostly, because we have you guys; Some of the most amazing fans ever, in our corner supporting us. You've told us over and over to take our time and do our thing. You've been here every time we've accomplished something new, needed prayer and positive energy, or forgotten ourselves.

So we are apologizing to ourselves for not allowing ourselves to step back and enjoy that as much as we should have. For not realizing what blessings we had in YOU. For pressuring ourselves to the point that we literally stiffled the love and joy right out of something that was fun and exciting. For not getting those extra pedicures and drinking a few more mojitos. For saving the good bath salts and skipping that extra chocolate covered stawberry. We're sorry for not being good to us, but we're over that phase. 2011 is about Drea and Laura and Laura and Drea. About Laura. About Drea.

2011 is ...new and fresh and exciting.

And thank you guys again for sticking by us. We have no clue what 2011 is going to bring. We can't promise stories will come any faster than they did last year. We can't promise that stories will come at all. Lots of really strong authors threw in the towel in 2010 for a number of reasons.

Laura and I know that we both love writing and telling stories, but we also know that sometimes we have to step back from that. Away from the world that is "Indy Press" and do some living.

Laura has turned into a stalker! Could be that super svelte body she is building in the gym, but honey child is on the road like no other. Concerts and tours and trips and cruises. OH and did i tell you that she LOVES GUNS...how the hell is that I've been denied my right as a native born Texan to participate in something i love doing, grew up doing (shooting) by the big sisters and aunts but Laura gets to take it up as a new hobby. WHEN WILL YOU PEOPLE LEARN ITS THE CUTE SHORT ONES THAT ARE THE MOST DANGEROUS!!!

As for me, well, Y'all know life is always an adventure!

There's the baking (seldom a day goes by that I am not covered in flour). Oh and the hunting and fishing. The dancing. The Grill, The family concession wagon. Oh and the "logistics meetings" Starting a new work out routine this month too. been out with a hip issue( from the logistics meetings I'm sure). Electronics issues and WTH is up with darn wild animals phenomena around my neighborhood.

So yeah that its in a nut shell. We can't promise anything other than, "we'll keep you updated".

We hope you guys stick around, there is bound to be some adventure coming your way soon.