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Oh, For Heaven’s Sake

My keyboard still doesn’t work, but I walked into the other room and saw my laptop. I would have rolled my eyes, but I’m in day 3 of a three day migraine. No, it hasn’t lasted three days. It’s happened every day for the past three days. I honestly think it’s a reaction to something I’m eating – and I’ve stopped eating it. Consequently, I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer right now.

Anyway, my surprise was that everyone’s a winner! Now, if you’ll all send me your address – even if you put it in your comment – with the name of your book choice one more time and email it to karen@karenranney.com with ADDRESS as the subject line, I’ll start the book mailing process.

There is a possibility I won’t be able to get all your first choices, but we’ll see.

Please give me a couple of weeks to send out the books – and more for international books. In other words, after Halloween.

Keyboard Issues

I have drawn the winners, but I can’t post them yet – my keyboard is acting up, which is why I dictated this. I’ve ordered a new one, but it isn’t here yet. Should be here on Monday. I’m so sorry for the delay.

Thank you!

Thank you!

I believe in being grateful. I believe that I should stop what I’m doing periodically and feel a surge of gratitude for all that I have and for all that I’ve survived. And, frankly, for the joy of life. Gratitude saved me back when I found it very difficult to even get out of bed, so it’s a lesson I hope never to forget.

In the spirit of being grateful, I want you to know how much I’m grateful for you. I consider the people who comment on my blog to be friends. I may not respond to every comment, but I read every single one. I think of you constantly. You’re my ideal reader. You’re, in the words of social media, my tribe.

Next week I’m going to have a big newsletter drawing and I’ve planned on spending a small fortune in postage to seriously deplete my ever growing supply of books. I’m not kidding, I think they multiply. More than once I’ve gotten a double shipment from Avon and I just sigh. They are so generous and say, “Keep them,” and I think to myself, “Where?”

So, y’all, to say thank you I’m doing a special blog only drawing. Just put your name in the comments along with which book you want and I’ll draw names this weekend.

Here’s a list of the available books (if you’re a winner and I’ve run out of your choice of book I’ll offer you a second choice.)

Notice that I haven’t said how many winners there will be? (Cue evil laugh.) I’ll let you know later.

OBB – Hair

OBB – Hair

OBB – Older But Better

You would think, after so many years, that my problems with my hair would resolve themselves. However, every stage of my life has been accompanied by throwing my hands up in the air and pleading for help.

You all remember the haircut from hell. This is not that kind of complaint.

No, this is more basic.

My hair doesn’t seem to be able to hold a curl for very long. Plus, it’s gotten thinner and wispier as the years continue onward. I have invested in probably $500 worth of products over the years, designed to give my hair more body or bounce.

Bottom line, none of them are working.

I have used a curling iron for ages and ages, but the other day I decided that I was tired of it. Consequently, I went to Amazon and ordered some hot rollers. To make a very long story short I am now on my fourth type of hot roller, having returned the other three because they are worse than doing nothing.

When I wake up in the morning I have a tragic case of bed head. I say tragic because when I look at myself I know that it’s probably not going to get much better. My hair has decided to frizz on the side where I sleep. The other side is limp and unresponsive.

Honestly, I never thought that I would have these kinds of problems with my hair as I grew older. I thought by the time that I reached this age I would know how to do everything. There wouldn’t be any doubt in my mind about a myriad of subjects.

Let me tell you, the older I get the more ignorant I become.

This morning I just used the curling iron again, without any product. About an hour later I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed in resignation.

If you are one of those blessed individuals who have great hair, let me tell you that I envy you to infinity and beyond. As for the rest of us – and I hope there are some people in my boat – we will just have to keep plugging along. Either that, or wear paper bags.

When Modesty Flies Out the Window

When Modesty Flies Out the Window

My son just called me because he returned from his early morning doctor appointment. He wanted to let me know the results of his blood tests. I am over the moon! I’m so happy – he’s able to stop taking the Metformin because his A1C was so low. Plus, it’s borderline on the BP medication because that was phenomenal, too.

It’s one thing to go through health issues yourself, but you want your children to be super healthy. I’m so proud of him. He’s embraced eating more fruits and veggies (which is a big deal, because he’s always hated veggies) and is doing wonderfully well on his new eating plan. In addition, he’s now at his ideal weight. What’s not to love?

So, to continue with the good news:

HarperCollins/Avon did a big promotion for To Wed An Heiress this weekend which resulted in some lovely news:

Isn’t that grand? The upswing of sales meant that my individual author numbers went up, too:

After my son and I exchanged our good news this morning – part of our “Something wonderful will happen to you today,” I added one more thing: I finished the first draft of the new book today, 15 days early. Yay!!!!! (I’d throw confetti, but then I’d have to clean it up.)