Showing posts with label Pocket Edward. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pocket Edward. Show all posts
Saturday, October 08, 2011
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Look what came in the mail today! :)
Wow, Tina, you rock!!!
That's a real, honest-to-God signed-by-Rob-himself autograph.
Be still my heart, it came from the London premiere of Remember Me.
PocketEdward™ saw the photo and didn't know what to think.
Captions, anyone?
THANK YOU, Tina!!!
That's a real, honest-to-God signed-by-Rob-himself autograph.
Be still my heart, it came from the London premiere of Remember Me.
PocketEdward™ saw the photo and didn't know what to think.
Captions, anyone?
THANK YOU, Tina!!!
Friday, November 12, 2010
Recommended by a real, honest-to-goodness writer!
I am so excited! Tina Reber, author of Love Unscripted, blogged about The Further Adventures of PocketEdward on her own blog. Keeping Knit Simple had 107 page hits yesterday, when 20 is a good day and lately only one or two have shown up. Thank you, Tina!!!
From the page at Amazon.com:
"Ryan Christensen just wanted to be an actor. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that accepting a role in an unknown film would toss his career into overdrive. His new fame has cost him dearly; anonymity is no longer an option. His fans stalk him, the paparazzi hound him, and Hollywood studios all want a piece of him. Despite all of that, Ryan Christensen craves the most basic of human needs - to have love in his heart and privacy in his life. Taryn Mitchell, the story's protagonist, is a realist. She's been feigning contentment, running the family pub in Seaport, Rhode Island, while quietly nursing her own internal heartaches. Her feet are fairly glued to the ground and she doesn't buy into all the hype that has descended on her tiny, coastal town. In her world, men are safe if they're kept at a distance. Fate has other plans for these two when their paths cross one sunny afternoon. A group of female fans has attacked him, leaving his shirt torn, his face cut, and Ryan in obvious distress. Bonds between them form from the most dramatic of circumstances while jealousy, insecurity, and the stress of his celebrity life try to tear them apart. Through all the tabloid lies, secrecy, and pressure, can Taryn's peace and Ryan's high-profile insanity live together in harmony?"
From the page at Amazon.com:
"Ryan Christensen just wanted to be an actor. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that accepting a role in an unknown film would toss his career into overdrive. His new fame has cost him dearly; anonymity is no longer an option. His fans stalk him, the paparazzi hound him, and Hollywood studios all want a piece of him. Despite all of that, Ryan Christensen craves the most basic of human needs - to have love in his heart and privacy in his life. Taryn Mitchell, the story's protagonist, is a realist. She's been feigning contentment, running the family pub in Seaport, Rhode Island, while quietly nursing her own internal heartaches. Her feet are fairly glued to the ground and she doesn't buy into all the hype that has descended on her tiny, coastal town. In her world, men are safe if they're kept at a distance. Fate has other plans for these two when their paths cross one sunny afternoon. A group of female fans has attacked him, leaving his shirt torn, his face cut, and Ryan in obvious distress. Bonds between them form from the most dramatic of circumstances while jealousy, insecurity, and the stress of his celebrity life try to tear them apart. Through all the tabloid lies, secrecy, and pressure, can Taryn's peace and Ryan's high-profile insanity live together in harmony?"
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Further adventures of PocketEdward
PocketEdward™'s been kind of quiet lately, but this new book, Love Unscripted by Tina Reber, has gotten him riled up. You see, Ryan Christensen is the man he wishes he could be. And he sure wishes that Bella was more like Taryn Mitchell.
Ryan is hot young movie actor who's been catapulted into the spotlight by his movie Seaside. While filming the second in the series, he meets Taryn, a young woman who owns a bar just down the street from where the cast is staying. They meet, they spontaneously combust, and romantic hijinks ensue. You can read the first six chapters here; you can thank me later. Go read. I'll wait. I read the first chapter and ordered the book.
So ANYway, PocketEdward™ has been seen out and about with Love Unscripted in tow. Let's see what's on his mind.
While on vacation in the tropics, PocketEdward™ took Love Unscripted along as his vacation reading.
He was appalled to find that Ryan Christensen doesn't sparkle, yet Ryan attracts the ladies like honey attracts flies. And then he read Chapter 10, Possibilities.
Honestly, he just couldn't believe that Ryan could ... do that so well. After all, vampire males are supposed to be the best lovers, though they have to take care not to kill their human mates with their incredible strength. This...this...human......no way. So he decided he had to compare Love Unscripted with his favorite novel.
To his dismay, Twilight's romantic moments just can't compare with those of Love Unscripted.
He had to reread Chapter 10, just to make sure he'd taken it all in.
Rumor has it that PocketEdward™ has been seen typing pointers from the book into his iPhone.
Later he was spotted trying a mind-reading trick. Whether he was trying to download some of Ryan's moves or turn Ryan into PocketEdward™ is best left to speculation.
Ryan is hot young movie actor who's been catapulted into the spotlight by his movie Seaside. While filming the second in the series, he meets Taryn, a young woman who owns a bar just down the street from where the cast is staying. They meet, they spontaneously combust, and romantic hijinks ensue. You can read the first six chapters here; you can thank me later. Go read. I'll wait. I read the first chapter and ordered the book.
So ANYway, PocketEdward™ has been seen out and about with Love Unscripted in tow. Let's see what's on his mind.
While on vacation in the tropics, PocketEdward™ took Love Unscripted along as his vacation reading.
He was appalled to find that Ryan Christensen doesn't sparkle, yet Ryan attracts the ladies like honey attracts flies. And then he read Chapter 10, Possibilities.
Honestly, he just couldn't believe that Ryan could ... do that so well. After all, vampire males are supposed to be the best lovers, though they have to take care not to kill their human mates with their incredible strength. This...this...human......no way. So he decided he had to compare Love Unscripted with his favorite novel.
To his dismay, Twilight's romantic moments just can't compare with those of Love Unscripted.
He had to reread Chapter 10, just to make sure he'd taken it all in.
Rumor has it that PocketEdward™ has been seen typing pointers from the book into his iPhone.
Later he was spotted trying a mind-reading trick. Whether he was trying to download some of Ryan's moves or turn Ryan into PocketEdward™ is best left to speculation.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Jet set
That's me. I'm part of the jet set. Is that phrase even used anymore?
Saturday was.....interesting. It had occurred to me that maybe I shouldn't travel on the 13th, but since it wasn't Friday, I ignored the thought. I shouldn't have. Or maybe I just should have been a little more observant.
I needed a Pepsi or iced tea, so on my way out of town I swung past McDonalds, but there was a long line of cars in the takeout lane, so I went on to Kentucky Fried Chicken. I didn't want to get out of the car. That came back to haunt me (and taunt me) a few minutes later when I discovered that KFC didn't open for another 15 minutes and turned right into the parking lot of the business next door, because driving all the way through the drive-through lane and making an immediate right turn was too much trouble. So I turned. I discovered, to my horror, that there was no opening in the curb to allow me to turn, so one front wheel went over the curb and the car got hung up.
It wouldn't budge.
No one would answer my frantic knocks at KFC, so I walked--in the rain--over to the convenience store I had attempted to drive to. No men there, only two short women. I think that one of them could have single-handedly picked up the car and moved it back a few feet, but she declined. I walked--in the rain--forgetting to buy my Pepsi while I was in the store--to KFC and banged on the window, catching the manager's attention. Two women there. Betty called a tow truck, which arrived really quickly, and within a few minutes I was on my way to the bank. I hadn't planned a bank stop, but I couldn't find my AAA card and the woman on the phone couldn't find our file online because, of course, our membership is in the WestByGodVirginia division and she couldn't access that. I guess the internet doesn't cross state lines or something.
The kind tow-truck man wouldn't take a check, and I only had $20 in cash, so he followed me to the stupid convenience store to the ATM, where I once again forgot to buy a bottle of Pepsi. I forgot to ask him for a receipt. When I called Tom, he sweetly reminded me that our car insurance has tow insurance. Whoops.
So, anyway, I wrote a check from Tom's account to cover what I'd taken out of mine, dropped it at the bank, then stopped at Taco Bell for my damn Pepsi.
I got to Mom and Dad's house in plenty of time for them to get me to the airport. My suitcase was so heavy that I decided, at the last minute, to check it at the gate so I wouldn't have to injure myself trying to get it in the overhead bin. Had to change planes in Atlanta, which airport I hate with a passion, but got there in time to go to the bathroom and board the plane.
The plane got to FLL and we had to wait an hour before the baggage came off the plane. I kept waiting because mine didn't appear. Of course not. A very nice lady from AirTran, Jean, spent an hour with me trying first to find the bag then trying to figure out where it went. She was so sweet that I didn't get all bent out of shape about the fact that the clothes I would wear to the interview were in that damned bag.
We went on home, which isn't as fun a drive as it is in the daytime. At night, without the scenery, it's just a long-ass drive.
At midnight, Jean called to tell me that my bag had come in and she would send it to me right away. At 7:30 the phone rang again and my bag was on our front porch.
All's well that ends well.
We went to the Marathon Seafood Festival on Sunday afternoon. Beautiful day, 73 degrees, light breeze. Sunny. That night we went out to eat with Donna and James and spent the night at the condo. Which, I might add, has a wonderful high-end mattress in the master suite.
Monday morning we went back home and spent some time in the yard. Later I took a shower and we headed back to Marathon for my interview. Which I totally blew.
How many times have I worked with kids on those stupid interview questions? You know, the standard "what is your best quality" kind. I'd even come up with answers for them. I should have written them on my arm. I could not remember one thing and wasn't even able to come up with something that sounded semi-intelligent.
I suspect that I won't get that job.
But no big deal. It was experience, I'll know better next time, and I had three lovely days in the Keys.
PocketEdward™ had some adventures around the yard. Tom wasn't thrilled to see him. I just don't understand why not.
First he checked out the demolition Tom's done in the kitchen. The subfloor is in terrible shape.
Saturday was.....interesting. It had occurred to me that maybe I shouldn't travel on the 13th, but since it wasn't Friday, I ignored the thought. I shouldn't have. Or maybe I just should have been a little more observant.
I needed a Pepsi or iced tea, so on my way out of town I swung past McDonalds, but there was a long line of cars in the takeout lane, so I went on to Kentucky Fried Chicken. I didn't want to get out of the car. That came back to haunt me (and taunt me) a few minutes later when I discovered that KFC didn't open for another 15 minutes and turned right into the parking lot of the business next door, because driving all the way through the drive-through lane and making an immediate right turn was too much trouble. So I turned. I discovered, to my horror, that there was no opening in the curb to allow me to turn, so one front wheel went over the curb and the car got hung up.
It wouldn't budge.
No one would answer my frantic knocks at KFC, so I walked--in the rain--over to the convenience store I had attempted to drive to. No men there, only two short women. I think that one of them could have single-handedly picked up the car and moved it back a few feet, but she declined. I walked--in the rain--forgetting to buy my Pepsi while I was in the store--to KFC and banged on the window, catching the manager's attention. Two women there. Betty called a tow truck, which arrived really quickly, and within a few minutes I was on my way to the bank. I hadn't planned a bank stop, but I couldn't find my AAA card and the woman on the phone couldn't find our file online because, of course, our membership is in the WestByGodVirginia division and she couldn't access that. I guess the internet doesn't cross state lines or something.
The kind tow-truck man wouldn't take a check, and I only had $20 in cash, so he followed me to the stupid convenience store to the ATM, where I once again forgot to buy a bottle of Pepsi. I forgot to ask him for a receipt. When I called Tom, he sweetly reminded me that our car insurance has tow insurance. Whoops.
So, anyway, I wrote a check from Tom's account to cover what I'd taken out of mine, dropped it at the bank, then stopped at Taco Bell for my damn Pepsi.
I got to Mom and Dad's house in plenty of time for them to get me to the airport. My suitcase was so heavy that I decided, at the last minute, to check it at the gate so I wouldn't have to injure myself trying to get it in the overhead bin. Had to change planes in Atlanta, which airport I hate with a passion, but got there in time to go to the bathroom and board the plane.
The plane got to FLL and we had to wait an hour before the baggage came off the plane. I kept waiting because mine didn't appear. Of course not. A very nice lady from AirTran, Jean, spent an hour with me trying first to find the bag then trying to figure out where it went. She was so sweet that I didn't get all bent out of shape about the fact that the clothes I would wear to the interview were in that damned bag.
We went on home, which isn't as fun a drive as it is in the daytime. At night, without the scenery, it's just a long-ass drive.
At midnight, Jean called to tell me that my bag had come in and she would send it to me right away. At 7:30 the phone rang again and my bag was on our front porch.
All's well that ends well.
We went to the Marathon Seafood Festival on Sunday afternoon. Beautiful day, 73 degrees, light breeze. Sunny. That night we went out to eat with Donna and James and spent the night at the condo. Which, I might add, has a wonderful high-end mattress in the master suite.
Monday morning we went back home and spent some time in the yard. Later I took a shower and we headed back to Marathon for my interview. Which I totally blew.
How many times have I worked with kids on those stupid interview questions? You know, the standard "what is your best quality" kind. I'd even come up with answers for them. I should have written them on my arm. I could not remember one thing and wasn't even able to come up with something that sounded semi-intelligent.
I suspect that I won't get that job.
But no big deal. It was experience, I'll know better next time, and I had three lovely days in the Keys.
PocketEdward™ had some adventures around the yard. Tom wasn't thrilled to see him. I just don't understand why not.
First he checked out the demolition Tom's done in the kitchen. The subfloor is in terrible shape.
He looked at the pool and wished he could swim well enough to catch the frog living in there.
He turned up his nose at some of our leftovers.
He enjoyed some sparkle time
And explored the jungle.
Okay, he can't explore the damn jungle. I can't get that damn photo to upload.
He snacked on a black panther in the jungle.
He didn't have good luck with the tiger, though.
Ahhhhh.
Here he runs through the jungle.
He took time to smell the bouganville. Evidentally thorns don't bother vampires.
He indulged in a quick snack, then
PocketEdward™ finally found his nuts.
With that, I leave you for now. 'Cause I'm heading back to Richmond tonight so I can catch my nonstop flight to FLL tomorrow morning. Back home to the Keys. For 16 days.
Life is good.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Sisters' Weekend
I don't want Pocket Edward to see the blasphemous things written about him on FaceBook.
Socks that I've knit for Joan, me, and Betty.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Sparkly
With a little (okay, a lot of) help from bare minerals makeup, Pocket Edward™ now sparkles in the sun. Isn't he impressive?
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Pocket Edward is on the job
Pocket Edward™ debates using the doggy door to scope out the back yard.
He tries to scale the Matterhorn.
Icicles! The perfect weapon.
Must. Reach. Bella.
Baby the Quaker Parrot says, "Vegetarian vampire my ass."
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