Doree Anderson

For Tiffinie: I give you 'Scout'. On your travels to Alaska and the Bering Sea, for months of fishing, waves and missing me, I present the next best thing; Scout The Warrior. Scout'll hold those critters at bay for you; growling, barking, as a new member of your crew. Now, he may be young and kind of small but through the years he'll grow mean and tall. Battle plans are in his dreams, ferocious, sturdy, a real killing machine. Delusions are in a big bear's mind, to even think lil' Scout can't tow the line. Precious as a pup can be, I know that Scout will keep you free. To work those nets of fish and more, you'll need your strength to do the chore. So fit your foot inside your boot, leave the critters to this cute Malamute. Have a grand old time with fun abound, family and friends know you're safe with Scout around. 'Red skies at night, sailor's delight. Red skies in the morning, sailor's take warning.' Have a good time with your brot...

Yes, Ladies, if the shoe fits, wear it. Enjoy it. Dance in it. Because, you get one whole day to be celebrated for it. Child birth. That moment in time when you endure 2, 12, 24, 38 hours of mind numbing, body tearing, gut wrenching pain. But, it is all worth it when on May 10, 2009, your child gives you a day to sit back, relax, and enjoy your efforts. Congratulations! I didn't mind my 2 hours and 43 minutes of labor. Of course the epideral hadn't taken effect before they wheeled me into the delivery room. How were they to know that she was in a flippin' hurray? They didn't. Each delivery is different, unique; just as the child is. Text books are for throwing out the window. Some are quick and easy, as the child is during their years of growth. Then there are the 36 hours of acid burning agony and the next 21 years of shear terror to follow. But we love them anyway. So Moms of the world, enjoy. Drink a glass of wine and sit back. Let them finally, make the meal, do th...

The Class of 1945, some are still alive... This is a picture of South High's Class of 45. How did they survive? They began High School at the start of WWII. Following the devastation of the Depression and then celebrated their graduation with the ending of the war. They had sports, but the football helmet was made of leather and padding. Not fiberglass and metal. They had school dances with balloons and streamers, slow music followed with a little bebop. Class rings and Letterman's jackets, poverty and death, basket ball champion banners and discrimination, very few jobs but they all worked with pride. That was in 1945. For the most part, this class of students have witnessed a lot! They watched the bombing of Pearl Harbor, retribution in Japan, Korean War, Tani min Square, Kent State riots, the assassination of Kennedy, Watergate and the impeachment of Nixon, landing on the moon, the great floods of the mid-west, the gas wars, terrorism, Gulf war, the fall of the Twin Towers...

I'm so excited...my erotica novel placed second in the Great Expectations contest and the publisher has requested my full manuscript. YEAH. With everything that a writer has to go through, the request of a manuscript is wonderful. It is like being a small mouse and waiting until the time that the big cat actually puts its paws around in a welcoming embrace instead of playing you like a toy. Tomorrow is April Fools day. What will I do? What will I do. Well, I have plans and they are going to be scrumptious, yummy and filling. And if I win at Bunco, well, that's just all the more better. A little pocket money to see me through the week will be the topping on the whip cream of my life. As we move into the month of April, I am especially looking forward to Spring. Not this...now you see it, now you don't garbage, but the real, leave your winter coat in the closet deal. We gotten a test, but I ready for the whole meal. Just like last year, we get out and do a little work in our ...

The Pain of Grand Parenting I think the world of my four grandchildren. They are absolutely the love of my life. And, after one day with them, they still are. Two days is pushing it. I don't know if they get on my nerves or if I am one great big nerve to them. My daughter brought the darlings over on Friday, at 2:00 p.m. I am a saint. I know because I had them through to 1:00 p.m. on Sunday. The two older kids are at the 'now you see them, now you don't' ages of 9 and 7. They love their video games and the internet. Okay so, they're easy. The other two are 3 and 2. Both boys, both out to drive grandma insane. They want, they don't want, they need, they have to have, please, please gammy, please. Can we go outside? Ten minutes later, one or the other, or both are crying. Why. He pushed him or he took my... Can we watch a movie? Can we go outside? can we... Night one, all is well. They go to bed. Those cute little darlings. So sweet. Look at them. One sucks his f...

Here it is: SPRING HAS ARRIVED! So, How are we spending the first day of spring? We are cleaning out the birds cages. Yes, birds. We have three of the cutest Cockatiels that we enjoy, well, most of the time. But they do not follow orders worth a tink. I have asked them on several occasions to pick up after themselves. But, do they do it? No. There are seeds all over the place. I talk, they don't listen. I show them how it's done, to no avail. Our oldest is thirteen, a male white face. As cute as a bug this boy is. Although, as will almost all small creatures, he is dilutional. Spike believes that he is an eagle (we've shown him pictures but until we can actually place him face to face, it irrelevant. Gilligan is his little buddy.(Yellow or Pied, eleven years old) Sad to find out thought, that she was a she. This birds takes the meaning of 'bird brain' to life. Gilly will stand on top of a mug of coffee, lean down, take a sip, yipe because it is hot, and go in for se...

"People on the outside think there's something magical about writing, that you go up in the attic at midnight and cast the bones and come down in the morning with a story, but it isn't like that. You sit in back of the typewriter and you work, and that's all there is to it"...Harlan Ellison Writers write because we can, we need to, we have to. Or, because, why not? When I write, I try and envision what my goal is as I set up my characters and their GMC; Novella, novel, short story or just putting ink to paper and doodling. But, it is what I see that goes down. Not what someone tells me to write. Example: Write a story about the Botanical Gardens in Arizona. No. Why not? Because, I've never been to the Botanical Gardens in Arizona and therefore I can't pretend and frankly, the only words I'd be able to supply are:"It's probably a very pretty place with lots of colors and smells." Now...talk about wri...