Wednesday, December 29, 2010

See you in 2011!

My apologies, my pretties, but I've been busy working, working, working and--in all the moments in between--soaking up the holiday magic with my family.

Including moments like this one:

I had SO MUCH AWESOME FUN skating with The Old Man and our two little boys. It was the Christmas Eve parent and puppy skate at Snoopy's Home Ice and there was a Christmas tree and carols playing and a light show<--and I'm a sucker for a light show.

It was just...good. Very good. And it reminded me that even we non-religious people have things to celebrate during the holidays. Like family. I certainly have one worth celebrating.

Have a safe and happy New Year and I'll be back in early 2011 with lots of overdue news. (I know, I need to announce the winner of THE LOCKET arc. I was supposed to do that December 1st. I promise I'll make it up to you. Maybe I'll give two copies away...or something even MORE fancy!)

All best,

Stacey Jay

Saturday, December 18, 2010

I'm a wimp. And preshush loinfruit.


I spent time I didn't have and wrote this big, meaty, controversial blog that I poured my heart and soul into. And then...I thought about it too much and I wimped out like a huge, big old wimp full of wimpy-ness.

So I'm a wimp. And now I have no blog.

Here are some pictures of my kids, instead.

Aw! He loves Santa! Look at those cheeks! I want to bite him he's so fracking cute.

Aw! He fears Santa and refused to get within ten feet of him. But he's still cute. Even though the poor little man got his mother's dark eye circles. (I photo-shopped him and they're still there.) Speaking of those, I'm considering never allowing my picture to be taken again. The hubs shot one yesterday and I look like Death's Grandmother.

In summary, I am a wimp and, possibly, Death's Grandmother.

The end.

Peace in the middle east.


Monday, December 13, 2010

A website most sickening

But also--sadly, sadly, sadly--most necessary.

If you haven't checked the FBI's sex offender database to see the registered sex offenders near you. I'd recommend doing so. Now.

I just did. I found a man convicted of raping small children lives three blocks from my house. He's been put in prison twice. But now he's free. And living just down the lane. Close enough for me to wander past his place on my way to the town square. Within a ten minute stroll of two elementary schools.

The reason I looked at this site? Laura Wiess' SUCH A PRETTY GIRL. I finished it in one sitting. It's a powerful, angry, intense, moving read that brings home just how atrocious it is that this country is doing such a shitty job of protecting the innocence of our children.

So go. Look.

I'll be back soon to post something more uplifting. In the meantime, I'll have to figure out some way to explain to my six year old that he will never be allowed to ride his bicycle up and down our street--even if he doesn't cross any streets ohmygodmompleaseletmeridemybikealone. Not even when he turns eight. Nine. Twelve.

I will be there right behind him. With my very watchful eye.