Why Can’t We All Just Get Along?

hands in heart formation     Why can’t we all just get along?
     This question seems to be on everyone’s mind these days. Arguing and discord have taken over entire aspects of daily life.
     What happened to the concept of agreeing to disagree and moving forward? Instead, people want to create drama, and lots of it. It is totally unnecessary, divisive and destructive.
     I am not suggesting we all join a commune and sing “Kumbaya” all day. But can’t we have a dialogue without fear of retribution?
     For instance, I recently went to a Chevy dealership to have my car serviced. I sat in the waiting area reading through a manuscript when an older gentleman sat next to me.
     He greeted me, “Hello there, Miss Teacher.”
     I smiled. “I’m not a teacher. I’m an author. I’m reading through a draft of one of my books.”
      “That’s very interesting.”
     Then he asked the usual follow-up questions. We bantered back and forth for several minutes. Then, I returned to editing.
     The television was tuned in to a morning show. Someone mentioned the Pope.
     Then the guy next to me made a derogatory comment about Catholics.
     I said, “That wasn’t very nice. I’m Catholic.”
     In hindsight, I should have kept my mouth shut.
     He accosted me, “Well, they don’t teach you Catholics anything. I’m a retired Baptist minister. I know what I’m talking about. Your Bible is even wrong.”
     Ugh. Here we go.
     Defending my upbringing, I said, “I went through twelve years of Catholic school. In my opinion, I received an excellent education.”
     Shaking his head and wagging his index finger, he attacked, “I’m talking about religious education. All I know is that you people don’t know your Bible at all. And you certainly don’t know anything about religion because they didn’t teach you anything right.”
     Seriously? I just want to edit my pages in peace. Why can’t I do that? Because you opened your mouth, Suzanne. That’s why.
     At this point, two people who were seated near us got up and moved to another part of the waiting room.
     Chickens.
     I was now sitting all alone with this guy.
     Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
     Trying to defuse the situation, I replied, “I understand that that’s your opinion. You are entitled to it.”
     Looking for a fight, he challenged, “I can prove it to you.”
     Heavy sigh.
     Almost daring me, he said, “You just have to answer a few questions.”
     My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
     I resigned myself to answering his questions because he was going to ask them no matter what anyway. And honestly, I wanted to prove the pompous ass wrong.
     With a gleam in his eyes, he questioned, “Are you ready?”
     Annoyed, I responded, “Go ahead.”
      “What’s the definition of ‘Catholic’?”
     I quickly replied, “Universal.”
      “Hmm. Okay, you got that one right.”
     I waited for the next question.
      “What does ‘ritual’ mean?”
     Happy the question was easy, I said, “It’s something you do over and over again.”
     Disappointed, he admitted, “You got that one too.”
     Of course I did. I’m not a moron.
     With an almost sinister look and tone, he asked, “Where do you go when you die?”
     “We were taught that if you’re good, you go to Heaven. If you’re bad, you go to Hell. But there’s also Purgatory. Some call it Limbo…”
     Interrupting, he yelled, “There’s no such thing as Purgatory! Show me where it’s mentioned in the Bible. You can’t. You know why? Because it’s not there! There’s no Purgatory in the Bible.”
     I don’t know about Purgatory, but I am definitely in Hell right now! How do I know? Because I’m sitting in an auto repair service waiting room defending Catholic teachings to a former Baptist minister. If that isn’t one of Dante’s circles of Hell, it should be!
     I countered, “You’re asking me questions based on what I was taught. So, I am telling you what I was taught.”
     Goading me, he questioned, “So do you believe everything you were taught? Even if it’s not in the Bible?”
     Friends, I am way too smart to answer that question.
     I stonewalled. “Purgatory isn’t mentioned by name, but some passages describe such a place. But it doesn’t matter what I believe. I am answering your questions based on your premise of that I wasn’t taught anything. Next question, please.”
     He demanded, “Tell me what you believe.”
      “I’m not going to argue with you. Next question, please.”
     Clearly not happy that I would not debate him, he asked, “What’s a cathedral?”
      “It’s a special type of church.”
      “Not good enough.”
     As I pondered what to say next, a male voice behind us shouted, “Purewal?”
     I have never jumped up from a chair so fast. I waved my hand vigorously. “Here!”
     The guy looked a bit startled at my reaction. No one is ever that enthusiastically happy to talk to a service technician.
     I swept up my belongings in both arms. Clutching my stuff against my chest to keep it from falling on the floor, I headed in the technician’s direction while bidding the retired Baptist minister a very hasty, “Adieu.
     The technician informed me they cleared out the trouble codes. However, they could not duplicate the condition.
     Of course not. So I’ll have to come back again.
     I can only hope and pray that former Baptist minister will not be there the next time I visit.
     I still do not understand why a perfect stranger felt compelled to antagonize me. He wanted a fight, and he was clearly disappointed that I would not argue with him.
     What is important to me is if you live a good life and are a giving, caring and loving person. Do no harm. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
     Instead of trying to find ways to divide and conquer, I ask you to find ways to include and unite. Love one another, and be good to one another. It’s just that simple.

     If you have questions about Purgatory, here’s a blog that goes into detail: http://www.catholic.com/blog/tim-staples/is-purgatory-in-the-bible

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Copyright © 2016 by Suzanne Purewal

A Shape-Shifter, a Sex Addict and a Dominant Male Sign In To Match

     Many of you wondered if I cancelled my Match subscription. Yes, I did, for a little while. But like a moth to a flame, I went back. Some of the old faces were still there. But there was also a new batch of men from which to choose. So, today’s “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” installment will be about the new breed of guys on Match.

     First up is a man claiming to be 50. However, he looked more like 65.
     In his first e-mail, he said, “Science and technology are also a substantial part of my life, I’m on my third 3D printer as well as having machining capabilities in my garage. I do have one minor abnormality I should probably tell you about antlers yep antlers thought they were horns but they fall off every spring. Kind of sucks in the fall I have to stay in, damn hunters. I like watching football so it’s not all bad. Right now I look perfectly normal but in a month or so they’re start to grow back. I’ve had people think there were tumors but nope antlers. It could be worse just ask my brother Rudy.”
     Do I want to know what he is making with those 3D printers? What’s frightening is that he actually wore out two of them, so he is on his third. Ponder that a minute.
     As far as shape-shifting into a reindeer is concerned, reindeers do not turn me on. If he had said he could morph into a unicorn, then that would have piqued my interest. I could have definitely made it work with a unicorn!

     The next unlucky bachelor was 60 and lived in Florida.
     “Your profile is very intriguing…but you might be too young and immature for me.”
     I agree with the young part. The insult on my maturity was uncalled for. Do women respond to that? Does anyone? Oh, the things I wanted to write! But I took the high road.
     I responded, “Thank you for your interest. But the age difference would be an issue. I wish you luck finding a match.”
     “Same to you. The age diff would likely be an insurmountable challenge. Maybe you will mature. Or not…likely.”
     I think I will call him a “verbal abuser.” That guy has issues. I can only imagine what insults he would hurl in person.

     The next bachelor’s profile stated he was 48. In reality, he was over 50. He admitted that during our first phone call. He said no one responded to him when he claimed his real age. He also told me that he had an additional child that he did not include in his profile. His older kids were teenagers. But he had a fling with a 20-something and now has a toddler too.
     He boasted about his high IQ and his accomplishments. His accomplishments were many, and I believe he will continue to contribute to his field of study and beyond.
     However, things went askew during the second phone call when he started telling me about his sex life. Brace yourself, people.
     He claimed to have had sex with over 300 women. No, that’s not a typo. He liked having a harem. Back in the day, he had approximately ten women in his harem at a time. They all knew about each other. So, in his mind, that made it acceptable.
     He stated, “I expect sex on the first date. My success rate is 87%.”
     Stunned, I answered, “I would never have sex with someone on a first date.”
     “Then you wouldn’t get a second date.”
     “That’s fine because I wouldn’t want to go out with someone who demands sex before we even know each other.”
     He bragged, “And I never use protection. I’m allergic to latex.”
     Disgusted, I replied, “I can’t even imagine all of the diseases you have or have had.”
     He shrugged it off. “Nothing that a pill or a shot in the ass couldn’t fix.”
     Repulsed, I said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
     Then he admitted, “Well, I do have herpes. But everybody has herpes.”
     I argued, “No, they don’t! I don’t have herpes!”
     Nonchalantly, he commented, “It’s nothing anyway.”
      Oh. My. God!
     Then he decided to tell me the craziest thing he had done sexually.
     Trust me, it was bad. Really bad. Gross, disgusting bad. Bad enough to make my body involuntarily shiver as I covered my mouth in disgust. I am glad I heard it over the phone. I can only imagine what my reaction would have been in person.
     When I refused to meet him, he got really angry. I was worried of catching something just being in the same room with him.
     The next “conversation” was via texting. He proceeded to insult me at length and used statistics to justify his generalizations about me. He pontificated on and on about how I was the one with problems, not him.
     I argued, “You’re way off base. I’m not an ice princess nor am I mentally ill. I’m just not interested in being part of your wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am harem club.”
     Ignoring me, he continued, “I know my assessment of you is correct. I can base my conclusions on my experience. Since my sample size is so large, statistically, my results and conclusions are valid.”
     I pointed out, “But the women you attract are not a good cross-section of the entire female population. Your results are skewed because of it.”
     “No. I’m always right about women.”
     And that was the end of that.
     The irony was that I felt sorry for him. Several women in his life disappointed him early on. The trend continued, and in essence, broke him. He was unfulfilled and angry at the world. Believe it or not, I did say a prayer for him. He is never going to be happy travelling down the road he is on. I hope he eventually finds peace.

     The last bachelor in today’s episode was an artist.
     His first e-mail read: “Marry me.”
     Jokingly, I replied, “If you didn’t have dogs, I’d consider it.”
     “I don’t have dogs. It’s a typo.”
     Technically, it was not a typo. You have to pick a selection from a menu. If you do not have pets, you skip the section.
     Then he sent me a list of his deal breakers:

     “Heres my deal breakers….what are yours?
     1.) Alpha personalities (which are usually validated through tough ., hypervigilance, and worldly experience) then usually manifest out into a reactionary temperamental disposition which culminates in “not so good” communication, hurt feelings, and an emotional withdrawal from the gentle, nurturing, tenderness and understanding that a relationship needs to galvanize a good foundation.
     2.) Country Music (love the lyrics, don’t like the redundant “twang”) i.e. it’s too “traditional” and not “out of the box-ish”.
     3.) Tacky low-rent tattoos
     4.) Competitiveness
     5.) OCD ( obsessive-compulsive disorder
     6.) Manics and hypomania
     7.) A foul mouth (the “f” word etc)
     8.) Slow-progressive-placated functional alcoholism (when a person is slowly on their way to an addiction through self -medicating with liquor).
     9.) Anything KARDASHIAN. (The Kardashians represent a very self-entitled, self preserving, materialistic, ostentatious way to be as a human being.)
     Everything else I can work with …………….. giggles”

     I admit, I agree with most of the items on his list. However, the two that were issues for me were “alpha personalities” and “competitiveness.”
     He sent me a link to an article he wrote about women. He wrote, in part, “…one of the most revealing and toxic awakenings in our culture today: The emergence of the Alpha personality in women and it’s pervasive influence in the symbiotic growth of the union of woman and man.”
     Wow! And double wow! I just got thrown back to the 1950s. And the editor in me wanted to correct his errors, but I left them.
     I did not lose to boys on purpose when I was young, and I am certainly not going to start doing that now.
     I was taught to always do my best. That way you challenge yourself and others. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Not everyone goes home with a trophy. It also taught us sportsmanship and how to win and lose gracefully.
     The competitor in me could not resist responding to the notion of acquiescing at all times. I typed, “As far as being competitive goes, I won’t lose to a man on purpose. If a guy’s ego is that fragile, then he’s not for me.”
     I knew his reply would be negative because I was goading him. Oh, shame on me!
     “i really dont care for your statement … this tells me theres an unecessary competitive streak in you that im not gonna dig. ..take care”
     That is perfectly fine by me because the last time I checked, the year was 2016.

     I believe that some friendly competition is perfectly acceptable in any healthy relationship. Remember to always celebrate each other’s strengths and triumphs. Do not dwell on the negatives or weaknesses. Build each other up!
     To borrow the Army’s old slogan, “Be All That You Can Be.” Life is too short to do anything else.

Copyright © 2016 by Suzanne Purewal

Will You Be My Valentine?

download     Recently, my parents started cleaning out their basement. As a result, I received a few bags of what I will call “stuff.” In one of those bags, I found all sorts of treasures. No, nothing that would make me rich monetarily. However, they will provide a wealth of blog article topics.
     Appropriate for this time of year, I discovered stacks of Valentine’s Day cards. You know—the kind you trade as kids. They were from Kindergarten through 4th grade.20160208_104652
     And before you think this should be the beginning of a hoarding article, we are not hoarders. We are pack rats. There is a big difference. And our stuff fit neatly in the basement.
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     As I reflected on these tokens of friendship, I read the names on the back of each card. I tried to remember all of those friends. Some were from school or Brownies. Others were from my neighborhood.
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     I laughed at how the handwriting improved over the years too. Barely legible Kindergarten scrawl to 4th grade cursive writing. Thank you, Sister Mary Carmel, for teaching us to write in cursive.
     Sister Mary Carmel wore the complete habit. I clearly remember one June day when the boys were rolling up their long-sleeved shirts, due to the heat.
     Sister said, “If I can be dressed this way and tolerate the heat, so can you. Roll down those sleeves.”
     Amid theatrics and heavy sighs, all of the boys rolled down their sleeves.
     Okay, back to the Valentine’s Day cards. The girls tended to decorate the envelopes with hearts and smiling faces. The boys just stuck to names, plain and simple. I was amazed that there were not many duplicate card designs in a single year. Obviously, there were a couple. But overall, each card was unique.
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     One of my favorites was a paper doll that you cut out and dressed in paper clothes. Hey, don’t judge me. It was the 1970s. Times were simpler then.
     In addition to the discipline and guilt taught in Catholic grammar school, we were also taught the importance of including everyone, so no one was left out. During the year, some of the kids teased me and called me, “nerd” or “teacher’s pet.” However, I still received a Valentine from each and every one of those kids. At the end of the day, we were all still friends.
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     Once we entered our dating years, Valentine’s Day became less about friends, and more about the subjects of our romantic affection. Naturally.
     Fast forward to present day. Primarily, adults buy things for their significant others and their kids. Which reminds me—Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the Valentine’s Day card. I just got it in the mail. It’s very pretty. And I love you, too.
     The question I pose is this: Why don’t we acknowledge our friends on Valentine’s Day anymore?
     We have ample capacity to love our significant others, parents and children as well as our friends. So, why not share the love with our friends?
     We can partially blame advertisers who bombard us with ads urging us to buy gifts for our significant others. I have not seen a single ad telling me to buy Valentine’s Day gifts for my friends.
     Many unattached people dread Valentine’s Day. All of the fanfare and hoopla are huge “in your face” reminders of their single status. As if single people need a reminder. We do not need reminders, people. We know.
     Some lonely hearts resort to throwing anti-Valentine’s Day parties. I’ve seen invitations that declare, “Love Sucks,” “Love Bites,” and “Love Stinks, Let’s Drink.”
     Well, in my opinion, those parties just create a lot of negative energy. So, that’s not for me. Instead, I look forward to February 15th, when chocolate is half-price.

     What I am challenging you to do this year is to remember your friends on Valentine’s Day.

     I am not saying you have to run out and buy everyone flowers, candy or a card. Although those would be nice, and I would never turn them down. But a simple text, phone call or shout out on Facebook could really brighten someone’s day.

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     Be a good friend this Valentine’s Day, and share the love!

Copyright © 2016 by Suzanne Purewal

When Will I Be Loved?

broken-heart-clip-art-635689     Whether you prefer the Everly Brothers’ version or Linda Ronstadt’s version of the song, the question remains the same—when will I be loved?

     Originally, this was slated to be my very last “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” article. I even completely cancelled my Match subscription. But, life happened as I was making plans, and I had to change the title, the content, and sadly, the ending.

     First up was a bachelor who proudly proclaimed he was into minimalistic living.
     I replied, “Okay. I can deal with that. I don’t need a bunch of electronic gadgets or toys. I’m content with what I have now.”
     Then he declared, “I will never live in a house again. Ever.”
     At first, I thought he was kidding. I laughed. “But if the woman you married had a house, then you could move into her house.”
     “No. I will never live in a house again, no matter who owns it.”
     Huh? He can’t be serious. “So, you’d rather pay rent and have nothing to show for it? Even if you have a viable alternative?”
     “I’m committed to minimalistic living.”
     At that point, he showed me a picture of the living space in his apartment. There was one chair and a lamp. That’s it. Nothing else. I’m assuming there was a bed somewhere. Perhaps not.
     I commented, “There’s no place for visitors to sit.”
     “I don’t want visitors. Ever.”
     Shaking my head in disbelief, I said, “I have visitors a few times a year.”
     “No. I won’t allow visitors.”
     “It’s just my parents.”
     “No. Visitors don’t ever leave.”
     “My parents do. They have busy social lives. They don’t want to stay here.”
     “No. No visitors ever.”
     “They’re my parents.”
     “No. No exceptions.”
     Then, he finally admitted that he was unemployed. That might explain the whole minimalistic living thing. It was more out of necessity than principle.
     Don’t get me wrong, I believe there are times in one’s life where living in an apartment or a condo makes sense. I’m not at that point yet. I like the peace, quiet, and privacy of a house. No noise from upstairs or downstairs neighbors. I like independent living. Thank you, very much.

     My next suitor was a daredevil and a party animal. He was the most ruggedly handsome guy I had agreed to meet thus far. He entertained me with lots of stories about drinking, drugs, and death-defying feats. I could have done without some of the drinking and drug stories. However, the daredevil stories were fascinating. I was impressed he’d lived this long. But I am not looking for Evil Knievel.

     The gentleman who followed was the polar opposite of Mr. Knievel. He was nice, polite, and conservative. But he was as boring as they come. I do not go on dates to hear myself talk. I want the guy to tell me about himself, engage in a conversation. How can I get to know someone if he does not speak? He was the king of awkward silences. Check, please!

     Next up was a bachelor who had interesting ideas concerning food. He was thinking about becoming a vegetarian. That’s fine with me, although, I would not become one myself. Granted, I do not eat a lot of meat. But every once and awhile, I need a nice juicy steak!
     As the conversation progressed, he said, “If we live together, you can’t have chocolate or sweets in the house.”
     Wait. What? I can’t have chocolate in my own house?
     I pictured myself sneaking out of the house under the cover of darkness. I would wear a black trench coat and escape to a clandestine meeting with a perfect, medium-cooked filet mignon and a warm, gooey, decadent chocolate dessert.
     My car’s glove box would be under lock and key. I would have installed a temperature controlling device to prevent my Hershey’s bars (with almonds) from becoming misshapen melted blobs. Oh the humanity!

     Lest I forget, let me throw in a not-so-random observation. Fall must be the time of year for men to be exhausted and take mandatory naps. Three, count them, three different guys fell asleep during dates while watching movies. I am not referring to a quick head nod. I am talking about deep sleep, complete with snoring. Hard to discuss the movie afterward when one of us slept through it. Anyway…

     Late in the year, I thought I had finally found “The One.” He was everything I had dreamed about and prayed for. He was good-looking, kind, fun-loving, generous, and financially secure, among other things. And did I mention he was hot? God had finally answered my prayers.
     I liked his kids, and they liked me. And I quote, “She is the best one we’ve ever met.”
     High praise coming from a teen and pre-teen. When they hugged me, they meant it. They were not giving me the “I’m being forced to hug you” type of hugs. They were great kids. Everything was picture perfect.
     The two of us went on a vacation. It was fantastic, and we had a great time. Or so I thought.
     A few days after we returned, he called me on the phone and broke up with me. Just like that. Out of the blue. No indication of any issue or problem prior to the phone call.
     He said, “You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t say or do anything wrong. It’s me. I haven’t been in a relationship in a long time. I thought I was ready. But I’m not. I’m sorry.”
     Stunned and dumbfounded, I asked, “Do you want to slow things down and not see each other as much?”
     His answer was plain and simple. “No. I just want to end it. I’m sorry.”
     I will spare you the crying details and the amount of Kleenex I went through.
     So, here I sit with a broken heart. Again.

     As I mentioned in the beginning, this was intended to be the last article in my dating series. I completely cancelled my Match membership because we had discussed marriage.
     I apologize to you, dear readers. There’s no way for me to make the last section funny and entertaining. Because it’s not.
     However, I am choosing to look at the bright side. The relationship was wonderful while it lasted. And I got a really great vacation out of it.
     So, I will leave you with the words of Alfred Lord Tennyson: “‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

Copyright © 2016 by Suzanne Purewal

My Cyber Monday Deal

     It’s that time of year again! If you’re struggling to find a perfect gift from someone who already has everything, then look no further! Signed and dedicated books make great gifts for anyone on your list.

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Suzanne Purewal – Using Adversity To Fuel My Passion

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     I will be appearing at the 66th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds, West Pavilion. I will be signing books every day of the show, running from Wednesday, November 11th through Sunday, November 15th. http://hsishows.com/wp/christmasgiftandhobbyshow/portfolio/authors-schedule/

     I have been called a survivor. While that is true, more importantly, I thrive in the face of adversity. Every author and artist knows that adversity is a necessary evil to the creative process. Our greatest works emanate from the depths within, where the raw emotions reside. I often joke that my autobiography should be entitled, My Life is a Country Song. Defeating cancer, being downsized, and enduring an unexpected divorce were the catalysts that put me on my current path.

     For me, change and major upheaval unleash a wealth of emotions. Granted, darkness rules some writing days. And sometimes characters in my books must die as a result. But if you ask me if a certain character is based on someone I know, I will kindly refer you to the disclaimer on the Copyright Page. You know, where it clearly states:

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

     But I digress…

     However, when dealing with major upheaval, I am also blessed with an awakening that allows a fire to burn within me. It fuels my humorous, sarcastic and unique storytelling style. Simply put, adversity is a gift and a curse.

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     Last month, I released my latest romantic suspense novel, Challenging Destiny! It is the sequel to Embracing Destiny. The exciting adventure continues with some of your favorite characters – Sara Taylor, Joe Lazaro, and everyone’s favorite Italian mother, Rose Lazaro.

     Sara Taylor’s life is finally coming together. She feels at peace. However, Joe stumbles across a clandestine operation. Any leak would put him and his loved ones in danger. Still reeling from his discovery, a secret from Joe’s past rears its ugly head. Then the unthinkable happens – the worlds collide. Will this battle bring Sara and Joe closer together? Or will they become collateral damage in the fallout?

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     My first romantic suspense novel, Embracing Destiny, follows Sara Taylor – a woman standing at a crossroad. An unexpected event sets her on a journey. Outside forces intervene, and danger lurks in every shadow.

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     My poetry book, From 14 to 41, contains soulful poems that capture the essence of life. A blend of love, loss, whimsical and inspirational pieces, readers are drawn in as the raw emotions leap from the pages.

     My blog, the one you are currently reading, Pursuing My Passion, is an outlet for my unique storytelling style, sense of humor and sarcastic wit. The most popular posts are from my “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” dating series. The entries are all true stories based on my online dating adventures on Match.com. I have been credited with saving several marriages. Readers confessed that they returned to counseling after reading my blog. I am happy that my life experiences entertain and have a positive impact as well.

     My work has appeared in The Polk Street Review and in An Evening with the Writing Muse.

     I am the coordinator for the Local Authors’ booth for the Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. So, if you are an Indiana author and would like to participate next year, please let me know. As soon as this year’s show closes, I will be accepting applications for next year’s show.

     My website was recently updated, so if you haven’t checked it out yet, you can do it now! http://www.suzannepurewal.com

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Here is the link to purchase my books: http://www.suzannepurewal.com/books.html

Kindle versions of Embracing Destiny and Challenging Destiny are available on Amazon

Local Authors at the 66th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show

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     This year, we will be showcasing the most diverse group of local authors to ever be featured at the 66th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show! Our authors are offering everything from children’s books to fantasy, faith-based non-fiction, historical fiction, mystery, paranormal, poetry, romance, science fiction, sports, suspense, and more!

     And in a show first—authors will be reading excerpts from their books each and every day of the show. So not only will you be able to buy personalized, autographed books, but you will be experiencing the authors’ works, and in many instances, their characters, in the authors’ own voices!

     The show runs from Wednesday, November 11th – Sunday, November 15th, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds, West Pavilion.

     Here’s a link to check out the show times and show features. http://hsishows.com/wp/christmasgiftandhobbyshow/

     I will be posting articles on all of the authors this week. So, check back often to learn more about the authors and the exciting books they will have for sale.

     Here are the authors who will be appearing at this year’s show:

     Max Bear with Kris Ball
     Joel P. Blum – The Screbus, A Master of Disguise
     Tia Catalina
     M. Katherine Clark
     Hans Cummings
     A.D. Ellis
     Terry Hutchens
     Jillian Jacobs
     Madalyn S. Kinsey
     Nicole Kobrowski
     George Kramer
     Debra Knapp – Muscle Re-Education Specialist
     Kurt A. Meyer
     Kenzie Michaels
     Roxy Morgan
     Sarah E. Morin
     Angela Nuttle – The Corporate Talent Expert
     Cynthia Port
     Suzanne Purewal
     Francesca Quarto
     Shawn Reilly
     Denise M. Rezsonya
     Kate SeRine
     Julee Sims
     Morgan K. Wyatt and Rayna Noire
     Cy Wyss

     Celebrate the creativity of your community, and support your local authors at Booth #303!

Introducing My Romantic Suspense Novel—Challenging Destiny!

Slide1     The wait is finally over!

     I am pleased to announce that my romantic suspense novel, Challenging Destiny, is being released on Saturday, October 10th!

     Buy it in person or online at http://www.suzannepurewal.com.

     Challenging Destiny is the sequel to my first romantic suspense novel, Embracing Destiny. The exciting adventure continues with some of your favorite characters—Sara Taylor, Joe Lazaro, and everyone’s favorite Italian mother, Rose Lazaro.

     Sara Taylor is taking control of her life. Happiness abounds as she finalizes the plans of her dream wedding to her longtime love, Joe Lazaro. Sara’s life is finally coming together. For the first time, she feels content and at peace.
     Joe Lazaro wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with his true love, Sara. However, he stumbles across a dangerous undercover operation. Any leak would put his life in peril as well as the lives of his family members and friends.
     Still reeling over the clandestine discovery, a secret from Joe’s past rears its ugly head. Then the unthinkable happens—the worlds collide.
     Will this battle bring Sara and Joe closer together? Or will they become collateral damage in the fallout?

     There is only one way to find out!

     Buy your personalized, autographed copy of Challenging Destiny during its debut signing event this Saturday.

Saturday, October 10, 2015
9:30 A.M. – 12:30 P.M.
Hamilton East Public Library
5 Municipal Drive
Fishers, IN 46038

     If you can’t make the event, here is a list of more signing events coming up.

Saturday, October 24, 2015
10:00 A.M. – 5:00 P.M.
Shop ‘Til You Drop
Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church
3500 W. 106th Street
Carmel, IN 46032

Wednesday, November 11, 2015 – Sunday, November 15, 2015
66th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show
Wednesday and Thursday, 10:00 A.M. – 8:00 P.M.
Friday, 10:00 A.M. – 9:00 P.M.
Saturday, 3:30 P.M. – 9:00 P.M.
Sunday, 10:00 A.M. – 5:00 P.M.
Indiana State Fairgrounds
West Pavilion
1202 East 38th Street
Indianapolis, IN 46205

Saturday, December 5, 2015
8:00 A.M. – 4:00 P.M.
Cornerstone Christian’s Christmas Breakfast & Bazaar
3717 E 300 S
Kokomo, IN 46902

     I will be adding more events before the end of the year. So, check the Calendar Page for future dates. If you can’t wait, you can buy it online at http://www.suzannepurewal.com.

     I am thrilled to be able to share this second book in the Destiny series with all of you. And I am busy writing the third and final novel of this series, Manifesting Destiny. It will be released in 2016!
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     Thank you to my family, friends, and my loyal readers! You have made it possible for me to keep pursuing my passion and following my dreams!

Copyright © 2015 by Suzanne Purewal

It’s Hard to Be Arm Candy

     Welcome to the next installment of “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched.” Today’s story involves a bachelor about whom you have already read. I believed he was worth a second chance. However, that chance was short-lived. It was nice while it lasted.
     In life, timing is everything. Right now, he admitted his schedule is not conducive to dating. That is a gross understatement. And so, he broke my already-wounded heart.
     I will not say anything bad about him. He is a great guy, and he apologized. We are still friends. So this article is more about my experience at this party than about him.
     I never revealed to him how I felt. So, it might surprise him if he reads this. As the saying goes, if you don’t have something nice to say, then don’t say anything at all. But, hell, I write a blog, so I have to write something!
     This bachelor and I attended a large social function together. The food was fantastic, and the live band was really good.
     As the event progressed, everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time. Everyone except for me, that is.
     Let’s say this event was industry-specific. And honestly, it is a field in which I have little interest. Normally, I would make small talk. That’s easy enough to do, right? People are people. Lord knows I can talk about anything. However, the other attendees were not into small talk. They were laser-focused on their field. Period.
     When I was introduced to people, they seemed disinterested since I was not part of their “inner circle.” The only question I received from a few of them was, “Do you have any children?” When I answered, “No,” that was the end of the conversation. Seriously. End of conversation. They turned to engage someone else in a discussion. Time is money. Money is time.
     What planet am I on that the only question anyone wants to ask me is that one? I have no children. Ergo, I am not worth talking to. Yikes!
     I have a lot to offer, thank you, very much. I have plenty to say and have a myriad of great stories, just ask me something else. Anything else!
     I felt as if I had developed a superpower instantaneously—I became totally invisible! Since I did not add any perceived value, I was not worth their time.
     Mind you, I had an opinion of what they were discussing, but since I was not a player, my opinion would not have mattered. So, I kept my mouth shut. Picture that if you can.
     For some time, I smiled and paid attention to the discussion. However, as time wore on, I surrendered. I allowed my mind to wander as I smiled and nodded at what seemed appropriate times.
     I watched a child torment a bug in the grass. I saw an older man nod off, only to have his wife poke him and wake him up. I watched one of the waiters fill cups of lemonade and iced tea and line them up on a table. He dutifully replaced them when a guest would walk off with one. There were twenty-one cups. I wondered why he did not choose an even number.
     I spotted a trail that went off into a wooded area. I desperately wanted to slip away and explore where the path led. But I decided that would be in bad form. Instead, I remained glued to my seat.
     Then, I counted the tent poles and estimated the tent to be approximately 1300 ft x 40 ft. I did not hazard a guess on height because of the varying heights from the edges to the center. If I had a pen and paper, I might have been able to figure it out mathematically. Not. I was not that bored!
     In all of my forty-six years, this is the first time I have ever been excluded to the point that I felt like arm candy.
     Good Lord, being arm candy is a tough job! I had no idea! And I didn’t even suffer through a boob job, tanning sessions, liposuction, or Botox injections.
     As a child, my parents always told me I could do anything. Well, I learned in first grade that I would never be a gymnast or an athlete of any kind. Obviously, over the years, I discovered other things I could not or would not do. Being arm candy just got added to the list. Pole dancer is on that list too. But I will save that story for my next blog article.

Copyright © 2015 by Suzanne Purewal

Featuring Photographer Michael Ahlrichs

     Today I am featuring a guest blogger, photographer Michael Ahlrichs. I recently came across some of his work and found it to be breathtaking. I asked him if I could feature him and he agreed. I hope you check out his work at http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/michael-ahlrichs.html or on Instagram https://instagram.com/michael_ahlrichs/

     This is one of my favorite photos in his collection. It’s entitled, Divine Reflection. divine-reflection-michael-ahlrichs

     Here is Michael’s story in his own words.

     As an iPhone photographer, I am compelled to tell a narrative, a representation of my recent journey in life. My story documents a path that has taken me from hopelessness and despair, fueled by addiction, to a being whose life has blossomed into one of joy, hope and restored faith in God.

     God has breathed new life in me, a divine spark. He has inspired my eyes and my spirit. Through this transformative nudge from God, I have the desire and responsibility to explore the beauty of His divine tapestry, and capture it through my lens.

     My photography was once a solitary practice, fearful of judgment and inferiority. Through my awakening, I now believe that my talents and experiences are intended to be shared, and maybe even offer hope to someone else who may be struggling.

     Now that my eyes and spirit have been awakened, my faith restored, and my addiction and fear overcome, I share with you my journey through my lens.

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It’s the last call on my ride with chaos. What have I done, concocting my life in this giant, rusted tumbler?

Awakened

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The gates have opened; it’s time to cross the threshold. My dreams are now accessible. With my mind, body and spirit arisen from the nightmare, clarity and purpose lie ahead.

The Path

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A beautiful garden awaits me if I merely follow the path. Peace and serenity are steps away.

The Promises

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I have faith that this is the right path. I follow this path so that I may continue to be happy, joyous and free. It is a glorious and inspiring path, full of miracles.

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     To discuss my IPhone photography techniques or my recovery, you may contact me at michael.ahlrichs@gmail.com.

My Big, Fat Greek Tragedy

MasksComedyTragedy     If there was any doubt that my life is a Greek tragedy in the making, this episode of “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” should solidify the notion in everyone’s minds.
     This installment’s bachelor is a well-known businessman in this area. So, all I will say is that he was in his early 50s and had blond hair and blue eyes.
     Initially, when he contacted me, I turned him down. One of the descriptors in his Match profile did not sit right with me. And I explained in my reply that descriptor was why I was turning him down.
     He wrote me a long email in return, clarifying his position and dispelling any incorrect impressions I had. His arguments were good ones. So, I agreed to talk to him.
     We talked and hit it off. We wanted to meet. However, he was in Florida vacationing with his kids. We would meet when he returned. Despite him being on vacation, we spoke every day.
     Then, my dad had a heart attack. So, I was driving to New York as this intriguing man was about to drive back to Indiana.
     God just loves messing with me.
     My potential suitor understood, and we kept talking on the phone.
     Finally, we were in the same city at the same time. So, after talking for almost three weeks, we met for dinner. We got along splendidly. Our likes and dislikes were the same in just about all areas, including politics and religion. That, in and of itself, was amazing.
     He grew up on the East Coast, just like me. Loved to travel. Loved live theater and musicals! Yes, musicals! Where had he been hiding all of this time?
     Well, most of the time, he was working, networking or attending his kids’ activities. He had the busiest calendar I had ever seen. He could not plan out more than a week ahead because meetings and events were constantly being added to his schedule by his assistant and his kids. But he swore he would make time for me. And he did try.
     In the days that followed, we talked for hours on end, about everything and anything. The conversation never got stale or boring. The more we got to know one another, the more perfect we seemed for each other. The similarities were uncanny.
     Drinking and smoking were not issues. Awesome!
     His children were older. Another bonus.
     He had no pets and had no intention of ever owning one. Thank you, Jesus!
     Pinch me already!
     Anyway, everything was going pretty well until it was time to meet his friends. That’s when the bottom dropped out.
     While Mr. Seemingly-Perfect did not have any pets, every single one of his friends did. These friends were his work colleagues as well as his personal friends. He spent almost all of his time with these people. And from what he told me about them, they were the best friends a person could ask for. I’m sure I would have agreed.
     But the conundrum was that they all entertained in their houses. You know, where the animals lived.
     If you have not read my previous posts on the subject, my allergic reaction to animals is anaphylactic. So, I can not be around animals. Extended exposure to them could literally kill me.
     Meeting his friends out at a restaurant would have been fine. I suggested that. But in the long run, that would not have been feasible or sustainable, as they all loved to entertain at their homes. Each had an elaborate backyard oasis, fire pit, and/or boat, etc.
     Then there was his buddy’s lake house. I absolutely love lake houses because I love sitting by a lake, looking out at the water and listening to the water lap up on the shore. And there’s nothing quite like watching the sun rise or set over the water.
     That’s one of the biggest things I miss about living in New York. I really miss being close to a large body of water. Growing up minutes from Lake Ontario was a luxury I did not fully appreciate until I moved to Indiana, land of small, man-made lakes. But I digress…
     Alas, there were always animals at his buddy’s lake house. The owner brought his pets and allowed everyone to bring their pets too. Well, just shoot me now and put me out of my misery.
     I could not in good conscience ask him to pick between me and his friends. He’s known some of them for over twenty years. If I kept him from them, he would become resentful. And I would feel guilty.
     And if he always went over to his friends’ houses and to the lake house without me, I would become resentful. And presumably, he would feel guilty.
     We discussed the situation rationally. No compromise was suitable, and he picked his friends.
     I will not lie. I am extremely disappointed. But let’s face it; I could never compete with them, the lifestyle to which he had grown accustomed, the boats and the lake house.
     How pitiful is that? We can’t have a relationship because of other people’s pets.
     Heavy sigh.
     Animals are truly the bane of my existence.

Copyright © 2015 by Suzanne Purewal

Dysfunctional Dates Abound

dysfunction     This is another dysfunctional installment of my online dating series, “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched.” Polite social interaction appears to be going the way of the dodo bird. There is no good way to ease into this, so, let’s jump right in!

     The first bachelor, a 54-year-old IT professional, passed the email test, but failed the phone conversation test miserably. During the course of the conversation, he brought up the subject of sex.
     He clearly stated his view on the subject, and I quote, “By the third date, a woman should be ready to give up the goods.”
     Where do I start with this? Even if this guy bought me three very expensive dinners at St. Elmo’s, I would not consider that appropriate criteria to have sex.
     And goods??? I’m sure he would have wanted the entire package of “goods and services.” Let’s face it, in the sex department, the goods aren’t quite as enjoyable without the accompanying services.
     Nevertheless, this girl and her “goods and services” are worth a lot more than three dinners, even if decadent desserts are included!

     Next up was a 52-year-old executive at a large company in Indianapolis. He actually passed the phone interview, but live, he was a completely different person.
     I have nicknamed him, “The Negative Bachelor.” The restaurant was too warm. The fire made the air too dry. He asked the waiter questions about the precise origin of the seafood. The poor kid had no idea.
     Dude, if you want the salmon, order the freaking salmon.
     Then he substituted the sides. Not because of an allergy or health reason, but because, “the chef obviously doesn’t know how to pair sides with entrees.”
     When the food arrived, he complained that his potatoes were too lumpy. The carrots were too soft, the squash was too hard. His chardonnay was not as good as the chardonnay he had last week.
     My mahi-mahi, wherever it was from, was fantastic. I loved my lumpy mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables.
     To my surprise, he insisted on ordering dessert. Why? I don’t know. He did not enjoy the rest of the meal. So, I did not understand why he wanted to perpetuate the experience. He ordered cheesecake.
     Guess how that turned out.
     It was not as good as the cheesecake he had had in New York City the previous month.
     I gazed into the fire, which under different circumstances might have been romantic, and attempted to drown myself in the chocolate dessert I ordered. It was delicious. I scraped my plate to savor every drop of chocolatey goodness. Alas, not even the chocolate could make up for the bad company.

     A well-intentioned friend set me up on a blind date with a guy she knew. He was my age, and he looked okay in a picture she showed me.
     He walked into the restaurant wearing a baseball hat, chomping on a piece of gum. The hat never left his head. And the gum chewing was distracting, to say the least. Finally, he took the gum out of his mouth. My praise to God was short-lived.
     There are a myriad of things you can do to dispose of chewed gum. You could dispose of it prior to meeting your date for the first time. Or, you could excuse yourself to the men’s room and throw it away in there. Or, you could dispose of it in a napkin.
     Did he do any of those? Unfortunately, no.
     Instead, he removed the gum from his mouth and stuck it on the side of his drinking glass. Then, he proceeded to play with the gum like it was Silly Putty. And when he was finished eating, wait for it — he put that same piece of gum back into his mouth.
     I can only imagine that the look on my face mirrored the utter and complete dismay and disgust I felt. Too bad no one took a picture of me. It would have brilliantly captured that Kodak moment for sure.

     Moving on to a seemingly, happy-go-lucky bachelor of 50 years. He readily admitted that his mood was due to his habitual pot usage.
     Ugh. “I don’t do drugs, and I don’t want to be around anyone who does.”
     “I’ve been doing it for as long as I remember. But for you, I’d give it up.”
     Uh huh. “Sure.”
     Then with his next breath, he said, “You should try it though. You’ll like it. It will make you more creative.”
     I refused, “No. I have no desire to. Never have, never will. I’m creative enough.”
     “It will make you more creative than you ever imagined. You don’t know what you’re missing. All the great artists do it.”
     “I’m not missing anything.”
     “You know, sex is only good if you get high beforehand.”
     What??? “If you have to get high to enjoy sex, you’re not doing it right.”

     So far this year, there has been a plethora of overbearing, controlling bachelors. All of the men were in their fifties. Yeah, I was on an older guy run for some time. I ran out of forty-somethings without any pets. I am not sure if the over-fifty statistic has anything to do with it, or if it was just coincidence.
     The common theme was the men telling me all of the things that I should and/or need to do. Here are a few, in no particular order.

     “You need to learn to play golf.”
     “I’m not really interested in golf. I have other interests. It’s great that you play golf with your college buddies so often.”
     “You need to learn. I play golf, so you need to play.”
     “We have different interests. We don’t have to do everything together.”
     “Yes, we do.”
     Thinking he was joking, I laughed and responded, “No, we don’t. But I could drive the golf cart.”
     Sternly and slowly, he said, “You’re not hearing me.”
     Oh yes, I am, Mr. Control Freak. Yikes!

     “You should join my gym. It’s the best one in the city.”
     “I exercise at home.”
     “That’s not good enough. You need to join the gym, so you can get buff.”
     “I’m happy with my body the way it is.”
     “You have areas of your body that need improvement.”
     Excuse me???
     I will be the first one to admit my body is not perfect. But I do not need a man telling me that my body needs improvement on a first date.

     “You should wear higher heels.”
     “I’m comfortable in these.”
     “I like higher heels.”
     Then you wear them. “These are the highest ones I have.”
     “You need to buy higher ones. You’d look sexier.”
     I laughed, “Trust me, I wouldn’t. I am not graceful in four-inch heels.”
     Looking at me very intensely, he whispered, “Babe, your feet would never touch the floor. Ever.”
     Not exactly appropriate first date conversation. And I hate being called, “Babe.”

     “I want to throw you on the back of my Harley and head down to Brown County.”
     “Brown County is beautiful, but I don’t ride motorcycles.”
     “You just need to try it.”
     “Already tried it. I rode on one once. I didn’t like it at all. I won’t do it again.”
     “I’ll change your mind. Guaranteed.”
     “Sorry, you won’t. I like road trips in a car. Those are fun – rain or shine.”
     “You’re just a stuck-up bitch, aren’t you?”
     Heavy sigh.

     These examples are just the tip of the iceberg. Time and time again, polite conversation is nowhere to be found. And men continually attempt to pressure me to do something I am not interested in doing.
     Why do these men feel as if they have to force women to do or like everything they do? I am sure Dr. Phil has done plenty of shows on this subject. But it still baffles me.
     I do not try to force my interests and hobbies on anyone. I would never dream of it. We are all individuals. We do not have to be identical on everything.
     Potential mates should have similar mindsets. That way, we can appreciate each other’s likes and dislikes to discover things to do together as a couple.
     The problem with online dating algorithms is that they can not analyze mindsets. Hence, my ongoing conundrum.

Copyright © 2015 by Suzanne Purewal
     

Zionsville Author Fair – Saturday, April 11, 2015

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     Come join us this Saturday, April 11, 2015, from 2:00 P.M. – 4:30 P.M., at the Hussey-Mayfield Public Library in Zionsville, Indiana.

     The library is located at 250 N. Fifth Street, Zionsville, IN 46077.

     We have a great local author line-up with a wide variety of book genres, from children’s books to romance to memoirs. There is definitely something for everyone in the whole family.

     Please click on the following link if you are going to attend. Organizers would like an approximate headcount. Refreshments will be served.
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What a Transformation!

d125032c974831bfece776441f888bd1     I am pleased to post my wedding gown transformation article courtesy of the wonderful non-profit, Little Angel Gowns. And it just so happens to coincide with their one year anniversary! Happy Anniversary, Little Angel Gowns!

     If you missed my first article on Little Angel Gowns, the organization works with hospital bereavement programs to provide burial gowns and pouches to grieving families.

     The gowns and pouches are made from wedding gowns, formal dresses and first communion dresses.

     They are funded solely by donations and work on a volunteer basis. Each gown is individually wrapped in tissue and presented to families by the medical team caring for their baby.

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     My old wedding gown was transformed into several beautiful angel gowns. I am humbled and honored to post the pictures of the transformation process.

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     If you haven’t done so, please consider getting involved with this organization and the services it provides.

     There are so many ways for you to get involved. Obviously, you can donate a gown, or gowns, in the case you have a closet bursting with bridesmaids dresses you’ll never wear again. Don’t have a gown? Don’t fret! You can donate your time, supplies or sewing skills. Volunteers are always needed.

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     Several events have been planned for this year, including an Indianapolis Southside Harley-Davidson sponsored event, “On the Wings of Angels” Charity Motorcycle Ride. It will be held on Saturday, July 25, 2015. Here is the link for the event. https://www.facebook.com/events/420371818123709/

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     If you’re interested in helping them celebrate the invaluable work they do, join them for their one year anniversary party on Sunday, April 19, 2015, here’s the link: https://www.facebook.com/events/827184384020094/

     To learn more about Little Angel Gowns or to get involved, check them out on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/littleangelgowns?fref=ts or on their website: http://www.littleangelgowns.org/

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Little Angel Gowns’ Weekend Volunteer Retreat

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     Looking for something to do this weekend? Look no further!
     Little Angel Gowns is looking for volunteers this weekend to help with every part of the process.
     There will be food, fun and entertainment.
     Please take some time to help this worthy cause!
     I’ve copied the information from their FB Page below. https://www.facebook.com/events/867875926588433/

Weekend Volunteer Retreat!!

We will host a weekend retreat on February 20- 22, 2015.
We will start at 6:00 pm on Friday, Feb 20 and will go until 3:00 pm on Sunday, Feb 22.

The weekend retreat will take place at our office:
6075 Lakeside Blvd, Indianapolis, IN 46278

We are looking for anyone that would like to volunteer in the following capacity:
– Sew gowns
– Take gowns apart
– Prep and draw out patterns on gowns
– Take pics of before and after gowns
– Organize inventory

* Making Hairbows to sell at events.
* Scrapbooking
* Making jewelry bracelets for the mom of the baby

We will provide food, games, giveaways… it will be a FUN weekend.

** If you are going to sew we ask that you bring your sewing machine and supplies.

On Saturday night at 6pm we will host a fun comedy session.

Slapdash Comedy Group is an Indianapolis based group of performers who specialize in improvisational comedy and laughs of all types! Alexandra, Grant, Maddie & Chris have background ranging from The Odeon Society to improv courses at ComedySportz. As part of the audience you will become part of the troupe!

If you are interested, please select the TICKETS link that follows and sign up for the day/time you would like to volunteer. https://www.eventbrite.com/e/weekend-volunteer-retreat-tickets-15591185656

Thank you!
~ The Little Angel Gowns Team

Just Say, “No!”

no     Welcome to my first 2015 installment of my online dating series, “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched.” According to online dating statistics, January 4th is the biggest sign-up day for their sites. That gave me a new glimmer of hope. Although, so far, Indianapolis’ bachelors seem to be singing the same old song – same tune, just different words.

     The initial contact email from one guy read, “My view of your profile indicates we are a 97% match. If we were any more alike, you would have strong biceps and I would have boobs.”
     I have to assume he thought I would find that funny. He guessed wrong. I could not find words to reply. I take that back. I did have words. I just did not want to engage him in conversation. Any guy that uncouth in an introductory email did not deserve a reply.

     A retired sales executive, who was out of my desired age range, contacted me and said he did not have pets and thought we were a perfect match. His profile indicated he was a cigar aficionado and ultimate sun worshiper. So, I had my doubts.
     Among other questions, I inquired, “How often do you smoke?”
     He replied, “I don’t smoke. Well, occasionally, a stogie and of course pot.”
     Of course pot???
     This is not Colorado or Amsterdam, the last time I checked. This man was in his late 50s. He was not some punk kid or Olympian gold medalist, Michael Phelps.
     “I don’t do drugs and will not date anyone who does. So if getting high is part of your life, then this is where our conversation ends.”
     And that was the end of that.

     The next bachelor’s email claimed he was a gemologist from New York City. He went on about how the family business takes him all over the world.
     Not interested, I replied, “You live over 700 miles away. So I’m not sure why you’re looking in Indiana. Logistically, it doesn’t make any sense. I’m not looking for a long distance relationship.”
     “If I find the right woman, I shall relocate to be closer to her or even live in the same house with her.”
     Oh, I bet you would like living off of a woman, wouldn’t you?
     “No. Best of luck to you.”
     “It will interest you to know that I have been thinking of you all day and I really want this to work between us and as of the distance that shouldn’t be a problem because like I said earlier that I shall be relocating closer to you. All what I need now to bail myself out of financial struggle is just 25,000 dollars and I have 21,000 already what I need is 4000 can you help me YES or NO no long mails and explanation.”
     “NO!”
     Wow! It’s bad enough that he was trying to swindle me out of money, but to demand an answer immediately, with no explanation, that’s so ridiculous. Apparently, he was an impatient thief and did not want to waste time if he wasn’t going to get a payoff. I hoped I would not hear from this scammer again. No such luck.
      “Why the silent? A friend in salt lake want to transfer me money into account but I can not access my account here so I was thinking if they can transfer the money into your account when you get it, you will send it to me using western union the amount is about 5000 or 6000 can you help me? I need money urgently here in Turkey to get out of here.”
     Turkey can have you!
     The fatal flaw in this scammer’s logic is that the friend could send the money via Western Union. I think it could be a ring of foreign thieves because the English in the initial communication was good. It went downhill with each subsequent exchange. Who knows.
     It worries me that some people might be gullible enough to fall for this scam. I reported him, but his profile and any trace of him were gone.
     Beware of low-life scammers! They are everywhere!

     After talking for the good part of a week, I went to dinner with a project manager from the south side of Indianapolis. I liked that he preferred talking to texting. I found that encouraging. When we met, I realized he was a little bit country, and I was a little bit rock and roll. He seemed uncomfortable and out of his element at the restaurant. But he was polite, and we had a nice time. I was hemming and hawing about whether to go on another date with him.
     The following day, I received a text from an unknown number.
     “Why the f*** do you have my f***ing number saved? Get out of here and leave me and him’s relationship ALONE. Bye now.”
     It was followed by an emoticon of an expressive hand. Use your imagination.
     Huh? Nice mouth! And me and him’s??
     I felt bad for the poor, functionally illiterate woman with the cheating boyfriend.
     Believing it was a wrong number, I replied, “I have no idea who you are or who you’re talking about. I think you have the wrong number.”
     No response.
     About an hour later, I got a call from the guy. “I’m sorry, but I’m not over my ex. Just wanted to let you know. I’m gonna take myself off Match. I shouldn’t date until I’m over her. Sorry.”
     Are you kidding me?
     Maybe it wasn’t a wrong number after all. I could not believe it. The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I became. He used me to make his ex jealous. Wow! That was a new low.

     The next bachelor also liked talking on the phone. We met at a café. He appeared nervous and claimed he had butterflies in his stomach about meeting me or possibly it was a lactose intolerance problem. Okay, no big deal.
     However, about an hour into our conversation, which was pretty one-sided, he departed for the bathroom. Upon returning, he announced he was really sick, the “I need to spend the day in the bathroom” kind of sick. He confessed he had been ill since the previous day.
     I wished him well, literally, and we parted ways.
     What kind of person shows up sick to a first date? It was a complete and utter lack of respect and common courtesy.
     People, if you are sick, stay home and reschedule!
     He contacted me days later to say that he did not remember anything about our date or what we discussed. He said he remembered he liked me and my cleavage, but that was all. He wanted another date.
     Um, no. My cleavage and I think not.

     I have no rational explanation for why the men in this area are so relationship-challenged. If anyone has a theory, then I’m all ears. Better yet, if you know of a decent single guy, send him my way. The Law of Averages dictates there has to be some decent guys out there somewhere!

Copyright © 2015 by Suzanne Purewal

February Dress Drive to Benefit Little Angel Gowns

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They work with hospital bereavement programs to provide burial gowns and pouches to grieving families. These gowns and pouches are made from wedding gowns, formal dresses and first communion dresses.

They are funded solely by donations and work on a volunteer basis. Each gown is individually wrapped in tissue and presented to families by the medical team caring for their baby.

I recently donated my wedding gown to this wonderful organization. I will be documenting my dress’ journey through the process. I ask that you consider donating your gowns for this worthy cause.
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If you do not have a gown to donate, they need supplies and volunteers to organize and sew.

To learn more about this generous organization, click on this link to their website http://www.littleangelgowns.org/

They also have a Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/littleangelgowns.

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This is the information that is posted on their Facebook page concerning the February Dress Drive:

We have had so many of you ask if you could host a dress drive in your local towns, groups, organizations, church groups, work places, and so forth.

During the month of February we will host a LOVE DRESS DRIVE.

We encourage you to create a dress drive in your area with your friends, family or co-workers. Collect all of the gowns you can and then donate them to our organization by the end of February.

The dresses will need to be dropped off or shipped to our office location: 6075 Lakeside Blvd, Indianapolis, IN 46278

* The dresses do not need to be cleaned.

* You can cut a 4×4 square inch of your gown to keep.

* All gowns must have the ‘donation gown form’ pinned to the gown.
Please print: http://media.wix.com/ugd/e335e5_c14ca46d8e0a41a0a5d1ea82720dcb2f.pdf

If you have any questions regarding the dress drive, feel free to email us or direct message us on FB. Please direct all questions to Jenn as she is coordinating the dress drive.(littleangelgowns@yahoo.com)

February is the month of LOVE and what better way to show your LOVE then by donating your wedding gown.

We provide our complimentary Angel Gowns to families who have lost a baby. We ship gowns anywhere in the USA.

Many Blessings
~ The Little Angel Gowns Team

My Christmas Poem 2014

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     I am sharing my Christmas poem with all of you this year. I started writing an annual Christmas poem in 1997. I wanted to amuse my friends and family while updating them of the year’s events.

     If you have not received one of my Christmas poems before, let me explain a bit about it. The first stanza of the poem deals with world events. Then it’s all about me. My brother and his family follows. My parents’ adventures are next. Then I wrap it up with happy seasonal thoughts.

     Wishing you and your families a very Merry Christmas!

CHRISTMAS 2014

Violence dominated the headlines during every month of this year,
Pausing only slightly during the buzz surrounding Kim Kardashian’s rear.
The Ebola epidemic in Africa continues to create a worldwide stir.
And panic ensued when, in the United States, the disease did occur.
Now bumped from the headlines, it was replaced with a CIA scandal
And the avalanche of cases that Bill Cosby’s lawyers need to handle.

I have been busy writing in all of my spare time,
Mostly novel ideas and an occasional clever rhyme.
Daily, I read through a barrage of Match.com e-mails hoping to find
A man who intrigues me, who appears intelligent and kind.
Ultimately, I resort to eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Could this lucky bachelor be my perfect new beau?
I have prayed to God and even asked Santa for Mr. Right.
Alas, it has not happened. Thus continues my search and plight!

Timmy and Martha moved to the country and have a beautiful view.
Beyond the trees, there’s a boat to paddle around the pond of blue.
Sasha’s daughters, Sophie and Carmen, get bigger every day.
Haily’s first year in college has kept her busy and away.
Devin has his permit and will have his driver’s license soon.
Mychaela has decorated her bedroom to her own happy tune.

The Black Friday deals for flat screens beckoned to Dad.
He yearned to replace the old heavy tv in the bedroom they had.
Mom shook her head. “It’s not something we need.”
So he snuck out alone and discretely committed the deed.
Having a mind of its own, the old tv crashed on the stairs and Dad’s knee.
At that tipping point, it was too late to recover and just let it be.
And so, in a million pieces, it did tumble, crumble and crack.
Apparently, Mom swore while chasing after Dad with a hand-held vac.

May your Christmas be white, once you arrive at your destination.
And may the joy of the season fill your hearts without trepidation.
Be generous and kind to all of the people you meet.
Remember your nice word or smile might make their day complete.
Whether this poem finds you far from home or quite near,
I wish you and your family a Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year!

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

Fifteen on 1/5/15 Giveaway

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     What a wonderful way to start off the New Year! One lucky person will win 15 books by some breakout stars of 2014.

     Enter to win, December 22nd through January 1st. Click here to enter: a Rafflecopter giveaway

     Wondering about the books that you could win?

Insidious by Aleatha Romig
One to Hold by Tia Louise
Last Resort by Kate Roth
Blue Falcon by Tia Catalina
Heartless by Vanessa Marie
Soundless Silence by M. Katherine Clark
Good Karma by Donya Lynne
Waking the Beast by Lacey Thorn
Revealed by Britni Hill
Embracing Destiny by Suzanne Purewal
No Stranger by Anya Breton
For Nicky by A.D. Ellis
The Cheyenne Bride by J.J. Devine
Intoxicated by Jeana E. Mann
Ember’s Center by Jillian Jacobs

     Read all about them by clicking on the links below:

Insidious by Aleatha Romig
http://www.amazon.com/Insidious-Tales-Dark-Aleatha-Romig/dp/0991401182/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077581&sr=1-1&keywords=insidious

One to Hold by Tia Louise
http://www.amazon.com/One-Hold-Tia-Louise/dp/1494469170/ref=sr_1_1_twi_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077616&sr=1-1&keywords=one+to+hold+by+tia+louise

Last Resort by Kate Roth
http://www.amazon.com/Last-Resort-Desire-Book-ebook/dp/B00MQF5LNI/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077668&sr=1-1&keywords=last+resort+kate+roth

Blue Falcon by Tia Catalina
http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Falcon-Tia-Catalina/dp/0990663817/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077722&sr=1-1&keywords=blue+falcon

Heartless by Vanessa Marie
http://www.amazon.com/Heartless-Chasing-Hearts-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00JOVREWS/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077758&sr=1-1&keywords=Heartless+by+vanessa+marie

Soundless Silence by M. Katherine Clark
http://www.amazon.com/Soundless-Silence-Sherlock-Holmes-Novel/dp/0990991504/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077798&sr=1-1&keywords=Soundless+Silence+M%2C+Katherine+Clark

Good Karma by Donya Lynne
http://www.amazon.com/Good-Karma-Strong-1/dp/1938991052/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077844&sr=1-1&keywords=Good+Karma+donya+lynne

Waking the Beast by Lacey Thorn
http://www.amazon.com/Waking-Paranormal-Shapeshifter-Romance-Awakening-ebook/dp/B00JDVWOT2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077886&sr=1-1&keywords=waking+the+beast+lacey+thorn

Revealed by Britni Hill
http://www.amazon.com/Revealed-Western-Palm-Britni-Hill-ebook/dp/B00NLRXP6U/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077924&sr=1-1&keywords=revealed+britni+hill

Embracing Destiny by Suzanne Purewal
http://www.amazon.com/Embracing-Destiny-Suzanne-Purewal-ebook/dp/B009JU0GJW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419077981&sr=1-1&keywords=Embracing+destiny+Suzanne

No Stranger by Anya Breton
http://www.amazon.com/No-Stranger-Anya-Breton-ebook/dp/B00HHIRORA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419078016&sr=1-1&keywords=No+Stranger+Anya+Breton

For Nicky by A.D. Ellis
http://www.amazon.com/Nicky-Torey-Hope-Novel-Book-ebook/dp/B00K02F42M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419078046&sr=1-1&keywords=for+nicky+by+a.d.+ellis

The Cheyenne Bride by J.J. Devine
http://www.amazon.com/Cheyenne-Bride-Western-Romance-ebook/dp/B009OUXZX6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419078084&sr=1-1&keywords=the+cheyenne+bride+j.j.+devine

Intoxicated by Jeana E. Mann
http://www.amazon.com/Intoxicated-Felony-Romance-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00HGVPIGC/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419078169&sr=1-1&keywords=intoxicated+by+jeana+mann

Ember’s Center by Jillian Jacobs
http://www.amazon.com/Embers-Center-O-Line-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00QUAB5QW/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419078208&sr=1-3&keywords=Jillian+Jacobs

The Twelve Days of Christmas, Match.com Style

     Christmas Greetings, dear readers! I was inspired today to write a satirical bit to the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas. I consider this tune to be part of my “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” series. Some material just seems to write itself!

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The Twelve Days of Christmas, Match.com Style

On the first day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
A bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the second day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the third day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the fourth day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Four scary stalkers,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the fifth day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Five narcissistic cads,
Four scary stalkers,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the sixth day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Six months for free,
Five narcissistic cads,
Four scary stalkers,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the seventh day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Seven guys my dad’s age,
Six months for free,
Five narcissistic cads,
Four scary stalkers,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the eighth day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Eight lewd propositions,
Seven dudes my dad’s age,
Six months for free,
Five narcissistic cads,
Four scary stalkers,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the ninth day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Nine fancy dinners,
Eight lewd propositions,
Seven dudes my dad’s age,
Six months for free,
Five narcissistic cads,
Four scary stalkers,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the tenth day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Ten hotties under thirty,
Nine fancy dinners,
Eight lewd propositions,
Seven dudes my dad’s age,
Six months for free,
Five narcissistic cads,
Four scary stalkers,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Eleven filthy pictures,
Ten hotties under thirty,
Nine fancy dinners,
Eight lewd propositions,
Seven dudes my dad’s age,
Six months for free,
Five narcissistic cads,
Four scary stalkers,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, Match did give to me,
Twelve illiterate bumpkins,
Eleven filthy pictures,
Ten hotties under thirty,
Nine fancy dinners,
Eight lewd propositions,
Seven dudes my dad’s age,
Six months for free,
Five narcissistic cads,
Four scary stalkers,
Three not so wise men,
Two heavy drinkers,
And a bachelor with a dog that has fleas!

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

Cyber Monday Book Deals

     Happy Cyber Monday to you all! While you are browsing and purchasing gifts for your loved ones and yourself, remember not to break the bank. Shop smart!

cover_master_1 092810     In that spirit, I am offering the e-book version of my romantic suspense novel, Embracing Destiny, for only $0.99! Here’s the link: http://goo.gl/htnedN

     I am also offering the print copies of Embracing Destiny and my poetry book, From 14 to 41, for a combined total of $14!

     They make great personalized gifts because I can dedicate the books before I ship them. And to top it off, you get Free Shipping too! Here is that link: http://www.suzannepurewal.com/shop.html
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     Happy Cyber Shopping!

Featuring Sports Writer and Author, Terry Hutchens

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     Sports writer and author, Terry Hutchens will be appearing at the The 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. He will be signing books on Friday, November 7th, from 5:30 PM – 9:00 PM.

     Terry is the site publisher for AllHoosiers.com, the Scout.com site that covers Indiana University athletics. He has been in that position since July of 2013. Prior to that, Terry spent the previous 22 years at the Indianapolis Star where he covered IU football and basketball his final 15 seasons at the paper. During that span, Terry was honored as Indiana’s Sportswriter of the Year five times, including four years in a row.

     Terry has written five books, including his latest title, Hoosiers Through and Through, which looks at the top IU basketball players of all time who are from the state of Indiana.

     His other books include: Rising From The Ashes: The Return of Indiana University Basketball, which was published in 2012, Never Ever Quit, in 2009, Hep Remembered, in 2007 and Let ‘Er Rip, in 1995.

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     He also wrote the latest 11 chapters of the update to the Indiana University Basketball Encyclopedia, originally penned by Jason Hiner. Terry also teaches part-time in the IU School of Journalism at Indiana University, in Bloomington, and has done so at either IU Bloomington or IUPUI for the past 15-20 years.

     Terry and his wife Susan live in Indianapolis and have two grown sons. Bryan, 23, graduated from Wabash College and now works for Eli Lilly and Co., and Kevin, 21, is a junior studying Music at Belmont University in Nashville, Tenn.

To learn more about Terry, connect with him:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/FoxSportsHutch
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Terry-Hutchens/e/B001K8KW9A/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1

Local Authors Appearing at The 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show

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     This is the signing schedule for the Local Authors’ Booth at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds, West Pavilion. The street address is: 1202 East 38th Street, Indianapolis, IN 46205.

     Our booth number is #310. We are located in the center aisle, across from Santa and his reindeer.

     I have attached a discount coupon for $3 off admission. It can be used any day of the show. And here is a link to the show’s website: http://hsishows.com/wp/christmasgiftandhobbyshow/

     Please come out and support your local authors! Signed and dedicated books make great Christmas, birthday and other occasion gifts!

Wednesday, November 5th, 10:00 AM – 3:00 PM – M. Katherine Clark, Suzanne Purewal
Wednesday, November 5th, 3:00 PM – 8:00 PM – M. Katherine Clark, Suzanne Purewal

Thursday, November 6th, 10:00 AM – 3:00 PM – Tia Catalina, M. Katherine Clark, Jillian Jacobs, Suzanne Purewal
Thursday, November 6th, 3:00 PM – 8:00 PM – Molly Daniels, Suzanne Purewal

Friday, November 7th, 10:00 AM – 3:30 PM – Kermit N. Paddack, Suzanne Purewal
Friday, November 7th, 3:30 PM – 9:00 PM – Ruth Ann Hanley, Terry Hutchens, Suzanne Purewal, Phillip B. Wilson

Saturday, November 8th, 10:00 AM – 3:30 PM – M. Katherine Clark, Kristen Mott, Phillip B. Wilson
Saturday, November 8th, 3:30 PM – 9:00 PM – Ruth Ann Hanley, Suzanne Purewal, Phillip B. Wilson

Sunday, November 9th, 10:00 AM – 5:00 PM – M. Katherine Clark, Suzanne Purewal, Morgan K. Wyatt

Featuring Romance Author, Poet and Humorist, Suzanne Purewal

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     Yes, I am featuring myself. I have featured all of my fellow authors. Why leave myself out?

     I will be appearing at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. I will be signing books every day of the show, running from Wednesday, November 5th through Sunday, November 9th.

     The Local Authors’ Booth is Booth #310. It is located in the center aisle, across from Santa and his reindeer. The complete signing schedule will be posted on this blog later today.

     I am an author, poet, humorist and motivational speaker. Battling cancer, being downsized and enduring an unexpected divorce have provided ample fuel for my work. You can not control what happens in life, but keeping a healthy outlook is the most important thing you can do for yourself, no matter what the challenge.

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     My romance novel, Embracing Destiny, follows Sara Taylor – a woman standing at a crossroad. An unexpected event sets her on a journey. Outside forces intervene, and danger lurks in every shadow. Although written as a stand-alone novel, the feedback from readers is compelling me to write a sequel. Look for Challenging Destiny to be released in 2015.

     My poetry book, From 14 to 41, contains soulful poems that capture the essence of life. A blend of love, loss, whimsical and inspirational pieces, readers are drawn in as the raw emotions leap from the pages.

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     My blog, the one you are currently reading, Pursuing My Passion, features original work as well as material from guest bloggers following their passions.

     The most popular posts are from my “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” dating series. The entries are all true stories based on my online dating adventures on Match.com. Although I am getting a lot of entertaining and humorous material, I would rather find a decent man!

     My work has appeared in The Polk Street Review and in An Evening with the Writing Muse. I was featured as the Author of the Month in the September/October 2011 issue of Pen It! Magazine.

     I have also been making the rounds on the speaking and lecture circuit. I was the Keynote Speaker at the 2013 LadiesEveningOut Event in Indianapolis. I have been the Featured Author and Speaker at several events in the Indianapolis area, most notably, the 2012 and 2013 Writers’ Conferences. In my spare time, I also conduct various writing and poetry workshops.

     I am a member of The International Women’s Writing Guild, The Writers’ Center of Indiana, The Noble Writers’ Group, The Noble Poets Group and Friends of the Hamilton East and North Public Libraries. For the past twenty-one years, I have resided in Noblesville, IN.

Casting a Spotlight on Up-and Coming Author, Jillian Jacobs

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     One of today’s spotlights is shining on up-and-coming author, Jillian Jacobs. Jillian will be appearing at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds, West Pavilion. She will be promoting the release of her first novel, Water’s Threshold, on Thursday, November 6th, from 10:00 AM – 3:00 PM.

     In the spring of 2013, Jillian Jacobs changed her career path and became a romance writer. After reading for years, she figured writing a romance would be quick and easy. Nope! With the guidance of the Indiana Romance Writers of America chapter, she’s learned there are many “rules” to writing a proper romance. Being re-schooled has been an interesting journey, and she hopes the best trails are yet to be traveled.

     Coming November 11th, 2014: The Elementals Series, Book 1 Water’s Threshold.

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     Water’s Threshold, the first in Jillian’s Elementals series, was a finalist in Chicago-North’s 2014 Fire and Ice contest in the Women’s Fiction category.

     Here is a teaser for the book:

     What happens when a lonely water-girl finally finds her shore? In a tourist town at the base of the Tetons, Maya Conway, a mythical being known as an Elemental, stands at a crossroads. On her current path, she is content using her life force—water—to protect humans and the environment. Her direction is altered when Mother Nature taps her to guide Terran Forrester, an analytical scientist, on his journey to become the next Elemental—Earth. If Maya crosses into his world, will her lonely heart find a partner or will his rational mind reject her otherworldly existence? When an ancient evil evolved from dark matter shadows their steps, which path will they choose—logic or love?

     Jillian is a: Tea Guzzler, Polish Pottery Hoarder, and lover of all things Moose. The genres she writes under are: Paranormal and Contemporary with suspenseful elements.

     To learn more about Jillian, connect with her:

Social Media Links:
Website: http://www.jillianjacobs.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/GreenMooseProd
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorJillianJacobs

Featuring Tia Catalina, Romantic Suspense Author

Photo_2     Tia Catalina, romantic suspense author, will be appearing at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds, West Pavilion. She will be signing books on Thursday, November 6th, from 10:00 AM – 3:00 PM.

     Tia has never had a real job. Having been self-employed for most of her adult life, she decided several years ago to make a change. She joined the Indiana chapter of the Romance Writers of America and the National Sisters in Crime.

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     She lives in central Indiana with her husband and a spoiled pooch named Brandolina Jolie, or something not fit for print when the dog is chewing on the downspouts and digging up the landscaping.

     To learn more about Tia Catalina and her work, connect with her:

Facebook: http://facebook.com/tia.catalina.77@facebook.com
Fan Page: http://facebook/tia.catalina.77@facebook.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/tiacatalina@CatalinaWinter6
Email: tiacatalina@live.com
Website: http://www.tiacatalina.com

Featuring Romance Author, Morgan K. Wyatt

IMG_5285     Today’s spotlight is on romance author, Morgan K Wyatt. She will be appearing at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. She will be signing books on Sunday, November 9th, from 10:00 AM – 5:00 PM.

     Here is the teaser for Morgan’s latest release, The Soul Mate Search:

     Nina can’t control love in her ordered universe. It has eluded her until a mysterious fortune teller, Helena, reveals she’s already met her soul mate. Three times in fact and has only four times remaining before he passes from her life forever. A magic crystal ball allows her to see what he looked like several years ago, but no address. Helena warns her if she forces the meeting it won’t happen. Tony’s life has hit a major rough spot with Sheila kicking him out of his house when he discovers her in bed with another man. If that wasn’t bad enough, she spreads rumors that she’s afraid of him because he’s abusive. What did he do to deserve this? All he ever wanted was to love one woman until he died. At this rate, he’s destined to die alone. It will take magic to meet his soul mate.

The Soul Mate

     Morgan was raised on a steady diet of superheroes, believed she could fly at a very young age. After using trees, barn lofts, sliding boards, and even a second story window as launch pads, she found her flying skills were limited to fast and downward. By the age of nine, her dreams to be a superhero needed some modifications, which caused her to turn to writing and horseback riding as alternatives to flying.

     At the age of twenty, she had another chance at superhero greatness as being one of the few female soldiers trained for combat. The fact that women will be able to serve in combat soon indicates that all the witnesses to the grenade incident have retired. The grenade incident didn’t prevent her two sons or daughter-in-law from enlisting in the service. Having different last names probably helped.

     Morgan recently retired from teaching special needs students to write full-time, instead of in the wee hours of the night. With the help of her helpful husband and loyal hound, she creates characters who often grab plot lines and run with them. As for flying, she prefers the airlines now.

     To learn more about Morgan K. Wyatt and her work, check out all of her websites and blogs:

http://www.morgankwyatt.com

http://www.facebook.com\AuthorMorganKWyatt

Twitter  Goodreads  Pinterest  Amazon

www.datingafterfortyeight.blogspot.com

www.frugaldivatellsall.blogspot.com

www.lowcarbbeliever.weebly.com

www.writerwonderland.weebly.com

Casting the Spotlight on Sports Writer and Author, Phillip B. Wilson

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     Today’s featured author is sports writer, Phillip B. Wilson. He will be appearing at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. He will be signing books on Friday, November 7th, from 3:30 PM – 9:00 PM, and Saturday, November 8th, from 10:00 AM – 9:00 PM.

     Phillip B. Wilson is author of 100 Things Colts Fans Should Know & Do Before They Die, released last September through Triumph Books. It’s more than just a guide on how to become a better fan. It is the ultimate book for those who bleed blue.Phillip B book

     Phil B. relies on his 15 years of covering the Colts to provide behind-the-scenes stories and unique content never before shared with the public.

     After working at The Indianapolis Star for 20 years, he accepted a job at Scout.com in August as Publisher of http://www.ColtsBlitz.com and http://www.PacersPress.com Web pages.

     Phil B., 49, lives on the Southside with his wife, Dee, and two children, Morgan and Brandon.

     To learn more about Phillip B. Wilson, his work and the Colts, check out his other websites:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/100-Things-Colts-Fans-Should-Know-Do-Before-They-Die/630627120311165
http://www.triumphbooks.com/100-things-colts-fans-should-know—do-before-they-die-products-9781600788406.php?page_id=21

Featuring Local Sports Author Kermit N. Paddack

kermitpaddack     Today’s featured author, Kermit N. Paddack, has written two books about local Indiana sports teams, including his alma mater, Sheridan High School. He will be signing books at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show on Friday, November 5th, from 10:00 AM – 3:30 PM.

     Kermit N. Paddack grew up near Sheridan, Indiana and graduated from Sheridan High School in 2002. As a third generation Sheridan football player, he developed a keen interest in the history of high school sports programs, an interest that has led to much research and many projects (past and future).

     After high school, Kermit attended Purdue University where he majored in history. He then went on to earn a bachelor’s degree in Library Science from Indiana University.

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     In 2012, he published his first book, Sheridan High School Football, History and Tradition. In 2013, he published, Tiger Basketball, A Lebanon Passion.

     An organization that he works with, and that is near and dear to his heart, is the Indiana High School Basketball Historical Society. Found at http://www.indianabasketballhistory.com.

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     Kermit lives with his wife and their daughter in Lebanon and works at the Hussey-Mayfield Memorial Public Library in Zionsville. He also maintains that although both of his brothers had more successful athletic careers, he is still the most handsome of the three brothers.

     To learn more about Kermit N. Paddack and his work, check out the links to his websites:

http://www.tigerbasketballbook.com
https://www.facebook.com/Tigerbasketballalebanonpassion
https://www.facebook.com/SHSfootballhistoryandtradition

Spotlight on Children’s Author Kristen Mott

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     Today’s spotlight is shining on children’s author, Kristen Mott. She will be signing books at The 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show on Saturday, November 8th, from 10:00 AM – 3:30 PM.

     Here is Kristen’s story in her own words.

     I’m Kristen Mott, children’s book author, wife, mother, animal caretaker and animal welfare advocate. I knew that I wanted to write children’s picture books ever since I was first able to read them myself. I was finally able to make it happen twenty years later. I believe that children’s books are the only genre that can be enjoyed for multiple lifetimes. You enjoy these books as a child, then inevitably come back to the same stories and read them to your own children years later.

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     I’m very proud of the work that I have done with the first two books in the Odie the Stray Kitten Series.

     Odie the Stray Kitten is a true story about how one brave stray kitten found his way to my farm and into my heart. It received the 2014 Children’s Literary Classics’ Seal of Approval, it won a 2014 Next Generation Indie Book Award as well as a 2014 Purple Dragonfly Honorable Mention.

     Odie’s Best Friend was originally written as a response piece to an article I read about the devastating statistics of animal life and death in local shelters. That response was spun down and edited into a story suitable for children. I then combined it with a story I created about how Odie’s best friend Bandit came to live on my farm.  This book has received multiple five star reviews. The third and final book in the series should be available in 2015.Odie_and_Bandit

     I currently live on a small farm in Indiana with my husband and son where I care for Odie and Bandit, the cats who inspired my books, as well as horses and a growing feline family. I strive for my writing to encourage children to read, to write their own stories, and to have compassion for animals.

Learn even more about Kristen Mott and her work through her websites:

http://www.kristenmott.com
http://www.animalstoriesforchildren.blogspot.com
http://www.facebook.com/odiethestraykittenphoto_(5) Kristen

Featuring Local Author Molly Daniels

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     Molly Daniels is one of the talented local romance authors who will be appearing at this year’s 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show. The show runs from Wednesday, November 5th through Sunday, November 9th, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds.
     Molly will be signing books on Thursday, November 6th from 3:00 PM – 8:00 PM.
     She resides in the Midwest with her husband, three children, and various household pets. Her fifth-grade teacher showed this avid reader how to write the stories swirling in her head, successfully unleashing her imagination upon the written word.

Love Weighs In Molly

     Kenzie Michaels is the ‘wild child’ of author Molly Daniels. They cohabitate nicely inside the brain of a woman in Indiana who’s the mother of three and ‘Aunt Molly’ to the entire neighborhood.

     A devout chocoholic, her hubby has learned to watch out when the characters in her head take over and not get too upset when the words are flowing and all concept of time is lost.HeartsLastChance_Draft2

You can learn more about Molly Daniels, her alter ego, Kenzie Michaels, and her books by checking out her Websites:

http://www.mollydaniels.wordpress.com
http://www.mjdaniels.blogspot.com
http://kenziemichaels.blogspot.com

Featuring M. Katherine Clark, Local Author

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     M. Katherine Clark is one of the local authors appearing at this year’s 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. The show runs from Wednesday, November 5th through Sunday, November 9th.
     She was born in Indianapolis, Indiana in 1990. She has been writing for nearly 15 years. Mysteries have always been near and dear to her heart, but recently she has been working on a suspenseful, paranormal romance series set in the Scottish highlands in 650 AD.

     I am excited to report that she released, Soundless Silence, A Sherlock Holmes novel, on Amazon Kindle this week. Here is the link to her brand new novel: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00OUD6G74/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1414265345&sr=8-1&pi=SY200_QL40soundless silence

     Her first novel, Blood is Thicker Than Water, has an interesting mix of romance, mystery and danger.
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     She currently writes full-time and resides on the northside of Indianapolis. She is a graduate of Butler University and is very involved in her local community theater.

     You can read more about M. Katherine Clark and her novels on her website and Facebook Author Page.

     http://mkatherineclark.tateauthor.com/
     http://www.facebook.com/mkatherineclark

Local Authors at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show

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     I am pleased to announce the awesome lineup of local authors at this year’s show. The 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show runs from Wednesday, November 5th through Sunday, November 9th, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds, West Pavilion. The Local Authors’ Booth is Booth #310. It is located in the center aisle, across from Santa and his reindeer.
     I will be featuring each of the local authors this week right here on my blog. So, check back every day to read more about our fantastic local talent! You will be glad you did.
     Here is the signing schedule. Don’t miss out on meeting and supporting your favorite authors!

     Wednesday, November 5th
     10:00 AM – 8:00 PM
     M. Katherine Clark, Suzanne Purewal

     Thursday, November 6th
     10:00 AM – 3:00 PM
     M. Katherine Clark, Suzanne Purewal

     Thursday, November 6th
     3:00 PM – 8:00 PM
     Molly Daniels, Suzanne Purewal

     Friday, November 7th
     10:00 AM – 3:30 PM
     Kermit N. Paddack, Suzanne Purewal

     Friday, November 7th
     3:30 PM – 9:00 PM
     Ruth Ann Hanley, Suzanne Purewal, Phillip B. Wilson

     Saturday, November 8th
     10:00 AM – 3:30 PM
     M. Katherine Clark, Kristen Mott, Phillip B. Wilson

     Saturday, November 8th
     3:30 PM – 9:00 PM
     Ruth Ann Hanley, Suzanne Purewal, Phillip B. Wilson

     Sunday, November 9th
     10:00 AM – 5:00 PM
     M. Katherine Clark, Suzanne Purewal, Morgan K. Wyatt

     For more information on the show, including how to purchase tickets, click on the link http://hsishows.com/wp/christmasgiftandhobbyshow/

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

Fright or Delight?

     My quest to find a good, decent man is becoming epic in length. But I refuse to give up! So, here is the latest and greatest in my “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” dating saga.

     There once was a man who was prolific in poem and prose.
     He had a quick wit. Let’s meet. Why not? Who knows?
     Alas, his memory was lacking, he called me by the wrong name,
     Despite me correcting him over and over. How totally lame.
     Was this other woman his ex-girlfriend or an ex-wife?
     I cared not, for I was cutting him out of my life.

     The next eager bachelor was an eHarmonious man
     Who unfortunately decided to try a product to self-tan.
     Since he was not an Oompa Loompa, orange was an awful hue.
     Why he did not realize this while looking in the mirror, I have no freaking clue.
     However, it was his obnoxious behavior that upset me the most.
     Being rude and insensitive caused him to end up as a jerk in this post.

     Then there was a guy who promised me a special surprise.
     When the big reveal occurred, I could hardly believe my eyes.
     If I was watching a horror movie, I would have yelled for the girl to run.
     Touring ramshackle buildings buried deep in the woods is not my idea of fun.
     Any chemistry that might have existed was extinguished pretty fast.
     What a huge letdown after being psyched up for an absolute blast.

     After each date, to Mom, the obligatory email I did write,
     So she wouldn’t be pacing the floor half of the night,
     Worried that I was dead in a ditch or suffering an even worse fate.
     “Home safe and sound.” Another zero of a date.
     “A total waste of makeup,” is what I eventually would type.
     It sums up the evening well without painfully boring details or hype.

     So that, gentle readers, is all I have to tell.
     Perhaps the month of October will cast an enchanting spell.
     Could the eclipse of the blood moon help me find my “Mr. Right?”
     Or will it bring more ghouls and goblins to give me an awful fright?
     Those are the questions that I seek the answers for.
     Stay tuned, my friends, you never know what’s in store!

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

Shining the Spotlight on Ruth Ann Hanley

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     Today’s featured author is Ruth Ann Hanley. She and her Cockapoo, Pepper, will be appearing at this year’s 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. She will be signing books on Friday, November 7th, from 3:30 PM – 9:00 PM, and Saturday, November 8th, from 3:30 PM – 9:00 PM.

     Ruth has lived in Indiana most of her adult life with no intention of leaving. She is an animal lover, photo-journalist, writer (fiction and non-fiction in local and national publications) and retired attorney.

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     No Pulling Back is Ruth’s first novel, and much research went into understanding her dog protagonist. She invites readers to enter the mind-set of this huge, muscular and intelligent beast from the first century. Please share his brave journey from the applause of the bloodthirsty crowd in the Roman amphitheater to the joy of unflinching love. Can we learn from a dog how to love completely and unreservedly? Read and see.

     If you are an animal lover, you will love her story showing the healing touch of a chocolate lab. To read that story and to learn more about Ruth Ann Hanley and her work, check out her website: http://www.hanleyra.com

Author Faire – Saturday, September 27, 2014

Noblesville Author Faire 2014The Hamilton East Public Library is pleased to sponsor a Local Author Faire on September 27, 2014 from 1 – 4 PM; published authors from throughout Hamilton County will display, sell and sign their books while meeting with fans. Various short readings will be followed by a panel discussion on the challenges of becoming a published author. Signed books and related items will be raffled. Light refreshments will be provided.

I will be kicking off the Readings portion of the event at 1:30 P.M. So, come out and join us!

 

Alexandria Small Town USA Festival

Don’t have weekend plans yet? Then, come out to the Alexandria Small Town USA Festival! It runs today and tomorrow. There is fun for the whole family. There will be live entertainment, a parade, a car show, elephant ears and more! Click on the link for more information https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alexandria-Small-Town-USA-Festival/422518581178832

I will be selling and signing books in Building #1 both days.

Friday, September 12, 2014
3:00 P.M. – 10:00 P.M.

Saturday, September 13, 2014
9:00 A.M. – 10:00 P.M.

Beulah Park, State Road 9
Alexandria, IN 46001

Hope to see you there!

It Finally Happened!

     It finally happened! About two weeks ago, I received the most unbelievable message on Match.com. It was short and to the point. I read it twice before it sank in. I just could not believe my eyes. But there it was staring me in the face. It read, “0 Matches Found.”
     Yes, I accomplished the seemingly impossible feat. I exhausted all of my possible matches on Match.com. Even with my extended search range of 100 miles and age range of 35 to 55, there were no matches. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
     I hear you saying, “Well, you’re being too picky.”
     No, I’m not. I’m giving a 20-year age range within 100 miles. All hair and eye colors, all body types, except obese, all religions, and a college degree.
     It appears my primary problem is that almost everybody in this state has indoor pets. Over half of my supposed matches were eliminated due to a pet situation.
     Granted, some guys say they will get rid of their pets. But I still couldn’t go into their houses. They would have to rip out the carpets, replace their furniture, clean the house’s ductwork, etc. So, let’s face it, not many men would go through that or have the financial means to do so.

     Not to be deterred, I thought I should try another dating site. So, I signed up for Christian Mingle. Their questions were quite different than those found on Match.

     Would you engage in premarital sex?
     Is my mom running this site?
     Do you believe that the only reason to engage in sexual relations is for procreation?
     Um, no.
     How often ideally would you want to have sexual relations? The answers ranged from “every day” to “never.”
     I plead the Fifth on my answer to this question.
     I am sensing an anti-sex theme here. Seriously? Never? If you want to remain eternally celibate, you should look into becoming a Catholic nun or a priest. They need new recruits.
     Moving on…I particularly loved the questions that revolved around my children, especially since I don’t have any. There was no way to bypass the questions. So, I had to base my answers on the imaginary children that I don’t have and never will have.
     Other questions asked about the woman’s role in the home. Those questions pissed me off. It upset me to think that there are women who are acting subservient to men. That’s an entire blog post in and of itself.
     I found one useful question: How is your timeliness?
     I am always early. If you are habitually late, then you will be literally and figuratively wasting my time. Do us both a favor, do not waste my time.
     There were so many absurd questions, I wish I could share them all. But one of my favorites was: How do you feel about wearing fashionable clothes?
     Oh, just throw a burlap sack over my head, and I’ll tie it around my waist with some twine, thank you. Itchy is all the rage this season!
     The more questions I answered, the more I felt I was falling down a rabbit hole, and I was positive I would end up in Wonderland. Remember, Wonderland was royally screwed up.
     After suffering through the questions and filling out the profile, their system told me I had zero matches. I laughed out loud. No kidding. So, I went to the search feature and altered some criteria. Ten guys popped up. I recognized six of the guys from Match. The others had no pictures. I do not communicate with guys who do not post pictures.
     After five days on this site, I wanted to shoot myself. I did searches to cover anyone breathing and with a pulse within 100 miles. There wasn’t anyone remotely close to what I was looking for in a partner. The majority of profiles had no pictures, and the men lived in rural areas and very few had graduated from college.
     The system sent me profiles to view. Most of the men lived in Illinois or Ohio. Sheesh.
     I was done. So, I called to cancel. The best the girl could do was downgrade my account to one month instead of the original six. Wonderful.
     Obviously, some people have found that site successful. I am happy for them. Sorry to say that I was not one of them. Based on my experience, I would never recommend Christian Mingle.

     Since that went so poorly, I joined eHarmony. So far, that site is a dud too. I had no matches again. But this site will not let you search for people. Their computer does the work and sends you matches.
     Really, there is no way to search. Instead, you keep answering questions. I answered 290 questions. Yes, I answered that many. I’m just sitting on my couch watching television on a Saturday night, so why not?
     I got messages saying, “So-and-so is just outside of your parameters.”
     The majority of men were from other states. Not neighboring states like Illinois or Ohio, but states such as Texas, New Jersey, Florida and California.
     The ones that really astonished me were incompatible based on our answers. If we answered 67% of the questions differently, we are not a match. But those were the profiles the computer kept sending me.
     This service was the most expensive. And this was pissing me off. So, I wrote their Customer Service people a nasty-gram.

     “You only send me ‘matches’ who are outside of my parameters. What is the point of answering all of the questions if you ignore them when matching people? I’m getting ‘matches’ when over 50% of our answers differ. Those aren’t matches.
     And I am not interested in anyone who lives out of state. You repeatedly send me guys who live all over the country. How can I get you to stop sending me people who live out of state? It’s ridiculous. I’m not looking for a pen pal. I’m looking for a mate.
     So far, this service has been a waste of time and money. What are you going to do to make this a better experience for me?”
     And I waited. I am not sure what type of response I was expecting. I just wanted to notify them that their computer algorithms sucked, and I was not happy. Less than twelve hours later, I received a response.
     “Our goal is to find matches for you that are compatible with your unique personality in deep and important ways. We do this by using the results of your relationship questionnaire to screen for individuals based on the 29 Dimensions of Compatibility.
     We understand that you won’t feel a connection with all of your matches. Although we put a lot of emphasis here in the early stages of being matched with someone, establishing chemistry only accounts for a portion of what makes a relationship last and is only something you can determine once you get to know someone. We caution you from trying to make such an early assessment from just the match detail information.
     Please be assured that you will no longer receive matches outside your distance setting.”

     I wish I had a pair of hip waders to trudge through that pile of BS.

     Just when I thought all hope was lost, I received an email from Match. Apparently, since all of the kids in Indiana have gone back to school in the last two weeks, there has been a considerable influx on the number of new Match members.
     So, for now, I’m back to the bachelors on Match. Gentle readers, I know you enjoy these posts, but nothing would make me happier than to have a reason to stop writing them. Wish me luck!

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

A Handful of Mixed Nuts

     Welcome to yet another crazy blog post about the Match.com men. This is my eighth entry of my “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” series. The email exchanges never cease to amaze me.
     The first man up was a retired bachelor, at the upper end of my range age. His profile picture screamed Hannibal Lecter, sans straight jacket.
      “I had a dream about you last night. I couldn’t stop kissing your neck. I think it was the musk oil and your soft skin creating a sweet spot I couldn’t resist! Do you think that is a typical guy thought, or is it possible that women really are special to me? Just wondering… CyberCasanova.”
     What the ??? Typical guys do not think this way. Musk oil? Who talks about, much less dreams about, musk oil? As far as being special goes, maybe the kind of “special” that is tonight’s dinner entrée with fava beans and Chianti.
     I don’t know about you, but that was entirely too bizarre for me. There was no, “Hello.” Or even a, “Good evening.” I can not believe this guy thought that was an acceptable introductory greeting.
     I replied, “Honestly, I found it to be forward and creepy since we don’t know each other. I wish you luck finding a match.”
      “I think you misinterpreted my comedic style email about a thought experiment of how men think when we see a pretty girl and react with romance laden thoughts of love and affection as if we fast forwarded through courting to a point in the relationship where friendship develops into partners.”
     Huh? A comedic thought experiment? You have got to be kidding me. I didn’t find any of it particularly funny.
     It has been said that there is a fine line between genius and insanity. This guy seemed to have crossed that line.
      “It didn’t come across as comedic. You might want to rethink your approach. Best of luck to you.”
      “We are what our genes say we are and if it’s a smiling, happy, pretty girl that lifts us to happiness to want to live another day, then the Cosmos has set forth profound physical laws and properties to help ensure the survival of our species. A gentleman knows to look but not touch unless given permission. The Devil doesn’t make us, the Cosmos does. You’re probably just another fake profiler that doesn’t know the difference between E=mc2 and their hat size. Just sayin’… CyberEinstein.”
     You’re freaking nuts! And obviously, the Cosmos is slacking big time, because you’ve survived this long.
     I loved his slam on my integrity and intelligence. I think I will refer to him as “CyberNutJob.” And the Cosmos did not make me say it, nor did the Devil. I did it all on my own without consulting my genetic code or altering the space-time continuum.

     The next bachelor did not want to take “no” for an answer. He was within my age range. However, we had nothing in common based on our profiles. Absolutely positively nothing.
     Every picture posted was shirtless. And most were old pictures. They looked like Polaroids from the ’70s. His profile and his emails were written in all capital letters. So, he was lazy on top of everything else. I apologize for the caps, but I want to give you the true essence of the exchange.
      “JULIET…LET ME BE YOUR ROMEO.”
      “We do not have enough in common. I wish you luck finding a match.”
      “ROMEO NEEDS YOU…I’LL COME TO YOU….I PROMISE I’M AS GOOD AS ADVERTISED…ONLY 10 TIMES BETTER!”
      “No, thank you.”
      “ROMEO CAN’T BE ROMEO WITHOUT YOU.”
     I did not reply.
     Two days later, he sent, “I KNOW…YOU SAID NO…I DO RESPECT THAT…BUT I TRUELY BELIEVE YOU MISSED JUDGED ME.”
     No, I definitely did not. All I want to do is correct your grammar, spelling and punctuation.
      “You do not respect me because you keep contacting me. My answer is no.”
      “I DO RESPECT…BUT COULD YOU TELL ME WHY…MAYBE I’LL LEARN SOMETHING. BE NICE.”
     Oh my God! Seriously? Okay, buddy, you asked for it. And I’ll try to be as nice as possible.
      “No, you really don’t respect me because you insist on making me justify my answer. You are not my type, and I am not attracted to you. You have cats. You smoke. You want children. You have so many grammatical errors in your profile, I lost track. You indicate that you will become violent when defending loved ones. You posted shirtless pictures only. And last, but not least, you refuse to take ‘no’ for an answer. Nothing you say will cause me to change my mind. Please do not contact me again.”
     Well, you know he did. But I ignored him, and he eventually went away. Ugh!

     The next bachelor was a retired lawyer. He was well out of my age range.
      “Good looking, sometimes charming, generally well-behaved lawyer calling.”
      “You have a dog, and I am severely allergic to dogs. I wish you luck finding a match.”
      “Pity. Outside of my dog we are a pretty good romantic prospect. I’m as pretty as you, and as smart, creative, sophisticated and wealthy as you’ll find in these parts. Don’t rule me out on the onset.”
     Friends, he was not as pretty as me. Not even close. God forgive me, but the way he styled his red hair made him look like a clown. Not quite Stephen King’s, It, clown, more like a circus clown.
      “My reaction to animals is anaphylactic. So I can not be around them or people who own them. Best of luck.”
      “I have a solution! No hugging, kissing, or ETC. pending the occurrence of at least one of the following:
     1) You become uncontrollably driven to hug, kiss, or etc. with me so as to suffer a bad reaction notwithstanding.
     In your freaking dreams!
     2) You become gradually (and miraculously) acclimated. (I GROW ON YOU)
     You would grow on me like a flesh-eating disease!
     3) You take a Sudafed or other effective medication. (I will pay for testing and treatment- ha ha)
     Over-the-counter meds don’t work for anaphylaxis, moron.
     4) I take a ridiculously thorough bath beforehand. (You can watch!)
     Yuck!!! I shudder at the mere thought. You could not pay me to watch.
     5) My poor dog dies.
     I pity that dog for having to put up with you.
     6) We give it a CAREFUL AND JUDICIOUS TRY.
     Oh sure, because you’re not the one risking your life. Easy for you to say, “Let’s give it a shot.” You’re not the one who could die.
     Let’s meet for coffee, sweetness, I promise you won’t get the hives!”
     Not if you were the last man on earth!
     Life with this guy would consist of one idiotic, never-ending argument after another. Talk about exhausting.
      “I am not persuaded by your arguments. Anaphylaxis is not like a regular allergy. There is no medication I can take to avoid it. I am sorry, but my answer is still no. I wish you luck finding a match.”
      “I know perfectly well the effects of anaphylactic shock. It is after all, an allergic reaction, which is not unique to yourself. Changes in your physical environment could ameliorate the symptoms. In addition to physical factors, the power of the mind cannot be ignored and can produce remarkable things.”
     Sure! Let me just mentally will my throat not to close and miraculously stop myself from dying due to the lack of oxygen. Gee, why didn’t I think of that before??? If it was that easy, I would have tried it with the cowboy from a few posts back. I would not waste my newly-discovered superpowers on the likes of you.
     I did not reply because I knew he would keep arguing. He sent four more emails. I ignored each one.
     Then, a short time later, he sent the same initial email to me. But another quickly followed. It read, “Oops forgot! You’re the anti-dog screwball, never mind.”
     As I shook my head in dismay, a little voice beckoned to me. Behold! It is a jar of Nutella® calling my name. Mmm…hazelnuts – the kind of nuts a girl can truly love!

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

Word Crimes by Weird Al

weird al     Okay, I admit that Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines” will get me dancing every time. And this mega-hit inspired Weird Al to create, “Word Crimes.” As soon as I heard this parody, I knew I had to post it. So, here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gv0H-vPoDc

     To see some of the other songs on the album, “Mandatory Fun,” click here: http://www.thewire.com/entertainment/2014/07/ranking-weird-als-new-parodies-who-gets-skewered-best/374466/

     Another great parody album. Thanks, Weird Al!

My Listen To Your Mother YouTube Video

     Here’s my YouTube video from Listen To Your Mother! My original title was, “Mom’s Thoughts on Online Dating.”

     Feel free to leave comments on the YouTube site, here on my blog or both!

     You can also view all of my fellow performers’ videos. It was a joy to be part of such a talented cast. Just click on this link. https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5oPQWgVdsDk-vfoa2dAKVEeUtO7KdvDD

     Enjoy!

2014 Writers’ Retreat

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The Foreign Contingent

     Welcome to another installment of my “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” series! The Match bachelors in this post were all born outside of the United States.
     Indiana’s state motto is “The Crossroads of America.” And apparently, we are creating quite the melting pot in Indianapolis. Diversity is a good thing for “Honest-to-Goodness Indiana.” If you know me, you know I love learning about new cultures and traditions.
     Many of you also know that my ex-husband is Indian. His family is from the Punjab region in India. Yes, we had an Indian wedding.
     Anyway…I was contacted by bachelors from fourteen different countries, including India, Pakistan, Greece, Lebanon, Iran, England, Japan and Canada.
     Somehow, I attracted all of the Indian men within a fifty-mile radius. And 99% of them were doctors. Amazingly enough, they were deep into poetry and spirituality. As a poet, that intrigued me, because, let’s face it, most men are not keen on poetry.
     The conversations were interesting, enlightening and intellectual. One of the guys was even Punjabi. He was thrilled beyond belief that I knew what that meant. However, there was an element lacking with each and every one—chemistry.
     So let’s move on to merry old England. The phone conversation with the English guy was so awful it was like pulling teeth. I started fantasizing about my own version of My Fair Lady. I would be a kind professor teaching this brute of a man how to become a real gentleman.
     The Iranian, a self-advertised non-smoker, had a smoker’s cough so bad, I thought he’d cough up a lung during our phone conversation. I felt compelled to lecture him on the dangers of smoking. But that would have required me to listen to him cough longer. Ugh.
     The Pakistani bachelor’s profile pictures portrayed a tall, dark and handsome man. He seemed nice on the phone, but I couldn’t understand him most of the time. He sent me pictures of flowers. He said it was his way of giving me flowers. Sweet. But I did not grant him a live date. I knew I would have spent the entire night asking him to repeat himself. That wouldn’t have been enjoyable for either of us.
     The Greek candidate passed the phone interview. In person, he was gorgeous. Perfect olive complexion, thick black curly hair and a smile that almost knocked me over. He walked with confidence and had a magnificent personality. But alas, he wanted babies. Lots and lots of babies.
     Why does God hate me?!? Why???
     Then there was the bachelor from Japan. His introductory email read: “Hello! Have you traveled to Japan? What kind of cooking do you like? Do you like sushi?”
     My mind answered quickly, “No, I haven’t. The kind of cooking someone else does. Sushi? Way to stereotype yourself.” Sheesh.
     His height was listed as 5’1”. I’m almost 5’7”. And I don’t wear flats. Even my flip flops are wedges. Talk about an odd couple. With my lowest heels being two inches, we would be eight inches different in height. He would look like my child, not my date. That’s all sorts of wrong.
     The Lebanese bachelor was great on the phone. In person, he literally looked like Andre the Giant. Albeit, he was a bit shorter at 6’6”. He was boorish and drank like a fish. I stopped counting after six mixed drinks in less than an hour and a half. I would have left sooner, but it took forever to get the food. Hey, a girl has to eat. The redeeming feature of the night was that the food was good.
     The French Canadian guy took the cake. Period. Hands down winner.
      “I would love to get to know you more better and see how it goes between us, I am mixed race, Dad Canada, Mum America. I lived in Canada all my life.”
     I laughed as I read it. But based on the rest of the email, I knew he was serious about the “mixed race” part. After the initial email exchange, he revealed that he was working in Africa. He would require me to move to Canada as soon as possible to help raise his young son.
     Move to Canada? To raise his son while he’s in Africa? Um, no!
      “I’m sorry, but long distance relationships don’t work for me. I wish you luck finding a match.”
     I figured that would be the end of that. Au contraire, mes amis.
      “I quite understand how you mean but I seriously do not see distance as a barrier in a relationship in as much as true love and affection till the end of time.”
      “I’m sorry, no.”
      “I believe things happen for a reason, a connection happens when the right person comes.”
      “I’m sorry. I will not move to Canada. I am not the right person for you.”
      “Just thought it would be a nice idea to know some things about each other, it will be my pleasure to get to know more about you and answer the following love questions.”
     There were thirty-eight “love questions” that followed. Thirty-eight! There were basic questions, such as, “What do you seek in a relationship?” But there were slightly ambiguous questions, such as, “Do you like public intimacy?”
     I wasn’t sure if he was asking about public displays of affection or if I liked having sex in public places.
     The very last question on his “love questions” list was, “Would you hit your man for any reason?”
     I wanted to answer, “Yes, if he repeatedly ignored every word I said and sent me a list of thirty-eight ‘love questions’ to answer even though I’m clearly not interested. In that case, I might have to smack him upside the head.”
     Instead, my reply to his “love questions” email was simple. “Non. Non, merci. Bonne chance à vous.”
     And that was finally the end of that. Maybe he just didn’t understand “no” in English.

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

My Review of The Book of Mormon

     I was thrilled to have a ticket for opening night of The Book of Mormon in Indianapolis. I had been looking forward to seeing this show for ages.
     When I told some friends I was seeing The Book of Mormon, they said they love going to the pageant every year.
      “Um, I’m not going to the Hill Cumorah Pageant. I’m going to The Book of Mormon. There’s an enormous difference.”
     The pageant is a wholesome family-friendly event, rated “G.” The Broadway show, which won nine (9) Tony Awards, gets a big, bold flashing neon “R” rating.
     For those unfamiliar with the Hill Cumorah Pageant, every year, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints puts on a grand show about their origin, near Palmyra, New York. I am including the link to the pageant, in case you are curious. Although I have never been, I have heard it is quite the spectacle and fun for the whole family. http://www.hillcumorah.org/Pageant/
     The Book of Mormon, on the other hand, is a religious satire musical about two Mormon missionaries sent to Uganda. Here is a link to the opening number that was performed on network television at the 2012 Tony Awards. I love the interaction with other stars, you will too. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zy5K8ApSzhI
     The Book of Mormon was written by the South Park guys, not the South Pacific guys. Trey Parker and Matt Stone are not Rodgers and Hammerstein. Although the latter might be impressed with the former’s orchestral score, they might have been appalled with the profanity peppered throughout the lyrics.
     I was not appalled. I was amused and entertained. I know…I hear gasping from all directions. I can feel prayers being offered up to save my soul. Sorry gentle readers, but I go to the theater to be entertained. I knew what the show was about before I bought my ticket. So, I was prepared.
     As I flipped through the Playbill, I noticed that the Mormons had bought three pages of advertising space. I thought that was awesome. They were not protesting or picketing, they bought advertising, which in turn supported the show. Obviously, they can take a joke. So, we should be able to as well.
     The Murat Theatre was jam-packed. I am guessing that the show was sold out. Unfortunately, the air conditioning was not working. So we were dying of heat. But the show went on!
     The performances by the cast members were stellar. Very high energy. You could tell they loved what they were doing. You saw it in their facial expressions. You heard it in the notes they sang. You felt it in the steps they danced. This troupe was having a blast. From what I observed, most of the audience members enjoyed it as much as I did.
     The satire and social commentary were sharp and in your face. Did some of it go too far? Yes. Could they have cut out all of the swearing? Most definitely. But then it would not have had the same impact.
     Parker and Stone are smart and witty creative geniuses. They are not about decency and decorum. They are about shock and awe. All of their works are over-the-top by design. They get people talking about controversial social issues. And that is the point. They are forcing a dialogue. In that, they have succeeded. Not to mention, they have made millions of dollars in the process. Good for them.
     If I still went to confession every week, this week’s session would start like this, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I loved The Book of Mormon and would definitely see it again.”
     The priest might give me five Our Fathers, ten Hail Marys and a Glory Be as my penance. But it would be worth it!
     Yes, I highly recommend this show, but only to people who are not easily offended. This show is not for ultra-conservative, deeply devout and/or religious people. The material is blasphemous and sacrilegious. If you will be making the sign of the cross or searching for your rosary beads when the “F” word and “God” are uttered in the same sentence, then do not go. I repeat, do not go.
     There might have been more “F” bombs dropped during this show than on any Sopranos episode, and I believe it rivaled the total in most Quentin Tarantino films.
     A dismayed friend could not understand how I enjoyed this performance. It was a clever artistic piece of work. Just because I appreciate a performance does not mean that I am going to stop believing in God or that I am going to run around swearing up a storm.
     I am Catholic, and I pray at least one rosary every day. But I can still laugh when something is smart and funny. And I never say the “F” word, let alone the “F” word and “God” in the same sentence. So, I think I’m good. But just in case, I’ll do my self-imposed penance anyway!

     For more information on The Book of Mormon, here’s the official link: http://bookofmormonbroadway.com/

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

Happy Father’s Day!

     What can I say about my dad? He is the most hardworking, loving and intelligent man I know. He would do anything in the world for me, my brother and my mom. He is a good man. Plain and simple. Of course, there are times when he drives us all nuts, but that’s part of his quintessential charm.
     Dad is the life of every party. When his blue eyes twinkle, God only knows what he’s thinking or what’s coming next. He is definitely not the most politically correct person you will ever meet, but he is one of the most entertaining. The songs he wrote for his coworkers’ retirement parties were legendary. He even had backup singers. And those backup singers accompanied me during the retirement song I wrote and performed for him.
     People who meet my mother for the first time usually start the conversation with, “We always wondered who could put up with him. Is he like that all the time?”
     She answers, “Yes, he is. We’ve been together for over fifty years. And I haven’t killed him yet.”
     However, there were times when we wondered if he was trying to kill us. His vacations were death-defying adventures. Seriously. If we didn’t come close to getting maimed or killed, it wasn’t a good vacation. He got several ideas from those nice people in National Geographic. That should paint you a better picture right there.
     Imagine if you will a 9-year-old and a 12-year-old and their parents, wearing regular sneakers, carrying no food or water, clinging to chains driven into the side of a cliff with railroad spikes, navigating narrow ledges to reach Havasu Falls at the bottom of The Grand Canyon. Oh, I forgot to mention that we also had heavy camera equipment around our necks. That crazy family was us. We have the pictures and video to prove it.
     Growing up, Dad was the cool dad. He rigged up a car stereo and 6×9 speakers in the garage, so we could listen to music outside. He would play oldies or rock, sometimes country. This was while the neighbor across the street was broadcasting Willie Nelson, or the soundtrack from Evita or the soundtrack from Les Mis.
     Don’t get me wrong, I love Evita and Les Mis now, but listening to those soundtracks as a child was depressing. So, thank God, Dad’s system was louder. To this day, he still cranks it up loud. Of course now that might be because his hearing isn’t what it used to be.
     When he would bring home a new car, the neighborhood boys would come over to “oooh” and “aaah” over it. They’d ask tons of questions that he was more than happy to answer. Then he’d spend the next two hours washing it.
     I think I volunteered him to be the DJ for my 8th grade ’50s/’60s sock hop. He lugged his record player, a slew of records, stereo system and speakers to the school. Everybody, including the teachers, had a blast. He even came up with a trivia game and handed out prizes.
     In high school, he took me to all of the Father/Daughter Dinner Dances. We danced energetically to the fast songs. And we serenaded each other as we danced to the slow songs. We were quite the pair!
     He was proud when I followed in his footsteps and went to GMI Engineering & Management Institute. (It was General Motors Institute when he went there.) I was mortified when I had to explain my Dad’s nickname for me to my college roommate. She answered the phone, and he thought it was me and greeted her, “Hi, Poozlet!”
     Yeah, don’t ask.
     On my wedding day, we were alone in the bride’s room waiting to walk down the aisle. I was nervous, and he was making jokes trying to calm my nerves. But then he got serious for a moment. He said, “I’m assuming your mother had the talk with you.”
     Oh dear God. Did he really just say that? I’m going to die now. Of embarrassment or something. I laughed. Mom and I had the talk when I was ten years old.
      “Yeah, Dad. We had the talk.”
      “Okay. Good.”
     I wonder what he would have done if I had said, “No.” I can only imagine!
     Mom and Dad came to stay with me when I had cancer. I remember waking up from surgery. Mom wore her usual cheerful caregiver smile. But Dad had what we now jokingly refer to as “Dad Face.”
     “Dad Face” is the look he gets when he wants to fix whatever is wrong, but is helpless to do so. Because ultimately, it is out of his control. It’s a very concerned, worried, loving look.
     Mom and I learned quickly that we had to assign him some tasks. That way he felt useful and accomplished something.
     When I was going through my divorce, “Dad Face” returned. Heck, for a while, Mom even had “Dad Face.” Actually, almost everyone I knew had “Dad Face.” Hard not to since I was sobbing at the drop of a hat.
     Anyway, now that Dad’s retired, he’s busier than ever. When he’s not out washing his cars or doing yardwork, he’s fishing. He frequently says, “A bad day of fishing is still better than the best day at work.”
     Mr. Catch and Release has said it enough times, we believe him. Plus, he does come back with some really interesting fish stories. However, it still boggles the mind. This is a man who is always in a rush and hates waiting in lines. Yet, he will spend hours, days and sometimes weeks fishing. Sometimes on the shore or in a boat. Most of the time in waders standing chest deep in a stream.
     Fly fishing is his favorite type of fishing. Although he sometimes uses corn. Niblets to be precise. From a can. Apparently, it works. He’s catching a lot of fish with niblets. Who knew? Niblets!
     And when he’s not fishing, he’s planning meals. Breakfast with his brothers, Old Farts luncheons (his words, not mine), and dinners with everyone else my parents know. Their social calendar is booked out for weeks. They are popular people. Well, I guess with him you do get a meal and a comedy act.
     Most of all, my Dad wants me to be happy and feel loved. I consider myself very lucky, blessed, happy and loved because I have him for a Dad. And no matter how old I get, I will always be his little girl.

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

The Dreaded Oil Change

     Bright and early this morning, I brought my vehicle in for an oil change. It was a scheduled complimentary oil change at a nearby auto dealership. I groan just typing the words. I hate having the oil changed in my vehicle. Even for free. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to do it myself. But I am a woman, going into an auto dealership, and all I want is a simple oil change.
     In my mind, I had already formulated the extra things they were going to try to convince me that I “need.” The air filter was an absolute given. Other items in the potential running were fuel filter, brake pads, system flush, A/C recharge, tire rotation, or the ever popular dissertation on tire wear and how all the tires need to be replaced.
     I was greeted by a friendly customer service specialist, Ray. He was a smiley, happy-go-lucky kind of guy. Not your typical specialist. Anyway, he was courteous and showed me to the waiting area.
     There were two other “guests” waiting already. They both ignored the television that had ESPN blaring. I brought a book to read, but the tv was so loud, I couldn’t concentrate.
     Dale Earnhardt Jr. won at Pocono. So, my dad’s happy. But California Chrome’s owner was anything but happy. By now, most of The Free World knew that. I give him credit for not stringing together a long bunch of expletives on camera. Lord knows he probably wanted to. And I loved how his wife (she was standing behind him) was poking him trying to get him to calm down during the interview. Priceless!
     I was saved from having to hear the baseball updates by the sudden wailing of a high-pitched screeching alarm. It wasn’t a car alarm. It was the building alarm. The other “guests” and I looked at each other briefly. They went back to what they were doing. I looked around to try to identify the problem. I didn’t smell smoke or see a fire. And there was an exit door directly in front of me. So, I could escape if the situation warranted.
     A guy walked out of his office and looked around in all directions before returning to his office. A second guy did the same thing. A few moments later, my buddy, Ray, came from the service area and looked around.
     I said, “That alarm is really annoying. Nobody seems to be turning it off.”
     He replied, “Huh! That’s odd.” Then he walked off.
     A minute or so later, a salesman walked to the keypad near the front door. He pressed something.
     Nothing.
     From an office, a voice yelled, “Just press ‘Silence.’”
     The salesman yelled back, “I did! It didn’t work!”
     The office voice shouted, “It should have!”
     The salesman shouted back, “It didn’t!”
     Another salesman appeared. “Did you press ‘Silence?’”
     Salesman #1 replied, “Yeah. It didn’t work.”
     Salesman #2 grunted. “Hmmm. Should’ve worked.”
     Salesman #3 approached, carrying a cup of coffee. “It needs a code.”
     Salesman #1 yelled, “Does anybody know the code?”
     The faceless office voice responded, “I don’t know the code. Does Joe know the code?”
     Salesman #2 said, “No. Joe doesn’t know the code.”
     Salesman #1 stated, “Somebody has to have the code.”
     Salesman #3 replied, “Doug knows the code.”
     Salesman #1 asked, “Where’s Doug?”
     Salesman #3 shrugged. “He’s not working today.”
     Salesman #1 swore, “Jesus Christ! Does anyone else know the code?!”
     The faceless office voice offered, “Let me ask Ann. She might know who has the code.”
     Sorry, but this was hysterical. I tried not to laugh out loud. But I guess I could have because they wouldn’t have heard me over the stupid alarm! I was also wondering where the police were. This was the building alarm. The cops should have shown up by now. We’re going on twenty minutes. My home ADT system dispatches the police to my house. They arrive in less than five minutes. How I know that is a story for another day!
     Anyway, as you might have guessed, Ann knew the code. She took care of the alarm. Thank you, Ann. Although why she didn’t take care of it without prompting was beyond me.
     By this time, Ray was approaching me with my air filter. I braced myself as he started his spiel.
     “No, thanks. I’ll keep it for a bit longer.” It didn’t look that terrible. My furnace filter has looked worse.
     Ray didn’t argue. He continued, “The wipers are a bit worn.”
     I declined those as well.
     Then he did the unimaginable. He said, “Okay,” and walked away.
     I was confused. I was prepared to say, “No,” at least a few more times. Huh!
     After signing the paperwork for $0.00, I left, smiling! The entire process took thirty-four minutes. That was the best oil change experience I’ve ever had. And they threw in a complimentary comedy act too! Bonus!

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

Happy Mother’s Day!

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     It seemed appropriate to write about the mothers in my life on Mother’s Day. If you’ve read my dating series, “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched,” you’ve already met my mom. She’s a great woman who only wants the best for me. Today, I would like to introduce my grandmothers—Victorine and Jacqueline. Continue reading

I’m Not Like Other Guys

     This is the 6th installment of my Mis-Matched to Miss Matched series, and it’s dedicated to just one bachelor.
     Bachelor #27 and I shared so many interests, it was unbelievable. Every line I read, I smiled and nodded my head. And no pets! Thank goodness. The computer screen told me that we were a 100% match! Could this be possible? After all I’ve been through already, I hoped, and I prayed.
     I’m not revealing his age or profession for reasons that will become clear as you read on.
     After a few email exchanges, we spoke on the phone. His voice was velvety smooth, an easy listening radio voice for sure. That first phone conversation lasted two hours. It felt like mere minutes. We chatted like old friends who were catching up after not speaking for a few months.
     We met for dinner shortly thereafter. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome displayed impeccable manners and was very complimentary to me.
     We had similar hobbies and the exact same taste in music. He was also a muscle car guy. A GM muscle car guy. Thank God he wasn’t a Ford or Chrysler guy. (No offense to Ford or Chrysler guys, but I know GM cars. I don’t know squat about the others.)
     Several dinners followed. We enjoyed each other’s company tremendously.
     Then one evening, he said, “We need to talk.”
     Oh crap. Nothing good ever follows those words. I braced myself.
     “There’s something I need to tell you.”
     Maybe his ex’s name is tattooed on him somewhere. Or he’s a convicted felon. A serial killer. Bodies buried in the backyard. I could be next. Mom was right! Or he’s married. Or an illegal alien. Or he works for the Mob. Or worse, he liked “50 Shades of Grey.”
     “I’ve wanted to tell you for some time now.”
     “Okay. I’m listening.”
     “I’m not like other guys.”
     At that moment, I flashed back to the beginning of Michael Jackson’s Thriller video. Those were the words Michael said to his date before he turned into the werewolf. Oh crap.
     “I like ************censored*************.”
     Huh? I was speechless. Utterly. Totally. Speechless. For the first time in my life, I had no words. None.
     This man who I thought could be, “The One,” just confessed his fetish to me. Picture me sitting there stunned. Really stunned. Deer in the headlights stunned.
     Hopefully my mouth wasn’t hanging open. I don’t remember. But it’s fully in the realm of possibility.
     My mind tried to process the words he had spoken. So many questions raced through my mind.
     “Say something.”
     Here is the unfortunate question that popped out: “Does this mean you play for both teams?”
     Disappointed, he answered, “No. I’m straight.”
     “Okay.” Meaning, okay, I heard you. But I still didn’t know what to think.
     I don’t have a problem with this fetish, in general. It’s not illegal or immoral. And I consider myself an open and accepting person. I don’t judge people’s actions when consenting adults are involved.
     “Think about it.”
     There was no doubt in my mind that’s all I would be thinking about in the near future. The question remained, “Could I live with it?”
     I thought long and hard about it for a couple of days. I researched it on the internet. There were psychological explanations and justifications. All agreed it was a harmless practice. Apparently, it is more common than any of us would ever have imagined.
     I finally made my decision. I couldn’t live with it.
     I wanted to, because he seemed like a great guy, otherwise. We had so much in common. He treated me beautifully. Everything had been falling into place.
     But I couldn’t live with this one thing. It was too big. And he wasn’t willing to give it up.
     So, that was the end of that.
     When I told my mother I broke up with him, she couldn’t believe it. “What was wrong with this one? You said he was perfect.”
     “He had a fetish.”
     “Oh my God! Oh my God! Don’t tell me!”
     “But…”
     “No, don’t tell me! I don’t want to know what it is.”
     “It’s not horrible. I just couldn’t live with it. It’s not like he murders people or anything.”
     “No! Don’t say it! I don’t want to have nightmares!”
     “But…”
     “No! Don’t tell me!”
     So that, my friends, is why the fetish is censored. I do not want to be responsible for giving my mother nightmares. Since she loses so much sleep worrying about me to begin with, when she does fall asleep, I don’t want it to be nightmares about this particular fetish.
     I don’t want anyone he knows to find out either. It’s not like he broadcasts this to his family, friends and co-workers. He was a nice guy. It just didn’t work out.
     I think I’m going to watch the Thriller video now. Michael Jackson and Vincent Price—now there’s a perfect combination! Here’s a link to it, just in case you want to see it too. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOnqjkJTMaA
     Stay tuned for the next chapter, “The Foreign Contingent.”

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal

Saddle Up!

     I try to read my friends’ blogs as much as I can. And I have to admit I was quite surprised by one friend’s blog. “Why?” you ask. Because Michael wrote about me. It caught me completely off-guard. As I read it, I laughed, I blushed, and at times, I wanted to cry. Thank you, Michael!

     I received many emails and messages from guys wishing they were cowboys, based on my last “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” episode. Several were laugh out loud funny. One guy wanted to take me line dancing and then saddle up and ride off into the sunset with me. Another wanted to be Roy Rogers to my Dale Evans. One even wanted to demonstrate his rope tricks. Um, yikes! No!

     Most mentioned riding off on horses. Apparently, they missed the part where I’m allergic to animals. I have two words – reading comprehension. Sheesh.

     Michael’s piece was by far the best thing I read regarding this subject. So, I am posting the link to it. It really is a must-read. Not because it’s about me, because it’s really, really good.

Here’s the link to “Dang!” http://moejoemojo.wordpress.com/2014/04/25/dang/

Copyright © 2014 by Suzanne Purewal