The Squawk Radio Chicks

Barbara Samuel

Yes…this is La Nora…

And Elaine Spencer…more dreaming of her success as a TKA agent.

The Squawk Radio Chicks

Barbara Samuel

Yes…this is La Nora…

And Elaine Spencer…more dreaming of her success as a TKA agent.

Maria had to rise at the ass-crack of dawn to go to the Beaumonde workshop. My festivities don’t begin until later today, which is a good thing. I was up a little late last night…

(pictures with descriptions below)
The TKA party was last night. My lovely agency chartered a couple of buses and drove us the hour+ to picturesque Madison, GA to attend the soiree.

The sidewalk leading to the office was lined with mason jars containing tea-lights. It was the most charming thing I’ve ever seen. We walk around to the back of the Craftsman styled home to be greeted by Lauraine Snelling. I’m not sure she meant to be the greeter, but she greeted us.

We were serenaded by guitar while we snacked on very southern food. Cheese grits, hush puppies made fresh right in front of you, little bar-b-que sandwiches, and freshly made pralines. The food was to die for.
Of course, I just wanted to pull a chair up in front of the grits and shovel them in my mouth while the hush puppy lady kept me supplied. Diet? What diet?

Monica Burns, Maria Geraci, and Me.Here, Elaine Spencer dreams of her great success as a new TKA agent with TKA client Andrea Wilder. (Funny story about Andrea, she was one of the first few people I ever met outside my circle of friends. Pam Trader and I met her at the NJ Conference 4 years ago and now she’s a fellow TKA sista!)
Me and the fabulous Marley Gibson. Okay, I’m laughing now. That’s Marley and Me. (It’s a book title…work with me)

And last but NEVER least, Deidre and me.

Maria had to rise at the ass-crack of dawn to go to the Beaumonde workshop. My festivities don’t begin until later today, which is a good thing. I was up a little late last night…

(pictures with descriptions below)
The TKA party was last night. My lovely agency chartered a couple of buses and drove us the hour+ to picturesque Madison, GA to attend the soiree.

The sidewalk leading to the office was lined with mason jars containing tea-lights. It was the most charming thing I’ve ever seen. We walk around to the back of the Craftsman styled home to be greeted by Lauraine Snelling. I’m not sure she meant to be the greeter, but she greeted us.

We were serenaded by guitar while we snacked on very southern food. Cheese grits, hush puppies made fresh right in front of you, little bar-b-que sandwiches, and freshly made pralines. The food was to die for.
Of course, I just wanted to pull a chair up in front of the grits and shovel them in my mouth while the hush puppy lady kept me supplied. Diet? What diet?

Monica Burns, Maria Geraci, and Me.Here, Elaine Spencer dreams of her great success as a new TKA agent with TKA client Andrea Wilder. (Funny story about Andrea, she was one of the first few people I ever met outside my circle of friends. Pam Trader and I met her at the NJ Conference 4 years ago and now she’s a fellow TKA sista!)
Me and the fabulous Marley Gibson. Okay, I’m laughing now. That’s Marley and Me. (It’s a book title…work with me)

And last but NEVER least, Deidre and me.

We stuffed goody bags until we had calluses this morning.

There are 18 books per bag. (or should be. Some bag stuffers were “stuffer-challenged”)

We’re headed down to register in just a minute. The bee-hive is beginning to buzz. Sunday and Monday were quiet days but this morning, the thrum of Romance writers began to sound.

I have full blown cold and have been miserable for the last two days. It’s getting better, slowly but surely. Thank God for Maria Geraci. Nurse Maria has made everything all right.

I met The Blogless One, finally. We had a great couple of days of bonding.

Tomorrow, I hope to have pictures from the TKA party. I’m gonna be awful damn cute in polka dots.

We stuffed goody bags until we had calluses this morning.

There are 18 books per bag. (or should be. Some bag stuffers were “stuffer-challenged”)

We’re headed down to register in just a minute. The bee-hive is beginning to buzz. Sunday and Monday were quiet days but this morning, the thrum of Romance writers began to sound.

I have full blown cold and have been miserable for the last two days. It’s getting better, slowly but surely. Thank God for Maria Geraci. Nurse Maria has made everything all right.

I met The Blogless One, finally. We had a great couple of days of bonding.

Tomorrow, I hope to have pictures from the TKA party. I’m gonna be awful damn cute in polka dots.

Watch out, Atlanta, here I come…

Watch out, Atlanta, here I come…

Last night, one of my lads came for a visit. Simon and a new guy, Gary, drove from their camp in Amory, MS and stayed with us. (Gary’s not really new…he just wasn’t at the Oxford camp this year. BUT, he was one of the coaches last year…and I have the pics to prove it) We had a great time. The only thing missing was Grant. (we missed you terribly) Sorry to say, he was still in Daphne, AL probably sucking down a bevvy and hanging with the rest of the gang.

Gary is a great addition to the family.

My boys were thrilled to finally have a chance to pay Simon back for all the wet willies he inflicted on them while staying with us. It didn’t quite work out as they had planned, but it was close.

This is the pain Simon and Grant inflicted nightly on the boys:

This is the pain my children tried to inflict on Simon:

ATLANTA BOUND

Tomorrow is my flight for Atlanta. I have to leave the house by 6:30 am for the hour drive to Memphis Airport. I still have to pack, but no worries, all will be well. I just wish I had my voice right now.

Yes, that’s right, I’ve lost my voice.

And this happened just before Nationals last year, too. Why does this happen to me?

I felt it coming on starting Wednesday and by last night, I sounded like Kathleen Turner. By the end of the night, I sounded like Minnie Pearl. Now, I don’t sound at all.

Do you know how hard it is to yell at your kids when you have no voice?

Anyway, I don’t care. I’m not sick, just voiceless…which is probably a godsend for my family.

I’ll blog again soon!

Last night, one of my lads came for a visit. Simon and a new guy, Gary, drove from their camp in Amory, MS and stayed with us. (Gary’s not really new…he just wasn’t at the Oxford camp this year. BUT, he was one of the coaches last year…and I have the pics to prove it) We had a great time. The only thing missing was Grant. (we missed you terribly) Sorry to say, he was still in Daphne, AL probably sucking down a bevvy and hanging with the rest of the gang.

Gary is a great addition to the family.

My boys were thrilled to finally have a chance to pay Simon back for all the wet willies he inflicted on them while staying with us. It didn’t quite work out as they had planned, but it was close.

This is the pain Simon and Grant inflicted nightly on the boys:

This is the pain my children tried to inflict on Simon:

ATLANTA BOUND

Tomorrow is my flight for Atlanta. I have to leave the house by 6:30 am for the hour drive to Memphis Airport. I still have to pack, but no worries, all will be well. I just wish I had my voice right now.

Yes, that’s right, I’ve lost my voice.

And this happened just before Nationals last year, too. Why does this happen to me?

I felt it coming on starting Wednesday and by last night, I sounded like Kathleen Turner. By the end of the night, I sounded like Minnie Pearl. Now, I don’t sound at all.

Do you know how hard it is to yell at your kids when you have no voice?

Anyway, I don’t care. I’m not sick, just voiceless…which is probably a godsend for my family.

I’ll blog again soon!