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Did anyone notice that the gas prices went down?

Way down.

Almost as soon as Barack was elected?

Can a human be a good luck charm?

I haven't heard alot of people mention gas prices. The world is really silent right now, except for the layover celebrations from the election.

The ecomony is still in a upheaval. The Big three are in trouble. My dad worked for GM and retired when I was born. Yet, they aren't making any cars, now that we can afford to put gas in them.

I haven't seen prices this low since before I started driving.

It's a good thing and a change is going to come. Things can only get better.

About two weeks ago I was invited to a Bengali Henna party. My life long friend had married an Bengali gentlemen and that(unbeknownst to me) meant I was partial to being invited to several exciting extravaganzas.

So when I agreed to go I assumed that a few of us would sit in a lounge painting spirals and flowers on our ankles and wrists with a sticky, black or red glossy substance.

When we entered the Woodward Bar and Lounge I was greeted with a beautiful sight of the lovely Henna Artist, and future bride of my friends brother seated, under a giant seafoam green and gold tent made of an elegant, wispy silk. She was adorned in green and gold headress and sparkling Bengali gown. The view literary took my breath away and since I was in a familiar bar, I began to search for the comfortable leather stool where I had sat for hours during a WSU alumini benefit, sipping an strong colorful cocktail. Long elegant gowns splashed with diamonds, golden jewels and bright coordinated rainbow colors accompained the guests. I celebrated with white and silver garments and my brand new beloved crystal sandles that I had stored away in the closet awaiting a chance like this. Shiny silver polish graced my toes and fingernails. So I was not as nearly as vivid, yet still sophisticated.

We all anxiously stood in line while we waited to greet the bride whom was seated in front of a plentiful tray of plums, dates, a large red/green man-made twisted grape tree, fruits and a watermelon boat  filled with kiwi and juicy apple squares. The catered feast was fit for a queen and the humble bride resembled a egyptian princess. It was customary to feed the bride out of respect and she in turn fed each guest, indivdually. I was skeptical and slightly nervous having never embarked on a exotic journey, such as this Henna/Bachelorette party. When it was my turn to feed the young bride and Henna artist, we instantly became fast friends and she invited me to dance with her later, another high social Bengali honor.

Later we dinned on shrimp and vegatable fried rice, non alcholic drinks(unfortuantely),and fresh green salad with lemon wedges. For desert we feasted on a snow white castle-shaped cake. I expected traditional Bengali twisting and turning in the middle of the dance floor while  becoming dizzy with the swirl and flow of brilliant skirts. However, we danced into the night to current music, while the DJ mixed in the traditional high pitched indian music.

The bride presented herself again later in a breath-taking matching seafoam gown and headpiece adorned with elegant gold beads. Her tiny royal frame floated about greeting and dancing with all the guests. She wore an positively eye catching ancient Bengali red,royal blue and gold chandlier earring and heavy ornament necklace.

Around 1 am when I lay down to rest I dreamed all night about the realistic colorful celebration and my new spectcular experience.

... And I am absolutely ready for take off to my next European vacation!

For any of my 5000 fans that visit my site every month,let me apologize in advance for the lack of updates. I am having technological difficulties and my site won't let me move one cyber muscle. Hence, you have been joined with the same German telephone conversation since merciful March.

In October 2008, I will embark on the trip of a lifetime with my WSU college collegues. On another whirlwind week of fun in the Euro-train sun!

We will travel through Lucious London, hop the bullet train to Passionate Paris, Beautiful Brussels and still our nerves in the Netherlands!

How can I express my joy, truly and honestly? On my return trip I will fill in all you bountiful Bloggers out there waiting to hear about it. So Stay tuned for more eager news to come and if you are a Wayne state University Alumini,then hop on....

As an educator, I feel I can't have a blog this popular without giving something back to the world so enjoy this educational Tree Puzzle; be amazed; be dazzled, quiz your friends and family! Grab a cup of Java and enjoy!

The schoolmaster's tree- the Birch

You hold in your hand-the Palm

Lying next to the sea- the Beech

So straightly stands - the Plum

Natty, handsome and tall- The Spruce

Tells tales on its mates- the Peach

Falls down in the slow dying fire -the Ash

Contracts and dialtes-the Rubber

Cleans the floor- the Broom

That fisherman prize- the Bass

Got up in the morning - the Rose

Droops, languishes and dies- the Pine

Oft flies in a cloud- the Locust

Cavorts and dances and runs- the Caper

Barks deeply and loud- the Bay

Always level and flat- the Plane

Ever makes a low sound- Aloe; Whispering Pine

City of Ireland names - the Cork

Fruit golden and round -the Orange

Always cracking old jokes - the Chestnut

Mouth like a man - the Tulip

Englishman moves when he steers - the (H)elm

Acorn began - the Oak

Carried by people who mourn -the Cypress

Trembles and shakes - the Aspen

Drink at our meals - the Coffee

Unfortunately, I cannot claim this is mine. It's from a 1947 journal of school exercises for children.

There should be a educational blog on fox 2 for all things such as this.

I was in a Detroit area bookstore today and there was this antique vampire book that sang to my soul. I really wanted it. There was a $10 tag on the molten silver book jacket. It was put there by the publisher.

It was old and it was dirty and it was ancient. I was lucky it didn't smell.

Big coffee colored, sploches, painted the pages and spine.

I thought I had hit the jackpot I was sure they were going to discount it half price or more!

I was supposed to walk out of there feeling good about the deal I had gotten.

Wrong.

I handed it over to a woman about my age with a natural. She passed it to the middle age bookstore owner. After  waiting about 10 minutes with my mom suffering in the hot car. The gushing book proprieter came from the back exclaiming that it was a collectors item and out of print. He explained that a new one would sell for about $25-$30.

My brow wrinkled.

"But there's a $10 price tag on the jacket, and it's filthy!" I cried!

He simply said again, that it was out of print and a collectors item.

Now about this time I started to remember the MI law about giving a consumer the price that's listed. I know that, yet I said nothing.

I left the store running and underwhelmed. I'm not a thief, but I felt I had been robbed without purchasing a thing.

What should I do? What would you do?

You have heard about MOI the fiesty , French horror novel now check out a sneak peak inside and blog me back....

Donna's hair was alive and feeding on Amber's young ample body. Amber's aunt , Elle,caught the pair and was stuck in frozen amazment. As long as she didn't look directly at them she could see. Elle tried to move forward, but couldn't her mind told her she was wearing a pair of heavy leaden boots. It was a trick of the mind she knew.

 A Glamour of some sort!

There was a red fire axe on the wall. It stood out like a beam of Holy Light. Somehow she managed to get it and she wasn't sure if she was close enough , but she swung with everything she had.The heavy axe took off Donna's head and he corrupting mop of hair. There was a blood flood and the curly mass ran off like a pet in The Addam's Family.

This is an excerpt of the short story The Rock Star; within the horror novel, Moi: French Confessions of an American Girl. Published by iUniverse 2008.

You can purchase more exciting French Horror www.frencheuphoria.com

Does anyone remember Tales from the Crypt, the series? The horrifying crypt keeper and the way he used to jump out of that coffin every time, still gives me goosebumps. I think it used to come on HBO and it was serious frightful fun! Well, I have rediscovered it and it still is the bomb! I am a horror writer as many of you that have explored my website already know. And I live and literature for that kind of stuff.

That's my old favorite.

I have found a new delightful little series called The Tudors and it's on Showtime. Now it's not scary in the least, not horror wise. The only frightening thing about it is that you become so involved with these characters and you already know how it ends. It's in the second season and it is a fantastic story.

Anne Boelyn is already started to tick Henry VIII off  about being faithful and I fear for her and her lovely head. I sit on the edge of my seat every week. That's how deep the series takes  you into the lives of these ancient monarchs. At this point in the series the king has already met Boelyn's successor.

I love horror and history.

Let me tell you about MOI....(me)

Am I getting ready to go and on about myself?

No way.

"Moi" is the French word for "me", in case you didn't know and believe me I have was surprised that some English speaking individuals don't recognize this elementary French word. If you are one of those people don't despair. Just hang ten over at my website www.frencheuphoria.com and there you can learn all the French you need to survive at least an opening introduction at the airport. This month's special: We JUMP INTO GERMAN lessons. But there are plenty of French words hanging out at the euphoric party I call my wonderful website. So explore galore and renedez-vous for montly updates.

Back to our regularly scheduled program.....

Moi: French Confessions of an American Girl is the new novel that was published on my mom's B-day 2/2/08 and is ready for special delievery to you! I am thrilled to offer this French Collection of Horror shorts/poems. Please indulge me a moment ....while I fill you in on the French fantastic collection. There are some scary hot confessions preceeding each little ditty of a story.I bring the romance and the horror. Think of it like Jane Austen meets King Kong... just kidding... Stephen King and if he ever retires like he said he would three or more years ago maybe some of us lowly horror authors would have a chance.

After you dive in too deep, beause my stories will take you there.... write me with your constructive criticism comments.....

Au revoir

When you hear the word frencheuphoria you might think what exactly is it ? What does it mean? Is it even English? The word is smooth and flows  easy across your lips and ends in a kiss. When you say it can you feel your lips pucker up at the end of the word? Can you? It's a sweet state of mind. When I first discovered it, I was looking for something to name my offical author website to promote my  French based books. I use the  glorious country of France like a character in my novels and  I wanted  to represent the way I felt when I visited France many times. When I repeat  the word, I feel euphoric and cool, like butter wouldn't melt in my mouth. So what does it mean? Let's discover it together.

Well..... French is what you call people that live in France or an area of France. I am using it in this case like the adjective it is.

Euphoria or Euphoric is an extremely happy state of mind.  Almost like drug induced ( at least the legal kind).

So when you bring the two words together your result in a complete cloud of  nirvana.  That's how I want my books to make people feel, like they are drunk on the euphoria of  knowlege from my words that grace the pages in my books and poems.

Can you identify?

With so much worry and strife and negativity in today's life, Most men would rather not take a wife. They'd rather chill with their boys and play with electronic toys. Get  a real job I say to them, to the world. So we can raise our boys and girls. Open their minds to reality, let their eyes really see that the world won't get much better unless we all work together.... Peace and Love