The Las Vegas Shooting.

I’m going to start out by saying that my family is safe. This is the main purpose for this post, because I want loved ones to know that the Yardley family is accounted for.

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That isn’t the case for everyone, and that’s difficult to wrap my head around. Last night was a panic as the story unfolded. It was a rush of undigestable information, people saying that there were shootings at New York, New York as well as the Mandalay Bay. Friends working on the Strip took cover, or took the back roads to get home. They pulled over and picked up strangers fleeing on foot, driving them away from the screams.

Ambulances were overwhelmed and there was a call for civilians to drive non-critical shooting victims to local hospitals. Locals offered services, like bottles of water or food or rides or places to stay. “I have a couch for someone who needs it. I can fit six people in the basement if you sleep on the floor. I have blankets. I have fresh diapers and baby supplies.”

Of course, there was the ugly, too. The screaming and blaming and shaming before the bodies were even cold. Pictures of corpses innundated Twitter. I couldn’t look. If it was someone I knew, I didn’t want to see them like that. I didn’t want the responsibility of saying, “Oh no,” and being the one to telephone a friend or acquaintance to ask if they had gotten a hold of so-and-so, because I saw a picture that looked so very much like them, and perhaps…

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Now it is morning.  I didn’t sleep last night. Now I’m checking to see if the kids are supposed to go to school today. I’m trying to figure out how to tell my girls about what happened. I don’t know what to say.

My son’s bus driver pulled up half an hour late.

“Are you and your family okay?” I asked him. We looked each other in the eyes, like real people do.

“My niece was at the concert. She hid in the bushes. After I’m done with my route, I need to pick her up.”

This affects everybody. I don’t even know. I don’t know what to say.

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Come to Miss Murder’s Reading at Joe Maxx Coffee Company! And a Free Raffle!

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Beginning the blanket you’ll win!

I’m absolutely delighted to be reading at the  Joe Maxx Coffee Company’s Dime Grinds this Sunday, October 1. Dime Grinds is a free live reading program from 2-4 PM where you can listen to readings, ask the authors questions, buy books, and enjoy book signings. Coffee is ten cents a cup, so kick back and enjoy!

I’ll also be holding a free raffle for a soft, flannel Halloween blanket that I made. I started it in my hotel room during the Storymaker’s conference (which is one of the best writing conferences I’ve ever been to) and I’m finishing it up now. In fact, it’s lying on the floor in pieces as we speak. Everybody who attends the reading get a ticket. If you purchase one of my books online or at the reading, you get a second ticket. The winner will be drawn out of a hat there at the reading, and boom! You go home with a handmade blanket for the darkest of holidays. Your chances of winning are exceptional, so come on by! I hope to see you. 🙂

 Joe Maxx Coffee Company

2:00 -4:00 pm

500 E. Windmill, 89123

 

 

Ann Wilson in Las Vegas!

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My first concert was Heart’s Bad Animals tour when I was seven years old. I’ll forever be thankful that my dad was cool enough to take me. They’ve been one of my favorite bands forever. So when Ann Wilson preformed on Fremont Street, I was all over that!

Her voice is so incredible. I always wanted to sing like Ann Wilson or Bonnie Tyler, but I sound more like a very timid Jewel.

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It was 105 degrees outside with no airflow, so we were dying a bit. This is what a very hot Ann Wilson fan looks like. But it was so worth it!

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What an amazing night! Her music moved my soul. What a pleasure to let go a little bit and dance in the street my husband and happy strangers!

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Who are some favorites you’d love to see in concert, or see again?

Indoor Camping

We Yardleys really know how to rough it. Or at least we know how to enjoy ourselves. Ever have a day where you just want to build a blanket fort and crawl inside for the rest of your life? We have those days quite a bit. What’s more? We do it.

Not only did we build a fort big enough for all of us, but we roasted marshmallows over the gas stove in our kitchen. It was an easy way to add a bit of sparkle to the day.

Nightmare Fuel: Scorpions in Las Vegas

Or in my backyard, if we’re going to be more exact. Perhaps a few of you know that a bark scorpion stung me and sent me to the ER a few weeks ago. I had a healthy respect for them before, but now I know exactly how deadly they can be. Which makes this blacklight scorpion hunt even more terrifying. My husband killed eight scorpions that night. Eight.

Black Widows, and Brown Recluses

Vegas is home to a whole bunch of creepy crawlies, and I’m not just talking about the human kind. We have a plethora of black widows and brown recluses in our backyard.

The chickens used to eat them like nobody’s business. Since we traded the chickens for Marsh and Taco Truck the outdoor cats, we now have to have people come spray for these suckers.

Walk softly and in combat boots, friends!

 

The Thing No Parent Wants To Think Of

 

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Comfortable? Not at all. Necessary? Absolutely.

It’s something that my husband and I have discussed for a long time. Niko is friendly, gregarious, and just as apt to sit on somebody’s lap now as he was when he was two years old. Kisses from a toddler are darling. From a teenager who can’t read the situation? Not so much.

And that’s just hugging and kissing. Growing up in Las Vegas presents a whole new set of challenges when it comes to sexual situations. I’m sure you can imagine.

I’m glad to be taking the class, but I have to admit I’m doing it with gritted teeth and a fearful heart. But we can do difficult things.