Blog Tour: Cue Ball Mysteries

Posted on February 3, 2013 by cbmuser

Road Trip!

Well, sort of, anyway. I’m embarking on my very first blog tour. The fabulous Bella over at Cozy Mystery Book Reviews is my travel agent, and she’s arranged a whole week of Cindy Blackburn and the Cue Ball Mysteries on the web. I’ll be stopping at the following places this week, so please come by and leave a comment or two. Traveling alone is no fun.

Monday, February 4 – Lily Pond Reads
Tuesday, February 5 – Melina the Reader
Wednesday, February 6 – Read Your Writes Book Reviews
Thursday, February 7 – Saph’s Book Blog
Friday, February 8 – Tess Tipton at Cozy Mystery Book Reviews
Saturday, February 9 – Brooke Blogs
Sunday, February 10 – Cozy Up With Kathy

High Definition Decadence

Posted on February 3, 2013 by cbmuser

Trust me, a forty-seven inch television
Has never been my dream or vision

But lo and behold , it’s what we just bought
When we went shopping and a TV we sought

The bigger the better somehow became our motto
We looked at the options and all logic went blotto

Luckily hubby re-gained his senses today
Since installing this monster was no child’s play

But now for the super bowl we are quite prepared
And of a large-screen TV we are no longer scared

From Soup to Nuts

Posted on January 20, 2013 by cbmuser

First dinner party in our new place
It was nice to have plenty of space

Our other dining room was not nearly so roomy
But with plenty of elbow room, no need to be gloomy

Our broccoli soup is always enjoyed
And so easy to make without getting annoyed

Hubby as usual was in charge of the roast
And me? I made some bruschetta toasts

We forgot about the carrots, but never fear
Lo and behold, we have a microwave here!

Earlier that day I baked brownies for dessert
Adding ice cream and chocolate sauce never does hurt

Last but not least we sipped on some port
And with this morning’s poem you now have my report.

Green Thumb, Here I Come

Posted on January 13, 2013 by cbmuser

Hip, hip hooray
Our indoor garden begins today

For a long time, we’ve wanted one
And in our new place, we have lots of sun

Some cactus plants is how we will start
We want easy, since we’re not very smart

Cacti like dry and lots of neglect
To novices like us, that means perfect

Cast Iron plants we also will use
Because, you guessed it, they thrive on abuse

We might try some stuff a bit more fragile
But probably not for a very long while

We have lots of pots and other things we need
And with a little luck, our plants might succeed.

Betty’s Morning Routine

Posted on January 6, 2013 by cbmuser

In the morning when I’m still in bed
Betty the Cat sits down on my head
Thus telling me she wants to be fed

And if I keep sleeping and show little care
Betty the Cat starts licking my hair
In our breakfast time struggles she thinks this is fair

The hair-thing to me seems weird, indeed
But Betty the Cat does have her needs
And so I get up and dish out her feed

The Bedless Blues

Posted on December 30, 2012 by cbmuser

Moved yesterday, and the bed
Has yet to arrive
So we’re sleeping on a futon mattress
I think we will survive

I may be a little crazy
Okay, so make that a lot
But I kinda like sleeping on the floor
It’s like camping, but then it’s not

Betty the cat likes it also
She is purring next to me
As long as she’s got a soft blanket
That is all she needs

Hubby’s a little bigger than us
This morning he says he is sore
His hip fell off the edge last night
For a mattress he needs a bit more

The bed arrives tomorrow
Tables, and chairs, and a couch
We’ll settle in more normally then
And Hubby can stop saying ouch.

Boxing Day

Posted on December 23, 2012 by cbmuser

Weirdest Christmas ever
Our Charleston ties we are about to sever
The timing of this is anything but clever

Moving on December twenty-six
A stupider date we could not have pixed
My body and brain will need to be fixed

We’re packing up boxes
With fragiles and sockses
Is this one full of heavy rockes?

What was I thinking?
I swear I had not been drinking
That box over there seems to be clinking

Now the bookshelves are done
That’s one victory won
But packing up the kitchen will not be much fun

Tomorrow we tackle the shed
A chore I truly do dread
And through it all the cat clamors to be fed

Christmas Eve will be the final packing
Arranging thing as we are taping and stacking
The holiday spirit I seem to be lacking

The movers will arrive at nine
I sure hope all will be fine
Moving on Boxing day ought to be a crime

Chili Unleashed

Posted on December 9, 2012 by cbmuser

Hubby made a pot of chili last night
Watching him roast hot peppers is a glorious sight
He did not set fire to anything this time, saving me a fright

I love hubby’s cooking, especially his chili
So hot and spicy, it makes me rather silly
His ingredient list is most definitely NOT willy-nilly

The mad scientist in him comes out in the kitchen
To see what he’ll think of next, I am now a-itchin’
When your hubby likes to cook, there’s no cause for bitchin’

Homebody

Posted on November 25, 2012 by cbmuser

A four-day weekend sure has been nifty
And since I don’t shop Black Friday
I’ve even been thrifty

The cat likes it when her people are home to stay
I think she gets unhappy
When we are away

We ate lots of turkey and leftovers, too
Despite many long walks
Our stomachs likely grew

Of course all that turkey did make me quite sleepy
I can’t remember when I took naps
Or slept nearly so deeply

No shortage of TV football did my hubby lack
And I read a mystery
From the front to the back

Some time to waste time is indeed swell
Tomorrow is Monday: A thought on which
I care not to dwell

Talking Turkey: An Ode to Thanksgiving

Posted on November 18, 2012 by cbmuser

Thanksgiving recipe options today we explore
Perusing food magazines and internet resources galore
To my gourmet-minded hubby I humbly implore
Let’s keep it simple–remember less is really more
And the last time we got carried away we dropped the turkey on the floor

He argues no guest that year headed for the door
In fact, he says, he recollects that for sure
Those people liked the bird so much they clamored for more, more, more, more!

The fiasco that’s become the stuff of legend and lore
Was the year I ordered a free-range jobby, like, two weeks before
But when I went to pick it up at the health-food store
That fourteen pound turkey which I thought I would score
Was only a seven-pounder, and boy did I roar
I’m feeding six people! I need more, more, more more!

With a bird that small our Thanksgiving would have failed
So with much arguing and ado, over the butcher I prevailed
And at least a ten pound turkey I finally nailed
Thus, along with all our side dishes, through the holiday we sailed
Indeed, our sweet potato pie that year was heralded and hailed
So even with that measly little turkey our meal was not derailed

Oh, and while I’ve been distracted by this poem and not looking
Hubby’s been planning what we’ll be cooking
Trust me, a restaurant reservation we need not be booking

Happy Thanksgiving

CB Mysteries

Cozy mysteries with humor and romance by Cindy Blackburn

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