Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Suspicious Minds by Christy Barritt


Q & A with Mystery Author Christy Barritt

Mysteries that play havoc on the nerves and the funny bone!

Q: Tell us about your featured book.

A: In Suspicious Minds, crime-scene cleaner Gabby St. Claire takes a mold remediation job to make ends meet. While in the crawlspace of a dilapidated old house, she finds Elvis—dead and still wearing his blue suede shoes! Gabby can’t resist sticking her nose into another investigation. Along the way, she tries to figure out her love life, her spiritual life and the wacky world of Elvis impersonators!

Q: Where did you get the idea for Suspicious Minds?

A: I’ve been writing for my local newspaper for five years now. One interview I did was with an Elvis impersonator (or, an Elvis Tribute Artist, as I was quickly informed) performing at a senior citizens’ center. I had no idea what to expect before I went. After I finished the interview (and I’ve had easier times getting interviews with senators than I did with this guy after his show), the president of his fan club came running after me as I walked to my car. She presented me with an autographed picture of him. I thought, this man has a fan club? The ideas spun from there.

Q: Your book touches on the issues of loneliness and abandonment. Is this something that you’ve dealt with?

A: In some ways, the more I write, the lonelier I become. Writing is such a solitary job and best writing times are often my worst times of isolation. I struggle with being alone and feeling unconnected. For my mental well-being, I make sure I get out of the house several times during the week. Sometimes I’ll take my computer to Starbucks and work there. Other times, I’ll participate in different “mommy groups.” It takes effort, though. I’m a more effective writer if I’m out and among people. But, as the book points out, you can be surrounded by people and still be lonely.

Q: I heard you’re doing some local Mystery Dinner Theaters featuring characters from your book. Can you tell us more about that?

A: I’m so excited! The way everything has come together for the Suspicious Minds Mystery Dinner Theater is truly because of a Higher Power. I had the crazy idea to write a mystery dinner theater for the release of my book. But doors began opening up and it’s evolved into something much bigger. I actually have a troupe of actors who are willing to perform the play several times in the summer and once a month after that. Churches, libraries, schools and clubs are hosting the event—they’re in charge of the food and advertising. Any donations for the event will go directly toward whatever project they’d like. The actors will come in and act, giving them an outlet for their talents. And I’ll sell my book afterward, a portion of the proceeds going toward whatever cause is featured. It’s going to be a blast! We still have some dates open. If anyone is interested, they can email me at cebarritt@yahoo.com for more information.

Q: Do you ever find it hard to balance being a mom and writing?

A: Definitely! But I’m learning to trust my gut to know when I’m off-balance. Then I need to take time to evaluate how I’m spending my hours. Life is constantly a process of learning, changing and adjusting!

Q: What’s next for you?

A: I’m writing the third book in the Squeaky Clean Mystery series. Gabby, of course, has to get into some more trouble! But she also explores her relationships… from friendships, to romance, to God. She has some unresolved issues from her past that she needs to lay to rest. And, of course, she has crime scenes to clean!

Visit Christy’s website at: www.christybarritt.com for more information!


Monday, June 02, 2008

He Still Gives Me Tingles

Today Hubs and I were word bantering via email when I finally decided he won the word war and said, "You know you love me."

To which he replied:

"That is indisputable and quite obvious."

Now, you could take that two ways. Obvious? As in obviously he loves me, because why else would he stick around with my poor homemaking skills and body going the way of gravity?

I choose to take that as the compliment I think he was making (I'm not going to ask) and sigh a big ole 14 year-old sigh of infatuation like I did back when he complimented my ability to burn marshmallows and tick off one of the leading ladies of our freshman class.

And this following the middle of the night minute long interlude of his hand gently resting on my mid-back wherein I have decided he was praying for me. (I was long gone for the night and he knows better (if you know what I'm saying) so when I said "what?" (meaning did-the-baby-wake-and-I-didn't-hear?) and he said "nothing" I promptly decided to go back to sleep but almost felt tingles emanating from his hand and running through my body to the source of my concern. And, just like that, it was over when he lifted his hand and went to sleep himself.)

Amazing. After 12 years of marriage he can still shock me with his love. (What's really shocking is that he still loves me after all he has to forgive me.)

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Day Three of Processing (obsessing)

I slept better last night. No bug dreams. I did wake with a headache and have been fighting it all day. I'm just so stinking tense. And I don't want to do anything but lay on the couch. Part of that may be that I'm fighting a cold (who gets a cold in MAY?). I'm going to blame the cold until it is over and then I'll worry about whether I'm being depressed. I just can't make myself do anything.

Like hold up my head.

No, really. I keep finding myself with my head propped on my arm, just struggling to stay upright.

Pretty sure it's the cold.

My mom took the news rather well. There was only flash of momentary panic before she masked it well and said all the appropriate things. Not the least of which is. "It's probably nothing, but you just need to check and make sure." Which is what everyone is saying. And what we said to my sister two weeks before her mastectomy.

So.

I'm feeling pretty good about it and only panic once or twice a day. And it probably is nothing. I don't have (nor have ever had) the lifestyle that something like this generally stems from, so it would have to be the genetic version. And what are the odds?

Don't answer that.

But at the end of the day, God is still God. He is still on the throne. He is still good. And He does, in fact, know that my kids need me and I do have to be there to see them get married and have their own babies and by-george-cancer-is-unacceptable!

Friday, May 30, 2008

To Say the Least

Every time I dozed off last night I dreamed of bugs. Big nasty bugs. On my pillow. I kept waking (not really knowing I ever slept), gasping, batting at the bug, reaching to turn on the lamp and then realizing it was probably another dream.

I did this a lot when we were first married, except it was ants, not tarantulas and ants the size of my index finger.

I remembered that once I was told what dreaming of bugs meant, but I forgot so this morning I googled it. (Man I love google. What did I do before the internet?) The very first hit?

"To see a bug in your dream, suggests that you are worried about something. It is symbolic of your anxieties and/or fears. What is literally bugging you?" (From www.dreammoods.com)

Yeah, you could say that.

I also dreamed going in for the procedure. I think I'll have actually done the procedure 100 times before I actually go have it.

And I dreamed that I went back to high school. Ick. It was horrid. I was trying to juggle my kids and school work and a "social life" when it occurred to me, "Hey! I have a college degree! Screw this!" (Hey, I was in high school and I said things like that back then.) And I up and left. So there.

I can't figure out how to tell my mom who is currently sleeping in my basement, in over her head worrying about my sister.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

It's Probably Nothing

But after a week of forgetting to return my doctor's phone calls (because I was assuming the best and promptly forgot as soon as I deleted the message(s)) they caught me today, apologized for stalking me, and told me that my pap came back abnormal.

So, though it is probably a false alarm, I would appreciate prayers. Girl cancer seems to run in my family and I'd prefer it not find its way to me.

Much thanks.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Ahhhhh, to write like this.

Or even to just have those holy thoughts.

And all I want to do today is SCREAM. Actually, my throat hurts from doing a little too much of that today.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Skid by Rene Gutteridge

After a rash of mediocre reading last month, I am thrilled to report the drought is OVER! I read several great books the last couple weeks and this was one of them. Rene Gutteridge does it again, combining humor and suspense. Who else on earth can put a pig on an airplane with a diamond thief, or two, and a secret shopper and make it readable? (Please, don't let that last sentence scare you off, it is overly great!) And this is one of those rare books that I'd give a 5 on Amazon. Pick it up!

And just in case you, like me, read Scoop, it starts the same way. I was so blaming confused, certain I hadn't read this, but forgetting that it is in the same family as Scoop, flipping back and forth.....well, my excuse is that the kids are home from school and I'm getting too much sun. (Speaking of too much sun, Scoop is a word right? The spell checker isn't giving me a squiggly line, and I'm certain that is the title, but it looks so funny there in type!)

Blissfully unaware that Atlantica Flight 1945 from Atlanta to Amsterdam is about to make aviation history, First Officer Danny McSweeney focuses his energies on navigating the turbulent personalities of an eccentric female captain, a co-pilot with a talent for tactless comments and conspiracy theories, and a lead flight attendant with an outsized attitude that definitely exceeds the limits for carry-on baggage.

On the other side of the cockpit door, the unscheduled in-flight entertainment includes a potbellied pig, a jittery diamond courier, and the recently jilted Lucy Meredith, whose personal mantra of “What Would Oprah Do?” will be challenged by the sudden appearance of her ex and his new traveling partner. On her left sits Hank Hazard, whose unusually polite but constant requests–prompted by his covert role as a spy for the airline–test the limits of the crew’s customer service.

But as Lucy and the rest of the crew discover, Hank’s odd behavior is linked to a quiet faith that may play a key role in the fate of everyone on board. Especially when an unexpected traveler sets this already bumpy flight on a course toward the unfriendly skies.



Frodo is Five!


I can't believe my baby is five! You can touch your ear on the opposite side of your head. You can sing your ABCs. You can count to 12 by ones and you can count to 20 by twos (starting with 12---that takes talent, my man!). I know you are going to take kindergarten by storm!

How much joy you've brought to my life.

May your love for movies bring some good into the world. I hope, at least, you can channel it into something worthwhile!

I love you, my son.

(Thank goodness I'm not in labor!)

Summer

Oh, Help.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Ack!

They've been out of school for half a day.

My house is trashed.

I may not pick up another book for three months.

And I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.

Let summer begin!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Survival 'Till Two?

You wouldn't believe the stuff I've pulled out of Charming's mouth this week.

Aside from the obvious things like dirt and grass, or even stale bread crusts and fossilized cheese from the couch, there have been some doozies. Take, for instance the night light light bulb. Or the Styrofoam ball (where did that come from?). How about the wadded up ball of saturated toilet paper? (He also used some saturated toilet paper for wall art. He's very creative.)

Will he eat watermelon? No.

The thing about having the fourth child is that it is simply impossible to baby proof your home. Diligence only goes so far and there are tiny toy pieces everywhere. Or rocks in the backyard. Whatever. I'm just continually praying for safety for this little one. He gets into stuff like no child before him.

And I'll leave it there for today because I'm having tiny panic attacks. I'm over committed and understaffed (there's only one of me after all) and shouldn't dally over a blog that, while therapeutic (and my excuse for not journaling my children's lives), isn't an obligation.

Say a prayer for me...and my baby. That we both survive this year.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Sweet Caroline by Rachel Hauck

New Book Tuesday has been moved to New Book Friday (this week, anyway).

Here's a winner of a light summer beach read! (Or, say, a spring weekend on the back porch read.) I put this book away like a pint of Dove Unconditional Chocolate Ice Cream. I just ate. it. up. I loved her daddy's comparison to the K-Mart blue light special and I have it marked and reserved for Princess someday (even if it will only make her laugh). So, here's what it's about:

Caroline Sweeney has always done the right thing--the responsible, dependable thing--unlike her mother who abandoned her family. But when her best friend challenges her to accept an exciting job adventure in Barcelona, Spain, Caroline says "yes" to destiny.

Then, without warning, ownership of the run-down cafe where she's been waitressing falls right into Caroline's lap. While she's trying to determine the cafe's future, handsome Deputy Sheriff J.D. Rand captures Caroline's heart.

But when her first love, Mitch O'Neal, comes back to town, fresh from the heat of his newly-found fame as a country music singer in Nashville, Caroline must make some hard choices about love and the pursuit of the sweet life.

About Rachel: I've always wanted to be a writer. My dad used to tell me, "You're a writer." I have letters he wrote me post college, exhorting me to write. In this, I believe he had the heart of God.

In '93, I started an epic WW2 novel with two plots. It was well rejected. After that ordeal, I took a break and put efforts into my job as a software project manager. But, I missed writing and in late ' 99, I took up the craft again.

With a little help from my friends, my first book was published in ' 04, Lambert's Pride, a romance novel. I love writing chick lit and romance. I love writing. What an honor.

So, leave a comment: are you responsible? Does living in Spain register on your radar? You never know, you might win a copy of Sweet Caroline. You can increase your odds by popping over to Rachel's blog and leaving your comments all over her blog tour. And while you are there, sign up for her newsletter and you could also win a nice gift basket.

Community Supported Agriculture

I just picked up my first shipment of the summer of "home-grown" produce. That's what us citified people with lots of trees have to do to get tomatoes that taste like a tomato. I'm still not sure it is worth the $$, but I'm going to give it a shot. I may find that I like zucchini again (nope, still gagged while typing...do you think that will ever wear off?), or grain fed beef. Or tofu (not counting on it).

I'll let you know. Probably more likely if I don't like it than if I do. If that isn't a testament to a reason to stop the negativity, I don't know what is.

(Hubs seems to be better. Cranky, but not feverish.)

Sunday, May 18, 2008

12 Years of Marriage and What Do You Get?

A Flu-y husband and a single parenting stint at church.

Big fun.

Friday, May 16, 2008

The Garage Sale

I went to the garage sale last weekend.

Yes, that one.

The one that actually is a line item in my budget. I found out this year that I help her fund her vacation every year. And that she really did quit doing Pampered Chef (bummer for me--though it probably saved me $20-25).

It is awesome when you find someone you have so much in common with, size wise and fashion wise, who is willing to sell her life for pennies on the dollar.

I am also pleased to report that this year I drove directly to her sale (past numerous others), spent my entire budget, and drove past countless others again on my way home. Yes, I am learning. They will all pale in comparison anyway, why bother?

So what did I get for the grand total of $100? Let me tell you. It's a shame, an absolute shame, that I am still so unsavvy to not be able to post a photo of the pile. But a photo wouldn't do it justice anyway, because you can't see the tags.

For me:
4, count 'em four, pair of jeans from the Gap in a "long."
1 pair gap shorts
1 pair of Kenneth Cole jeans. (long)
1 Pair BCBG Maxima slacks in a nice cocoa brown. (long)
1 pair limited slacks in a cranberry. (long)
1 silk Banana Republic tank sweater
2 Ann Taylor tank sweaters
1 beaded tank, 1 rust droopy shirt of gorgeousness, 1 pair of pjs of unknown brandage.


For Princess
Actually, I don't know. I lost count. a couple skirt outfits, some school shirts, a couple skirts, a pair of crocs, and pair of tennis shoes, couple pair of jeans, a pair of capris, and a couple sweat suits. And one of those sweatery cape thingy's.

For Frodo
Again, as they immediately claimed them and put them in their closets (or I socked them away for next winter) I will go with the things that stand out. A pair of crocks, a pair of tennis shoes, a swimsuit, spidey pjs, superman t-shirt, some shorts and some jeans and some school clothes for next year. And since he was with me, 2 care bears and a power ranger guy.

For Eldest
Two new shirts for school, a couple pair of shorts, and a big pile of K'Nex with a pull along carrier.

And if that wasn't enough for you, I'm sure I left about 50% of it out. It literally filled the back of my van. With that, and the bar stool I bought so I can type at my kitchen counter.

What are the odds that one would find, in this huge city, someone with my taste, who wears my size, has a daughter one year older than Princess, a son that is one year older than Frodo, has kids that like the same kinds of toys my kids like, and used to sell Pampered Chef? And yet I found her. She has a sale the weekend of Mother's Day every year and she's stocked my closet since I bought out her maternity clothes five years ago.

As I told her, I used to be embarrassed to go to her sale and buy her out, but now I just think of it as my shopping spree of the year. (I'm still a little embarrassed, but it is so worth it.)

And So It Begins (again)

Warning: I admit there is a bit of parental pride in the words that follow. Read at your own risk.

Princess came to me this morning a bit downhearted. It seems her girlfriends were talking about what they were going to do after school. One was going to put on lip gloss. Another was going to do her hair. Another was going to ballet. You get the idea. When it came time for Princess to answer, she said, "I'm going to go home and read my Bible!" (She has a little devotional Bible that is really mostly devotion and a bit of Bible.)

Her best friend/worst enemy (isn't that how girls are?) replied, "What kind of a girl are you?!"

Unfortunately for Princess, she inherited the rough and tumble, bookworm gene from me. She will pretty herself up with the best of them when she's in the mood, but most of the time we are jeans-wearin'-book-totin'-fresh-faced-sunburned-skinned-knee kinda girls. And I like us that way. I only hope that my Princess will continue to be herself without worrying what her friends will think.

I know. Wishful thinking.

(And yes, I also see that being herself is a bit of being me. She is allowed to not be me if that is what she's after.)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Mrs. C. on Eldest

"He always needs to eat so that he has the energy to talk about what he is going to eat next."

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

You Know You're a Mom When

You think going to your annual physical is rather like a mini-vacation.

And you take great joy out of answering the nurse's question about the last time Aunt Flo visited with, "June....2006" just to see the shocked look on her face (before you let her in on the nursing baby that may never wean story).

I scheduled it for 7:40 AM so I could go alone. (I desperately missed the morning routine around home...NOT.) I was in the office and visiting with the Dr. by 7:35 (he's ahead of schedule in the AM, I guess) and prodded and scraped, out the door and on the highway rocking out to the radio by 8:06.

I got home feeling like I had DONE SOMETHING.

Yes, I do realize how very sad that is.

Monday, May 12, 2008

It's Here! It's Here!

The finale to Tricia Goyer's Chronicles of the Spanish Civil War (A Whisper of Freedom) is finally here!

Loved book one. Loved book two. Loved book three. And now is you chance. I know, I know, I hate to start trilogies when book three is seven years out, but I promise you, I just read the conclusion. All loose threads are tied up (quite nicely, I might add), you can now take the plunge. Go ahead and pick up all three. You won't be disappointed. And you won't have to wait in agony to know what Sophie is going to do. Or Ritter. Or Michael. Or Phillip. Or Deion. Am I missing anyone? Oh, Juan. And Ramona. And Edelberto. And WALT! How did I forget Walt? I tell ya, no simple plot lines for author Tricia Goyer, nuh-uh. She's got so many people doing so many things all over the country (and continent) that you won't figure it out until the end.

And this blog tour is a little different. We're doing a MEME.

1. List three things you would do with a chest full of gold (assuming you got to keep it!)

How big is the chest? Okay, lessee. Today I want a baby to match my Eldest: $15,000. New carpet/flooring: $6000. And a trip to Africa with my youth group for me, Hubs and my two eldest children: $12,000. And, oh, I'd PAY OFF MY HOUSE.

2. List three charities/missions/organizations you support (and why).

All Gods Children International because they seem to really have a heart for the kids and their fees are nearly reasonable as far as international adoptions go. And when Guatemala adoptions shut down, they didn't shut down their facilities there. They stayed to continue to help the kids.

World Vision because sponsoring a child reminds me daily that I have it sooooooo good.

And Focus on the Family because, well, who they are and what they do. And it doesn't hurt that they like my writing style.

3. List three ways you have volunteered your time/services.

I work nursery in church. I run our orphan's ministry (ONEchild Project). I used to work with the youth groups. Until one day I figured out that I was hiring sitters to raise my kids so that I could raise someone else's. Now I volunteer my time to change diapers, cook, clean, and wipe...faces!

4. List three things you keep "hidden" when company comes over.

I TRY to keep my underwear hidden, but as my sitter can attest, my daughter knows where to find it and likes to model. (Yes, that was years ago.)

Um, the fact that I really, really, really want to check my email because I heard it beep from the other room and I know their story is anguishing, but I'm now totally distracted. Is it me editor? Is it my writer's group? Is it spam?

My bedroom if it is in chaos. And it often is. Can't blame that one on the kids. Of course I usually can. But it doesn't seem like you can blame the kids for your unmade bed.

5. List the last three things you've lost.

My waistline. My marbles. My heart. Really? I have no idea. A bill that needs to be paid, probably.

6. List the last three things you've found.

My Silpada earrings. (In a pants pocket.) A tiny book that goes with Princess' tiny dollhouse (In a pants pocket). $0.98 (You guessed it!)

I've also found inner strength. I've almost learned that I don't have to wallow in my self-defeating attitude and can actually pull myself out of a death spiral. 32.5 years must be the magical number!

During the tour, you can enter to win one of FIVE signed copies of A Whisper of Freedom by signing up for Tricia's newsletter here!

Three brave "players" will be selected at random to win their own lost gold (Gourmet chocolate coins and all three books in the Chronicles of the Spanish Civil War series). To enter all you have to do is answer the MEME on your blog and then leave a comment on Tricia’s blog tour post here that you’ve posted your MEME. Easy.


After My Spiel

I thought I might just mention how very fortunate I felt today to be the mother of four great kids. AFTER I dropped the VERY! EXCITED! ones off at school and numbed some brain cells with caffeine.

I wish I wasn't so overwhelmed with the stuff, but that is partly my fault.

I wish they were better behaved, but that is also partly my fault.

But mostly I really enjoy them and I have moments where I can't believe I am so lucky to have hit the jackpot four times over. How did I get the four most awesome kids available? I wouldn't trade them for yours, or yours, or yours, or yours (and I know the feeling is mutual) no matter how wonderful they are.

Weird, huh? God really does know what He's doing when he blesses us with those trying little critters.

Yeah, what SHE said.

Jenni summed up my thoughts about being a mom, but much more poetically than I could have done.

Speaking of mommy-guilt, I had more today. Why is it that when our children are most excited and happy, we are the most annoyed? Two words: Zoo Trip.

Sigh.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mother's Day at Club Chaos

I haven't been very quiet about my (ahem) disdain (maybe that's a little harsh) for Mother's Day. It's just so much work to be loved so much. I don't have that kind of patience.

Yes, I cried today. More than once.

Nothing makes me feel like a failure quite like Mother's Day.

I used to say that when I didn't/couldn't have kids. Now that I have them, not much has changed. I think I did have a year or two when it was fun. Before the kids got old enough that they knew what was going on.

Yes, I'm a wretch. Why I'm the only one that is overwhelmed with the cards and the love, I don't know. "No, I can't help you make me a paper flower for me! We need to get to church and I haven't had a shower yet!"

See, I know they are trying to do for me, but it sure feels like they are still making me do for them so that they can feel good about doing for me (so I have to go to church with oily hair).

As Rex says, "Great. Now I have guilt." Because only a wretch would be annoyed by having a day in their honor wherein people demonstrate over and over how much they adore you (and secretly all you want is a quiet moment to read a novel and eat bon-bons).

Anyway, after saying all that, the day was much improved over last year. Apparently the 6-ish age is the hardest.

I did get my traditional breakfast in bed. Pepsi. No pistachios or chips this year. And cards.

"Thank You! mom for Beyen a Good mom! (star, star, star, qubed) this is mom (above a heart cut with zig-zag scissors with a head and stick limbs (I'm all heart!)).

"I Love mom to the Ends of the Earth"

"I Love my MoM." (Picture of me and Princess)

"You're the best! your the number 1 mom"

And a picture of me at church with all the parking spots ("way more than we have at church")

And then Pastor gets on stage at church and asks why when it's Father's Day do we charge men to do better and be better dads, but on Mother's Day we talk about how wonderful mothers are and massage their egos.

I can tell ya. Because we do enough beating up of ourselves and we don't need any more.

And then I came home, ate dinner (did you know that McDonalds serves breakfast until 11? I used to think they did, but kept getting burned at 10:45 asking for breakfast and they'd tell me lunch started at 10:30. Whatever), did a pant load of dishes and then made 5 meals for my freezer.

My fam took me out for ice cream because I was free.

And then I ditched. Went out and changed my oil. Yes I did. It was lovely. The purple van was way over due. And had the guys at NTB not had the basketball game turned up so high that I couldn't think, it would have been nearly as relaxing as a pedicure.

Not that I would know, but one of these days, I'm doing it.

I should have gotten a haircut. This head is ridiculous. I'm starting to feel spiders crawling on my tummy because I'm not used to having hair down to the small of my back. It's kinda creepy.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

No Wonder

This morning, Eldest came to me declaring he had no school pants. Now I'm not above admitting that I have laundry to do, but I'm no further behind than usual.

So this morning, in an effort to improve my mood, I am still cleaning the rat trap my children call a room. What do I find in Eldest's bed but five pair of dirty school pants.

Gee, I wonder why I didn't get them washed and put back into his closet?

This from the child who throws clean clothes in the laundry.
I woke this morning so very tired. Tired of the CRAP. Tired of sharing my bed. Tired of being the human pacifier. Tired of finally getting to sleep about the time the big kids get up. Tired of being wakened because they found something in the give away bag that they simply must keep. Tired of tripping over toys they don't play with, but won't pick up. Tired of hearing that they don't know where they go. And tired of listening to the great weeping and gnashing of teeth when I try to get rid of it.

Because, let's face it, if they really held it in such high esteem, they would know where it goes.

I'm trying. Oh, how I am trying, to improve my attitude this morning. But at the current moment I feel like grabbing a big black trash bag or twelve and filling them to capacity and placing them at the curb. My life is ridiculous. We have too much. We are too blessed. We have so many possessions we've forgotten how great we have it.

I heard in church on Sunday that the orphanage we help support operates on $10,000 a month. They feed, clothe and shelter 137 children (and workers) on 10K. What is wrong with us that we think we are suffering greatly on a third of that for our families of 6 (ish)?

No. My mood isn't based on that fact and I know that "we live in the US and things just don't work that way" so no lectures. It is just playing at the back of my mind as I am frustrated with my kids for always wanting more when they don't take care of what they have.

And we are entering birthday season wherein I will have to find a place for a ton more CRAP that they will fight over for three days and then promptly forget.

I'm going to go clean something.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Get a Load of This Gig

Known as the girl that saves her baby's diapers for cash(it isn't as gross as it sounds), I always have an ear close to the ground for untraditional ways to make money.

I got a survey the other day from a greeting card company. I filled it out. They sent another survey. I filled it out. (One must wonder why. I must have been putting off finishing something for deadline.) They called and asked me to come in for an interview. By the time I rounded up a babysitter, the interview slot was filled, but would I be willing to sit by my home phone for 2 hours in case the other person didn't show? They'd compensate me. Serious cash. Enough to buy a family pass to the pool.

Uh, yeah.

It was during nap time anyway.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Praise the Lord and Pass the Coffee!

Finally, proof that I am doing something right.

New Book Tuesday?

Here we are at new book Tuesday and not only do I not have a blog tour scheduled, I am in the middle of three mediocre books. What to do? What to do?

Charming, by the way, is not purple in the face this morning, though he didn't sleep much last night. If I'm incoherent, that is my excuse. Hubs thinks Charming has a newfound respect for stairs, but as far as I can tell, he's still pretty cavalier about them.

Okay, I've got one: The Pepins and Their Problems by Polly Horvath.

This is a hilarious book, if you have my rather sick sense of humor. I'm sure there are people out there that won't get this book AT ALL and will come back at me and wonder why on earth I would recommend it. Whatever. This is my blog and I suppose I can recommend whatever I want. But be warned. This is a goofy, off-the-wall middle reader that works well as a read aloud. I would probably peg this as a third or fourth grade level reader, though there is some pretty big vocabulary in it and a lot of the humor is grown-up. But, it's silly enough that little kids will love it. Think The BFG or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory(the book, not the movie).


Monday, May 05, 2008

Cool Dude

Princess is teaching Frodo how to be a "cool dude." She is educating him on foods to eat ("cool dudes drink milk so they will be smart and strong") and things to do ("cool dudes use their brain when they play, they don't waste brain cells on the TV") and what to wear...

she is doing this education in a long sleeved camo shirt with a monkey on it demanding chocolate, gray and orange shorts that say something about "dancing diva," navy blue knee high socks and black patent mary janes with brown flowers on them with her hair in a black floral headband. She dressed Frodo in an orange rugby shirt, topped with a white "Upward basketball" t-shirt over gray PE shorts with calf high black "Incredibles" socks and running shoes that are two sizes too big. They made his hair "cool dude" by "spiking" it (Frodo's hair is always spiky, I couldn't see the difference). (I know, I MUST learn how to upload photos on a regular basis.)

So, I have to ask, "On what planet?"

Cocky Baby, Bloody Baby

Charming has been getting pretty cocky with the stairs. He can flat move down them on his tummy, feet first.

Last week, he cracked me up when we were at Target. When I let him out of the cart he took off running (grinning back at me over his shoulder) and came to a screeching halt at the fat, red line on the floor across the end of the aisle (about the width of a stair). He dropped onto his tummy, flipped around and scooted across the red line feet first.

Thankfully it slowed him down enough that I caught up with him and put him back in prison (aka: the cart).

THIS week, however, he thinks he is BIG. (Or maybe he thinks that the world's stairs are really just fake-out red lines that look like stairs.) He must go down stairs like a BIG PERSON. He usually only does one, then sits down and scoots down them in a more appropriate fashion.

Tonight, he refused to go to sleep (at his bedtime) and I had to leave for a meeting. Well, he saw me going and took chase. Feet first, right down a flight of stairs. (Half-flight to those who don't know my house. We have a maximum of 6 stairs in a row in any given point.)

Let's just say he wasn't successful.

Needless to say, I was very late to my meeting and his face will probably be purple in the morning.

Anyone want to venture a guess whether he will go down the stairs on his tummy tomorrow?

I'm betting not.

Can't Have Anything Good

How are we supposed to teach kids to share when we are supposed to keep them healthy?

I guess the answer is to be addicted to V8 Juice instead of iced lattes and Pepsi.

What I do know is that no matter what container it is in, my kids can sniff out anything good (read: sugar laced caffeine) all the way down to the youngest bloodhound. Before I know it, my whole drink is gone and I can't remember having any.

I suppose that is good for my waistline, but I'm not sure it is good for theirs.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Feeling Skinny?

This morning I woke up feeling relatively thin. Wasn't disgusted when I climbed into the shower. Told Hubs that it made me want to not eat.

See, anorexics don't like to eat because they know it will make their tummy "pooch." I knew that one bite of breakfast and the thin feeling would be over. Not that I'm anorexic. I love food too much. But I totally get the mindset.

So I ruined it with a donut and milk for breakfast, with a chaser of a frappuccino. And for lunch I had a cherry Pepsi (made with grenadine), chips and salsa, chips and espinaca, a Pepsi refill, and some fiesta nachos. (Couldn't let quatro de Mayo, the lesser known holiday, pass without my participation.)

And spent the next two hours trying to convince my husband that I really should go throw up. (He wouldn't let me. I think he knows that I'm continually on the edge of a disorder.) I thought I might explode. When I told my MIL that, she thought I had some exciting news come in on the email. No, I literally thought that if I didn't throw up, I would explode. Not figurative in the least.

Ugh. Still didn't want to eat tonight, but the growling stomach made me do it anyway. I hope this indigestion will soon go away.

Should have stuck with the anorexic tendencies of the AM, 'cause I'm paying for the denial of the inner crazy lady tonight.

Winners!

Okay. A day later than I promised, but I have my winners.

Do Hard Things goes to Angi.

A Mending at the Edge goes to Rhea.

Meghan Rose On Stage! goes to Grateful Gramma.

Congrats all!

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Feeling Punny

Charming has taken to eating mud.

Hey, he likes it and soil organisms are good for the immune system.

But tonight I had to change his stinky pants and they were full of sand/soil.

Gives a whole new meaning to "dirt-y diapers," doncha think?

Vinyl Attraction

Do any of you remember the post I had up a year or so ago about the quote "Boy: n; a noise with dirt on it." (?) It was for some vinyl decorating group whose name I currently forget (you are thinking, "yeah, right" but I'm being totally honest). I was browsing around some blogs today and came across A Bookworm's Diary wherein she is having a contest to give away a gift certificate to another (mom owned) company that does something similar, Vinyl Attraction. Her stuff is really cool!

I especially like this one:


You should stop by both places and check them out.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Remember the Feet!

This weekend I bought some of that lotion that incorporates some sunless tanner in it. I didn't know whether it would work, or streak or turn me orange as those types of things are wont to do, but I thought it might be worth a shot.

Day 1: didn't notice a change. But I did wear jeans all day.

Day 2 (today): I'm standing in my neighbor's driveway in my capri's and barefoot and I look down and notice that my calves are "bronze" as is the top half circle of my foot.

Because, of course, I lotion my legs first and just take a swipe at the tops of my feet on my way to putting lotion on the bottoms of my feet (because going barefoot is killer on the soles of your feet). Apparently I don't even swipe at the tops of my (very white) feet, I make a semi-circular roll over the ankle side of the top of my feet.

I will try to remedy that after my shower tonight.

I can only hope that my very fashionable neighbor didn't take notice of the glowing white + 1/4 tanned feet.

What am I talking about? I need at least a home-grown pedicure, was wearing an oversized t-shirt and I don't remember if I got around to brushing my hair today (it gets flipped into a pony tail first thing and sometimes doesn't come down). I'm hoping that the fashionable person inside me will soon come out. The exhausted mama is overruling her still.

The Answer to World Peace

Call me crazy, I love nursing my not-quite-a-baby-anymore. I'm not so fond of being-a-prisoner-in-my-own-home nursing of a newborn except for the obvious benefits, but nursing a 14 month old is highly underrated. It is the solution to all of life's problems.

Are you sleepy? Nurse.

Are you hungry? Nurse.

Are you grumpy/cranky? Nurse.

Fall and bonk your head? Nurse.

Mad? Nurse.

Frustrated? Nurse.

Uncomfortable? Nurse.

Not getting enough attention? Yank on Mom's shirt and nurse.

Can't go outside and run into the street and get smushed by a recklessly driving teenager? Nurse.

The only thing I don't think nursing solves is a stuffy nose. Then it is only frustrating, because not only can you not breathe through your nose, your mouth is busy also.

But you try anyway, because that is the answer to all of life's frustrations.

Monday, April 28, 2008

BLAM! Blog Tour

Do you yearn for a Christian based fiction book geared for younger elementary children?

If so, then check out the Meghan Rose series. This new series from Standard Publishing introduces Meghan Rose, the bounciest first-grader in the world! Young readers will get to share Meghan’s adventures, laugh, and learn important life lessons. Each title also includes a bonus section with discussion starters and fun activity ideas.

I don't know about the rest of you, but my Princess is "in between." She's past picture books, but so many (I dare say "most") chapter books are to teenager-y for me to let her read...even if they are "Christian." The last time I checked, Christian teen girls still had issues I'd rather not have my six-year-old reading. And, hey, Junie B. Jones is a brat. She's hilarious, but I do NOT want to hear that attitude out of my Princess's pretty mouth.

So, I heard Lori Z. Scott's Meghan Rose series called "The Christian Junie B. Jones," and I asked where I could sign. I read the books first (On Stage and All Dressed Up) and found in them nothing deplorable. So Meghan Rose is occasionally rotten (as are most children and if you think yours never are I don't know why you would stop by here except to make yourself feel even better about your excellent parenting skills) but she kinda knows she's being rotten and she (gasp!) repents and (gasp!) prays when she needs help. In other words, the books are delightful.

I passed them to my Princess who ATE THEM UP LIKE ICE CREAM WITH MARSHMALLOW CREAM AND A CHERRY AND DEMANDED MORE. Said in another way, she read half of the first one while her brother practiced soccer. Brought it home from soccer practice. Finished it while lying in bed when she should have been going to sleep. Brought it down. Told me what it was about. Took the other one up. Came back down at 9:53 and told me she only had three chapters left and would it be alright if she finished the next morning. And then she did. And asked if there were any more. Which we went out searching for the next afternoon after she nagged all morning.

We had to have the store special order them for us. They only had one in and it was one we had and she COULD NOT WAIT ONE MORE DAY (even though she's had to and is making do with Junie which I suppose I'm allowing to stave off the pain. Hers or mine, you might ask? Both.)

And so, it is without reservation and without further ado that I am excited to welcome author Lori Z. Scott, joining us today to talk about the newest releases in her Meghan Rose series—Meghan Rose All Dressed Up and Meghan Rose Has a Secret.



Since 2000, Lori has published over fifty short stories, devotions, puzzles, poems, and articles for children, teens, and adults. She has been published in Focus on Your Child, MOMSense Magazine, Spirit Led Writer, Pockets, and Devozine. She is the author of Busy Moms’ Devotions to Go and four Meghan Rose titles. In addition, Lori has contributed to over a dozen books including Real Moms, Cup of Comfort Book of Prayers, and 2007 Eppie Award winner Infinite Space, Infinite God.

A graduate of Wheaton College, Lori has worked with children for over twenty years, both as a teacher in the classroom and as a volunteer for local churches, museums, and schools. When she’s not busy driving her two children to various church, sporting, and artistic activities, she moonlights as a speaker for women’s groups and schools.

Lori, welcome. Thanks for taking time to be with us today.

My pleasure.

You often introduce yourself as first a mother, then a teacher, and finally a writer. Why is that?


I feel like being a mother is my highest calling in life. And that means I’m a caregiver, nurse, tutor, cheerleader, counselor, transportation expert, and nutritionist. Doing all those mommy things is a bit like filling a jar jam-packed with marbles. I pursue my own interests in the empty spaces around those marbles because being a mommy trumps all.

I call myself a teacher second because working with kids has been such a huge part of my life. Just as God gifts different people for different tasks, I feel like God has given me a special ability to understand and work with children. Or maybe I’m just not ready to give up playing and comics yet.

I call myself a writer last because I often feel like writing too much fun—and pays too little—to be a real job. But then again, writing is another interest in my life I have felt called to pursue. God blessed me there too. When I decided to start writing, my first submission won second place in a science fiction writing contest. My second submission won MOPS International story writing contest.

I guess what I want moms to realize is, it’s okay to put the mommy part of our lives first and to trust that God will still bless, fulfill, and lead us in other areas as well.

Wow. Did I ever need to hear that today! So tell my readers, even though I've figured it out, why would parents like your series?
A good question—one that I have to answer from my own experience. When my daughter was in first grade, her teacher started reading the Junie B. Jones books in class. Since Meghan liked them, I picked up a few copies.

Well, I enjoyed the humor in those books, but had to edit out some of the grammar slips, name calling and attitudes. I thought there had to be an alternative choice—a book that was just as funny, but also had a good take-away value. I scoured the Christian bookstores. I couldn’t find any fiction for that age group, only devotional books and Bible stories.

When I asked about it, bookstore owners often commented that they wished they could offer such a book. In fact, they’d had numerous parents come to the store, all asking the same thing: Do you have a fiction book my young child will enjoy reading? And, like them, I walked away empty handed.

So I wrote the book I couldn’t find—a book for my daughter AND for all those other mothers just like me. I put in everything she wanted—an interesting story filled with giggles and characters worth rooting for—and everything I wanted—good moral values (but with nothing preachy about the story at all). And because I don’t believe I’m alone in those desires, I’m convinced other parents (AND THEIR KIDS!!!) will like the series too.


Why did you include discussion questions and activities at the end of each book? (My Princess loves them, BTW. I skipped them, but she came down and told me all about them.)
That’s the teacher part of me flaring up big time! LOL. But seriously, how many times have you as a mother read a book and thought, “There’s a good lesson in here” but didn’t know how to draw your child into a discussion about it? I remember reading Where the Red Fern Grows with my daughter and wanting to talk about the tender topic of death that book touches on. Since I didn’t know where to start, I couldn’t fully take advantage of that teachable moment. (Instead we both just cried all the way through the last few chapters.)

That’s why I included questions for parents or teachers to use after they read the story, so they can capitalize on the book’s underlying message. (Although I hope people laugh through the last few chapters of Meghan Rose instead of cry!)

And the activities are all for the kids. They love extending the story experience by creating their own volcanoes or whatever. I also put a ton of other ideas for parents and kids on my website under the BLAM (Brilliant Little Activities to Make) link (www.MeghanRoseSeries.com).

So each book has an underlying message? Tell us about that.

As I mentioned, I wanted the stories to do more than entertain. I wanted them to have takeaway value. Each book’s message is very subtle but still evident throughout the book. While Meghan Rose on Stage! talks about discovering your talents, it’s ultimately about friendship. Meghan Rose Has Ants in Her Pants explores the idea of patience—a difficult area for most kids to deal with. The newest two books—Meghan Rose All Dressed Up and Meghan Rose Has a Secret—address inner beauty and kind words. But again, none of it is preachy. It’s heavy on the humor and very, VERY light on the lesson…yet neither quality is lost on the child.

Are the books just for girls?
Not at all! One mother of two boys emailed me about how much her sons enjoyed reading them with her. She said they could hardly read for laughing so hard—they were all HOWLING!! The youngest one loved it so much he started sleeping with the first book under his pillow at night.

In fact, the comment I hear most from people who read the books is, “I laughed out loud.” The second comment I hear most often is about how much kids (and parents) like the discussion questions and activities. How can all that just be for girls?
Where do you get the inspiration for the humorous parts of the books?

Most of that comes from my upbringing. My dad was always coming up with puns and jokes. He made them up on the spot, and they were hilarious! I can’t tell you how many hours we spent laughing around the dinner table. I think dad influenced all my sisters. In fact, one of my sisters was part of an improvisational comedy team. (She’s also a pastor’s wife—it’s a fun combination.)

I also grew up on a steady diet of comic books. Peanuts and Garfield were my favorites, and later Calvin and Hobbes. And we’d also watch comedy on television, especially The Carol Brunette Show.

That said, some of my inspiration just comes from everyday life. My kids crack me up. They both have a great sense of humor.
The main character in the Meghan Rose series shares your daughter’s name. Why is that?

She was the foundational basis for the character. When I started the series, I needed someone likable, outrageous, clever, spunky, and sensitive all rolled into one. Well, that’s my Meghan. And since I originally wrote the books just for her, I simply used her name. You’ll also see the names of other people I’ve met, although the character they’re named for is totally fiction. Mrs. Arnold, for example, was the name of Meghan’s real first grade teacher. But she’s not like the Mrs. Arnold in the book.

Are any of the characters like you?

I think maybe there’s a little bit of me in all of them. Certainly a lot of me is reflected in the teacher, Mrs. Arnold. Then Ryan shows the jokester side of me, Kayla has the goofy side, Lynette has the rule-following, show-off side, and Meghan’s Mom has the practical side. The Meghan character herself is about 80 percent of the “real” Meghan, 10 percent of me and my creative musings, and 10 percent total fiction.

Do you ever visit schools to talk about the books?

Yes! I’ve visited several schools and talked about the steps a writer goes through to get from idea to published book. I’ve also shared ways to boost everyday creativity and develop writing ideas. All three presentations seem to fire up everyone, even the reluctant writers. Kids tell me that what they enjoy most about the time we spend together is learning my two-handed drawing trick and discovering how to write their own jokes.

As a teacher, I value school visits. I think it’s important to inspire and encourage all children…to help them see opportunities and possibilities. As a mom, I can’t help seeing my own children reflected in the faces I meet. That gives me extra incentive to make kids want to reach their dreams, whatever they might be.

Can you share one idea for mothers to help their children be more creative?

Sure. Hmmm. Hard to pick one. I guess one great idea is to encourage your children to be involved with artistic endeavors. That can include a whole variety of options, like drawing, painting, or making things out of shoe boxes. Children can listen to or dance to music. Or make their own music. They can dress up and put on a show for family or friends, or memorize a silly poem. And it should be fun, not work.
Where can readers learn more about you and the Meghan Rose books?


They can visit my website at www.MeghanRoseSeries.com. My award-winning illustrator, Stacy Curtis, designed it. It offers jokes, puzzles, and activities for kids and great ideas for teacher and parents (on Mrs. Arnold’s BLAM page). It also introduces the books and characters, provides links to book reviews, and gives ordering information. I posted a retold fairy tale reader’s theater that gives visitors a good feel for the style of humor found in the books at www.meghanroseseries.com/teachers_LittleRed.asp .


You can also purchase a copy Meghan Rose on Stage!, Meghan Rose Has Ants in Her Pants, Meghan Rose All Dressed Up, andMeghan Rose Has a Secret by clicking on the titles here.

That sounds great. Well, thank you for your time! Thank you for letting me visit with you.

And, folks, if you read this far, you are probably interested in these books. It's your lucky day as I have one to give away. Just leave a comment and I'll have a drawing. Which reminds me, I have a couple of those to do. Soon. How about I post the winners Saturday? I'll try to do that. Remind me if I forget.

I Figured It Out

Unfortunately it wasn't as interesting as I remembered. But here it is anyway.

Am I the only one who misses the writer's strike shows? All of a sudden we are again forced to watch previews for CSI, CSI Miami, CSI Utah, CSI Boise, CSI Sasquatch, Ghost Whisperer, Dead Talker, and Channeler again. There's nothing good on.

Where's New Amsterdam and Eli Stone? It's highly annoying.

And they didn't bring back the shows I actually semi-enjoyed. No. There's no Heroes. No Chuck. Just dead bodies and ghastly horror scenes on my prime time.

Blog Fodder

Last night I had something interesting and engaging to write about...but my butt was glued to the couch and the laptop was in the other room.

I can't remember what I was going to write.

On Friday I went to the local homeschooling conference.

It wasn't about that.

(However, there was a ton of blog fodder there. I'm just not going to go there yet.)

On Saturday Eldest had a soccer game.

It wasn't about that.

Ooooo, there was a birthday party I attended Saturday afternoon that my ex-boyfriend was also at. There is certainly some blog fodder there.

But it wasn't about that either.

For as interesting as these things all are. They had nothing on what I was going to write about.

I've put in a note to Hubs to see if he can remember. He has to have the memory for the both of us. Meanwhile, I'll try to see if I can write a non-offensive post about one of the other fodders.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Frodo

"Mommy? I really need you to buy some hot dogs."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, because I need to have some in my mouth."

He Did It!

Glory Hallelujah!

Charming slept through the night. Real sleep. Not the kind of sleep that requires mom to "sleep" while someone fusses in the other room. Nine PM to seven AM, mom wakes up all night and wonders if the baby is going to sleep through the night, sleep!

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Change and Cherish Series by Jane Kirkpatrick

Here's a new (to me) series that might intrigue you if you are in to historical fiction (and I am) or Oregon history circa Civil war days. Especially helpful is that the third book is now out and you won't have to go crazy waiting to find out what happened! Here's a bit about each of the books:



A Clearing in the Wild

Spirited young Emma Wagner chafes at the constraints of her 1850s religious community, which values conformity over independent thought, especially in women. Skeptical of the colony’s growing emphasis on preparing for “the last days,” Emma clashes with their increasingly autocratic leader—and faces the unexpected consequences of pursuing independence.


A Tendering in the Storm

This lyrical novel, based on an historical figure of the 1800s, follows the spirited and intelligent Emma Giesy, who achieves her goal of separating her family from the repressive religious community in which she grew up. But unexpected and dire consequences leave her family—and her faith—struggling to survive.


A Mending at the Edge

This richly textured novel, the third in the acclaimed Change and Cherish series, follows the historical figure of Emma Wagner Giesy, who chafes under the restrictions of her 1860s religious colony. When her bid to belong in her unique way unravels her most precious relationships, she seeks new ways to stitch meaning into her life.


And though it won't be terribly helpful to you if you haven't read the first two, I do have a copy of A Mending at the Edge to giveaway to a commenter (though you can buy all of them through the links on their titles). So let me know. Do you like Historical Fiction? What time period? Personally I like anything that teaches me something I didn't know without the use of an actual history book. I've read so much about the Civil War and the years leading up to it, that it didn't really occur to me that there was a whole other part of the country pretty separated from it. Yes, there is always history to be learned. And an interesting story besides. What could be better?

Ah, yes, some ice cream with it!


Second

Tonight, after dinner, Hubs wanted to know what I was eating.

Yes, it was my Haagen Dazs.

He got out his spoon and didn't stop until the carton was empty. His words, "What's amazing is this comes out of a carton." We expect it from Silas and Maddy's. Not from Target. Haagen Dazs being what it is, even.

After he asked what it cost, he told me to go buy another.

Just thought you might like to know.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

A New Addiction

Haagen Dazs Chocolate Peanut Butter.

Mmmmmmmm.

On a day that contained very little else worth mentioning.

Monday, April 21, 2008

A Mother's Heart Knows by Margaret McSweeney

If you don't already have Mother's Day plans you'll want to check out this book. Especially if you love black and white and sepia photographs that capture the essence of childhood and mothering.

What better way to tell Mom how much you appreciate her on Mother's Day than with this lovely reminder of thoughts about the loving, selfless attitudes that fill a mother's heart?

The text and original four-color illustrations will be a beautiful and touching reminder to Mom that her love is never forgotten. The text is a reminder of those things that only a mother's heart knows, with some special emphasis on a Christian mother.

All royalty proceeds from this book go to WINGS (Women In Need Growing Stronger) and a student missionary scholarship fund. WINGS is a non-profit organization that provides a domestic violence shelter for women and their children in addition to transitional housing and programs.


And she's having a contest!


The "My Favorite Mom" spa basket contest. In honor of Mother's Day, Margaret would love to hear and share your favorite story about your mother (or someone who is like a mother to you). To enter the contest go here and share your story to win one of TWO fabulously scrumptious spa baskets! She will be posting the stories (with your permission of course) on her blog.
Oh, if you leave a comment on this post you'll be entered to win a signed copy of A Mother's Heart Knows for your very own!

And most importantly, you can buy the book here.

The Divine Wish Granter

I know that all too often we look to God as a Divine Wish Granter. One to whom we bring our requests (often cloaked in Please, please, please(!)) wondering if we stand on one foot and cross our eyes and treat our sister kindly and throw a few extra bucks in the offering He just might favor us with our token.

Last week I don't think I bothered requesting. Hope was virtually nonexistent. I just poured out my heart and told Him that I knew Princess would be devastated and it was all my fault and I knew I was juggling too many balls and I'd dropped them, but if He could find a way for her to not be too disappointed, I'd sure appreciate it.

I'll have you know that rather than console her, He gave her the desire of her heart DESPITE me.

God is good.

(Mommy is so relieved.)

Trash or Treasure?

For the last two Saturdays, Hubs has kept me busy organizing and pitching stuff. There have been several things that we've held on to for years, but finally pried our grubby little fingers off them. Better said, I. I have a thing for old stuff that looks ratty, but I know has value. I like old stuff. even if my blessed husband isn't into it.

1. A solid wood bookcase that someone had painted, we had partially stripped and has been mocking us from the garage ever since. It was free to us. The person that gave it to us bought it at a garage sale several years ago, always intending to strip. Got tired of the mocking and thus, its arrival in our garage.

2. A huge old stained glass window from our church just after we graduated college. They had added on to the building and removed a wall of windows for the addition. Members could buy the old windows that the church was tired of storing. We did. At the time I lived in an old Victorian farmhouse. I always had hoped we could hang it in one of our windows. (Apparently Hubs thought I meant for him to replace a window with that window, thus the reason he always fought me on it. I just meant to hang it in front of the existing window. Though, frankly, it is probably a better window than the ones we currently have.)

3. An old sewing box I bought at an antique store. Used for years. Have now decided to store my stuff elsewhere. The box has seen better days and I'm just not that attached to it anymore.

And quite a lot of other stuff.

Our youth group had a garage sale this weekend to earn money for camp. They came by for our stuff. They looked at me like I may be crazy. I told them they didn't have to take our stuff, it was their choice. Tidy Town is in a couple weeks and I'd put it on the curb then. They took it. To the right buyer, you might get $10, you know?

I don't know what happened with the bookshelf. Hopefully a refinishing type person got it. But my window, which Hubs and his friend wondered why I thought anyone would buy, sold for $30! I just needed to know that someone loved that window and bought it, and either my friends are lying, or someone loved it and bought it. I'm going to try to not watch antique roadshow for a while so I don't know what she could sell it for.

The sewing box was pitched after the sale. Hubs put it on the curb with a desk topper in case someone driving by might want it. The topper is still on the curb, the sewing box is gone. Love it well, my friend.

I knew I had good junk. Hubs may never agree on the inherent value of old beat up stuff, but someone out there likes it like I do.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Proof

It isn't as if this should come as any surprise to me. I mean, I've suspected it for a long time. Clothes appearing in the laundry that I never saw anyone wear, but hey, by some miracle I suppose they could have actually foraged beneath the bed when I sent them to clean their rooms.

But now I have proof.

The clothes wadded in the dirty laundry are still attached to hangers. They really are throwing clean clothes into the laundry.

Apparently I don't have enough to do. Rather than hang the clothes back in their closet that they decided not to wear, why not let mom wash, dry, fold, hang, iron, whatever them again and then she will have picked them up and hung them for me.

Balls

You know you have too many balls in the air when you discover that you've dropped several all in a single 18 hour period.

Help me, help me. Oh God, please help me.

(That's a quote from Jane Porter's, "Mrs.Perfect" in which she wonders why women won't say what they really mean. They are too busy saying, "I'm fine. We're fine. Everything's fine.")

No time to chat. Chasing balls. They look kinda like a gumball machine just spilled. A big one. That was very full.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Anyone Else Do This?

My kids beg me to go to the park every single time I pick them up from school.

(Partly because I don't usually pick them up. Imperfect Mom does. So, if I do, we are obviously going to do something awesome.)

Most days I say something like, "No." Possibly, "Not today." And occasionally, "When do you honestly think I have time to go to the park? The house is a disaster and since you obviously aren't planning to help me pick up your toys I have to go through them and throw at least ninety percent of them away 'cause I am sick, SICK I tell you, of picking them up myself and then being put on a guilt trip for not having time to take you to the park!"

But yesterday was lovely and I was heading out to pick up then kids when I thought, "Hey, I bet the kids will ask to go to the park and I might be able to handle that kind of outing today. The house is so trashed that another three hours won't help." At which point I threw in a thermos of ice water and a bag of crackers along with my stroller.

The whole time at the park the kids play well and hard. I feel better just being outside, plus I walk a few laps around the walking trail that runs beside the playground. We all come home in better moods and hungry and exhausted.

And I wonder, "Why don't we do this everyday?"

Monday, April 14, 2008

Do Hard Things by Alex & Brett Harris


How long has it been since you've read one of those life changing books? The kind that creates a shift in your thinking.

I have your next one.

Do Hard Things is supposed to be a book for teens by teens encouraging teens to rebel against low expectations. Apparently I didn't get the memo. And I needed the kick in my 32 year old pants.

I dog eared so many pages in this book to share with you today that I may as well just go back and read the whole thing. All the folds are obnoxious.

I was especially stung by the chapter addressing people who are used to hanging out in the "above average crowd." Good grades came easily to me. Good genetics help my build and stature (we all know it isn't self control in the jelly bean war that keeps me slender). I am not a standout athlete, but I was generally medal worthy at the 3A high school level. And I got used to being recognized for achieving things I didn't try very hard to achieve. And then these guys have to go and burst my bubble with the idea that just because I may have been "smarter than the average bear" it was still far below my potential (My mentor in college said the same thing. Rats.). They said this:

"God set His standards this high so that we won't make the mistake of aiming low. He made them unreachable so that we would never have an excuse to stop growing."

I'd like to interrupt this post to tell you that the last 30 minutes of my life, while not looking from the outset like a "hard thing," has been one of the more difficult as far as life expectations, and while I'll not expound on it, suffice it to say, I'd like to quit typing and go read a chick book. I don't want to do hard things. I want to sit on my rear and eat ice cream. And I think somebody knows that. But I am going to tell you about this book, anyway.

So, I intend to buy this book for each of my nieces and nephews and one for each of the youth pastors in my church. I'm making Hubs read it, and probably both of my sisters. And if that isn't enough, I think YOU SHOULD READ IT TOO.

I do have one copy for one lucky commenter. And I highly encourage you to comment. If you aren't a teen (which most of you aren't), you still probably know a teen. And unless you are over the age of 60, probably need to read it for yourself anyway (before you pass it on to a teen).

Don't be fooled, this isn't just a teen book. But if you know teens, they really should read it. Okay? O-K.

And here's the other relevant stuff:

With over 10 million hits to their website TheRebelution.com, Alex and Brett Harris are leading the charge in a growing movement of Christian young people who are rebelling against the low expectations of their culture by choosing to “do hard things” for the glory of God.
Written when they were 18 years old, Do Hard Things is the Harris twins’ revolutionary message in its purest and most compelling form, giving readers a tangible glimpse of what is possible for teens who actively resist cultural lies that limit their potential. Combating the idea of adolescence as a vacation from responsibility, the authors weave together biblical insights, history, and modern examples to redefine the teen years as the launching pad of life and map a clear trajectory for long-term fulfillment and eternal impact.
Written by teens for teens, Do Hard Things is packed with humorous personal anecdotes, practical examples, and stories of real-life rebelutionaries in action. This rallying cry from the heart of revolution already in progress challenges the next generation to lay claim to a brighter future, starting today.



chaos

You know that old joke about the man who comes home to find his home in utter disorder? The one where he finds his wife in bed and asks, "What happened?" and she says, "You know how you are always asking, 'What did you do all day?' well, today I didn't do it."

Yesterday I literally sat in the recliner and held a feverish baby all day while my house "maintained chaos" around me. Today I walked down the stairs and felt like that woman. Yesterday's lunch dishes are still on the table with food dried to them. Dinner dishes are wherever someone could find a place to put them down when people finished eating the frozen pizza. Clothes are scattered hither and yon. Toys are everywhere. The laundry is exactly as I left it.

The only reason that there isn't rotting roast on the table together with condiments is because I took the time to scoop the (very expensive) meat into a container and into the fridge while Charming howled.

I don't know exactly what my point is. It isn't that my husband is shirking, necessarily. I guess it is just that if General Mom isn't facilitating life, life doesn't happen. At least orderly life. And considering few people would consider life at my house even close to orderly, that's saying something.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Surely God Jokes

It is SNOWING.

For the second year in a row it snows on my hyacinths. If this kills off my spring plants again I will simply curl up in a ball and weep.

Friday, April 11, 2008

The Ugly Truth

And I do mean ugly.

Delusions come in many forms and my delusion was shattered last night.

You see, my church is having Prom next weekend for us old people. As I rarely have an excuse to dress up and/or get away from my kids for a whole evening for $5, I am all over it. They have encouraged us to wear prom attire from the time when we went to prom (in my case 1994). As I weigh approximately three pounds more than I did when I graduated high school, I thought there was a chance I would be able to fit the actual dress rather than a goodwill version of the decade in a larger size. I also remember the dress fitting a little loosely. Not loose, but not yucky skin tight, either.

I didn't put it on right away. Too busy doing the things that moms do. But after the kids were abed I strapped it on.

It went on, but it wasn't pretty. I came down and showed my dear Hubs who, incidentally, attended that prom with me. He laughed.

People, it was like a sausage stuffed in casing. Bulging casing.

One sometimes forgets that muscle weighs more than fat. And what was I doing in 1994 but jumping, kicking, tumbling, running, triple jumping, ballet dancing. In other words I had about 0.3% body fat. As opposed to the approximate 25% (guessing here) that I currently have. So I have to 1.) exercise or 2.) eat less ice cream or 3.) get used to being lumpy.

As prom is next weekend, I think I will go ahead and wear something a bit more current (read 2003) that is a little more kind to my figure.

By the way, the jelly bean stash is now decimated. I told Hubs last night that I was going through jelly bean withdrawal. I don't have tremors yet, but the craving is driving me crazy. This is going to be one year I won't be hard on the stores for breaking out the Easter candy February 15.

'Course, by then I should be through the withdrawal and should never touch a jelly bean again. Sigh. There should be a 12 step program for sugar addicts.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Note To Self

When on your twice a year stint of cleaning the laundry room, it is important to remember that one year olds have not been educated in the fine workings of mouse traps so one should not remove all the barricades to said mousetrap without first busying the aforementioned one year old elsewhere.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Something Spunky

I wish I had something fun(ny) to post today, but I'm feeling very empty of light-hearted banter for some reason.

I'm having dreams of showing up at the ACFW conference without planning to attend (therefore having none of the "necessary" items). I have this huge desire to go, but no really great reason to do so. It's a lot of cash to lay out if I don't have something to sell and I'm not sure the next book I write will either be fiction or adult (as in not children's not adult, adult).

Neither of my sisters is well. Are well? I think is is appropriate, but are sure sounds better.

If I really did ovulate two weeks ago, I should be having a visitor by now, but am not. And the pregnancy test is negative. (I know that's what you're thinking.) Which means that I probably didn't ovulate which is GREAT. However it can be mighty disconcerting to not know.

And I'm waking in the morning fretting about the kids and school and whether to homeschool some or all of them and whether to cave to the pressure to put Frodo in full day kindergarten. Ugh.

Or I could talk about how I blew it again this morning with Frodo who said, "Do you know what I'm going to do when I get home?" and I said, "No, what?" and he said, "I'm not telling!" and I said, "Then don't ask me that is so rude I can't believe how rude that is not wonder your siblings get so annoyed I hate that!" and he said, (crestfallen) "Oh, alright, I'm going to clean the van all by myself." At which point I had to apologize and then educated him on a better way of saying "I have a surprise for you!" so that I wouldn't be stupid and yell/lecture when I shouldn't.

Yeah, none are uplifting and spunky. Aren't you glad you stopped by?

Now, I'm off to teach 15 grade schoolers something half of them have already done and the other half won't pay attention to anyway.

Sounds like PMS. Maybe I ovulated after all.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Oh!

I failed to mention in my last post that the author of Prodigal Song, Jim Robinson, has a ministry. You should go check them out!

Prodigal Song by James Eugene Robinson

For a deeply powerful and moving story of a God who never lets go, you ought to pick up Prodigal Song.

From an idyllic childhood, through tough years at home with a mentally ill parent, to the glamor of big city life (and fame) and the escape of addiction, God was always pursuing him.

There were so many passages of this memoir that resonated with me. When he described his personality and how it almost seems as if two people are warring within him. The feeling of being disconnected; at, but not in.

Or when he describes his mother and I wonder how close I am to being that woman, the one who also seems like two people (may my loving and wonderful days vastly outnumber those where I am angry).

He did an impressive job of showing the life of a big city addict without glamorizing it. Though it was so painful to read that it could have been over much sooner.

And together with all that was a gorgeous prose, beautiful, clean writing that pulled me along and kept me turning pages.


Monday, April 07, 2008

(ahem)

ROCK

CHALK

JAYHAWK

KU-u-u-u-u-u

And that's all I have to say about that.

I Know I'm A Little Biased

But aren't announcers supposed to be a little unbiased? They are driving me crazy. When KU was ahead they couldn't admit they were doing anything right. They are reveling now that they are behind and actually cheering. I mean, really.

Oh, how I hope my Jayhawks come back and cream them.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Maternity Shirts

Okay, I tried, but what is with the maternity shirts they are selling to the non-pregnant crowd? When I was pregnant, I couldn't find anything that wasn't skin tight (No comments about why that might be) and now that I'm not pregnant, all the new clothes are high waisted and ballooning out in the tummy area.

I bought one the other day. I decided I liked the fabric and that maybe I'd come to appreciate the look. It would, after all, hide the post baby, dimply leftovers.

Nope.

I look in the mirror and see a maternity shirt. I look down and see a maternity shirt. I have a gas bubble and I think, "Oh, the baby's awake!"

I cannot do this.

I expect to go out shopping here in a bit and have someone ask me when I'm due.

Nice try designers, but I don't think this one will fly for long in the had-a-baby crowd.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

How 'Bout Them Jayhawks?

Ahhhhh, sweet justice.

(bu-bye, Roy)

Thursday, April 03, 2008

They're Telling Me Something

Charming is trying to feed my credit cards into the paper shredder (no worries, it is turned off).

Frodo just asked me to tell him to quit watching TV.

Who is the child and who is the adult here?

Linky Love

Shannon posted this today and it allowed me to shed some much needed tears.

And brings to mind my similar anniversary which happens Monday. Oh, but my heart aches for her today. And I try not to for obvious reasons named Eldest and Princess.

Boy, you can sure get attached to what caused those two pink lines on a stick, oh, about a nanosecond after they appear.

Bitterness

You know how God often repeatedly brings things before you until you take notice? And even after you take notice and take steps towards repenting, it still keeps hammering at you?

Bitterness.

That's mine. And if you ask me if I'm bitter, I'd say no. But I am bitter. I can tell by the way that even on things that I would say I'm over and that I've forgiven etc., still come up on the next offense. Words said by a different person get a different response. And it must stop. And I don't know how to make it stop.

Help me, Lord Jesus.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

They're Consipiring Against Me

Frodo just came downstairs and asked, "Mom! How did you turn our bathroom into Grandma's?!"

Seems it smells like Grandma's bathroom, the nice bleachy scent.

Hello!? Am I the one that pees on the floor? No. Am I the only one capable of pushing the Scrubbing Bubbles Shower Cleaner button? No. Am I the only one that knows how to flush? No. Am I the only one that is capable of wiping my toothpaste out of the sink? No. And yet---

So how am I supposed to exist in this woman's halo-ic shadow?

I know it was supposed to be a complement. I'm a little touchy.

Score One for the Home Team

I just found out that one of Hub's old "almost" flames got arrested for having sex with a teenage student. This information is "all over the internet," but I have yet to find it. However, I will currently revel in my success at being slightly more successful in something that she wasn't successful in. The last time something was all over the internet about one of Hub's old "almost" flames, she was a model. (When we saw her at Christmas, she was on her way to London.)

Forgive me, I know I'm shallow.

Say It With Me

Stupidity is cleaning your little boys' bathroom with bleach. Because, say it with me, pee is made out of ammonia and ammonia and bleach don't mix. Stupidity is also doing this without a vent running and breathing deeply through your mouth (so as to not smell the eau-de-pee-pee).

I don't think I breathed enough hydrochloric acid to burn a hole in my trachea, but if I never post again, you'll know what happened.