by Susan May Warren
Awesome book! You must read it. :D
I have an interview with Susan coming, so check back. And I'll review this wonderful piece of work too.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Win a copy of Ticket to Tomorrow
I read this wonderful book and wrote a review. Hurry over to that blog, read the review and post for a chance to win your own copy of this heartwarming novel. Warning! The hero is a hunk and the heroine will steal your heart.
http://fabfourbookpicks.blogspot.com
See ya there!
http://fabfourbookpicks.blogspot.com
See ya there!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Ds1 has an eye for beauty. . .
(This is his girlfriend, in case your wondering.) I love this picture of her.
The photographer
caught by his own camera! We have so few pics of him cause he's always behind the camera. Ds1.
Dh strapping Ds2 down for the trip home. . .
Joking. Actually he is sitting on the sled/boat thingy that is covering the van's backpack to streamline it and make it more gas efficient. Really, we let him ride on the hood. :D
I went camping to get away from stuff like this
and look what I nearly picked up as I was tidying up the campsite! Yipes! I screamed, jumped about six foot sideways and identified the type of snake (in case you are curious, it's a Ringneck). Cracked my husband up. Notice HE is the one holding it. :D
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Book Drawing Winners
I can't get on my website to update the records there, so instead I will share it here and get back to writing. Still a long way to go, it feels like. Sigh.
Rose McCauley won Hearts on the Line by Margaret Daley
Marion Bullock won Land's End by Marta Perry
This month I will be cleaning out my entries and starting over for next month's drawing.
Have a great day everyone.
Rose McCauley won Hearts on the Line by Margaret Daley
Marion Bullock won Land's End by Marta Perry
This month I will be cleaning out my entries and starting over for next month's drawing.
Have a great day everyone.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Camping
done right. At least musically speaking. :D Obviously the other guitarist stole his brother's camera.
Alias impersonation?
Me trying to look like Jennifer Garner as I talk to Ds1's girlfriend. And no, we did not plan the shirts, but they were nearly identical except color, lol. GMTA. (BTW, she is also a writer.)
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Uh, hi guys
I'm really sorry about leaving this for so long. Life happened. Lots of stuff in life going nuts. And I am working on a couple of deadlines (writing but not big deal stuff, lol), but I couldn't just leave you guys hanging (read that: procrastinating).
Anyway, ds1 and I peered into the woods. Ds2 kept a lookout (or maybe he didn't want to risk ticks and poison ivy). Ds1 and I have overactive imaginations though. Briars scratched, branches pulled and ....The smell dissipated. Hmmm. My son was thrashing about somewhere nearby and I called, "I don't smell it now." He didn't answer but he was down by a small creek. So I tried backtracking, but I couldn't go back the way I came. I looped around and came up back on the sidewalk with ds2.
"I didn't find anything." I called to my oldest son, who I could still hear, but not see yet. Finally I saw a little bit of his shirt through the trees.
"I found it."
I hesitated and swallowed hard. "Um, do I need to call the police?" I started plowing through the trees to get to my kid.
"Nope."
My knees nearly buckled in relief. No one had died. Yeah! Of course we weren't out of the woods yet (figuratively or actually) because if it was a big animal we'd need to call animal control to get it. Didn't the people that lived in that house smell the smell? (In my overactive imagination, before I found out it wasn't person....Well, they were likely suspects you know? lol)
"What is it?"
To be honest, even with me looking at it also, we never could tell if it was two or if one had simply been....Spread out by scavengers.
All that imagination and trouble over a possum or two. Sigh.
And it still stinks there. Ick.
Not that I have been down there recently (and my thighs show it) because I have been so busy, but since starting back to work I have noticed a difference so that is good.
Okay, now back to the writing. I'm going to post a couple of pics from out camping trip soon, and tell you some fun stories. The James family cannot go camping and come back WITHOUT fun stories. The strangest stuff happens to us.
Hugs!
Anyway, ds1 and I peered into the woods. Ds2 kept a lookout (or maybe he didn't want to risk ticks and poison ivy). Ds1 and I have overactive imaginations though. Briars scratched, branches pulled and ....The smell dissipated. Hmmm. My son was thrashing about somewhere nearby and I called, "I don't smell it now." He didn't answer but he was down by a small creek. So I tried backtracking, but I couldn't go back the way I came. I looped around and came up back on the sidewalk with ds2.
"I didn't find anything." I called to my oldest son, who I could still hear, but not see yet. Finally I saw a little bit of his shirt through the trees.
"I found it."
I hesitated and swallowed hard. "Um, do I need to call the police?" I started plowing through the trees to get to my kid.
"Nope."
My knees nearly buckled in relief. No one had died. Yeah! Of course we weren't out of the woods yet (figuratively or actually) because if it was a big animal we'd need to call animal control to get it. Didn't the people that lived in that house smell the smell? (In my overactive imagination, before I found out it wasn't person....Well, they were likely suspects you know? lol)
"What is it?"
To be honest, even with me looking at it also, we never could tell if it was two or if one had simply been....Spread out by scavengers.
All that imagination and trouble over a possum or two. Sigh.
And it still stinks there. Ick.
Not that I have been down there recently (and my thighs show it) because I have been so busy, but since starting back to work I have noticed a difference so that is good.
Okay, now back to the writing. I'm going to post a couple of pics from out camping trip soon, and tell you some fun stories. The James family cannot go camping and come back WITHOUT fun stories. The strangest stuff happens to us.
Hugs!
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