Sunday, April 1, 2012
It's April Fool's Day - He had babies!!!!!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Is Anybody Out There?
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Cats, Housecleaning, Remodeling and Eagles
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| How many cats is too many? Mine! |
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| For the record, I look NOTHING like Barbie! |
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| I want an island!!!!! |
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| and fewer walls! |
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| Virginia and James, aren't they fabulous? |
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Cats, Motorcycles and Baby Elephant Butts!
Anyhoo, there was a baby elephant there too! Can you say SQUEE!!!!!! I can, and did. Repeatedly. My husband says you have to have a vagina to think a little baby elephant butt is adorable and since I do, I can't argue with that one!
To top it all off, when we came out of the Coliseum, it was snowing. Like mad.
We've currently got about two or three inches of the white stuff and we've been laughing at the antics of the three indoor/outdoor kitties. They love it! Oreo went sliding around the deck trying to get under the snow and Tango took off and ran around the house about four times. Their mom, Muffin calmly sat in one of the deck chairs taking swipes at whomever happened to go sliding by her perch!
It's been a good Sunday.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A Special Day.....Still
Happy Birthday Daddy, I still love you more than you could ever know.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Want to be part of a children's book? Come on in!
Isn't he adorable?
So what I'm doing is posting the story on a page so it'll come up at the top of my page, and ask all my friends to check it out and let me know if it's something you or your children might like before I get my hopes up and try to get it looked at by a publisher. I know it needs some work and I'm working on that now, but I'm basically just checking for the concept to see if it's an appealing one or not.
Feel free to read it to your kiddos to see how they react too, I just want some honest feedback.
Click the link below to check out the book!
Monday, February 6, 2012
The Nightly Feline Migration
Football, Gloating and Pouting.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
When God answers prayer
Monday, January 30, 2012
When Friends Really Need You - Please Read!
Sunday Fluff
All images courtesy of Tumblr, my new love.
Thanks for stopping by, you're all.....
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thirty Days of Truth - Day Seventeen
Another chapter in the oddity that is me begins here. Day Seventeen and a book that changed your life.
I'm going to take you back a way....a long way actually, to when I was a mere sweet sixteen and in private school that I loathed. We had a reward system there. Read a book every week, write a report on it, and stand up in front of the ENTIRE school and do a book report and you got privileges that allowed you to pretty much do whatever you wanted as long as you stayed on school property. Combine, well, me with that privilege and you know where I learned to speak in front of large groups of people. I did it every single week for two years.
Being a very small school, we had a limited library, so needless to say toward the end of those two years, I started running out of reading material.
All that time, there on the shelf sat this ONE book. All alone, perhaps due to it's girth. You KNOW I don't remember how many pages that freaking book had now, but I'm ballparking around 863. If memory serves. It's been sitting there for almost two years taunting me. I've picked it up and read a little, but in the first place it was published in 1809 and I'm sixteen. Ugh. It's by a woman named Jane Porter whom of course I've never heard of. And it's l.o.n.g. No way I can finish this book in a week and give a report on it.
Finally, it happens. It's the last book on the shelf, so it's me sitting the rest of the year in a little cubicle with partitions on both sides of me so I can't see anything except directly in front, or read the freaking book and being free.
Now you're curious aren't you? Mhm.
The book is titled The Scottish Chiefs. It's the historical account of the live of Sir William Wallace. I've seen it touted as historical and as historical romance. Not buying the romance, it's factual and that's a part of it, but it's beyond that by spades.
I vividly remember the night I started reading it. My bedroom was a color I'll not admit in public, and my bed was that white with the gold trim. I had the matching chest and dresser and even the desk with matching chair. My bedspread was that white bumpy stuff that all the little old ladies used to have but it was warm and snuggly and I loved it. There was a window directly across from the foot of my bed that looked out onto the main street and a huge maple tree my grandmother had planted in the yard that eventually had to be cut down because of the power lines. There was a window to the left of my bed that looked out across our street to the Farris' house. A lovely old couple who worked in the yard all day every day and never failed to have something nice to say. I used to help them weed those little purple flowers also favored by the old folks that seemed to want to take over the world if you'd let them. Alas, I digress.
I curled up in bed and took the paper jacket off because I always mess those up. Then I started reading. I admit the first few pages or even chapters were hard, but it didn't take long.
Jane Porter wrote this in a preface.....
"In seeking to go back, by the traces of recollection, to the period when the first impression of the heroes which form the story of the Scottish Chiefs was made on my mind, I am carried so completely into the scenes of my infancy, that I feel like one of the children old tales tell of, who, being lost in a wood, tries to find her way home again, by the possibly preserved track of a few corn seeds she had chanced to scatter on the ground as she came."
I won't go into detail as honestly, I don't remember all that much, other than that I was mesmerized. I didn't want to put it down. Even with the sometimes difficult to understand terminology, the use of old, old, old Kings English, etc., it was spellbinding. I gave my book report the very next Friday and was granted my freedom once again. I finished the book in four days. Probably skipped some homework assignments, but I finished the book.
That book is the book that introduced me to reading. Really reading. Not to pass a test or for required reading, not just to be granted another week of freedom, but to sink into the pages and get lost. To really enjoy the story, the characters, the work that goes into writing a novel.
It's not even close, not by a long shot, but if you really need the reference, think "Braveheart". Maybe it would have been more pleasant to read if I'd had that image of Mel Gibson as William Wallace while I was reading, or you know what, I don't think it would have. Even after all these years, I can say with all honesty it's my favorite book ever. Even if I don't remember that much of it. I own it now. My husband bought me a copy years ago and I think it might be time to go back and pick it up again.
Until next time......
I'm going to take you back a way....a long way actually, to when I was a mere sweet sixteen and in private school that I loathed. We had a reward system there. Read a book every week, write a report on it, and stand up in front of the ENTIRE school and do a book report and you got privileges that allowed you to pretty much do whatever you wanted as long as you stayed on school property. Combine, well, me with that privilege and you know where I learned to speak in front of large groups of people. I did it every single week for two years.
Being a very small school, we had a limited library, so needless to say toward the end of those two years, I started running out of reading material.
All that time, there on the shelf sat this ONE book. All alone, perhaps due to it's girth. You KNOW I don't remember how many pages that freaking book had now, but I'm ballparking around 863. If memory serves. It's been sitting there for almost two years taunting me. I've picked it up and read a little, but in the first place it was published in 1809 and I'm sixteen. Ugh. It's by a woman named Jane Porter whom of course I've never heard of. And it's l.o.n.g. No way I can finish this book in a week and give a report on it.
Finally, it happens. It's the last book on the shelf, so it's me sitting the rest of the year in a little cubicle with partitions on both sides of me so I can't see anything except directly in front, or read the freaking book and being free.
Now you're curious aren't you? Mhm.
The book is titled The Scottish Chiefs. It's the historical account of the live of Sir William Wallace. I've seen it touted as historical and as historical romance. Not buying the romance, it's factual and that's a part of it, but it's beyond that by spades.
I vividly remember the night I started reading it. My bedroom was a color I'll not admit in public, and my bed was that white with the gold trim. I had the matching chest and dresser and even the desk with matching chair. My bedspread was that white bumpy stuff that all the little old ladies used to have but it was warm and snuggly and I loved it. There was a window directly across from the foot of my bed that looked out onto the main street and a huge maple tree my grandmother had planted in the yard that eventually had to be cut down because of the power lines. There was a window to the left of my bed that looked out across our street to the Farris' house. A lovely old couple who worked in the yard all day every day and never failed to have something nice to say. I used to help them weed those little purple flowers also favored by the old folks that seemed to want to take over the world if you'd let them. Alas, I digress.
I curled up in bed and took the paper jacket off because I always mess those up. Then I started reading. I admit the first few pages or even chapters were hard, but it didn't take long.
Jane Porter wrote this in a preface.....
"In seeking to go back, by the traces of recollection, to the period when the first impression of the heroes which form the story of the Scottish Chiefs was made on my mind, I am carried so completely into the scenes of my infancy, that I feel like one of the children old tales tell of, who, being lost in a wood, tries to find her way home again, by the possibly preserved track of a few corn seeds she had chanced to scatter on the ground as she came."
I won't go into detail as honestly, I don't remember all that much, other than that I was mesmerized. I didn't want to put it down. Even with the sometimes difficult to understand terminology, the use of old, old, old Kings English, etc., it was spellbinding. I gave my book report the very next Friday and was granted my freedom once again. I finished the book in four days. Probably skipped some homework assignments, but I finished the book.
That book is the book that introduced me to reading. Really reading. Not to pass a test or for required reading, not just to be granted another week of freedom, but to sink into the pages and get lost. To really enjoy the story, the characters, the work that goes into writing a novel.
It's not even close, not by a long shot, but if you really need the reference, think "Braveheart". Maybe it would have been more pleasant to read if I'd had that image of Mel Gibson as William Wallace while I was reading, or you know what, I don't think it would have. Even after all these years, I can say with all honesty it's my favorite book ever. Even if I don't remember that much of it. I own it now. My husband bought me a copy years ago and I think it might be time to go back and pick it up again.
Until next time......
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