And that just happened


Don’t let the picture fool ya!

So I’m sitting outside my daughter’s school, waiting for play practice to get out, and my car begins freaking out. The locks begin clicking…the lights come on and go out, dim, and become brighter. I’m like ‘what’s going on?’ Within seconds, all goes black. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

Before the parking lot is abandoned, I go to a nearby car and kindly ask the woman if she has jumper cables. I know what you’re thinking…that girl has mad jumper cable skills. Ooh quite the contrary. Girl has no clue when it comes to the transfer of battery power via red and black cables.  So surprisingly she has this nifty emergency bag (she’s not once had a need for probably) and inside is a set of tiny little cables. Bingo. “Now I’ll just call a boy”, I said. “Better yet”, she replied…”I’ll try to go and find a boy”.

Short version of lesson is…why don’t they have a class, given in school, before anyone is allowed to graduate and demonstrate the fine art of “emergency situations and how to adapt”. Changing a tire knowledge would be nice…building a porch would stand out as a great category. Or, how about repairing a leaking faucet. I don’t know about you, but it would be a great change to not have to depend on someone else for things I could know myself, given the proper education. I mean once I’m out in the big bad world, finding a person with a set of unusable cables is about the best I can do. 😦

On to the hair situation. I left you last time with the cliffhanger of my short hair…will it grow, is it growing, am I wearing wigs? Well, I’ve been shampooing with biotin enhanced stuff, eating biotin gummies, massaging my scalp every chance I get, and yanking on the ends at least five time a day. Results…nada, nothing, not an inch. I will say though, it is a bit liberating. Sort of like a boy. Never does it fall into my eyes, blow in the wind, or get tangled after washing. I’m going to miss this little hot mess one day…oh, let it be tomorrow!

In other news of my oldest child…he’s the one in college. Fresh from the feathered nest of home. Where I cooked for, cleaned for, and washed for. Not to mention, sometimes thought for. Not all the time. He is eighteen, after all. But I was shocked to hear news today of him taking on a job without even the slightest text, tweet, or message to me to ask my opinion. I mean it was only last week he wanted me to look at a screen shot of his throat to give advice on seeing a doctor. His FIRST job? Say what? Who cares…he took it. Still no call..*crickets*

Moving on to a health note: My throat is extremely sore. Maybe I got whatever he sent me over in the picture. 🙂 No, seriously…it’s been hurting since the weekend. I powered up and took gads of vitamins. Which I think only trapped the junk in pockets of the throat lining. I’m not unable to breathe, but something just ain’t right. I couldn’t even sing to my power hour of happy songs playlist, on the way to work today. bummer.

One last thing to mention…smallest child came home without a coat. Okay, so it’s in the 40’s here–32 degrees in the mornings. He’s been out sick with a fever for the past 3 days. 3 days! And all because he went out to recess last week and stepped in the saturated playground, thus getting his socks, shoes, and pants drenched in muddy water. Yes! He was able to squish all the day long in water, thus not grabbing the attention of his award winning teacher. How does this happen? So today, after 3 days out for a virus/asthma induced sickness (by way of soaked shoes), his coat came up M.I.A. When asked if he wore it for recess, of course the answer was no. He couldn’t find it. So where is it? And why didn’t someone…oh, I don’t know…like a teacher ask this important question and not let anyone leave the class until it was found. Inquiring minds will never know. I’m off to find a makeshift coat for tomorrow.

Until next time. 🙂


Death by Opinion

naïve_skullI’m finally back home from my whirlwind of getaways! The last bed I slept on in the hotel was sooo much more comfortable than the one in Seabrook. I prefer soft, so I sunk between the questionable sheets last night and slept very sound. Tonight, I’m in my own–no fears of who slept here twenty four hours ago and what they might’ve left behind. 🙂

Anyway, while I was away, I got a chance to cruise through Facebook for a moment. Which by the way, it was only a moment. For anyone who has attended college orientation for freshmen, my hats off to you. OMG. Information overload. I was lectured to for the better part of two days straight. I think I could serve on the panel of one of those information sessions without a problem. And don’t you know it, there’s always that one person who has to raise their hand and tell about an experience they had about such and such. I began singing songs in my head every time I saw her hand fly up. Even the faculty began ignoring her waving appendage.

Back to the subject of my blog. I was on Facebook when I read a post from a fellow author. She had made mention concerning her political views. I might’ve blogged about this before….if I have, bear with me. I was just amazed with the backlash she received from one picture she posted. I do not intend to mention names or describe the picture, just know that it clearly stated her opinion about one of the presidential candidates. My, my. She had people stating they would never buy her books again, that she was using her name to further the other candidate’s chances of winning…you name it, it was commented. Others chimed it stating they would use their library card from now on when it came to her books. My jaw fell to the floor. Are you serious?

Okay so first let’s get something straight…if you are in the public eye, however small of an eye, you just never, never, never discuss politics or religion. It’s safe to say there are others out there that don’t share in your opinion. Yes, that’s right…YOUR opinion. As in, keep it to YOURself. Or suffer the consequences. Now, I realize her ability to produce the books she does has very little to do with who she’s going to check the box in November to be our next president, but by nature, it still leaves you with the stinky smell of what’s she thinking…who she’s supporting. As in, “are you kidding me?” But I can then get past it and read the book in good conscience. It’s not as if the money I pay for the book is going directly to support the person I don’t wish to win.  Whatever candidate she chooses to vote for is her choice. I get one too!

I’ve come across articles in magazines where celebrities flat out bash a candidate. If I don’t share the same opinion, it’s human nature to give them the stinkeye for all of two minutes and think differently of them. Of course I’m talking about if they hold a rally in order to bash the opponent or use airtime to talk ill of them. Because let’s face it, what are you gaining from getting down there in the ditch with whomever in order to make your point? You could be losing a lot of fans because of it. Instead, rise above. Yes you can have an opinion, but clearly state it and move on. No mud slinging required.

That’s why I have a hard and fast rule that the only people who get to hear my opinion are the ones sitting at my dinner table…at home. Repeating it to the public is like shooting yourself in the foot. And personally I need that foot. 🙂


I’ve Done it Again!!!

AgnesThat’s right, I’ve done it again! I’ve released another Amy book. I just love that girl. And I love writing! And I love publishing! And I love readers! It’s a dream come true.

For those who’ve been misplaced out of my reach for the past month, this is the day that “Leaving Amy” reveals herself to the world. You remember “Waking Amy” right? The book where the girl gets left by her husband…she goes in search to find herself and finds…

Well, if you haven’t met Amy, then you won’t understand what, who, or why she’s “Leaving Amy”. So please, walk, run, click, or read over someone’s shoulder, the beginning of the whole ordeal. Then after that…walk, run, or click to find out the second half. I’m on pins and needles waiting to hear some reaction to all of it. Will they want to shake her, squeeze her, jump in the car and give her a quick talking to? I don’t know. And it’s driving me crazy!!

But most of all, I’m just so happy to be here on the other side of the computer, looking at this accomplishment. For someone who didn’t have a clue what they would be doing now, I’ve come a long  way in a short time. I’m beyond measurable thrilled. I’m over the sun, the moon, and the stars- happy. I can’t believe Amy has a second book and it’s for sale. Thank you to all the people who’ve begun her journey with me and who’s sticking around to see what happens next. And just for the record, so am I! I haven’t quite finished her story, so I’m looking for some suggestions. Got any?

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