Feb 27, 2009

Finding Myself

I've spent most of my day, and will probably spend the entire weekend, cleaning my office/craft room. In the past, the craft part of this room was active and kept organized, while the office part lay dormant and unused unless needed for craft or scrapbooking purposes. Since before I was married, I've dabbled at just about everything imaginable: Avon, Stampin Up!, Craft shows and booths where I sold everything from ceramics to tole painting and then some. I've had my hand in writing music, playing the guitar, singing, cleaning houses, selling stuff on ebay, making pot pouri, photography, sewing, quilting, crocheting and much more, all in an attempt to find myself.

Now, that side of the room is a mess, barely recognizable "things" lay scattered about and the office side is alive with activity. Why? Because I'm a writer. I can say that now. I'M A WRITER.


When I was just a child, I could be found curled up under a table or hiding in a closet with a tablet and a pencil jotting down anything that came to my mind. I'd write about my pets, my family and even make up stories about giants and places I'd only been to in my dreams. I always had vivid dreams. But somewhere along the way, someone told me I had to BE someone and DO something with my life, and writing was in and of itself, a fairytale. If I chose that to define my life, I would be nothing . . . a nobody. Unfortunately, I believed them.

So, for years I've searched and struggled and actually gotten pretty good at some things, but they never seemed to fill the void that was slowly getting larger and eating me up inside. It got so bad that I slipped into a self loathing depression that consumed me and my family and left me doubting everything in my life. I felt like I was nothing, like there was no place that I belonged. That is until I went to an LDStorymaker's Conference.

My first one was in 2005. If I remember correctly, it was only their second conference and it was only one day, but they filled that day with great information and excitement about writing. I got to meet Anita Stansfield and made some friends, but the best part was that I found my passion. I remember the long ride home to Idaho and wondering why I'd let someone talk me out of something that meant so much to me. I vowed to never let anyone take that away from me again.

So, why did I mention cleaning the craft area of this room at the beginning of this post. Well, because I'm getting rid of my past. I'm getting rid of everything. Well, almost everything. If I don't think I will need it for my personal use or I haven't used it in a couple years, it's out the door. I have so much surplus and it's time to share. Some will go to friends, some to DI and some to the quilting ladies at the church.

When I'm done, I will post some before and after pics.

Feb 25, 2009

Book Review - Brass Dragon Codex



By: R.D. Henham

And her assistant – Rebecca Shelly

Brass Dragon Codex is a wonderful fantasy filled with plenty of action and adventure for everyone from child to adult. R.D. Henham does a phenomenal job at bringing the characters to life in this tale about an over talkative dragon, seeking to make a friend, and a gnome determined to make his life long quest a reality.

From the first page, I was hooked. Who wouldn’t love a quirky little dragon that not only talks to inanimate objects, but gives those same objects a voice in order to take away some of his loneliness? This well written story drew me right in. As the story progressed, I found myself so deeply involved with the enchanting tale, that I lost track of time. That’s a big plus to me.

Before reading Brass Dragon Codex, I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to follow the story because I’d only read one other book from the Dragon Codices Series. Such was not the case. This book absolutely stands on its own. Whether you’re a devoted fan, devouring every volume of the series or a new reader of R.D. Henham, you and your kids will enjoy this lighthearted adventure.

For more information about this book and the author click on the links below.

Buy Brass Dragon Codex here.

Or visit Rebecca Shelly's website here.

Feb 19, 2009

"Typical Conversation With Joshua"

My son, Joshua, will be 15 in a few days and it made me think about how much he's grown in the past few years in spite of his Autism. There have been a lot of severe behaviors that we have had to overcome and he's had to learn everything from scratch. Where most children learn from observing others, he had to be taught. But out all the things we've survived, there is still one little behavior that sends me to the edge of my insanity--the simple conversation.

Here is a typical conversation with Joshua, who thinks he needs a chocolate chip cookie.

Joshua - "Mom, can I have a cookie?"

Mom - "Maybe after dinner."

Joshua - "Can I have a bunch?"

Mom - "No, you may have one or two."

Joshua - "Can I have more after that?"

Mom - "No, you may have one or two cookies after dinner."

Joshua - "But I want a bunch."

Mom - "Joshua, after you eat dinner, you may have two cookies, no more."

Joshua - "Can I have a bunch now?"

Mom - "No, after dinner."

Joshua - "So I can have a bunch after dinner?"

Mom - "No, that's not what I meant. I mean you can have two after dinner."

Joshua - "But not a bunch now?"

Mom - "No."

Joshua - "When's dinner?"

Mom - "In about an hour."

Joshua - "But I don't want to wait that long. Can't I have a bunch of cookies now and then have two after and then maybe a bunch after that?"

Mom - (getting as close as I can and making him look into my eyes) "NO, two cookies, after dinner."

Joshua - "So I can have two cookies after dinner, then."

Mom - (finally) "Yes."

Joshua - "Can I have them as soon as dinner is over."

Mom - "YES"

Joshua - "But I can definitely have them?"

Mom - "YES!!!"

Joshua - "As soon as dinner is over?"

Mom - (pulling hair out) "YES!!!!!!"

Joshua - (seems satisfied and walks out of room, then turns back and comes back in) "So you said I can have two cookies, right mom, that's what you said, right? Is that right?"

Mom - (AAAH! 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10) "Yes, sweetie."

Joshua - "Okay." (walks out of room)

Mom - (scrambles to hide before he comes back in the room...LOL)

You don't even want to know what the conversation sounds like if I tell him NO. UGH.

Feb 18, 2009

My Hero

My husband loves to cook. It hasn't always been that way. In the earlier years of our marriage, I did most of the cooking with him stepping in only when the BBQer had to be fired up. That is a man's duty and women don't touch a man's BBQ. Or at least that's the way it is at our house. Anyway, at some point, he gradually started taking over most of the cooking duties around the house and I have to admit I'm loving it. As you can see by the stains on his shirt in this picture, he'd been out staining the deck for hours and stopped to come in and cook dinner. BUT WAIT, that's not all. He has been known to not only do laundry, but fold it and put it away. I am definitely spoiled rotten.

Just recently, I've been the victim of several random events that have forced me to stay home (flood in our kitchen, abscessed tooth & a car accident, among others) which has kept me from working in our restaurant. When it was time for me to return, my hero of a husband put his foot down and said, "Nope, it's your turn." I've been helping with his dream of owning his own establishment for almost 20 years and now he wants me to chase my dream of being a writer. So, here I sit at my friendly computer, with more time on my hands than I know what to do with. The past few weeks have been a dream come true and even though I have a lot yet to do before being considered for publication, I'm well on my way.

And, yes dear. I have time to make chocolate chip cookies now and will try not to burn them into little meteorites. Hmmmmm. Maybe that's why he's cooking????

Feb 14, 2009

"I've Been Tagged!!"

One of my writing buddies, Hazel, has been so kind as to tag me. It really didn't hurt--much--but it did tweak my brain a bit because I had to actually think of 25 (or less) things about myself to share with everyone. I thought I would come up short. I'm just not that interesting of a person but I managed to find 25. Most of the things I listed are silly things I'm certain wouldn't make anyone else's list, but since I was desperate, they have creeped into mine. I've tagged three of my own victims at the bottom if you care to take a look.

1) I like snakes, not even a little afraid of them. That doesn't mean I'm stupid enough to stick my hand in one of their holes or wrangle a rattler, but they don't bother me at all.

2) I'm a big tease, unfortunately most people take me too seriously and I get myself in trouble. They never know if I'm serious or pulling their leg.

3) I can twirl a baton. Learned when I was a young girl. My mom actually paid for me to take lessons when we lived in Kansas.

4) I'm deathly afraid of spiders. AAAAH!!! Even the teeny little no see'ems.

5) There's a huge cob web hanging above my desk and I'm too lazy to get the broom and catch it. Don't even want to think of the little critter that left it. EEEK!

6) It is physically and mentally impossible for me to stay awake while my husband drives. I've tried, I really have. I swear I've missed out on hundreds of miles of scenery because I'm snoozin', droolin' and noddin'. Very sad, especially since I'm the navigator and he's taken many a road in the wrong direction. (sigh)

7) I'm very intuitive. Some even say I'm psychically sensitive, but I just think I'm lucky. I've guessed the final score to a football game before it even began, found lost car keys, picked up the phone only to have it ring in my hand and it was the person I was going to call and even dreamed about things that actually happen. In other words, I'm a freak...like most everyone else.

8) I know a little about cars. Not a lot, just a little. I helped my dad rebuild the engine in my brother's '49 Chrysler when I was 12 and I've helped my husband work on several cars. When I was single, I changed my own oil....imagine that. Teens nowadays don't even know where the dipstick is.

9) My brother is a baker. My brother in law is a butcher. I was supposed to marry a candlestick maker. I guess a pizza maker is pretty close, eh?

10) I collect miniature antique advertising tins. The smaller the better. Don't like the big ones because I don't have room.

11) I am a crack shot with a gun. My father was professional marksman in the military, but it was my mother that taught me how to shoot when I was only five. I've been a member of several local and international gun clubs and have taken trophies and prizes. Unfortunately, I gave that up when kids came into the picture. All the firearms are locked in a gun safe and are never out. Both our kids have disabilities and don't know the difference between play and real guns. We don't even allow them to play with squirt guns or plastic swords. Suppose I'd be a bit rusty on the range now.

12) I taught myself how to play the guitar. My friend and I used to perform at weddings and such until I tried to sing a song by "Silvia" for someone close to me. When I was done, he said, "You sure don't sound like Sylvia." I put it away and don't play anymore, not even for my kids. Pretty sad, huh?

13) My office, where I am right now, is decorated in the jungle theme. I collect giraffes and like white tigers, so they fit right in. Besides that, the horrible mess I've made in it the past few weeks makes it look mighty authentic...LOL

14) I can wiggle my nose. Not like everyone else who has to twitch their lips to get it to move from side to side, but flaring the nostrils in and out. Really disgusting, but a great party trick....NO, I'm not doing it at the conference.

15) I lived in Germany when I was little. The things I remember the most are: the sand box full of ants, the crocheted slippers my grandma sent me that had bells on them so my mom could keep track of me while I chased after my big brother and sister, and the time she used up all my crayons, shredding them onto waxed paper, melting them with an iron and putting the pieces in the windows to look like stained glass. Great Christmas decoration, but my crayons?

16) I have an addiction to office supplies. I like buying pens and notebooks and markers and computer gadgets and paper clips (colored ones) and, and, and I once ordered over 100 legal pads from an office supply company because I was afraid I would run out. My husband has never let me live that one down. Everytime I order copy paper or something for work, he says...don't forget the legal pads ......SICK, huh?

17) My dog Lucky's ashes sit above my computer monitor. YIKES!!! (NO, I don't talk to him--much)

18) My kitchen is yellow. Oh no, not the mellow, subdued, calming yellow. I had to go and get the one that wakes you up in the morning by blinding you. Think lemon on steroids.

19) My favorite color is Pink, but I don't wear it much. When I was little I had to have a pink birthday cake with pink icing and pink plates and pink punch. I wore a pink robe and pink fuzzy slippers. Thank goodness I grew out of that. Wonder if I still have those slippers...hmmm.

20) I've been growing my hair out and I just died it dark brown, although it came out with a little red in it. Don't think any of my writing buddies will recognize me.

21) I've never had a broken bone (knock on wood) or a stitch (knock on wood) or been in the hospital over night (again with the wood thing). I've never even had to go to the hospital to have a baby because I couldn't have kids. We adopted.

22) I have a brown thumb. I swear there isn't a plant in my house that isn't in dire need of CPR (Croaking Plant Resuscitation)

23) My grandmother was a beauty queen. She was the first Miss Pocatello Idaho in 1927. Pretty proud of her. She is currently 98 1/2 and lives in an assisted living complex. You go granny.

24) I've seen the Mona Lisa. Not at all what I expected. Very small and drab.

25) I love the moon. My astrological sign is Cancer which is the moon child and it fits. I could sit outside on a clear night and watch the moon for hours. My favorite star is Venus and I can always pick it out from the rest.


NOW...the next to be tagged are: Nichole, Ali and Stephanie (Don't hate me, please)
I love myself.
The hardest thing for me was to learn to
love myself. I discovered long ago
that I had to love me in order to love another.
I love that I have my mother's eyes and
my father's common sense.
I love my imagination, even though sometimes
it keeps my up nights, not letting my brain rest.
I love that I have a sixth sense about things.
I love when I'm happy and especially
when I'm content.
I love being alone and in my own company.
But most of all, I just love being me.

Happy Valentine's Day
To all my friends and family
especially those on my
"Love List"

Feb 13, 2009

I love nature.
All kinds of it. I love going camping
in the mountains. The breeze as it comes off the lake,
the rush of the ocean as the waves wash up on the shore
and especially the calm of evening.
My favorite time of day is just before the sun goes down.
I love a beautiful sunset and the romance of it.
I love the feel of sand between my toes
and the dance of an eagle as it soars above.
I love it all.

Feb 12, 2009

I love Chocolate!
Need I say more?

Feb 11, 2009

I love Flowers.
All flowers are beautiful, but my favorite are Daisies.
I think they represent purity because
of their simplicity.
They are strong, yet fragile.
He love me, he loves me not,
He loves me.

Feb 10, 2009

I love life, family and friends.
My goal is to celebrate every moment of this life
with those who love me.
I have a wonderful family and many friends,
especially my writing buddies.
Hugs!!

Feb 9, 2009

I love music.
All kinds of music, actually.
I love country, rap and instrumental.
I play the guitar and love to listen to the
natural music of nature when I'm outdoors.
My favorite song today is:
Bleeding Love, by Leona Lewis

Feb 8, 2009

I love reading good books.
I don't really have a favorite although
I am into urban fantasy right now.
Maybe that's because I'm writing one...hehe.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I didn't read much when
I was younger, but started loving it when my
mother challenged me to read
"The Work and the Glory" series with her.
I got through all the volumes and was hooked.
Can't seem to get through the day without reading something.

Feb 7, 2009

I love dragonflies.
A funny little creature, but graceful and elegant.
I truly believe the dragonfly
is a fairy in training.

Feb 6, 2009

I love my mother.
The pansy is her favorite flower and for good reason.
She is delicate and fragile, a real woman
with a gentle hand and kind heart.
But in the dead of winter I have personally seen
a fragile pansy peek it's little head through the snow.
My mother is the same way. When things look cold and
dreary, she steps in and shows her true colors.
She's an inspiration to me.

Feb 5, 2009


I love my Dad.
I'm also very proud of him.
He spent 2 years in Vietnam
fighting for his country. He earned the
Purple Heart when injured there.
He has taught me how to love my country
and support the men and women who serve in the
armed forces to protect it.
He is my hero.

Feb 4, 2009

I love writing.
Without the gift of expression,
life would be dull and uneventful.
Record those things that touch your heart
for posterity and for yourself.

Feb 3, 2009

I love my boys.
Steven, who would have been 29 this year.
Joshua, who will turn 15 this month.
They define the joy in motherhood.

Feb 2, 2009

I love my wonderful husband of 23 years.
He understands me, cares for me, spoils me and forgives me. He is my strength, my light and my reason for living. His natural ability to be a great dad to our two beautiful sons makes me love him even more. Without him I would be lost.

Feb 1, 2009

I love my Heavenly Father.
With every breath I take, I give thanks to the many
blessings the Lord has given me.
He is my light.