I Love Digitals!

Let's see:
I love my cell phone.
(I love to text on my cell phone.)
I love to use the DVR.
(I love the convenience of watching shows I recorded on the DVR.)
I love my wireless laptop.
(I love surfing the internet's vast resource base on the computer.)
I love to burn CD's.
(I love to listen to them at home and in the car.)

Life is good!!

Roots

Roots are what we are literally handed when we are delivered into this world. Our life threads join the ages-old tapestry that has been woven with all the adventures, successes, risks, tribulations, choices, honor, faith, humor and love from every single member of our family who has gone before. These rich histories are what we cling to. What we claim.

Every single inch of that ancient weaving are the tenacious anchors that hold our collective souls together. There is a vivid and exciting spirit that eternally whispers the message to our souls, "You belong". We can even dare to ask that witness of the past to share the wisdoms learned. In the silence the lessons will be taught. In a quiet moment just settled back and close your eyes....and listen....and feel. Gather all of the strength, charity, graciousness, integrity, intelligence offered. Then stand proudly on the shoulders of those who have led the way and add your colors and textures to the cloth.

My son is in the last remaining days of his teen years. Throughout his life we have instilled the concept of WHO he came from and the STRENGTH those folks exhibited in their lives that now has been passed on to him. The thought that his own decisions and zest and energy are being added to the family tapestry probably hasn't even occurred to him. But when he does grasp that singular truth, he will realize the he has become the next intregal layer for future generations. (....Just maybe he will accept what his wonderful mother constantly reminds him: "You have to be good no matter where you go because you never know who you might run into or who might see you." We ALL know that happens, don't we? And a secret NEVER stays a secret, does it?)

I'm Baa-aack!

First of all, I have really missed not writing my little blurp. I sincerely missed all of YOU. Our mother board got fried while I was in Chicago but now the new personally built computer is up and running. I am thrilled...except for that fact that our internet/phone bundle has not be up for a whole 24 hour period since last Wednesday (UGH!). We are experiencing a lot of "outages in your area" (a direct quote from the folks at TimeWarner who are quite nice whether they be in Wisconsin, Delaware or the Phillipines....Yes, I ask....and know me on a first name basis. NO JOKE.
So since I don't know how much time I have before it bleeps back off again, I just want to give you the best darn song that you are to IMMEDIATELY google and listen to NOW. Type in: anita renfro mom song. Click on the YouTube listing and be prepared to laugh, nod your head in agreement, hear your own self in her lyrics and have your email list at the ready to forward this onto. Weren't you listening??? What are you waiting for??!? GO!!

You Look Just Like....

I have heard that ALL my life. I look like someone's neighbor's daughter's friend or a niece or a girl in their high school class or the cashier at their grocery store or, well, you get the picture. People come up to me and start sincere conversations based on their observations. I've met alot of nice people that way and they have made me smile. And I have to say that I often remark that I have noticed two people who are unrelated and do not know each other carry a striking resemblance that is hard to ignore. Some say that each of us has a twin somewhere on the planet. I believe that could be a definite possibility. (One last note --Funny but I never hear, "Wow!! You look just like that Victoria Secret model. You know!!? The beautiful brunette in the TV commercial wearing the wings!!" Hmmmmm....)

Why Women Have Hips --a List

What would you add?

* to carry school books
* to carry laundry baskets
* to carry children
* to carry groceries
* to carry a child AND a bag of groceries
* to close drawers
* to close car doors
* to balance a lamp on the right one, while picking up a moving box to carry with your left arm
* to lug bags of mulch to the various flowerbeds around the yard
* to keep the back door open so that your hands are free to give hugs while scooting children & dog (...and perhaps the husband) inside the house

The First "Teaser" as Promised

The storyline for this book has been growing on paper since 2005. I have challenged myself to dedicate time everyday to get this story from brain to hard copy before year's end. Here is just a peak into the world that my heroine must navigate to insure the future of the life precious to her and those she loves:
"She slipped out of her tent soundless as a wood elf, making her way unobserved to the large outcropping of boulders jutting from the edge of the forest that encircled the right flank of the encampment. She perched on the highest vantage point bending her knees, gathering them close to her chest and resting her chin on top. She hugged her legs as she gazed up at the rich, black velvet heavenly ceiling spread above her. The twinkling stars seemed to multiply even as she watched. She felt totally insignificant. "You sparkle at me in the night just as the countless campfires burn around me. Why do we fight? For some the challenge comes from the desire to be rich -- merchants sponging off the need of warriors' preparations, solders hoping for royal favors in the victorious aftermath. Religion calls to some who are called to fulfill holy destinies. Others are simply loyal to the king and that is enough to offer their service. And, always, there are those who enjoy the sight of seeing another warrior slump to the ground at their feet -- broken, sightless, lifeless. Death is a constant all must acknowledge. May the soldiers chosen to be in its gathering path on the morrow be remembered as devoting their spirits and last noble efforts to finally destroying this subversive, festering evil which has slithered through our land fed by devouring, raw greed."

This Brain of Mine is a Very Busy Place!!!

I have to tell you -- I am tired. On top of everyday living (family, job, friends, unforeseeables like water in our basement last week, etc etc) I have a total of eight --that's right -- EIGHT books that live in my head wanting, DEMANDING to be brought to life in written form. And, believe me, I would LOVE to do just that because the story lines and characters which make up their worlds are overwhelming mine!! I'll be waiting on a customer and an idea for a subplot POPS up....or I am cruising up I-71 and BAM a conversation between two characters grabs my attention. Constantly I am scrambling for a pen to scribble notes on any piece of paper within reach. There are currently three children themed books based on the bedtime stories I created every night and four adult (no, not Mature rated) oriented and one HUGE richly layered, grand-scaled epic that is really pretty darned exciting. Today I just wanted to introduce you to my crazy mental world and tomorrow I will tease you with a small peak into the kingdom where choosing sides is inevitable, the inhabitants colorful, the adventure gripping and the risks worth taking for the future of all.