My Wild Hair Little Woman

wild hairNot sure why I call her little.  She’s nearly as tall as I am.  Thin, though.  And young.  My beautiful baby.  Hallie was teasing her hair.  What did her hair ever do to her?!

Sorry Gerry, no singing vlog today.  I know it’s not what you were hoping for, Colline.  Maybe I’ll post my wild hair another day.

This is my submission for the 31 day challenge.  Kate’s prompt is “View” for today, so this fits.  And it sure goes along with my theme, “31 days of Wild Hair.”

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54-66 of the 5,000 Question Survey

Day 5 of 365 days of the 5,000 Question Survey – the next 13 questions (if you’d like to join, please see the link in my post from Sept 18th or just the link:

54.  How many TV’s are in your house?  We have two tvs.  There’s one in the livingroom and one in my bedroom.  We mostly watch the one in the livingroom.  The one in my bedroom only comes on if one of us is sick and in my bed.  It was on a lot after Hallie’s knee surgery and she had to keep it propped up constantly and get pain meds every 2 hours around the clock.

55.  What is your favorite thing to do outside?  That’s a hard one.  I love to walk/run with the dogs as well as with my daughter.  I love to roast hot dogs and marshmallows over the fire pit when it’s chilly out.  I love to mow.  I love to work in the yard when it’s not stifling.  I love to play frisbee and badmitton and other games with my kiddo and her friends and have picnics when it’s not too hot out.  I love to take my laptop and sit in the porch swing to work or write or just sit and sip on coffee or hot tea. All of those are my favorites.  I guess I’d pick the ones where I’m spending time with my family as they are my favorite people in the world.

56.  How do you feel when you see a rainbow?  Loved and forgiven and remembered.  God doesn’t forget his promises.  Even when sometimes I doubt him or shout at him, he has not forgotten.

57.  Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true?  Dreaming while asleep, I don’t believe so.  I’ve had many dreams and visions while awake that have come true.

58.  Have you ever been to a psychic/tarot reader?  No but I think it would be entertaining.  I believe some psychics have the true talent/gift but others are fakes.  I did go with a friend to a tea leaf reading once and it was quite hilarious.  She was a flake.  I also went to a group psychic thingy and that was filled with a bunch of nut jobs.  Like I said, I believe some of them are real but I’d say most are out of their minds crazy and some of the peeps that go to those things are insane as well.

59.  What is your idea of paradise?  Ultimately?  Being back at Home in heaven with God and Jesus and everyone that I’ve ever truly loved and continue to love.  This includes all the furbabes I’ve loved.  I believe there will be lush trees and soft green grass and beautiful rolling hills filled with lavender and beauty everywhere you look.  It will envelope you.  On Earth, paradise for me is being with my daughter and mother, especially on a road trip traveling around the U.S., although I’d like to see other countries (besides Mexico as I’ve been twice).  For living, I’d like to be closer to the mountains, less humidity, in an old 2 story house with a porch swing (I do love my old houses and porch swings), and a wrap around porch filled with hanging plants, rocking chairs, small tables to sit our cups of tea or cherry limeade or what have you, a nice spacious yard with lots of privacy and flowers and trees and just space to walk and breathe.  Oh, and central air and heat, more than 1 full bath and at least 2 nice size closets that we can fully access (I live in a house built in 1939.  When they built some of these houses, people only wore a couple of outfits and didn’t need the full closet so part of mine is most difficult to access).

60.  Do you believe in god and if so what is he/she/it like?  I most definitely do.  Too many miracles have happened in my life to not believe in God.  He is my Father.  He is loving, is jealous for my love and devotion, is forgiving, can get angry, can be disappointed like any father, but always believes in giving endless chances.  He believes in me and has faith in me.

61.  Do you believe in Hell?  I most certainly do.  I believe I’ve walked through some of it here on Earth.  But the real deal is far worse than anything I can imagine.  I do not fear it, because I know I won’t be going there.  I follow Jesus.  I’m not perfect or even good.  I love Jesus and follow him and this is why I’m going to heaven.

62.  What one thing have you done that most people haven’t?  I don’t know that I’ve done anything that most people haven’t.  Some people find it unusual that I was in the Air Force and that I used to climb mountains and rock (without cables and ropes).  I’ve earned medals in martial arts tournaments.  I had my daughter through natural childbirth without drugs (she was 9 lbs 13.5 oz).  But honestly, I don’t find any of that to be particularly different or special or doing things that most people haven’t.  Many people have done those things.

63.  What is the kindest thing you have ever done?  I don’t know that I should say as I feel it would sound like bragging.  I believe the nicest things you could ever do for others should be a secret between you and God.   I do nice things for others not to hear, “Oh, you’re so nice or giving or generous or whatever…”  I do those things because they are the right things to do and because I feel God calls me to do those things.  I do not need recognition.  I only need my Father to smile at me from time to time.

64.  Are you a patient person?  Om, no.  I would say I’m probably one of the least patient people on the planet.  I’m less patient with myself than I am others.  But I’m not very patient with others either.  I’ve become more patient after having a child but I could still use a ton more patience.

65.  What holiday should exist but doesn’t?  I don’t know that we need any more holidays.  I think we probably have enough.

66.  What holiday shouldn’t exist but does?  Oh, I’m sure several exist that we do not need but it’s not for me to say.

Love Letters

To Hallie -

How shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

You are bright and warm as the shining sun

Beautiful and stylish as the bloom of the rose

Fragrant and soft as the blossoming gardenia

Filled with as much fun and frolic as a romp through the clean cut grass

And I love every minute of you.

- Love, Mama

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I encourage you to write a love letter to all your beloveds.  To your parent(s), to your children (young or grown), to your friends, to those you cherish and mean something special to you.  Think of it as “if this was your last day on earth, to whom would you want to say, ‘I love you,’ ‘You’re special to me,’ ‘I appreciate you,’ ‘You make life more full,’ ‘You make me feel complete,’ ‘You are my joy,’ ‘You make me laugh.’ “

Camp Nano Washed Out

Well, technically, Camp didn’t wash out.  I did.  It’s not for a lack of trying, mind you.  I’ve had much on my plate with work, with running after Hallie and helping her (post-surgery), running after the animals, mowing and working in the yard, cooking, cleaning, washing, going to and fro physical therapy and the list goes on.

I did manage to scribble roughly 5,000 words, not quite reaching the goal I’d set for myself of 10,000.  BUT!  I am still squeezing in time to write, even if it’s for a measly 15-30 minutes a day.  Hey, something is better than nothing, right?  Right.

I sort of messed myself up a bit to be honest.  I started back on my work of non-fiction that I started in October of last year and it’s like I had to force myself and found it to be more of a chore than fun.  I cannot write like that.  It has to be fun.  Don’t misunderstand.  Sometimes you have to glue your butt to the chair or couch or bed or porch swing or wherever it is you want to write and actually put in the time to write.  Something.  Anything.  Just to get yourself started.

Write the voices that are talking (screaming) in your head

But to sit there in angst with 100 other thoughts running through your head of what you need or want to be doing rather than having the want to sit there and write.  Well…  I cannot write like that.  It has to be fun.  After you sit there and force yourself to write, if the imagination and words are not flowing by the end of the first 30 minutes, it’s not worth it.  So I pulled away and thought to myself, “Self, while I realize finishing this book is important, you have all these voices in your head screaming at you to work on their story.  How can you focus on something completely opposite when you have your fantastical characters screaming at you to write their story?  Writing is writing.  As long as you are writing, you’re getting the job done.  But you need to listen to those voices in your head.  Listen to them.  Write their story.”

Then, I had a dream, woke up at 0:dark:30 after the dream, couldn’t go back to sleep, got up out of bed and wrote.  It was an epiphany.  I have started books 1 and 2 in a series and this dream was the story before book 1.  A new twist!  Sort of like The Hobbit movie coming out after all the Lord of the Rings movies.  It’s the back story before the story.  So, I have to say, I was a bit psyched to get up oh so early to write out everything I could remember from the dream.  And it’s funny.  The more time I spent writing it, the more details sprang up and I started remembering more of the dream, the colors, the sounds in the background, the smells, the rooms and changing environments, the action, the drama, what the characters where saying and how they were saying them.  Writing is such a wonderful trip!!  Hearing, seeing, feeling and smelling the story in your mind and writing it out is like biting into a juicy sweet peach, breathing in that heavenly fresh summery fragrance, and having the nectar drip and run down your chin and arm while savoring every last delicious bite.

If you write at all, then be proud

If you did not reach your goal for Camp Nano, don’t beat yourself up about it.  If it got you started writing and you continue every day to write, then be proud.  The real goal here is to write, to create, to spill your soul or imagination or dreams onto paper or laptop or whatever the tool is of your choosing.  But to write.  That is the goal.  So do that.  And be pleased with yourself.  Someone said once, ‘it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.’  And that is a very true statement.  The journey is the fun part, the adventure and, sometimes, the distraction from real every day life.  It’s my means of escape, though I don’t escape for long, as I love my life and the people in it.  Still, a little mini-mental-vacation is always welcome.  To imagine worlds and stories in your mind — those are some of the best vacation adventures.

So, maybe I didn’t wash out.  I started.  I wrote.  I’m writing daily.  And I will finish it eventually.  And so will you.

And if you did reach your goal for Camp, I applaud you!!  And if you didn’t reach your goal, and, still, you wrote, I applaud you, as well!  Wooooo-hooooo!!!  *clap*clap*clap*clap*wolf whistle*  Whoop!  Whoop!!

Where Does Your Heart Reside?

“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”

- Matthew 6:21

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Where is your treasure?  What is your treasure?  I have many, many treasures.  The first that come to mind are the most loved people in my life; those that make life worth living, worth waking up in the morning, worth smiling, worth struggling — those are the ones that I love more than the air that I breathe.  Hallie and Mama.  My two best friends in the world.  I can go anywhere in the world and I’m home as long as they are both with me.  They make me want to be a better person.  And they make me feel loved every day of my life.

And then, there’s Jennefer, another best friend.  It’s so nice to have a friend that knows me and likes me anyway.  We understand each other because we have many of the same things and life experiences in common.  We are both Christians and believe in strong family morals.  There’s nothing I can’t tell her.  I don’t think I’ve ever had a friend quite like her.  She’s the kind that hears you, gets you and doesn’t judge you on what you say.  And we are uplifting and encouraging and supportive with everything that the other does.

More treasures would be our furbabies!  Life is not complete without furballs around us!  We love our Buddy, Lilly and Tiger!

And tea!  Oh my goodness, I love me some hot tea and honey.  Right now, my favorite is this mixture I found at Teavana when we were (I think it was going through Knoxville, TN) on vacation.  It’s a mixture of Pineapple Kona Pop and Blueberry Bliss.  I call it Blueberry Pineapple Pop.  It’s heaven in a cup!  The fragrance alone is worth spending 5 minutes breathing in its deliciousness.  If you love tea, I highly recommend.

And creative writing!  That is something I pray I can live off of one day and that alone.  Right now, I have writing contracts but it isn’t the kind of writing assignments I dream of.  Plus, I have other contracts which I truly enjoy and my clients are awesome and amazing people.  However, writing books is where my heart lives.

Oh, and reading.  I love to read.  Especially J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, H. G. Wells, J. K. Rowling as well as many others, but I do love fantasy/sci-fi/adventure the most and that’s also what I love to write.

I have so many treasures in my life.  These are just a few that are at the peak of my huge mountain of blessings, treasures and loves.

What are some of your best treasures?  Where does your heart reside?

The Zombie Apocalypse is Here

zombies

Picture Thursday:

Mama and I took Hallie to get her knee surgery. Bless her. Good drugs in the ole IV, nerve block — she was flying higher than fireworks on the Fourth of July. She was feeling no pain. She and I had a few nice chats before they took her back and we had some good laughs. I’m sure everyone back there was wondering what was so funny. The kid is freakin’ hilarious without drugs. So you can imagine her drug-induced humor. Crazy Eyes!! Then surgery. Then recovery. Ugh. Bad dreams and tripping, tears. You might can imagine. Time to go. She screams Chick-fil-A, same as last time. Yeah, same surgery on the other knee 7 months ago. Onward to buy a late lunch and make the usual stop at Seattle Drip for her strawberry smoothie and Mama’s and my dark chocolate and hazlenut frappe with an extra shot of espresso and whip. Thank ya, Lord, for heaven on earth. Stop and buy drugs (the legal kind). And home.

Fast forward to Friday:

Pain pill and ice every 4 hrs. Advil every 4 hours in between the pain pill and ice, so up every 2 hours around the clock. Drugs forcing her to sleep, which is a good thing, then awake in a drugged zombie-like state. I’m so out of it, I don’t know whether to feed the dishes or wash the pets. Tried to work but as soon as I start, you know the thing your eyes do when you’re a mixture of tired, sleepy and a bit out of your mind from lack of sleep? Yeah, the glazed over drugged-out look? Sort of zombie-like? That’s me. Crazy eyes!! They start out at half-mast, then I try to stretch them open wide as if that’ll help make me alert. I can’t focus on work. Tried to nap with her. Then, I think of all the stuff I need to do, so I can’t sleep either. So, here I am, walking like a zombie through the house (picture tank, shorts, unbrushed hair, unbrushed teeth, unwashed face with yesterday’s left over makeup and… Crazy Eyes!!), tending to her, and then coming back to pull blank stares at my computer screen. So, why is it so easy to just blah-blah-blah on the computer, talking about life in general, yet I can’t work? It’s easy stuff, too, mostly. I guess my head is simply not in the game.

Yes, the Zombie Apocalypse is here and it’s at my house. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

(Photo courtesy of goodreads.com)

The Zombie Apocalypse is Here and is at My House

zombies

Picture yesterday:

Mama and I took Hallie to get her knee surgery.  Bless her.  Good drugs in the ole IV, nerve block — she was flying higher than fireworks on the Fourth of July.  She was feeling no pain.  She and I had a few nice chats before they took her back and we had some good laughs.  I’m sure everyone back there was wondering what was so funny.  The kid is freakin’ hilarious without drugs.  So you can imagine her drug-induced humor.  Crazy Eyes!!  Then surgery.  Then recovery.  Ugh.  Bad dreams and tripping, tears.  You might can imagine.  Time to go.  She screams Chick-fil-A, same as last time.  Yeah, same surgery on the other knee 7 months ago.  Onward to buy a late lunch and make the usual stop at Seattle Drip for her strawberry smoothie and Mama’s and my dark chocolate and hazlenut frappe with an extra shot of espresso and whip.  Thank ya, Lord, for heaven on earth.  Stop and buy drugs (the legal kind).  And home.

Fast forward to today:

Pain pill and ice every 4 hrs.  Advil every 4 hours in between the pain pill and ice, so up every 2 hours around the clock.  Drugs forcing her to sleep, which is a good thing, then awake in a drugged zombie-like state (her, not me).  I’m so out of it, I don’t know whether to feed the dishes or wash the pets.  Tried to work but as soon as I start, you know the thing your eyes do when you’re a mixture of tired, sleepy and a bit out of your mind from lack of sleep?  Yeah, the glazed over drugged look?  Sort of zombie-like?  That’s me.  Crazy eyes!!  They start out at half-mast, then I try to stretch them open wide as if that’ll help make me alert.  I can’t focus on work.  Tried to nap with her.  Then, I think of all the stuff I need to do, so I can’t sleep either.  So, here I am, walking like a zombie through the house (picture tank, shorts, unbrushed hair, unbrushed teeth, unwashed face with yesterday’s left over makeup and…  Crazy Eyes!!), tending to her, and then coming back to pull blank stares at my computer screen.  So, why is it so easy to just blah-blah-blah on the computer, talking about life in general, yet I can’t work?  It’s easy stuff, too, mostly.  I guess my head is simply not in the game.

Yes, the Zombie Apocalypse is here and it’s at my house.  Be afraid.  Be very afraid.

(Photo courtesy of goodreads.com)