Congratulations, Cindi H.!
Cindi won Turquoise by Marilynn Griffith.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Things I Heard This Weekend
Song Stuck on the Brain: Sounds of Silence by Simon & Garfunkle
Saturday had an unusual start to it. I was getting ready to get into the shower, when my doorbell rang. I decided to ignore it, the water was running and I was seconds from stepping into the spray.
Ding Dong. It rang a second time.
Hmm, could be a family member with a key, and I don't want them coming in on me while I'm in the shower. I decide to peak out the window to see who's car is in the driveway, but there are no cars to be seen.
Ding Dong.
It must be a salesman.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
Or maybe a Jehovah's Witness.
Ding Dong.
They'll go away eventually.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
Crap. They're not going away. I run throw on my lounge pants and t-shirt and try to smash my hair down before answering the door. Opening it 8 inches, I peak around the edge. There stands the guy that shovels my snow on occasion. I only know him as Andrew and there is no snow in sight.
"Hi, I was wondering if you'd like me to rake your leaves."
Umm, you rang my doorbell ten times for this? "Sorry, I don't have the money right now."
After discussing this for a moment, he thanks me and starts to leave. As he's stepping off the porch, he turns and says, "Are you single?"
Brain. Stops. Functioning. Does not compute. I'm never prepared for this question. It happens so infrequently that it shocks me and the truth pops out before I even have a chance to think about fibbing.
"Yeah." I respond, brain spinning.
"Can I get your number?"
"Umm, I'm sorry, I uh, I'm not really into seeing anyone right now, but um, Thank you."
"Oh. Okay." He mumbles and leaves.
I close the door lock it. I look at Jack and whisper, "He hits on me today?!?"
Jack just cocked his head and gave me a look that says, "Beats me."
I mean honestly. No makeup, hair a fright and sloppy clothes. The only time he's seen me like this and he chooses today to ask for my number? Not that I would have given it to him anyway. I mean, I refuse to date the guy that asked permission to pee on the side of my house.
Later, I took the nieces to see The Waterhorse. Great movie, by the way. All the kids loved it. Anyway, we were standing in line at the concession stand when the 8 yr-old, Allie, said this:
"Hey, I accidentally called you Mom." She laughs.
"You did?" I missed this due to the commotion from the other two.
"Yeah. Can I call you Mom today?"
"Why would you want to call me Mom? You already have a mom."
"Just for fun, for pretend."
Her sister pipes in, "Yeah, so we can fit in while we're here. We'll pretend."
"I don't care, you can call me whatever you want." I'm corralling them forward in line.
"Okay, Mom." Allie grins. "Or how about Grandma?"
Evil child. "No. You can't call me Grandma, call me anything else, but not Grandma!"
She laughs hysterically. She didn't call me Mom anymore either.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon. She's at my house helping me empty the dishwasher.
"Don't you get lonely?" Allie asks, dropping silverware into the drawer.
"Sometimes, but most of the time I'm fine."
"I can't believe you don't have any kids. Don't you want kids?"
"Sure, I just haven't had that opportunity yet. Besides, I've got you guys."
"Yeah, but that's not the same. You should have kids."
She hands me a glass to put in the cabinet.
"I'd be nice to them ... unless their evil or something."
I couldn't help it. I laughed. "They wouldn't be evil."
At least, no more so than the rest of them. Leave it to an 8 year old to find all the soft spots and poke at them. She can be so ornery at times, but she's also the most affectionate, and smart as a whip. Her one liners and comebacks are sharp as a tack and she always makes me laugh.
I have a picture of Clive Owen on my computer desktop at home. She saw the picture and said.
"He's ugly."
"No he's not." I reply chuckling.
"Well, he's not cute." She says, face all screwed up.
"Yes, he is, he's just old to you."
"Yeah," face still screwed up. "I guess that could be it."
I guess he's no Zac Efron. She told me last weekend, "Ashley Tysdale likes Corbin Bleu."
Thank goodness I've seen High School Musical, so I know who she's talking about.
"But Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron broke up." She puts her claws up and hisses like a cat.
"HEEEE. That Vanessa, she stole my man."
Oh, help us all, she's only 8 and she had her 'man' stolen.
I'll give her this, Zac is a cutie.
A.
Saturday had an unusual start to it. I was getting ready to get into the shower, when my doorbell rang. I decided to ignore it, the water was running and I was seconds from stepping into the spray.
Ding Dong. It rang a second time.
Hmm, could be a family member with a key, and I don't want them coming in on me while I'm in the shower. I decide to peak out the window to see who's car is in the driveway, but there are no cars to be seen.
Ding Dong.
It must be a salesman.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
Or maybe a Jehovah's Witness.
Ding Dong.
They'll go away eventually.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
Crap. They're not going away. I run throw on my lounge pants and t-shirt and try to smash my hair down before answering the door. Opening it 8 inches, I peak around the edge. There stands the guy that shovels my snow on occasion. I only know him as Andrew and there is no snow in sight.
"Hi, I was wondering if you'd like me to rake your leaves."
Umm, you rang my doorbell ten times for this? "Sorry, I don't have the money right now."
After discussing this for a moment, he thanks me and starts to leave. As he's stepping off the porch, he turns and says, "Are you single?"
Brain. Stops. Functioning. Does not compute. I'm never prepared for this question. It happens so infrequently that it shocks me and the truth pops out before I even have a chance to think about fibbing.
"Yeah." I respond, brain spinning.
"Can I get your number?"
"Umm, I'm sorry, I uh, I'm not really into seeing anyone right now, but um, Thank you."
"Oh. Okay." He mumbles and leaves.
I close the door lock it. I look at Jack and whisper, "He hits on me today?!?"
Jack just cocked his head and gave me a look that says, "Beats me."
I mean honestly. No makeup, hair a fright and sloppy clothes. The only time he's seen me like this and he chooses today to ask for my number? Not that I would have given it to him anyway. I mean, I refuse to date the guy that asked permission to pee on the side of my house.
Later, I took the nieces to see The Waterhorse. Great movie, by the way. All the kids loved it. Anyway, we were standing in line at the concession stand when the 8 yr-old, Allie, said this:"Hey, I accidentally called you Mom." She laughs.
"You did?" I missed this due to the commotion from the other two.
"Yeah. Can I call you Mom today?"
"Why would you want to call me Mom? You already have a mom."
"Just for fun, for pretend."
Her sister pipes in, "Yeah, so we can fit in while we're here. We'll pretend."
"I don't care, you can call me whatever you want." I'm corralling them forward in line.
"Okay, Mom." Allie grins. "Or how about Grandma?"
Evil child. "No. You can't call me Grandma, call me anything else, but not Grandma!"
She laughs hysterically. She didn't call me Mom anymore either.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon. She's at my house helping me empty the dishwasher.
"Don't you get lonely?" Allie asks, dropping silverware into the drawer.
"Sometimes, but most of the time I'm fine."
"I can't believe you don't have any kids. Don't you want kids?"
"Sure, I just haven't had that opportunity yet. Besides, I've got you guys."
"Yeah, but that's not the same. You should have kids."
She hands me a glass to put in the cabinet.
"I'd be nice to them ... unless their evil or something."
I couldn't help it. I laughed. "They wouldn't be evil."
At least, no more so than the rest of them. Leave it to an 8 year old to find all the soft spots and poke at them. She can be so ornery at times, but she's also the most affectionate, and smart as a whip. Her one liners and comebacks are sharp as a tack and she always makes me laugh.
I have a picture of Clive Owen on my computer desktop at home. She saw the picture and said.
"He's ugly.""No he's not." I reply chuckling.
"Well, he's not cute." She says, face all screwed up.
"Yes, he is, he's just old to you."
"Yeah," face still screwed up. "I guess that could be it."
I guess he's no Zac Efron. She told me last weekend, "Ashley Tysdale likes Corbin Bleu."
Thank goodness I've seen High School Musical, so I know who she's talking about.
"But Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron broke up." She puts her claws up and hisses like a cat.
"HEEEE. That Vanessa, she stole my man."
Oh, help us all, she's only 8 and she had her 'man' stolen.
I'll give her this, Zac is a cutie.
A.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Name that tune...
Song Stuck on the Brain: Misc. bits of I don't know what. I've been humming this tune all day and I can't figure out what it is. And although most everyone in the office said it sounded familiar, no one could name it. Can you?
If you can name it, I'll be eternally grateful.
A.
If you can name it, I'll be eternally grateful.
A.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
CFBA: Happily Even After by Marilynn Griffith
Song Stuck on the Brain: Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind
This week, the Christian Fiction Blog Alliance is introducing:
ABOUT THE BOOK :
Superwoman doesn't live here!
I marry a gorgeous executive, have a baby, lose all the weight (most of it), and move to a fine house in the suburbs with a welcoming new church. Wait...did I say welcoming?
One teeny waaah! and new mothers and their crying babies are exiled to a separate room. At least there's some enlightening conversation. Like about my husband and issues I didn't even know about!
And then there's my aptly named mother-in-law, Queen Elizabeth, who can't stand me.
I'm about to lose my mind! So it's high time for a visit to the Sassy Sistahood for some much-needed advice about men, marriage and motherhood!
The Sassy Sistahood: They get by with a little help from their friends.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Marilynn Griffith is mom to a tribe, wife to a deacon and proof that God gives second chances. While best known for her colorful novels about friendship, family and faith, Marilynn is also a speaker and nonfiction writer.
Her nonfiction has been included in CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE CHRISTIAN WOMAN'S SOUL and several other devotionals and magazines. Currently, Marilynn is editor of the SISTAHFAITH:BELIEVING BEYOND SHAME anthology. She is also the founder of Faithchick.com, a blog for faith fiction readers.
Marilynn is the author of six novels dealing with issues such as teen pregnancy, AIDS, abstinence, stress relief, single parenting and marriage. Her recent fiction titles include TANGERINE and IF THE SHOE FITS.
Marilynn has served as Vice President and Publicity Officer of American Christian Fiction Writers. She speaks to youth, women and writers about believing beyond boundaries and daring to reach dreams.
Marilynn lives in Florida with her husband and seven children whom she taught at home for seven years. When not chasing toddlers, helping with homework or trying to find her husband a clean shirt, she can be found scribbling furiously on her next novel.
To book Marilynn for media interviews, speaking engagements, Serious Fun fiction parties or book club call-ins, please contact her thru her WEBSITE.
This week, the Christian Fiction Blog Alliance is introducing:
ABOUT THE BOOK :
Superwoman doesn't live here! I marry a gorgeous executive, have a baby, lose all the weight (most of it), and move to a fine house in the suburbs with a welcoming new church. Wait...did I say welcoming?
One teeny waaah! and new mothers and their crying babies are exiled to a separate room. At least there's some enlightening conversation. Like about my husband and issues I didn't even know about!
And then there's my aptly named mother-in-law, Queen Elizabeth, who can't stand me.
I'm about to lose my mind! So it's high time for a visit to the Sassy Sistahood for some much-needed advice about men, marriage and motherhood!
The Sassy Sistahood: They get by with a little help from their friends.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Marilynn Griffith is mom to a tribe, wife to a deacon and proof that God gives second chances. While best known for her colorful novels about friendship, family and faith, Marilynn is also a speaker and nonfiction writer.
Her nonfiction has been included in CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE CHRISTIAN WOMAN'S SOUL and several other devotionals and magazines. Currently, Marilynn is editor of the SISTAHFAITH:BELIEVING BEYOND SHAME anthology. She is also the founder of Faithchick.com, a blog for faith fiction readers.
Marilynn is the author of six novels dealing with issues such as teen pregnancy, AIDS, abstinence, stress relief, single parenting and marriage. Her recent fiction titles include TANGERINE and IF THE SHOE FITS.
Marilynn has served as Vice President and Publicity Officer of American Christian Fiction Writers. She speaks to youth, women and writers about believing beyond boundaries and daring to reach dreams.
Marilynn lives in Florida with her husband and seven children whom she taught at home for seven years. When not chasing toddlers, helping with homework or trying to find her husband a clean shirt, she can be found scribbling furiously on her next novel.
To book Marilynn for media interviews, speaking engagements, Serious Fun fiction parties or book club call-ins, please contact her thru her WEBSITE.
CONTEST:
Dont' forget you can enter to win Marilynn's book Turquoise. Click the cover in the top of the side bar and email me your entry. You have until midnight January 15, 2008 and must live in the US or Canada to win.
A.
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