As most of you know, I love reading. I've wanted to become a writer forever, so I went back to school to get a degree in creative writing. I've learned so much and I've finally gotten to a place where I'm excited to share one of my stories, Twists in Time, a young adult, fun, clean, romantic science fiction novel. It's currently available on swoonreads.com to read for free.
If I can get enough people to read, comment, and share, there is a possibility of Twists in Time getting published. If you're interested in reading it, go to swoonreads.com, create an account, find Twists in Time under sci-fi, and start reading. A big "THANK YOU!" before hand.
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Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Thursday, January 7, 2016
My Personal Identity Crisis
A couple of months ago I went to a doctor's appointment. After checking in, the nurse took me to an exam room and began asking me the birthing history of my children: how many kids I had, if they were full-term, etc.
And then the nurse said, "When was your abortion?"
"I'm sorry," I said, thinking I hadn't heard her correctly. "What did you ask?"
"It says here you had an abortion between your first and second child, " the nurse said clarifying. "What year was that?"
"I didn't have an abortion," I said shocked that I was having to explain myself. "I miscarried and was hemorrhaging so badly that I had to have an emergency D and C."
"Okay," the nurse said nonchalantly and went on to ask some more questions.
I didn't hear what she asked or said next as my mind was stuck on the word "abortion."
But the nurse carried on unaware of the turmoil roiling inside my brain. Never before had I felt so utterly misrepresented. My insides were screaming to clear my identity.
"I'm sorry," I said stopping the nurse's words. "I don't mean to be rude, but I need to clarify something. Do you mean to tell me that my personal medical records say that I had an abortion?
"Yes," the nurse said as a matter of fact.
"Can you please change them so that it is explained why I had a D and C? I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything else your saying knowing that 'abortion' is on my records."
The nurse was very understanding and accommodating, and said she'd fix it. Then she continued with her standard questioning before leaving me to wait for the doctor.
By sharing this, I am by no means trying to condemn or shame other women for their personal choices concerning motherhood. I also hope that those who are not mothers, and perhaps deeply desire children, will understand that I share my experience being very much aware and sensitive to those desires. Despite my personal feelings and deep religious beliefs, I don't know the intent of other's hearts and thoughts. Nor do I know the circumstances to which influence/ed other's choices.
Buts as I waited for my doctor to come in, I couldn't help thinking about how I defined my personal identity, especially in relation to my role as a mother. To have my name and identity linked with having an abortion was very disturbing. I knew that there would be very few people who would ever see my personal medical records. But I just couldn't get over the fact that there was a physical record, with my name on it, stating I'd had an abortion. I couldn't help feeling personally violated somehow. And I wanted to make it very clear to myself and the world that I loved being a woman and mother.
A couple of weeks later I was studying Hamlet in my Shakespeare class. One line in particular stuck out to me. Hamlet says, "...I have that within which passeth show-" (1.2.85.) I love Hamlet's words. But I can't help noting that, even though there is so much more to who we are as individuals besides what the world sees, there's a huge part of me that identifies myself by what I "show" to the world.
So, I will end in saying that this small personal identity crisis mattered to me. Part of my "showing" what was truly inside myself was having my medical records changed, which I made sure had been done at my next Dr.'s appointment. It matters that we stand up for what we are and claim our identities. And I claim my identity as a mother and hope to do so even on the days when mothering is difficult.
P.S. Yeah, I know. Mothering wasn't too difficult when this picture was taken.
And then the nurse said, "When was your abortion?"
"I'm sorry," I said, thinking I hadn't heard her correctly. "What did you ask?"
"It says here you had an abortion between your first and second child, " the nurse said clarifying. "What year was that?"
"I didn't have an abortion," I said shocked that I was having to explain myself. "I miscarried and was hemorrhaging so badly that I had to have an emergency D and C."
"Okay," the nurse said nonchalantly and went on to ask some more questions.
I didn't hear what she asked or said next as my mind was stuck on the word "abortion."
But the nurse carried on unaware of the turmoil roiling inside my brain. Never before had I felt so utterly misrepresented. My insides were screaming to clear my identity.
"I'm sorry," I said stopping the nurse's words. "I don't mean to be rude, but I need to clarify something. Do you mean to tell me that my personal medical records say that I had an abortion?
"Yes," the nurse said as a matter of fact.
"Can you please change them so that it is explained why I had a D and C? I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything else your saying knowing that 'abortion' is on my records."
The nurse was very understanding and accommodating, and said she'd fix it. Then she continued with her standard questioning before leaving me to wait for the doctor.
By sharing this, I am by no means trying to condemn or shame other women for their personal choices concerning motherhood. I also hope that those who are not mothers, and perhaps deeply desire children, will understand that I share my experience being very much aware and sensitive to those desires. Despite my personal feelings and deep religious beliefs, I don't know the intent of other's hearts and thoughts. Nor do I know the circumstances to which influence/ed other's choices.
Buts as I waited for my doctor to come in, I couldn't help thinking about how I defined my personal identity, especially in relation to my role as a mother. To have my name and identity linked with having an abortion was very disturbing. I knew that there would be very few people who would ever see my personal medical records. But I just couldn't get over the fact that there was a physical record, with my name on it, stating I'd had an abortion. I couldn't help feeling personally violated somehow. And I wanted to make it very clear to myself and the world that I loved being a woman and mother.
A couple of weeks later I was studying Hamlet in my Shakespeare class. One line in particular stuck out to me. Hamlet says, "...I have that within which passeth show-" (1.2.85.) I love Hamlet's words. But I can't help noting that, even though there is so much more to who we are as individuals besides what the world sees, there's a huge part of me that identifies myself by what I "show" to the world.
So, I will end in saying that this small personal identity crisis mattered to me. Part of my "showing" what was truly inside myself was having my medical records changed, which I made sure had been done at my next Dr.'s appointment. It matters that we stand up for what we are and claim our identities. And I claim my identity as a mother and hope to do so even on the days when mothering is difficult.
P.S. Yeah, I know. Mothering wasn't too difficult when this picture was taken.
Friday, October 30, 2015
A FAERIE'S REVENGE and GIVEAWAY
Yay! It's finally here! "A Faerie's Revenge," which is Rachel Morgan's fifth book in the bestselling Creepy Hollow series. Can I just tell you how much I love these books? I discovered them a couple of years ago when I read "The Faerie Guardian," and I completely fell in love with Rachel's writing, and the Creepy Hollow world.
I was content to read, over and over again, "The Faerie Guardian," "The Faerie Prince," and "The Faerie War," to get my Creepy Hollow fix. So I about peed my pants with excitement when Ms. Morgan announced she was writing six more Creepy Hollow books!
And I was not disappointed. "A Faerie's Secret" picked up about ten years after "The Faerie War," and introduced me to Calla, the main character of the next three books in the Creepy Hollow series. I fell in love with Calla as a female heroine, and when "A Faerie's Secret" ended, I was so bummed I had to wait for the next book.
But I'm so glad I was patient, because "A Faerie's Revenge" was fantastic and continued Calla's story so masterfully. There was awesome action and incredible magical world-building. But what I loved the most was how masterful the characters, relationships, and plot were developed. The hesitant romance between Calla and Chase was swoon worthy and believable. The way trust, forgiveness, and the allowance of second chances played into their relationship was so realistic. These qualities gave "A Faerie's Revenge" a depth that I expect to find in Rachel's stories.
Calla's story is complicated and so perfectly detailed with action, hesitant romance, the bonds of family and friends, and the reality of trying to figure out who she really is and what she stands for. It's about redemption, and forgiving those who have made mistakes, even when those mistakes are ginormous. And of course, it's about romance, the kind that lasts and everyone hopes for.
So, do yourself a favor and get lost in the Creepy Hollow world by reading Calla's story in "A Faerie's Revenge," and be sure to enter the giveaway for a chance to win one Creepy Hollow paperback and signed Creepy Hollow swag.
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Saturday, October 17, 2015
YAY, FOR GOOD ENTERTAINMENT!
I just wanted to share some of my most recent good entertainment finds.
"All The Light We Cannot See" won the 2014 Pulitzer Prize, and it's not wonder why it did. I just finished this book, and I loved it for so many reasons. But most of all, I loved it for how it taught me to recognize that there are so many wonderful things, in my life, that are filled with light, that I am not seeing. If you haven't read it, read it. You'll be a better person for it.
My hubby and I watched The Martian, and despite the swearing, we loved it for its wonderful message of determination to keep moving forward, even if' it's just for one day at a time. We also loved it for how it showed what humans are capable of they put their minds to it. A very fun movie!
I just reread "Fahrenheit 451" and I wanted to share some of my favorite lines. They aren't necessarily awe inspiring, but they spoke to me of the power and beauty that can be found in words when they are crafted together perfectly.
"Her dress was white and whispered."
"Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine." (Bradbury quoting Jules Verne)
"He lay far across from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea."
"We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over." (Bradbury quoting James Boswell)
Aren't those just fabulous! I love good books.
In my Shakespeare class I've discovered that the history plays are some of my favorites. I've especially fallen in love with Henry V. Let me tell you why.
Henry V is a play about a man who finds himself a king, and desperately tries to figure out what makes him noble. He has to leave off the frivolity of his youth to be noble, but he struggles with knowing when and how to be merciful and full of justice. Although he questions what makes him worthy to be king, he gives glory to God at all times, ever acknowledging his weaknesses. What an awesome historical figure.
And my love for awesome noble men leads me to my latest movie find.
Brock and I just watched Bridge of Spies. It was such a fabulous show, and portrayed the true events of James Donovan representing a Russian spy, named Rudolf Abel.
What I loved most about this movie was the argument that Mr. Donovan made in favor of defending Mr. Abel. When Donovan stood before the Supreme Court he said, "Mr. Abel has acted as a true Russian spy. He has not divulged any of his country's secrets. He has been loyal to the war he is fighting for. Shouldn't the United States government be loyal to the war they are fighting for and honor what they stand for in believing that all people should be represented fairly, and give Mr. Abel a fair trial?" (You just witnessed a lot of paraphrasing)
Obviously standing up for a Russian's rights was a hard thing to do at the height of The Cold War, but I loved the message. At one point in the show Tom Hanks, acting as James Donovan, says to a CIA agent trying to convince Mr. Donovan that there are no rules the government has to follow when it comes to espionage, "My heritage stems from Ireland, and your heritage stems from Germany, but we are both American. And what makes us American's? It's our belief in The Constitution that says there are rules Americans follow and believe in, especially when it comes to individual human rights."
I loved this. It's not always convenient to stand up for what it right, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't speak out.
So there you have it. Thanks for letting me share some of my good entertainment finds. See! We're surrounded by wonderful things filled with light.
"All The Light We Cannot See" won the 2014 Pulitzer Prize, and it's not wonder why it did. I just finished this book, and I loved it for so many reasons. But most of all, I loved it for how it taught me to recognize that there are so many wonderful things, in my life, that are filled with light, that I am not seeing. If you haven't read it, read it. You'll be a better person for it.
My hubby and I watched The Martian, and despite the swearing, we loved it for its wonderful message of determination to keep moving forward, even if' it's just for one day at a time. We also loved it for how it showed what humans are capable of they put their minds to it. A very fun movie!
I just reread "Fahrenheit 451" and I wanted to share some of my favorite lines. They aren't necessarily awe inspiring, but they spoke to me of the power and beauty that can be found in words when they are crafted together perfectly.
"Her dress was white and whispered."
"Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine." (Bradbury quoting Jules Verne)
"He lay far across from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea."
"We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over." (Bradbury quoting James Boswell)
Aren't those just fabulous! I love good books.
In my Shakespeare class I've discovered that the history plays are some of my favorites. I've especially fallen in love with Henry V. Let me tell you why.
Henry V is a play about a man who finds himself a king, and desperately tries to figure out what makes him noble. He has to leave off the frivolity of his youth to be noble, but he struggles with knowing when and how to be merciful and full of justice. Although he questions what makes him worthy to be king, he gives glory to God at all times, ever acknowledging his weaknesses. What an awesome historical figure.
And my love for awesome noble men leads me to my latest movie find.
Brock and I just watched Bridge of Spies. It was such a fabulous show, and portrayed the true events of James Donovan representing a Russian spy, named Rudolf Abel.
What I loved most about this movie was the argument that Mr. Donovan made in favor of defending Mr. Abel. When Donovan stood before the Supreme Court he said, "Mr. Abel has acted as a true Russian spy. He has not divulged any of his country's secrets. He has been loyal to the war he is fighting for. Shouldn't the United States government be loyal to the war they are fighting for and honor what they stand for in believing that all people should be represented fairly, and give Mr. Abel a fair trial?" (You just witnessed a lot of paraphrasing)
Obviously standing up for a Russian's rights was a hard thing to do at the height of The Cold War, but I loved the message. At one point in the show Tom Hanks, acting as James Donovan, says to a CIA agent trying to convince Mr. Donovan that there are no rules the government has to follow when it comes to espionage, "My heritage stems from Ireland, and your heritage stems from Germany, but we are both American. And what makes us American's? It's our belief in The Constitution that says there are rules Americans follow and believe in, especially when it comes to individual human rights."
I loved this. It's not always convenient to stand up for what it right, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't speak out.
So there you have it. Thanks for letting me share some of my good entertainment finds. See! We're surrounded by wonderful things filled with light.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
To Remember on Christmas Day
A couple of days before Christmas, my oldest daughter Catherine, made up a game to play with her siblings. She put different tasks into a jar and pulled one out at a time for everyone to fulfill. Whoever was able to complete the task the quickest was the winner. One of the tasks was to make a New Year's resolution list, even though they were still waiting for Christmas.
My eight year old Michael, and five year old Eliza, were most excited to play. Neither of them really understood what resolutions were. So, we explained resolutions were personal goals you made to help you be a better person in the new year.
Michael was excited and started coming up with goals. Eliza needed a little help. As a mom, who really loves for her children to be self-sufficient, I came up with goals that were pretty selfish on my part. Some of these goals included: to stop sucking her thumb, to learn to read better, to bathe, dry off, and get dressed by herself without asking for mommy's help. This last goal mostly stemmed from the fact that this is something this five year old used to do all the time, but since starting Kindergarten, she has wanted me to do everything for her, especially tasks that she was perfectly capable of performing before school.
A lot of kids go through some kind of separation anxiety when they go to school. They are repeatedly learning new things they are expected to do by themselves. My five year old has loved school and has had so much fun learning new things and then showing us what she can do. At the same time, she has become really clingy and has wanted me to do everything for her.
If I were a better person, I would relish these opportunities to do whatever she asks of me. But instead, I have felt frustrated at her constant need for me to be right by her side to accomplish simple tasks.
I have prayed for patience and a desire to enjoy helping her. I have asked to be more loving and kind when she wants extra attention. There have been times I have been patient and more kind, and there have been times I have felt very frustrated at her need for me to do everything.
However, sometimes things happen that put everything into perspective.
On Christmas Eve Eliza was riding bikes with Michael. We live in a new subdivision with a couple of empty lots. Unknown to me, one of the lots the kids like to play on, has become a dumping ground for some of the other home building sites. We did not know there was potentially dangerous material our children were playing with. We thought the lot was just a fun open field for them to run around on.
When Eliza and Michael stopped to play on Christmas Eve afternoon, they found a hollow, metal copper, tube that was completely rusted. Michael bent it into two pieces so they each had a "stick" to play with. They were pounding their metal sticks into the ground to see how far they would sink. Eliza found a dumped pile of dried cement and tried to poke her stick through. While doing so the stick bounced or ricocheted off the cement back up her arm and into her right eye, severely damaging the pupil and Iris.
Michael came running into our house telling us Eliza was bleeding. I calmly walked to find her, hoping it wasn't too serious. When I saw her closed eye was seeping watery blood, I knew it wasn't just a scratch on the skin. I gently lifted her lid and saw that the damage was a very serious injury to the eye.
I called a friend who is an optometrist/opthalmologist and asked if we should go to the ER or somewhere else. He had us meet him at his office where he examined the eye, and then told us we needed to immediately go to the ER at the El Paso Children's Hospital, forty five minutes away, because there was no one in Las Cruces who could fix Eliza's eye.
We made it to El Paso, where eventually Eliza was operated on. The on-call Dr. and staff were amazing and did a wonderful job repairing Eliza's eye as best as they could. We were able to come home on Christmas day. Now we are in the waiting period for the wound to heal to see what kind of sight-loss has occurred. Her recovery will be a long process, with more operations over the next three to four months.
In the meantime, Eliza has needed a lot of help doing everything. The night she came home she kept both of her eyes closed. She has a patch to protect her injured eye, but it's hard for her to use just one eye, so she keeps them both closed sometimes.
We have had to lead her to the bath, wash her, help her step out, dry off, lead her to her room, help her get dressed, and lead and guide her through many other tasks she had been able to do by herself before her injury. The New Year's resolution list has come to mind on many occasions, and I can't help but think how stupid I am sometimes. I still want my kids to be as independent and self-sufficient as possible, but who cares if they want or need a little extra help. I do not believe Eliza's injury is punishment for my impatience. However, I do believe the Lord can teach us with any situation, good or bad, if we are willing to let him show us our strengths and weaknesses.
Christmas was totally different this year. Some of our kids said it was the worst Christmas ever. We tried our best to salvage what we could when we got home from the hospital to feel the love, peace, and happiness all parents wish for their children on Christmas day. In years to come, it's possible we'll remember this Christmas as being one of the best Christmas' ever.
For family night Christmas evening we read about the birth of the Savior. Then Brock shared his favorite quote from "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens, which has really helped me find meaning in these last couple of days. It reads:
"And how did little Tim behave" asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content.
"As good as gold," said Bob, "and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see."
Monday, June 23, 2014
Me and the Priesthood
One night, when I was a little girl, I remember lying in my bed and feeling scared. At the foot of my bed I could see my open closet. I was certain something bad was lurking inside. I became more and more frightened of some dark presence hiding in my room.
As my fear intensified, I hugged my pillow and blanket tightly around me for protection.
Then I remembered the words of my mother, "Angie. Believe in God and that He will protect you as you call on his name. Jesus Christ has more power than anything on this earth."
I sat up and said, in my small little girl voice, "I command you, in the name of Jesus Christ, to leave me alone."
Immediately the fear I felt left, and again my room felt safe and sure.
When I was in college, I got an ear infection, but for some reason I forgot I could go to the doctor and get better. The ear infection became worse and worse, constantly aching and pounding in my head. The pain went on and on for over a month.
I finally remembered I should ask for a priesthood blessing and that I could be healed.
My father laid his hands on my head and said, "By the power of the priesthood, and by the faith you hold, in the name of Jesus Christ, I command the pain in your ear to leave!"
I knew that God could heal me. I believed that He could take my pain away.
Immediately, at my fathers words, and by my faith to be healed, the pain left my ears.
One sunny day, down a dusty road in a small town of Campinas, Brazil, my Brazilian companion and I were confronted my a man on a motorcycle.
I felt the same fear that I had felt as a little girl lying in my bed with the dark closet before me.
My companion and I started to walk quickly towards the mouth of the road to reach a more open area. The man walked quickly behind us and grabbed my back side. We quickened our pace. I could hear the man's feet coming up behind us even faster.
I turned around and yelled with all the power and depth of my voice, "Do not touch me!"
I felt adrenaline and fire coursing through me like I had never felt before. I was scared, and knew that this man could hurt me and my companion. But I also knew that I was in control if I believed God would help me.
I felt like the Book of Mormon prophet Nephi, when he commanded his brothers who wanted to kill him to, "Touch me not!"
As I yelled at the man, I felt God's power protecting me. I imagined an angel standing above and around me holding a flaming sword that would cut the man down if he came any closer.
The man ran to his motorcycle and rode away as fast as he could.
As a woman in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints I have never felt like I have been limited in my actions or faith because I am not an official holder of God's priesthood. On the contrary. All my life I have felt that men value my opinion and believe that my faith in God is just as important and powerful as their holding of the priesthood. As I have served in callings, I have felt strengthened by men all around me. I have felt their support and their belief that, as a woman, I am wonderful and have the potential to do anything that my faith in God demands or needs.
I am thankful to be a woman. I believe in God and that he has given both men and women the opportunity to learn and grow in life regardless of the responsibilities they hold.
As a woman of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I have never felt restricted in my power to call upon the name of God and ask for help. I know He is there when and wherever I may need him.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Motherhood and Kentucky Part 1
I have this ache that lives deep inside me. Occasionally it will rise to my throat and sting my eyes. Sometimes it pulses with great intensity, but usually it’s a dull throbbing. I’ve become so used to it that sometimes I forget about it. But then I’ll be in a grocery store, or at the library, or at a park and I will hear a new born cry, and, Bam! There it is again. Sometimes a certain smell triggers it. Most of the time the ache comes when I’m talking to an expectant mother, with her swollen belly, and her “any time now.” I envy her, and the ache flares again.
The other day I went to a yearly OBGYN check-up. It had been longer than a year since my last one and I was over-due. I was planning on asking my doctor about some permanent birth control. Although the ache was still there, it had taken me a very long time to come to this decision.
Before my doctor arrived I started looking at the birth control pamphlets hung on the wall in the plastic container. I picked up one that had written at the top “When your family is complete choose essure.” It had a picture of an older couple on the front and I thought to myself as I looked at the lady, “I don’t look that old, do I?”
When my doctor arrived she saw the pamphlet in my hand and upon my inquiry started telling me about it. She explained that essure was a procedure where small coiled springs were placed in the opening of each fallopian tube and that over three months the body would build a natural scar tissue barrier around the coil, completely blocking off the chance of a sperm or egg reaching each other, thus preventing conception. She then went on to explain how this procedure compared to having your tubes tied, and said that though tying your tubes was just as effective as essure, it was a much more invasive form of birth control.
I felt an inner conflict as I listened to her. I just couldn’t wrap my brain around the fact that by choosing one of these two forms of birth control I was ensuring that I would never again feel the joy or happiness I have felt from being pregnant or from nursing. I couldn’t accept the finality of it. The ache started to throb.
I went home with these conflicting thoughts and emotions stewing and stirring inside my brain. With the ache more pronounced, I wondered if God was telling me I was supposed to have another baby. But then Catherine needed to be driven to flute, Matthew needed help with his math, Michael needed help with a reading work sheet, and Eliza needed to get ready for ballet, and the confusing ache started to lessen.
However, the frustration from my doctor appointment didn’t go away, and when Brock and I got into bed that night I spewed forth my frustrations to him. With very careful wording and tender reminders Brock helped me with my frustrations, and the ache lessoned more ad we reminisced about the year we lived in Corbin, Kentucky.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
2013 in review
The best and most fun event of 2013 was we built, bought, and moved into our very first house, bringing the number of times we have moved to 12! After almost fourteen years of marriage, we finally have entered the land of gentry. It's very exciting! I am not a big decorator, but it has been so fun to pick out furniture and the little decorations we have. We are discovering that now that we own a house, we don't have any money. Needless to say the decorating part of owning our first home is a work in progress.
The next big event of 2013 was I went back to school after being out of school for 15 years. It has been so much fun! I absolutely love it. I'm totally Hermione this time around. A 36 year old Hermione. I got an A+ in all my classes last semester, (which wasn't hard to do since I was only taking one class) but all the same, I have a 4.0 at NMSU. I start spring semester in a couple of weeks. I'm so excited. School rocks, and even though it would have been nice to finish the first time around, I am so grateful for being able to go at my age. I think I appreciate it so much more.
Since my blog is mostly about books and movies, I thought I'd make a top five of books and movies for 2013.
My top 5 books are in not particular order, but they are the ones that stood out the most to me over the last year, and ones that made me think and feel real emotions.
"My Story" by Elizabeth Smart, "The Fifth Wave" by Rick Yancey, "Blackmoore" by Julianne Donaldson, and "Hamlet" and "King Lear" by Shakespeare.
I read 82 books in 2013, 2 for school, and the rest for recreation. I have a bit of a reading problem, but it's such a rewarding habit I'm going to stick with it.
As for my movies, I will rate them by importance. I think my very favorite of 2013 was "The Impossible" about the real life family that survived the 2004 tsunami in Asia.
My second favorite of 2013 was "Man of Steel." I just loved the message that we are all here to make the world a better place if we are only willing to stand up for what is right.
"Monster's University" is probably tied for second. I love Pixar and was totally in love with the story from the beginning.
Brat Pitt's "World War Z" was awesome. I loved it even though I'm not a huge zombie fan. I think "Warm Bodies" also was a great zombie show.
"Captain Phillips" with Tom Hanks was another great Hanks movie. I haven't seen "Saving Mr. Banks," but I'm sure it will be a favorite of 2014.
As or life lessons I learned in 2013, I feel that I am at a stage in my life of major transition. I feel that I am done having babies, and that decision has been really hard for me to make. Having a daughter or son of God grow within your body and come to this earth to experience mortality is one of the most miraculous blessings that has ever been a part of me. Deciding to be done with the creative process of having a baby is a really tough choice. But I am discovering that I am in a different stage of parenting, and the blessings of nurturing my children in the gospel and seeing their own testimonies become their own, is just as miraculous and important. That is probably the greatest lesson I have learned in 2013.
God is good. He has blessed me with so much, and I am so excited to have another year to explore and enjoy His wonderful earth as a wife, mother, daughter, book reader aficiando, student, and woman.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Your Mom goes to College Part 2, and Redbox Night
I thought I'd update my school status. My last post about school I mentioned that the class I am taking has a lot of reading with profanity in it and that sometimes we are required to read out loud in class. Well, I am happy to say that I spoke with the professor about the out loud readings and I would be changing the words if they were swear words. I was really light hearted about it, and the professor was also and now even makes a great effort to not swear in class. So, with help from above (I'm sure of it), my return to school experience is going well and is a lot of fun.
As for movies, I have to say that I have been very disappointed with all these new releases at my local theater. There isn't one good movie that I want to see for a date night. Well, I guess we could watch Planes or Percy Jackson for date night, but I think we will save those for Redbox. And I am sad to report that Austenland has not been released in my neck of the woods. I wish I had a couple extra hundred dollars hanging around so that I could fly to Utah and watch it with my girls, but that's not going to happen. Needless to say, we have been checking out Redbox a lot recently.
Last night we watched "Parental Guidance" with Billy Crystal, and it was hilarious and a totally fun movie. It's rated PG and is one that I would watch with all my kids. It's a really fun movie about the differences in parenting. It made fun of all the funny phrases we use today like, "Use your words," versus yelling or telling your child "No." Although there was tons of humor, the show was really touching as it focused on parents and children coming together and learning to appreciate their differences and overlook weaknesses. I loved it, and highly recommend it if you want a laugh out loud feel good movie to watch.
Monday, August 26, 2013
"Your mom goes to college" - Napolean Dynamite
My kids now have the opportunity to quote Napolean Dynamite on a daily basis as their mom now goes to college. Yep! I am going back to school after being out of the classroom setting for the past 12 years. Today was my first day of school and I was so excited I tried to take a picture of myself with my backpack on in front of a tree of our house. I was going to post it to facebook, hoping I had a big cheesy grin to join the loads of first-day-of-school posts. But for some reason I didn't think it would be as cute as the kiddo photos. Anyway, I enjoyed my first class, and being the Hermione Granger student that being our of college for 12 years has made me want to be, I was fully prepared with books and all, having already read most of the material. As excited for school as I am, I am not as excited about some of the material we are reading. We are focusing on the form and technique of main stream fiction short stories. This means we are reading short stories about everyday life, but at times, at it's ugliest. Almost all of the reading has very harsh swearing, and the main ideas or points of the stories, are down right depressing. As you know, I lead a fairly fantasy life approach to reading, so this type of material is new for me. Okay, I have read books with profanity in them before, but I try to avoid them, and I certainly don't enjoy them. Anyway, I thought reading the stories was going to be my only problem, but as class started today, the professor informed us that we would be reading aloud many of the stories in class. I immediately saw my dilemma. I have no problem changing swear words in my head when I am reading them silently, but changing them to something else when reading aloud is going to be an adventure. Today we took turns reading paragraphs from the short story. As chance would have it, I was the only reader who had a nice fat "f" bomb in the opening line. Well, of course I didn't say it, but changed it. I saw a couple of heads turn in my direction when I didn't swear, but my changing the word did not change the meaning or main point of the story, once again reiterating to me the knowledge that profanity is NOT necessary in making a story more real, or alive, or genuine. But in fact detracts from the message and purpose of the story. I'm sure I will have many other opportunities to stand for truth and justice in my class in regards to the useless need for swearing in literature. Regardless, I am really happy to be back in school. I hope all of you are well and that none of your kids are having similar experiences with profanity in their classroom environments. And if any of your kids want to use the line "Your mom goes to college!" make sure they make Kips face when saying it. (If you don't know what I'm talking about about, go watch Napolean Dynamite.)
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Upside Down and The Butler
Just wanted to share a fun movie I rented the other night. It's called Upside Down staring Kirsten Dunst and Jim Sturgess. It's a very fun and clever sci-fi romantic adventure. It's clean and fun, especially if your a fan of sci-fi. It is a little weird at times, but in a good way. Anyway, just wanted to share.
In other news, we saw the Butler a couple of weekends ago. And even though the main story line was very interesting and fascinating to watch, it was crude and raunchy, with ton's of swearing. In my opinion, having the crud in it, not only was demeaning to the main message of the story, but was totally counterproductive. It was a major bummer.
Looking forward to September and Austenland! I know I'll love that one!
Monday, August 5, 2013
Faerie War Cover - drum roll please . . . .
If you want to read a fun and fantastic fantasy fairy tale, read Rachel Morgan's Faerie Gaurdian series. The third book in the series is called the Faerie War. And here is the cover . . . .
The fate of the faerie world is in her hands...
Title: The Faerie War
Series: Creepy Hollow, Book Three
Author: Rachel Morgan
Cover Designer: Morgan Media
Publication Date: Oct 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
Here's What I Think: Brock's Weekly
Here's What I Think: Brock's Weekly: Some of you may know that my hubby writes a weeky email that captures our daily life adventures in a most amusing way. I came across this o...
Brock's Weekly
Some of you may know that my hubby writes a weeky email that captures our daily life adventures in a most amusing way. I came across this one again, and laughed so hard I had to share it. Enjoy!
August 11, 2008
Dearly Beloved:
I have composed what is supposed to be a humorous tale, in Biblical prose, about our journey from Utah to Las Cruces, and am attaching it in lieu of my weekly email. The story is 'mostly true' like all my emails, but generally portrays Angie inaccurately, which if you haven't figured it out yet often happens in my emails and is kind of an inside joke. Anyway, the story is about five or six pages long. I have cut and pasted it below, in case there is problem opening the file, but it probably will be easier to read it as a Word document.
XOXO,
Brock
I have composed what is supposed to be a humorous tale, in Biblical prose, about our journey from Utah to Las Cruces, and am attaching it in lieu of my weekly email. The story is 'mostly true' like all my emails, but generally portrays Angie inaccurately, which if you haven't figured it out yet often happens in my emails and is kind of an inside joke. Anyway, the story is about five or six pages long. I have cut and pasted it below, in case there is problem opening the file, but it probably will be easier to read it as a Word document.
XOXO,
Brock
Chapter 1
In the land of the Virginians, at the residence of the government fathers, I, Brock, saw that it was needful for me to obtain another place of residence;
2 And, finding there was greater opportunity and money and prestige for me, I sought for a judicial clerkship and the right whereunto I should be declared a real attorney and administer in the office thereof; having been myself a student of the law, desiring also to be one who possessed great amounts of money and to possess a greater possibility of owning a home and paying off my student loans, which were great, and being a father of many children, and desiring to house and feed them, I moved to Las Cruces and sought my appointment unto a judicial clerkship, holding the rights belonging to the lawyers. It was conferred upon me from the Honorable Robert C. Brack and came down from the United States District Court of New Mexico.
3 And the woman said: Let us go down from the home of your father. And we went down, having left our possessions and precious things, taking nothing with us save it fit in the minivan or the green car, having sold or given away all that we possessed.
4 And it came to pass that we departed into the wilderness. And behold the children were silent as they watched movies on the portable DVD player; And I, being content, said unto the woman: Behold, this is the greatest purchase I have ever made.
5 And the woman looked up from her book and said: Though my mind be consumed with stories of romantic vampires and werewolves, yet, I confess that thou art full of wisdom and foresight and have rugged good looks.
6 And it came to pass that after many movies that my eldest child began to murmur against me and said: Are we there yet.
7 And I, knowing that the children were restless from much traveling, took my family to the place of many arches. And we beheld the arches that they were good and hiked around and took many pictures.
8 But behold, much PowerAde did we drink, and our journeying was slow, for many stops did we make.
9 And we came down by the borders, near the Four Corners, and I, being confused, missed the turn off; And the woman murmured against me and caused my children that they should murmur against me also.
10 But I, being a stiff-necked man, would not ask for directions, but continued southward upon unknown roads.
11 And it came to pass that after many hours darkness fell upon the land, and sharp lightning filled the heavens, and rain and strong winds buffeted the minivan;
12 And there was much weeping and wailing in the minivan; And the woman and her children murmured against me continually.
13 But the wilderness was uninhabited inasmuch as there was no sign of civilization anywhere;
14 And behold, even in inhabited regions we were unable to find a place to lay our heads, for there was not room for us in the inns.
15 And it came to pass that after many hours we came upon a motel with vacancy;
16 But the woman slept not; For behold, the child of her bosom clave unto her and made a great commotion insomuch as the woman shed many tears.
17 And the evening and the morning were the first day.
Chapter 2
And it came to pass that after a few hours my eldest son said unto himself: I will arise and go unto my father that peradventure we may arrive at our new apartment early enough that I may go swimming.
2 And behold, the child said unto his father: Arise and shine forth; For why sleepest thou? Let us be up and going while it is called today; Let us go forward and not backward, courage father and on to Las Cruces.
3 And it came to pass that I arose and girded up my loins and gathered my sons for another day of driving; But behold, I found the woman and her daughter sleeping for sorrow,
4 And I said unto them: Why sleep ye? Rise and pray lest ye enter into temptation. And the woman and her daughter arose and took up their pillows and walked to breakfast.
5 And I said unto the woman: This night will I lie with thee that thou mightest conceive in thy womb and bring forth a child to bless and comfort thee when thou art old and withered;
6 But behold, the woman, being much afflicted from lack of sleep, said unto me: Not so my lord, but let us wait a little season; For behold, thy youngest son cleavest unto me continually insomuch that I sleep not neither am I able to put him down whilst the sun yet shineth in the heavens.
7 And I, beholding the woman, had compassion on her and said: Woman why weepest thou? Be comforted and know that thy womb shall yet remain barren for a little season.
8 And it came to pass after a couple of hours we came unto the Land of Enchantment. And I beheld that the land was empty and desolate; But the woman said unto me: Behold, the land is greener than I expected.
9 And I, beholding the sage brush and the cacti that they were green, said unto the woman: Behold, the land is lush and full of vegetation, a veritable Garden of Eden, flowing with milk and honey.
10 But the woman took offense and said: Thou art cursed above all the cattle of the field, on thy belly shalt thou grovel and my feet thou shalt rub, for a pig thou art and in the dog house shalt thou remain.
11 And I stopped the car and the woman bought her children treats to help them endure the long journeying; And behold, the children rose up and praised their mother saying: Blessed art thou! Thou hast heard our pleadings and filled us with good things. For thy merciful kindness is great toward us. But behold, the treats did not cause the children to stop whining. And thus we see the unsteadiness and instability of the children of Brock.
12 And it came to pass that after many movies we arrived at the land of Las Cruces; And the woman and her children repented of their murmurings and sang a song of thanksgiving unto their father: Blessed art thou our father, for thou art good; A shield and a fortress thou art to us; Thou hast guided us through a vast and barren wasteland; While we slept, a tempest and a storm thou didst endure; Though we murmured and said, thou knowest not the way; yet thou wast faithful and guided us to a new land which, though it be desolate, we shall call our home. The tongue of this land is strange to us; But behold, we will praise thy name in Spanglish all the day of our lives.
13 And it came to pass that the woman and her children beheld the apartment complex that it was good; And behold, they praised their father again with song.
14 But it came to pass that when the woman beheld the apartment, that it was desolate and without furniture, she was sorrowful and wept.
15 But behold, I beheld our bank account, that it was not empty, and said unto the her: Woman, why hast thy countenance fallen? Behold our bank account that it is not empty; For just a little moment shalt thou dwell in this desolate apartment; For I say unto thee that soon it shall be filled with the good things of the earth. But first, fetch me, I pray thee, a little water in a vessel, that I may drink, and bring me, I pray thee, a morsel of bread in thine hand.
16 And the woman said unto me: I have not a cake, but a handful of vanilla wafers, and a little juice in a box; And, behold, I am about to give it to my youngest son, that we may eat it and take a nap, lest I die of exhaustion.
17 And I said unto her: Fear not, go and do as thou hast said; but give me one vanilla wafer first and let me take a drink from the juice box and after give the remainder to thy child. For, as I live, the box of vanilla wafers shall not waste, neither shall the juice box fail, before I have returned with food for thy refrigerator. And, because of thy faithfulness, thou shalt sleep on a bed this night, and be blessed in a year from now with the riches of the earth; For she that is married to an attorney is rich indeed.
18 And I departed and returned with lamps; And the woman beheld the lamps that they were just okay, and said unto me: Why didst thou not get me a bed neither didst thou gather meat for thy offspring?
19 And I said unto the woman: Target beguiled me, and I got lamps instead. Behold they were only $8.99. If thou hast need of nourishment, go up to the Albertsons and gather it thyself.
20 And the woman was wroth and went up to the Albertsons and gathered much groceries.
21 And it came to pass that after the woman had returned, I searched diligently on Craigslist to find furniture.
22 But behold, the furniture selection was sparse, and I went unto a New Mexico State University student and purchased an old metal desk, and a 1970s-looking entertainment center, and a sleep number bed; And I said unto my soul: Soul, thou hast done a mighty work this day, and thou shalt be praise by thy wife and thy children.
23 But it came to pass that when the woman beheld the desk, she scoffed, and said unto me: A fool thou art, and Craigslist shalt thou no longer use, For junk thou hast purchased, and to the dumpster shall it be returned.
25 And Brock wept.
24 But it came to pass that the woman beheld the bed that I had purchased that it was okay, and she looked with kindness upon her husband, and I was comforted.
25 And the evening and the morning were the second day.
Chapter 3
And it came to pass that on the morning of the third day, I, Brock, arose refreshed, having slept on a sleep number bed.
2 And I looked upon the apartment and perceived that it still was without furniture.
3 And now behold, I, wishing to redeem myself in the eyes of the woman, went unto Craigslist and searched for furniture in the distant land of El Paso;
4 And it came to pass that I found a family who was moving to Japan, and I contacted the family and purchased their table and chairs.
5 And the woman beheld the table and chairs that they were very good and the craftsmanship thereof was exceedingly fine, like nothing the woman had ever owned before.
6 And the woman said unto me: When thou didst buy an old rusty desk my heart failed me, and I doubted in my heart whether it was right that I had left my possessions in the land of the Virginians; But behold, I have slept soundly on a sleep number bed which thou didst purchase for $130; And behold, the 1970s-style entertainment center is a little unseemly but adequately fills the measure of its creation; And verily, verily I say unto thee that the table and chairs that thou hast purchased are exceedingly fine, and I now behold that thou art full of wisdom and foresight and have rugged good looks; For though thou didst waste $50 on a rusty old desk, which I commanded thee to throw away in the dumpster, yet thou hast redeemed thyself though the righteousness of thy purchases.
7 And I, being redeemed in the eyes of the woman, was filled with joy and rejoicing.
8 Now there is by the complex manager’s office a pool, which is called in the Spanglish tongue the Quail-Ridge-Apartment-Complex- Swimming-Pool-Man, having many palm trees.
9 In it swims almost nobody; For behold, among the residents of the Quail Ridge Apartment complex are all manner of old and impotent folk, of elderly, retired, withered, apparently filled with all manner of water related anxieties, having little inclination for swimming in the water.
10 And a certain boy was there, which had a desire to swim in the pool for at least thirty and eight hours.
11 When I saw the boy, and knew that he had been now a long time waiting, I said unto him: Matthew, wilt thou go swimming.
12 And the boy answered: Father, I have no man, to take me to the pool; For thou and they wife have been busy and unable to put me into the water.
13 And I said unto the boy: Rise, take up thy swimming toys, and walk with me to the pool. And his brother and sister and mother followed and there was much joy and rejoicing at the pool.
14 And the evening and the morning were the third day.
Chapter 4
And it came to pass on the fourth day that I, Brock, looked upon my children; And beheld that the hair of my youngest child and of my eldest had turned green, for verily there is much chlorine in the water.
2 And it came to pass that the woman, beheld the greenness of their hair, that it was like unto the lush landscape of Las Cruces; And behold, the woman shaved the head of her youngest son, that he became bald, and trimmed the hair of her only daughter, that she might have slightly shorter green hair; And it came to pass that the woman grieved as the hairs of heads of her children fell to the ground.
3 And I, Brock, beheld that the apartment, that it still felt barren and unorganized;
4 And I commanded the woman to put down her books and straighten up the apartment.
5 And it came to pass that the woman ignored me.
6 And by and by I contacted the family moving to Japan and made an offer on an exceedingly fine desk; And it came to pass that the offer was accepted; And the woman beheld my purchase and was exceedingly glad.
7 And now behold, the bank account was almost empty, and the apartment still lacked a sofa. And it came to pass that the woman said unto me: Purchase a futon, I pray thee, that when Leta or thy parents visits they might have place to lay their heads.
8 And I went down and purchased a futon, and it was red, like unto the futon we had when we lived in North Carolina; But behold, the new futon was of exceedingly fine craftsmanship, not being purchased from Walmart.
9 And the woman beheld the futon that it was good; And I looked upon the apartment that it had turned out pretty well.
10 And the evening and the morning were the fourth day.
Chapter 5
Now the fifth day was the first day of the week, which is treated like the seventh day, being the Sabbath.
2 And behold I, Brock, rested and got carried away writing a story about our journeying in the wilderness and our settlement in the Land of Enchantment.
3 And it came to pass that the woman read the story and beheld that it was not completely accurate and had portions that were not in good taste among polite society;
4 And it came to pass that the woman censored portions of the story and said unto me: Send, I pray thee, thy story to our family and friends in thy weekly email that they may know of our adventures; For verily, verily I say unto thee, thy story is funny and made me laugh; And though thou hast portrayed me inaccurately and kept a couple of things in the story that will embarrass me, yet I will endure it, that thou mightest have acclaim and honor in the eyes of our family and friends.
5 And it came to pass that I, Brock, sent the story in my weekly email and prepared for any responses on the morrow;
6 And the evening and the morning were the fifth day, which is technically the first day, but is treated like the seventh day.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Here's What I Think: Daddy/child camp out
Here's What I Think: Daddy/child camp out: This last Friday night, my hubby took our four kids camping with our ward. I was left home alone not knowing what to do with myself. I dec...
Daddy/child camp out
This last Friday night, my hubby took our four kids camping with our ward. I was left home alone not knowing what to do with myself. I decided I would watch a chick flick, so I quickly put in Pride and Prejudice, the Keira Knightly version (I know, I know, it should have been the BBC version, but I wanted to do something else that night other than watch a movie, so I decided on 2 hours versus 6.)
I fell in love with Pride and Prejudice all over again. As I watched the credits and saw Jane Austen's name come up, I felt such a great love for her as a writer. I was so proud of her for writing such incredible love stories that have endured for many generations, and inspired so many other writers, movies, etc., to believe in falling in love, and how wonderful and worth it it is. I have always wanted to be a writer, and I can only hope and dream that I could have some small kind of impact on the world of reading and writing, by creating a world where falling in love is magical. Needless to say, my girls night was going well.
After the movie I put my head phones in and listened to a book as I cleaned my entire house. Cleaning has never been so fun and satisfying. I was able to clean for three hours without any interruptions, moving from one room to the next, all the while listening to a great story. I am not one for loving cleaning my house, but I can honestly say that it was very rejuvenating. I was liking the daddy/child camp out more and more.
The next morning I ran in our stake's 5k Mormon Pioneer fun run. I had a great run and it was fun to celebrate this special holiday in this way. I knew the kids were still not home, so I was able to come home and shower uninterrupted, and even do some laundry. I love my family and I love having them around, but I have decided that every once in a while it's really nice to be alone and have some "me" time and actually be productive at the same time. I highly encourage that all families have a daddy/child camp out. Until next time!
I fell in love with Pride and Prejudice all over again. As I watched the credits and saw Jane Austen's name come up, I felt such a great love for her as a writer. I was so proud of her for writing such incredible love stories that have endured for many generations, and inspired so many other writers, movies, etc., to believe in falling in love, and how wonderful and worth it it is. I have always wanted to be a writer, and I can only hope and dream that I could have some small kind of impact on the world of reading and writing, by creating a world where falling in love is magical. Needless to say, my girls night was going well.
After the movie I put my head phones in and listened to a book as I cleaned my entire house. Cleaning has never been so fun and satisfying. I was able to clean for three hours without any interruptions, moving from one room to the next, all the while listening to a great story. I am not one for loving cleaning my house, but I can honestly say that it was very rejuvenating. I was liking the daddy/child camp out more and more.
The next morning I ran in our stake's 5k Mormon Pioneer fun run. I had a great run and it was fun to celebrate this special holiday in this way. I knew the kids were still not home, so I was able to come home and shower uninterrupted, and even do some laundry. I love my family and I love having them around, but I have decided that every once in a while it's really nice to be alone and have some "me" time and actually be productive at the same time. I highly encourage that all families have a daddy/child camp out. Until next time!
Friday, July 19, 2013
Boundless, by Cynthia Hand
What can I say but, Bravo! Congratulations! Para Bens! Well done, Ms. Cynthia Hand! It is so fun to read the last book in a series and be so utterly satisfied with every little, tiny detail of the story. I loved what Cynthia Hand did with this book.
It was so well written, with every detail and chapter flowing so nicely. I loved the pacing of every part. I was never bored or wishing the story would pick up. A perfect attention keeper for me.
I laughed out loud each time Clara crossed and ended up in Tucker's barn. I loved the sweet symbolism behind it. I loved the laugh out loud jokes Clara would say to lighten the serious gloom and doom mood. Especially loved the Star Wars joke.
I loved the relationship developments with Clara, Christian and Angela, and the gentle way that their friendship/love was handled. It's so fun to read a book where an author has such a clear understanding of human nature with all it's many varied ups and downs, and is able to translate that into their characters in such a careful, believable manner.
I loved the interactions with Samjeeza. I found them insightful and I loved that Clara was such a admirable heroine, one that you want to be like. I loved her compassion for all of the angels and humans, and her ability to feel their hope and sorrow and use those feelings for the good of others, including the angels themselves.
And most especially, I loved how Ms. Hand treated Tucker and Clara's relationship. I felt uplifted my their sweet, pure love for each other. Never once did I feel uncomfortable or question the purity of their relationship. I so appreciate that, and it makes it so easy to cheer on something that you want to share with your reading buddies. Thank you so much!
My only regret about reading this book, is that it took me so long to get to it. I wish I had read it when it first came out, as I feel like I am the last person to get on the boat in finishing this series. Thanks again Cynthia for making reading fun and uplifting! Can't wait to see what you do next.
It was so well written, with every detail and chapter flowing so nicely. I loved the pacing of every part. I was never bored or wishing the story would pick up. A perfect attention keeper for me.
I laughed out loud each time Clara crossed and ended up in Tucker's barn. I loved the sweet symbolism behind it. I loved the laugh out loud jokes Clara would say to lighten the serious gloom and doom mood. Especially loved the Star Wars joke.
I loved the relationship developments with Clara, Christian and Angela, and the gentle way that their friendship/love was handled. It's so fun to read a book where an author has such a clear understanding of human nature with all it's many varied ups and downs, and is able to translate that into their characters in such a careful, believable manner.
I loved the interactions with Samjeeza. I found them insightful and I loved that Clara was such a admirable heroine, one that you want to be like. I loved her compassion for all of the angels and humans, and her ability to feel their hope and sorrow and use those feelings for the good of others, including the angels themselves.
And most especially, I loved how Ms. Hand treated Tucker and Clara's relationship. I felt uplifted my their sweet, pure love for each other. Never once did I feel uncomfortable or question the purity of their relationship. I so appreciate that, and it makes it so easy to cheer on something that you want to share with your reading buddies. Thank you so much!
My only regret about reading this book, is that it took me so long to get to it. I wish I had read it when it first came out, as I feel like I am the last person to get on the boat in finishing this series. Thanks again Cynthia for making reading fun and uplifting! Can't wait to see what you do next.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Wasatch Back, reading, and more!
So life has been crazy the last couple of weeks. I drove the kids to Utah so I could run in Utah's Ragnar relay series, Wasatch Back. After having run once and trained twice for the DC Ragnar, I thought I would totally be fine with Wasatch Back. Needless to say, it was a little more challenging than DC. I had a great first run as runner 9, having a personal best run of 6 min. and 45 sec. miles for my 5k, then by midnight run took place, and since it was 11.6 miles, I wasn't so fast. I was cold, and got hypothermia, vomited, had slurred speech, and incoherent conversations. When I finally got warm again, but still felt horrible, I really didn't care if I ever ran again. But then I had my last run up Gaurdman's pass, of course this was after 10 hours of slowly getting better. Okay, so it really wasn't a run, more like an extremely challenging speed walk straight up hill. In the end, I loved the whole experience, especially since I got to spend so much time with family and friends laughing, crying, and trying to get sleep, (which didn't happen).
I read a lot of books on my trip, and here's a couple I want to shout about. The first that I loved is called "Amethyst" by Heather Bowhay. This book is a totally fun urban fastasy, with bits of paranormal action, and lots of fun romantic tension. I just finished the second book called "Linked", and it did not disappoint. It's fun to find new authors that are just awesome to read and take you on a fun journey. Heather's 3rd book in the series comes out un August, and I will be for sure reading and writing about it.
I also read a fun mystery/sci-fi book called "Disemblance", by Shanae Branham. It was very well written and had me on the edge of my car seat (literally) on the drive home from Utah. I loved her writing and characters.
The fourth of July was fun. It started bright and early as I ran an 8k. I have to admit I felt a little sluggish, and I think it had to do with the fact that my body was screaming, "what do you think your doing? You need to still recover from Ragnar!!!" I had fun, but like I said, felt sluggish and never really got into my running groove.
We had a fun breakfast at church and the kids paraded around the ward building on their bikes. We spend the rest of the day lazing around, swimming with friends, eating way too much home made carmel popcorn, ending the night watching the fireworks from the roof of my hubby's office building. After living in DC for a while, I wasn't expecting the fireworks to be that good in Las Cruces. But I must say that this smallish town of 100,000 people's fireworks did not disappoint. Well done!
June was crazy, but July has stared of well, and I live in a great country with my wonderful family and friends. Life is good!
I read a lot of books on my trip, and here's a couple I want to shout about. The first that I loved is called "Amethyst" by Heather Bowhay. This book is a totally fun urban fastasy, with bits of paranormal action, and lots of fun romantic tension. I just finished the second book called "Linked", and it did not disappoint. It's fun to find new authors that are just awesome to read and take you on a fun journey. Heather's 3rd book in the series comes out un August, and I will be for sure reading and writing about it.
I also read a fun mystery/sci-fi book called "Disemblance", by Shanae Branham. It was very well written and had me on the edge of my car seat (literally) on the drive home from Utah. I loved her writing and characters.
The fourth of July was fun. It started bright and early as I ran an 8k. I have to admit I felt a little sluggish, and I think it had to do with the fact that my body was screaming, "what do you think your doing? You need to still recover from Ragnar!!!" I had fun, but like I said, felt sluggish and never really got into my running groove.
We had a fun breakfast at church and the kids paraded around the ward building on their bikes. We spend the rest of the day lazing around, swimming with friends, eating way too much home made carmel popcorn, ending the night watching the fireworks from the roof of my hubby's office building. After living in DC for a while, I wasn't expecting the fireworks to be that good in Las Cruces. But I must say that this smallish town of 100,000 people's fireworks did not disappoint. Well done!
June was crazy, but July has stared of well, and I live in a great country with my wonderful family and friends. Life is good!
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Getting older isn't so bad
Today I am 36 years old. Yay! My husband has a lot of fun going around the house telling everyone that I am the oldest person in the family. This has my youngest son thinking that I will be the first person to pass away in our family. Hopefully that will be many years down the road.
Anyway, my last post was about King Lear and how lame it is to get older, but I decided that aging is just part of the course. This last week my oldest went to girls camp with our stake, and it was so fun to drive her up there with some of her friends, set up their tent, and get all their pads and sleeping bags set up. It was fun to see how excited she was to stay there all week and be with the other amazing young women her age or older from our church. I was jealous as I left that I wasn't staying. I decided that next year I will just have to volunteer to help out at camp and stay for the week.
Having a daughter old enough to go to camp does reflect on my age, but at the same time, it shows that our family is growing and progressing in life, and that progression is fun and exciting to see. So, as much as I don't like certain aspects of the aging process (gray hairs, wrinkles, giggly skin and folds), maturing is pretty cool. Life is good, and I'm grateful for all the many adventures the last 36 years have brought.
Anyway, my last post was about King Lear and how lame it is to get older, but I decided that aging is just part of the course. This last week my oldest went to girls camp with our stake, and it was so fun to drive her up there with some of her friends, set up their tent, and get all their pads and sleeping bags set up. It was fun to see how excited she was to stay there all week and be with the other amazing young women her age or older from our church. I was jealous as I left that I wasn't staying. I decided that next year I will just have to volunteer to help out at camp and stay for the week.
Having a daughter old enough to go to camp does reflect on my age, but at the same time, it shows that our family is growing and progressing in life, and that progression is fun and exciting to see. So, as much as I don't like certain aspects of the aging process (gray hairs, wrinkles, giggly skin and folds), maturing is pretty cool. Life is good, and I'm grateful for all the many adventures the last 36 years have brought.
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