From this moment on

I’ve spent two days working on a gift for Seymour.  Little else has been done around the house, but at least I’ve gotten his gift finished.  Cricket and Thumper helped, too much at times.  Cricket was so funny – he kept hearing our song (you know, the old, “They’re playing our song!” thing) and looking for my cell phone, thinking that Daddy was calling because the beginning of it is Seymour’s ringtone.

Tonight we’re going out to celebrate, but since we couldn’t find a sitter, we’re not going to celebrate the way we originally planned.  Maybe it’s better this way, though.  We can come home, put the kids in bed, pop in Fool’s Gold and have a little popcorn, maybe an adult beverage or two, and since there’s no ice outside, I don’t have to worry about falling on my butt like I did when we first saw it. 😉

Since I’ve abandoned everything else, I’ve gotten no writing done, either.  Luckily, tomorrow promises to be a very lazy day spent at home.  Of course, by lazy, I mean I’ll be doing mountains of laundry and piles of dishes and squeezing in some writing here and there if I’m lucky.  Now that I think about it, that doesn’t sound lazy at all, does it?  Maybe I ought to stop into Casey’s and buy myself a lottery ticket on my way out of town tonight…

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Lost in a moment

So I’m a little late with my Photo Friday post today.  But hey – it’s still Friday, and look, I’ve even got a photo!

Photograph by Minson Photography

This is one of my favorite wedding pictures and in honor of my third wedding anniversary Wednesday, I thought I’d share it.  It’s not quite candid, not quite posed.  We took pictures both before and after the ceremony because we didn’t want to see each other beforehand and also because that way we wouldn’t keep our guests waiting at the reception hall quite as long.  This shot was captured between posed photos, when Seymour and I clearly weren’t paying attention to anyone or anything but each other.

I’ve got the song “Lost in This Moment” by Big and Rich stuck in my head right now and I think it fits this photo perfectly.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, a great big hunk of man is calling my name.  ¡Hasta luego, mis amigos! 🙂

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This is a week of anniversaries for me.  Anniversaries and craziness.  Shall we start at the beginning?  Yesterday was my wedding anniversary – three years and two kids and many memories.  Yesterday was supposed to be grand.  There was going to be lunch with Seymour and an afternoon spent making a gift while babies napped and then supper out while the kids were at church.  But then my car broke down in the midst of a busy intersection.  As I struggled to turn around and get back to the repair shop, I prayed I’d be able to make it home in time to finish my projects as planned, but it was not to be.  So instead there was time spent reconnecting with an old friend while my car was being fixed.  Eventually, there was supper out while the kids were at church.  It was an unexpected day, but not altogether bad. The evening spent curled up on the couch with Seymour was, in fact, particularly nice.

The next big thing

The next big thing…we all like to think we will be.  I suppose there can only be so many Twilights in a lifetime, but you never know…right?

We are blog hopping our way through some new reads.  For those who aren’t familiar with a blog hop, to me it’s kind of like a treasure hunt.  Once you find something on one blog, you hop on over to the next blog link for more treasure.  In this case, the treasure is a wealth of new and exciting books.  Some are still being written, some are just being released.  Either way, for fiction lovers, it’s a treasure and I’d like to thank Lindsey J. Parsons for tagging me to participate.

In this particular hop I answer ten questions.  You get to learn about my current WIP (Work In Progress), some of the characters I’ve come to think of as real, and how I got to the point of being nuts enough to write down over 70 thousand words worth of what the voices in my head have been whispering to me.  When it’s all said and done, comments and questions are always welcome! This way to the Q&A!

I’m lovely!

As I was slaving over a hot stove preparing supper for the horde of hungry menfolk clamoring for food just outside my kitchen tonight (okay, okay, Seymour and the boys don’t exactly count as a horde of hungry men, but in a couple of years, I’m sure the boys alone will), I learned that my good friend Lindsey (whom I would like to thank profusely once again) had nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award.  So, without further ado, ze rules:

  • Include the blog award logo in your post – check
  • Thank the person who nominated you – double check
  • Provide seven random facts about yourself – check again (see below)
  • Nominate seven other blogs and let them know – alrighty then!

The Facts, Ma’am, Just the Facts

  • I have a terrible memory and it’s getting worse.  If I don’t write things down, I don’t remember them.  Unfortunately, sometimes I remember that I need to write something down, only to forget what that something was!

More stuff and such this way!

Movin’ right along!

Guess who just finished the first chapter of her newest WIP?  That’s right!  Given that I’ve only been writing (not plotting) for what – a week? – and the fact that I don’t have a whole lot of free time in which to write, I’m pretty proud of myself.  I can’t wait to see how everything is going to turn out. 🙂

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Oh, darling!

They say you should murder your darlings, but this one from my latest project may prove difficult to kill, should it eventually become necessary:

If there was anything Muffy Montrose and Cookie Bradley loved more than talking, though, it was shopping.  They went every other weekend, always with each other, usually with their daughters in tow, but never with their husbands, who were too busy working or golfing to notice the desperation their wives wore like the latest fragrance.

If he were being honest with himself, Michael felt sorry for these women.  They were trapped in marriages that provided them every comfort but the one they truly wanted. Even their daughters had little respect for them.  Maria was always going on about how her mother was such a doormat and how she should stand up for herself and how she would never let a man treat her the way her father has treated her mother.  But then, he wasn’t being honest with many people lately, least of all himself.

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We’ve lived in our house for three years now and have done some extensive remodeling in that time.  Almost every room in our house has had something done to it.  At last, we’ve crossed Tomcat’s room off our list.

Photo by Kay Kauffman

Since we have three boys, we have a set of bunk beds.  The littler two aren’t quite old enough for them yet, but they will be one day, so in the meantime, Tomcat gets to choose whether he has top bunk or bottom.  While they’re great for accommodating a large number of children in a small number of bedrooms, they’re not so great when it comes to repainting a room.  Case in point:

Photo by Kay Kauffman

As you can see, the bunk beds were a bit of a problem.  Did I say problem? I meant to say that they posed their own special challenge (by which I, of course, mean that they were a colossal pain in my back side).
Seriously, having something that big in the middle of the room when you’re trying to paint really sucks. But! It gets better behind the cut.