Love Blooms

Love blooms in April
Like blossoms on the sweetest
Of the apple trees.

If you liked today’s poem, there’s more where it came from! Check out Tuesday Daydreams and A Song for All Seasons for more of my poetic ramblings. Happy April!

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Silver Moonbeams

Silver moonbeams light
The way to my love, the way
To my heart’s desire.

Silver moonbeams link
My heart to his, forever
And always in love.

If you liked today’s poem, there’s more where it came from! Check out Tuesday Daydreams and A Song for All Seasons for more of my poetic ramblings. Happy April!

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All aboard! It’s a Voyage of Desire!

Today, I’ve got another review.  This time, the book is Voyage of Desire by Natalie Kleinman.  It’s a straight-up romance novel, which is not my usual read, though I’ve read a few here and there.  I wanted something light and fluffy this time around, and here ’tis:

What do you do when you discover your boyfriend of two years is married to someone else!

Beth Walker seeks to escape her heartbreak by taking temporary work on a cruise ship. Instead, on the very first day she meets Ryan Donovan and is drawn to him by his soft Irish lilt and mischievous eyes. Her plan to forswear men recedes like the waves at the stern of the ship…but it isn’t quite that simple. There are many obstacles that stand in the way of her happiness – and then she learns she is pregnant.

It seems her problems may only just be beginning. Antagonism between Beth and Ryan abounds and there are misunderstandings aplenty. Can these two warring factions find a happy ever after? Find out what happens in Voyage of Desire.

In my opinion…

Romantic-type secrets

Mmm, Devon Sawa, another one of my crushes. :)

Mmm, Devon Sawa, another one of my crushes. 🙂

So it’s time for another post about childhood secrets.  The thing is, I can’t remember a whole lot of those.  What I do remember, though, are the secret (or maybe not-so-secret) crushes I had on the boys in my class.

Let’s just say there were a lot.

I think last year for this challenge, I mentioned one.  In the comments of that post, I referred to another.  But I was less than subtle in elementary school.  By the time middle school rolled around, I had grown rather more shy when it came to boys.  And the boys had grown rather better looking.

By eighth grade…

Happily Ever After

Photo by Kay Kauffman</em

Photo by Kay Kauffman

The pretty princess
In the beautiful ballgown
Waltzes down the aisle.

The pretty princess
Holds court with friends both old and
New on the big day.

Baby blues sparkle
With mischief and merriment
As she plots her reign.

The pretty princess
Did not expect a handsome
Prince to thwart her plans.

But now the pretty
Princess has her prince, and they’ll
Live for each other,

For now, for always.
At last, the pretty princess
Has her happily

Ever after. The end.

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Onward and upward!

That’s right, things started looking much better for me in my twenty-fourth year.  Much better, as a matter of fact.  The whole year was pretty stellar, really.  See, my birthday is at the end of January.  Shortly before my birthday, I signed up for Yahoo! Personals.  I had gone to a wedding a few months prior for a couple who had met on eHarmony.com.  The groom and I had gone to high school together and I thought, “Hey – if Seth can meet such a nice girl online, maybe I can find a nice guy myself!”

I had a few first dates, but nothing that really went anywhere.  Then one day, I was scrolling through matches in my area and came across a guy who was a few years (okay, six) older than me and hailed from my hometown.  I had no idea who this guy was.  My hometown has a population of 1800 people, so everyone pretty much knows everyone else.  The first thought that ran through my head was, “Who is this guy and why don’t I know him?”

I clicked on his profile and read through it.  That was when I had my second thought: “I need to know this guy!”  He was a former military officer and a single father who was “not looking for a mom” for his daughter.  He was also a self-professed Star Trek freak.  Could this guy be any better?

So I sent him a message.

Six years old and crazy already

I hate to make sweeping generalizations, but I think all writers are a little bit crazy in their own unique way.  Tales about eccentric and reclusive writers throughout history abound.  In my online writing group, the Alliance of Worldbuilders, every time someone pops their head into the forum thread to join in for the first time, we try to warn them that we’re all mad here.  Sometimes, they happily throw their own unique madness into the mix right along with ours and hilarity ensues.

My own particular brand of crazy began developing at a very young age.  See, there was this boy in my class.  We met in preschool and it was love at first sight.  Well, it was love at first sight for me, anyway.  He wanted nothing to do with me.  But that was only because he didn’t know me!  So I followed him around the classroom like a puppy, from the blocks to the sand table to the picture books and back.

When we started kindergarten, it was more of the same.  He made my little five-year-old heart flutter so!  But still, every time he saw me, he would take off running.  How on Earth was he supposed to get to know me if he wouldn’t stand still long enough to talk to me?  If he wouldn’t get to know me, we couldn’t fall madly in love!

But then first grade arrived.

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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Photo Friday on a Tuesday!

English: This is the logo of the Wartburg Coll...

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So today’s photo post is all about the weekend!  I went to my cousin’s wedding this weekend and it was beautiful.  The church was gorgeous, everyone was dressed to the nines, and the reception was lovely.  My uncle (the groom’s father) is a beekeeper and made the unity candles that were used during the service in addition to providing the party favors for the reception – miniature jars of honey!  Yum yum. 🙂  The wedding featured three officiants: Rev. Ramona Bouzard from Wartburg College, David and Laura’s alma mater (I also went there for a year – go Knights!); the minister from the church they got married in whose name escapes me at the moment; and Laura’s father, Randy.  Randy performed the vows portion of the ceremony and when Laura’s voice broke after the first line, he said, “You don’t have to cry just because I am!”  That was my favorite part of the whole service because it was so sweet.

However, I’m so tired that I can’t seem to type (and I’ve been trying to since I sat down to write this post yesterday).  So instead of me blathering on about how hard it was to watch my cousin marry the woman of his dreams because he’s really more like my kid brother than my cousin, I think I’ll just let you all have a look-see at some of the pretty, pretty pictures captured by Heather Rissler Botine.

Hope everyone has a happy Fourth of July tomorrow!  Stay safe, wherever you are!

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