You told me once,
in your voice so sweet,
that you wanted to be a cowboy,
and I thought, how neat!
"Not just a cowboy,"
you assured me right quick,
"I want to ride bulls!"
Mommy's stomach went sick.
But your time finally came
and we were rodeo bound.
On the back of a young Brahama,
your heartsong was found.
All emotions were a go-
Fear, terror, and dread!
They combined as you prepped,
adding gray hairs to my head.
Our excitement built up
as Daddy lowered you down,
then you blew out of the chute,
with the bull spinning around!
One and a half seconds later,
you dashed to the gate.
Your eyes big as saucers,
your smile was so great!
"Did you like it? Did you love it?"
"Mom, that was so cool!"
I guess it's time now,
to look into bullriding school.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Interview with author Melynda Price, author of Until Darkness Comes!
Hello everyone and thank you for stopping by for our interview with author Melynda Price! She is here discussing her debut novel, Until Darkness Comes.
Welcome Melynda! Let's get started!
Until Darkness Comes addresses the forces of good and evil. First off, could you tell us a bit about what Olivia faces in this book?
Olivia is a young woman whose innocence has led her to get involved with a guy she believes is “Mr. Right.” She possesses a gift she isn’t aware she has—a gift that makes her an asset to heaven and a threat to hell. Olivia faces many challenges in this story, like discovering the guy she thought she loved is really trying to kill her, and the guy who steps in and sweeps her off her feet isn’t who she believes him to be. Her “gift” seems more like a curse, and she’s fallen in love with someone she can never have.
Melynda, who are your literary inspirations?
My favorite authors to read are Lara Adrian and J.R Ward. They write with strong sexual tension, great dialogue and have a way of bringing their characters to life with distinct, individual personalities. Those are traits I value as a reader, and strive for as an author.
All writers have them. What is the biggest obstacle that you have had to overcome as a writer?
Finding balance. When I’m in the middle of writing a story and my characters have their claws into me, I have a hard time walking away from my computer. I can write from sunup until sundown, and still not want to stop. When other important things need my attention, sometimes it’s hard for me to focus on them. My mind is writing, even when I’m not.
If you could invite anyone to dinner, who would it be and why?
In the literary world? I’d say Lara Adrian. She’s probably my favorite PNR writer. It’d be fun to discuss her career and how she got started as an author. I love visiting with other authors and hearing their stories of trials and successes.
I have to ask, what would you have?
Sirloin steaks on the grill with sautéed mushrooms, grilled asparagus, rosemary baby potatoes, cherry upside-down cake and a glass of Blackberry Merlot.
That sounds delicious!! What was the driving force behind the creation of Until Darkness Comes?
I read the book of Enoch, and found it very fascinating. It got me thinking about the roles angels have played in our history and the dimension they exist in. I wondered what it might be like if our eyes were opened to the spirit world, and we could see the angelic and demonic forces at play around us, so I gave Olivia the gift, and wrote Until Darkness Comes.
Until Darkness Comes is a series. Can you give us a hint as to what adventures await Olivia in your next book?
Until Darkness Comes
Do you think we could have a teaser from Until Darkness Comes? Maybe an excerpt to whet our appetites until we can get our own copy?
The setting sun cast shades of lavender and fuchsia over the pier. Max’s “friends” still hadn’t arrived. He seemed angry, despite his effort to hide it.
“Max, it’s getting late,” Olivia said softly. “I have an oral report due in Spanish Monday, and I haven’t even started it yet.”
He jumped down off the side of the pier, landing gracefully on the sandy beach below, and wordlessly walked away. She stepped up to the edge and looked over the side. The drop was easily fifteen feet. How could he have possibly made that jump without getting hurt?
She walked down the long pier—alone. Her fear of heights prevented her from attempting such a leap herself. Max could be rude and inconsiderate sometimes, it seemed more often than not, lately. She was growing tired of making excuses for his bad behavior, yet she could understand his disappointment tonight, but that certainly wasn’t any reason to be an ass. Sympathy only went so far, for so long.
Obviously he still suffered from the loss of his parents. She couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for him, losing them both in that horrible car accident. Then to get yanked out of military school a semester before graduation, moving back home, handling his parents’ affairs, and the house…maybe she should cut him some more slack.
Max stood in the parking lot, straddling his bike. “Come on.”
“I’m not running, Max. You could have waited for me.”
He sighed impatiently and climbed back off the motorcycle, walking back toward her. The charming smile he painted in his face reminded her more of a Cheshire cat. He gathered her into his arms and snuggled his face into the side of her neck.
“I’m sorry, Liv.”
His attempt to make amends brought a smile to her face. Now, that’s more like it. She couldn’t stay mad at him. Her resistance softened as she stood there in the middle of the sandy beach, wrapped tightly in his arms. He placed small kisses against the side of her neck.
A throaty purr rumbled in the back of his throat, making her laugh. She playfully spun out his embrace and ran away from him. Fine warm grains of sand spilled into her sandals with each step. She glanced over her shoulder to see if he followed her, enjoying her little game. His brow quirked in amusement and his dark eyes locked on her, watching her every movement as if she were his prey, sending a tremble of excitement fluttering in her chest.
“Don’t make me chase you, Olivia.” His husky growl carried to her on the briny air.
“Ha, you couldn’t catch me,” she challenged, throwing down the gauntlet.
As the last word left her mouth, he took off after her. She let out a high-pitched squeal and jagged to the left, running straight toward the ocean. Just as her sandaled foot touched the cool frothy water, a pair of strong muscular arms scooped her up in the air.
She yelped playfully, laughing when he swung her around in his arms and kissed her. “I told you not to make me chase you,” he whispered against her lips. “You could never outrun me, Olivia.”
Before I go, I want to say thank you, Sara, for hosting me on your blog today, and thank you to everyone who stopped by.
I’d love to hear from you.
You can find me at
Until Darkness Comes is available on eBook or paperback at Amazon.http://www.amazon.com/Until-Darkness-Comes-Melynda-Price/dp/0984852999/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1333852278&sr=1-1
and at Barnes and Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/until-darkness-comes?keyword=until+darkness+comes&store=book is the first book in my four part Redemption series. The second book, Shades of Darkness, takes place three years later, and each book is a continuation of Liam and Olivia’s love story. I don’t want to say too much and give away the ending of Until Darkness Comes, but I can say a lot of the characters from the first book come back, and there’s a nasty Nephilim (half-human/half-angel) you’re absolutely going to love!www.melyndaprice.com, friend me on Facebook, follow me on Twitter, or contact me at Melynda@MelyndaPrice.com.
Thank you all for stopping by! So grab a bottle of blackberry merlot, a copy (or e-copy!) of Until Darkness Comes and have a wonderful day!
Welcome Melynda! Let's get started!
Until Darkness Comes addresses the forces of good and evil. First off, could you tell us a bit about what Olivia faces in this book?
Olivia is a young woman whose innocence has led her to get involved with a guy she believes is “Mr. Right.” She possesses a gift she isn’t aware she has—a gift that makes her an asset to heaven and a threat to hell. Olivia faces many challenges in this story, like discovering the guy she thought she loved is really trying to kill her, and the guy who steps in and sweeps her off her feet isn’t who she believes him to be. Her “gift” seems more like a curse, and she’s fallen in love with someone she can never have.
Melynda, who are your literary inspirations?
My favorite authors to read are Lara Adrian and J.R Ward. They write with strong sexual tension, great dialogue and have a way of bringing their characters to life with distinct, individual personalities. Those are traits I value as a reader, and strive for as an author.
All writers have them. What is the biggest obstacle that you have had to overcome as a writer?
Finding balance. When I’m in the middle of writing a story and my characters have their claws into me, I have a hard time walking away from my computer. I can write from sunup until sundown, and still not want to stop. When other important things need my attention, sometimes it’s hard for me to focus on them. My mind is writing, even when I’m not.
If you could invite anyone to dinner, who would it be and why?
In the literary world? I’d say Lara Adrian. She’s probably my favorite PNR writer. It’d be fun to discuss her career and how she got started as an author. I love visiting with other authors and hearing their stories of trials and successes.
I have to ask, what would you have?
Sirloin steaks on the grill with sautéed mushrooms, grilled asparagus, rosemary baby potatoes, cherry upside-down cake and a glass of Blackberry Merlot.
That sounds delicious!! What was the driving force behind the creation of Until Darkness Comes?
I read the book of Enoch, and found it very fascinating. It got me thinking about the roles angels have played in our history and the dimension they exist in. I wondered what it might be like if our eyes were opened to the spirit world, and we could see the angelic and demonic forces at play around us, so I gave Olivia the gift, and wrote Until Darkness Comes.
Until Darkness Comes is a series. Can you give us a hint as to what adventures await Olivia in your next book?
Until Darkness Comes
Do you think we could have a teaser from Until Darkness Comes? Maybe an excerpt to whet our appetites until we can get our own copy?
The setting sun cast shades of lavender and fuchsia over the pier. Max’s “friends” still hadn’t arrived. He seemed angry, despite his effort to hide it.
“Max, it’s getting late,” Olivia said softly. “I have an oral report due in Spanish Monday, and I haven’t even started it yet.”
He jumped down off the side of the pier, landing gracefully on the sandy beach below, and wordlessly walked away. She stepped up to the edge and looked over the side. The drop was easily fifteen feet. How could he have possibly made that jump without getting hurt?
She walked down the long pier—alone. Her fear of heights prevented her from attempting such a leap herself. Max could be rude and inconsiderate sometimes, it seemed more often than not, lately. She was growing tired of making excuses for his bad behavior, yet she could understand his disappointment tonight, but that certainly wasn’t any reason to be an ass. Sympathy only went so far, for so long.
Obviously he still suffered from the loss of his parents. She couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for him, losing them both in that horrible car accident. Then to get yanked out of military school a semester before graduation, moving back home, handling his parents’ affairs, and the house…maybe she should cut him some more slack.
Max stood in the parking lot, straddling his bike. “Come on.”
“I’m not running, Max. You could have waited for me.”
He sighed impatiently and climbed back off the motorcycle, walking back toward her. The charming smile he painted in his face reminded her more of a Cheshire cat. He gathered her into his arms and snuggled his face into the side of her neck.
“I’m sorry, Liv.”
His attempt to make amends brought a smile to her face. Now, that’s more like it. She couldn’t stay mad at him. Her resistance softened as she stood there in the middle of the sandy beach, wrapped tightly in his arms. He placed small kisses against the side of her neck.
A throaty purr rumbled in the back of his throat, making her laugh. She playfully spun out his embrace and ran away from him. Fine warm grains of sand spilled into her sandals with each step. She glanced over her shoulder to see if he followed her, enjoying her little game. His brow quirked in amusement and his dark eyes locked on her, watching her every movement as if she were his prey, sending a tremble of excitement fluttering in her chest.
“Don’t make me chase you, Olivia.” His husky growl carried to her on the briny air.
“Ha, you couldn’t catch me,” she challenged, throwing down the gauntlet.
As the last word left her mouth, he took off after her. She let out a high-pitched squeal and jagged to the left, running straight toward the ocean. Just as her sandaled foot touched the cool frothy water, a pair of strong muscular arms scooped her up in the air.
She yelped playfully, laughing when he swung her around in his arms and kissed her. “I told you not to make me chase you,” he whispered against her lips. “You could never outrun me, Olivia.”
Before I go, I want to say thank you, Sara, for hosting me on your blog today, and thank you to everyone who stopped by.
I’d love to hear from you.
You can find me at
Until Darkness Comes is available on eBook or paperback at Amazon.http://www.amazon.com/Until-Darkness-Comes-Melynda-Price/dp/0984852999/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1333852278&sr=1-1
and at Barnes and Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/until-darkness-comes?keyword=until+darkness+comes&store=book is the first book in my four part Redemption series. The second book, Shades of Darkness, takes place three years later, and each book is a continuation of Liam and Olivia’s love story. I don’t want to say too much and give away the ending of Until Darkness Comes, but I can say a lot of the characters from the first book come back, and there’s a nasty Nephilim (half-human/half-angel) you’re absolutely going to love!www.melyndaprice.com, friend me on Facebook, follow me on Twitter, or contact me at Melynda@MelyndaPrice.com.
Thank you all for stopping by! So grab a bottle of blackberry merlot, a copy (or e-copy!) of Until Darkness Comes and have a wonderful day!
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday
“Here they come, just like you said,” Minerva whispered, peeking out the window of the vardo. “We completed funeral just in time.”
She let the velvet curtain fall, covering the boxes and bags she and Sanderson had been packing.
“Remember the plan,” he whispered in an almost inaudible tone.
She nodded stiffly as he ducked behind a silken curtain.
Knock, knock, knock.
She let the velvet curtain fall, covering the boxes and bags she and Sanderson had been packing.
“Remember the plan,” he whispered in an almost inaudible tone.
She nodded stiffly as he ducked behind a silken curtain.
Knock, knock, knock.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Interview with author of THE PHANTOM PILOT Ann Swann
Who from the past would you want to bring home to dinner and why?
At first I thought I would say my other dad just so I could ask him why he robbed that bank. But then I realized I probably already know the answer to that. So then I thought maybe I would ask him why he didn’t try to stick around a bit longer, you know, for us girls, but having suffered depression myself, I guess I know the answer to that, too.
What would you eat?
Mexican food, no doubt.
Who is your literary inspiration?
It started with Poe and Hitchcock when I was a kid, and evolved into Ray Bradbury and Stephen King when I was a teen. These writers/story-tellers always made me care about the characters in the story first. And for some reason I like it when a story starts out normal and mundane and then all you-know-what breaks loose. Heh heh heh. Better add Shirley Jackson to that list come to think of it. And Rod Serling. Always Rod Serling. Oh, and Mary Stuart and her Merlin Tales…
What about your overall inspiration?
I’ve always written thoughts and stories, since I was a teenager. Now, I’m inspired by grandkids…just check out my story “The Blister Bear” in the upcoming Campfire Tales anthology. It was inspired by a five year old’s nightmare.
On the other hand, “Skeleton Rock” was actually inspired by a bunch of rocks out on my walking trail.
From whom were Stevie and Jase born?
Well, that’s tricky. I grew up the way Stevie did, riding my bike all over Lamesa, Texas. But actually the two characters are a mishmash of kids I knew or wanted to know back in my hometown. Actually, I think some of the characteristics of my former elementary students may have gotten mixed in there, too. Of course, like most authors, there’s always a little bit of me in every character, even the dorky ones. Or maybe that should be, especially the dorky ones!
What future projects do you have in mind?
Working on the sequel to The Phantom Pilot right now; The Phantom Student will be published around Halloween, and it will be available in digital and PRINT! Also working on a story for the Terminus X anthology Cool Well Press is putting together, and I’ve got a couple of other short stories started just for grins. Oh, and my Women’s Novel, How Long Does it Take to Fall Out of Love? is making the rounds of agents as we speak. So far, no bites, only nibbles…
If you were stranded on a desert island, what five tangible things would you take with you?
All my grandkids and a good stick for spearing fish and for writing and drawing in the sand.
On what reality show would you consider being a guest?
Well, the only one I watch is American Idol, so I would be on that—if I could sing.
What are your all time favorite works of literature?
Red Sky at Morning, The Crystal Cave, The Dead Zone, The Stand, all of Poe’s short stories (even that really horrid one about the black cat), The Hobbit, Lonesome Dove, a short story by Stephen King called “The Last Rung on the Ladder,” The Body, Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson, and last but not least, Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. Oh, and a little book from my childhood called Silver Chief, Dog of the North. Oh, and “Thirteen Tales They Wouldn’t Let Me Do on TV,” a collection of weird tales gathered under Alfred Hitchcock’s name. And so many more…
What is the biggest obstacle you have had to overcome as a writer?
Me!
At first I thought I would say my other dad just so I could ask him why he robbed that bank. But then I realized I probably already know the answer to that. So then I thought maybe I would ask him why he didn’t try to stick around a bit longer, you know, for us girls, but having suffered depression myself, I guess I know the answer to that, too.
What would you eat?
Mexican food, no doubt.
Who is your literary inspiration?
It started with Poe and Hitchcock when I was a kid, and evolved into Ray Bradbury and Stephen King when I was a teen. These writers/story-tellers always made me care about the characters in the story first. And for some reason I like it when a story starts out normal and mundane and then all you-know-what breaks loose. Heh heh heh. Better add Shirley Jackson to that list come to think of it. And Rod Serling. Always Rod Serling. Oh, and Mary Stuart and her Merlin Tales…
What about your overall inspiration?
I’ve always written thoughts and stories, since I was a teenager. Now, I’m inspired by grandkids…just check out my story “The Blister Bear” in the upcoming Campfire Tales anthology. It was inspired by a five year old’s nightmare.
On the other hand, “Skeleton Rock” was actually inspired by a bunch of rocks out on my walking trail.
From whom were Stevie and Jase born?
Well, that’s tricky. I grew up the way Stevie did, riding my bike all over Lamesa, Texas. But actually the two characters are a mishmash of kids I knew or wanted to know back in my hometown. Actually, I think some of the characteristics of my former elementary students may have gotten mixed in there, too. Of course, like most authors, there’s always a little bit of me in every character, even the dorky ones. Or maybe that should be, especially the dorky ones!
What future projects do you have in mind?
Working on the sequel to The Phantom Pilot right now; The Phantom Student will be published around Halloween, and it will be available in digital and PRINT! Also working on a story for the Terminus X anthology Cool Well Press is putting together, and I’ve got a couple of other short stories started just for grins. Oh, and my Women’s Novel, How Long Does it Take to Fall Out of Love? is making the rounds of agents as we speak. So far, no bites, only nibbles…
If you were stranded on a desert island, what five tangible things would you take with you?
All my grandkids and a good stick for spearing fish and for writing and drawing in the sand.
On what reality show would you consider being a guest?
Well, the only one I watch is American Idol, so I would be on that—if I could sing.
What are your all time favorite works of literature?
Red Sky at Morning, The Crystal Cave, The Dead Zone, The Stand, all of Poe’s short stories (even that really horrid one about the black cat), The Hobbit, Lonesome Dove, a short story by Stephen King called “The Last Rung on the Ladder,” The Body, Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption, “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson, and last but not least, Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. Oh, and a little book from my childhood called Silver Chief, Dog of the North. Oh, and “Thirteen Tales They Wouldn’t Let Me Do on TV,” a collection of weird tales gathered under Alfred Hitchcock’s name. And so many more…
What is the biggest obstacle you have had to overcome as a writer?
Me!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Roasted Brisket a -la-Sara
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. It's time to eat. Our New Year meal consisted of (surprisingly thawed) brisket, which we forgot to buy a marinade for. So without even the help of Google, I concocted a home-made marinade.
After cutting my nine-pound brisket so that it would fit in my 9X13 baking dish, I slathered it in Worchestershire Sauce (Kudos to anyone who can say that ... I still say it slow and sounding like an English village ...), Soy Sauce, Browning Sauce (compliments of Glenna, thanks girl!), Season All salt, Steak Seasoning, and fresh minced garlic (once again, thanks Glenna!). I also added a cup and a half of water to give it something to roast in.
I stuck that sucker in the oven at 350 degrees uncovered for an hour at 9 a.m. After that hour was up, I covered it (carefully ...) and knocked the temp back to about 275. I also added about another cup of water at that time. It was already smelling good!
Then we let it roast, let it roast, let it roast!
Aiming to eat dinner about 3:30, we realized about 2 that we needed to cook some other stuff in the oven as well. So we kicked the temp up to 400 degrees for the last hour, but kept our roast covered before finally taking it and letting it rest before serving. That magical first and final hour cooked at a higher temperature really made a difference! It was so tender when we went to carve it up that it practically had already fallen apart.
One word: Delicious. Paired with mashed cream cheese taters from Granny's recipe, cornbread/clover rolls, baked mac-n-cheese a-la-hubby, black eyed peas and caramel pie from Grandpa's fireman recipe for dessert and you're eating like a king!
SIDE NOTE: DO NOT SLURP THE JUICE OUT OF THE BRISKET BAKING PAN. IT TASTES WONDERFUL BUT WILL GIVE YOU SERIOUS GAS.
I prepared the second brisket half in the same marinade and covered it, letting it sit overnight in the fridge. I took it out and baked it the next morning as per instructions found on the first Google post I found. So covered and baked at 275 degrees from 9 a.m. until 3:30 p.m. left my brisket edible, but not delectable. It was not nearly as tender or juicy (though I made the same mistake with the pan drippings ... for SHAME!) and quite honestly not nearly as exciting as the first.
Happy Eating!
After cutting my nine-pound brisket so that it would fit in my 9X13 baking dish, I slathered it in Worchestershire Sauce (Kudos to anyone who can say that ... I still say it slow and sounding like an English village ...), Soy Sauce, Browning Sauce (compliments of Glenna, thanks girl!), Season All salt, Steak Seasoning, and fresh minced garlic (once again, thanks Glenna!). I also added a cup and a half of water to give it something to roast in.
I stuck that sucker in the oven at 350 degrees uncovered for an hour at 9 a.m. After that hour was up, I covered it (carefully ...) and knocked the temp back to about 275. I also added about another cup of water at that time. It was already smelling good!
Then we let it roast, let it roast, let it roast!
Aiming to eat dinner about 3:30, we realized about 2 that we needed to cook some other stuff in the oven as well. So we kicked the temp up to 400 degrees for the last hour, but kept our roast covered before finally taking it and letting it rest before serving. That magical first and final hour cooked at a higher temperature really made a difference! It was so tender when we went to carve it up that it practically had already fallen apart.
One word: Delicious. Paired with mashed cream cheese taters from Granny's recipe, cornbread/clover rolls, baked mac-n-cheese a-la-hubby, black eyed peas and caramel pie from Grandpa's fireman recipe for dessert and you're eating like a king!
SIDE NOTE: DO NOT SLURP THE JUICE OUT OF THE BRISKET BAKING PAN. IT TASTES WONDERFUL BUT WILL GIVE YOU SERIOUS GAS.
I prepared the second brisket half in the same marinade and covered it, letting it sit overnight in the fridge. I took it out and baked it the next morning as per instructions found on the first Google post I found. So covered and baked at 275 degrees from 9 a.m. until 3:30 p.m. left my brisket edible, but not delectable. It was not nearly as tender or juicy (though I made the same mistake with the pan drippings ... for SHAME!) and quite honestly not nearly as exciting as the first.
Happy Eating!
Friday, December 30, 2011
The Emergency Room
What is it about the holidays that make people -- well, us -- sick or injured? Here we are, pre-New Year's Eve, and G.I. Joe is in the ER. The same ER, mind you, that I was in just a few days ago on Christmas Day. Oh yes, we got up, opened presents, had breakfast at IHOP, and came home ... only to have my beloved Acue Vue 2 Oaysis go AWOL in my right eye. That sucker rolled up like a window shade and disappeared so far away that I couldn't even feel it. So after a fruitless hour of one-eyed searching for the wayward lens, I drove myself to the Army hospital's ER with visions of contact-lenses-gone-rebel dancing in my head. They successfully removed the said lens after some very creepy feeling numbing drops and 20 minutes of searching for it later. So I went along my merry way. The next day, Sun 2 took a nosedive into the edge of the nonworking electric fireplace and earned his first shiner. Aside from a bruise and one frantic call to our beloved family doc later, he was no worse for wear and happily eating apples and watching Ni Hau Kai Lan.
Now here we are, on the cusp of another holiday, and G.I. Joe develops symptoms much like appendicitis. Well his parents came for the holiday, so I stayed home with Moon Princess and Sun's 1-3 (it was wayyyyyy past their bedtime, anyway!) while they went to the hospital. After ruling out anything appendix related, our conversation via text message went something like this:
"Well what in the world could that horrible pain be?"
"Doc says it's a hernia."
"How in the world did you get a hernia?"
"When the kids and I were playing yesterday, felt like something ripped."
Ahhh, that rang a bell. I remember him mentioning that.
Now mind you, G.I. Joe has three combat deployments under his belt and two fistfulls of Purple Heart medals to show for them. But it takes a 7, 5, and 2 year-old to bring him down. Hooah!
Is it wrong of me to be a bit wary of any more upcoming holidays?
Now here we are, on the cusp of another holiday, and G.I. Joe develops symptoms much like appendicitis. Well his parents came for the holiday, so I stayed home with Moon Princess and Sun's 1-3 (it was wayyyyyy past their bedtime, anyway!) while they went to the hospital. After ruling out anything appendix related, our conversation via text message went something like this:
"Well what in the world could that horrible pain be?"
"Doc says it's a hernia."
"How in the world did you get a hernia?"
"When the kids and I were playing yesterday, felt like something ripped."
Ahhh, that rang a bell. I remember him mentioning that.
Now mind you, G.I. Joe has three combat deployments under his belt and two fistfulls of Purple Heart medals to show for them. But it takes a 7, 5, and 2 year-old to bring him down. Hooah!
Is it wrong of me to be a bit wary of any more upcoming holidays?
Thursday, December 29, 2011
The Inaugural Post
Hello from Utopia! Dinner is done. The kids are bathed. Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman plays in the background. My husband, G.I. Joe, plays with Sun 2 (middle son) and Moon Princess (daughter) while Rambo, the German Shepherd, looks on like a furry guardian angel. Sun 3, (the baby) just learning to crawl, attempts mobilization on the living room floor. And Sun 1 (oldest son) ... well, Sun 1 ... where did he go? Oh, he's back in the bathroom, bathing all six of the stuffed Angry Birds in the sink. Belle the Wondercat just dashed through the living room, clearing Sun 3 in a single leap. The two Italian dogs are asleep, hidden beside the entertainment center, while the little blue-eyed husky, Luna, just snuck out the doggy door, sopping Angry Bird in tow. WELCOME TO MY HOME! We had a wonderful home cooked meal tonight, the recipe is going to be posted next. Needless to say, G.I. Joe and I are exhausted, happy, full, and ready to go to bed so we can play Words With Friends ... but the kids are all STILL set on go! I hope you enjoy it here as much as we do!
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