Friday, May 21, 2010

Time flies when you're having fun--

This week was proof! I can’t believe it’s already Friday.

Last weekend was fishing opener, which meant I was home alone…wonderful!

On Monday, I went to the ultrasound with my oldest son and his wife. Baby Girl Robinson weighs 2 lbs 10 oz and all is right on track for her arrival in August. The ultrasounds they have now are amazing! And Monday night I had Papa Jessie Day with my granddaughter without Papa Jessie. We celebrated the special time together with a trip to Dairy Queen—where I learned she likes ice cream cones without the cone.

Tuesday, I got the ‘Mason” jar mugs ordered for the June wedding (long story), and Papa arrived home from fishing with Walleye just for me. (Bless his heart.)

Wednesday, I ate the Walleye—some of them anyway. AND I attended a baby shower for Baby Girl Robinson hosted by co-workers of my son and daughter-in-law. I still giggle with glee over pink and ‘girlie’ things.

Thursday, I took my mother some Walleye. (She loves it as much as I.) I found a few minutes at work to hang up some pictures and slightly re-arranged my office. It’s been so busy since we moved back in February that I still had things in crates. Papa and I went out for supper and then took Dairy Queen treats to our granddaughters. (He heard about Monday and couldn’t be left out.)

And today I volunteered at the Historical Society where 2nd graders came to visit. We made butter and played picture detectives. We looked at old photos and the kids had to pick out things people back then had that we don’t and visa-versa. It was a lot of fun.

Oh, and on the writing side—Harlequin contacted me to see if I’d be at the Romance Writers of America’s (RWA) Conference the end of July. I had to tell them no. As much as I’d like to attend, wild horses couldn’t pull me away from home that close to Baby Girl Robinson’s delivery date! I’ve been invited to be in the delivery room—and I will be! Tomorrow I will present a workshop to my RWA writer’s group about getting your creative juices flowing.

I’m also looking forward to some writing time this weekend. My ‘unclaimed mail order bride story’ as been calling me all week, and I’m itching to get on paper what happens next.

That’s enough for now. Until next time—KEEP SMILING, it makes a world of difference!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Next Book-Wish Craft

Wish Craft will be released on June 9th. The idea for this book came about while I was searching the net one day and saw an advertisement for Quantum Jumping. I instantly thought…what if?
That’s just one of the great things about creating stories—imagining what could happen, and how people would react to it. Of course, romance writing ensures there will be a happy ending.

Here’s the back blurb:

After intensive studying of Quantum jumping, Jayden White embarks on a journey one hundred and twenty years in the past for two reasons—to aid her sister’s financial crisis and to meet the man she’s come to know through an old family diary.
The night Levi Grimshaw asks his long time sweetheart to marry him he arrives home to discover a strange young woman sleeping in front of his fireplace—trouble is she’s not a stranger to his heart.

And…My google alert picked up this reader review for Wedding Night with the Ranger:
…I was reading this one in the bus coming home from work and I couldn't stop laugh(ing). The girl next to me in the bus must think I'm crazy. It's a REAL funny, REAL romantic story. You have to try it.

To know one of my stories made someone laugh is the ultimate. Whether it be this person in Brazil laughing on their way home from work, or someone else, somewhere else, I’m extremely delighted to know I’ve brought a touch of enjoyment to someone. That’s why I write.

Life is good. Enjoy it.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Boys vs Girls

Kids do say the darndest things, and I just have to share what happened the other day. It all started when my three-year-old granddaughter rushed past declaring, “Grandma, I have to go potty.”

Of course that means a mad dash to the bathroom, unbuttoning that dreaded button on those adorable little jeans as we run. We arrive and I plopped her on the toilet. All goes well until her little face scrunches up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked from where I was instructed to sit on the edge of the bathtub until she’s finished.

She leans forward. “I get so frustrated when that happens.”

“Frustrated when what happens?” I asked, taking a second look at the discarded jeans to see if we didn’t completely make it in time and wondering once again about the words this kid uses on a regular basis.

“When air comes out my butt,” she whispered.

Holding in the chuckle tickling my throat, I clarified, “When air comes out your butt?”

“Yes,” she answered, completely serious.

I covered my giggle with a small cough. Having raised three boys, where farting was the most amazing and funny thing they could do, I was quite surprised by this significant difference between boys and girls at such a young age. I leaned closer and explained, "That’s called a fart.”

“A fart?” she asked, wide-eyed with astonishment.

“Yes, a fart.”

She pressed her tiny hand to her forehead as if the world had just run out of John Deere fruit snacks. (Which she calls Papa Jessie snacks and absolutely cannot live without a full box in the cupboard.)

Hoping to calm her fears, I pointed to my neck and continued, “And you know when air comes out of your throat and makes a funny noise?”

After a moment of brief thoughtfulness she nodded.

“That’s called a burp,” I said.

“A burp?” Again she was shocked.

I nodded.

“Farting and burping!” She covered her little face with both hands and shaking her head, groaned, “Oh, Grandma.”


Once again, I must proclaim, grandchildren are truly gifts from God.

Every day, in every way, life just keeps getting better and better.