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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Oops
So I'm late but I'll add two and do a little renaming to make up the difference....
SEVEN SERIOUSLY STINKY THINGS NO ONE EVER LOOKS FORWARD TO:
1. loss
2. disease - mind, body or spirit
3. ABC Gum under tables
4. Poop
5. Bedtime without books
6. Sonic soda - no ice
7. Morning breath
SEVEN SERIOUSLY STINKY THINGS NO ONE EVER LOOKS FORWARD TO:
1. loss
2. disease - mind, body or spirit
3. ABC Gum under tables
4. Poop
5. Bedtime without books
6. Sonic soda - no ice
7. Morning breath
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Yeeeessss!
Just as I was set to register for a picture book writing workshop online, I found one to do locally. Pretty cool. Anastasia Suen will offer her insight and guidance to me and nineteen other aspiring PB authors over the course of the first weekend in November. It should be good, good, good stuff....But, I have to confess it's probably entirely possible that I'd commit to a whole host of things if, by chance, they included the word "workshop" in their detailed description. The word "workshop" just works way better than the term class or course. It conjures up images of elves and other quirky creatures and I kinda consider myself a quirky creature. Share away should you have any tips!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Later
Can't blog now, I'm doin' a little dirty dancing in tribute to Patrick Swayze. I will miss him....
Monday, September 14, 2009
Born to read
Very cool program available to new babies in my area. I hope cities across the US have similar programs....
http://www.saplf.org/borntoread/index.php
http://www.saplf.org/borntoread/index.php
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Let us Give Thanks
I'm not waiting for November. I'm giving out great thanks - TODAY. Sooooo many reasons but three in particular....
#1. Rain. I didn't think I'd recognize it. It's been far too long. There has been no measurable rain at my home since the beginning of the year. Ouch. My yard has felt the pain. BUT, I went to bed last evening listening to the rain and woke this morning to find, you guessed it, RAIN! Can't say I'll ever take rain for granted again. Well, I suppose I could say it, but I'd be wrong.
#2. This morning a man by the name of Tom McDermott (www.tommcdermott.com) visited my kiddos school. He's a storyteller, author, singer and, I quickly learned, a man of great talent. One of the story's he told left the theater of listeners with the message that it's great to be filled with hundreds of thousands of thoughts but more important to be guided by one really good one. Something to think about in this "mine" world where enough is never ever enough and very much like writing.
#3. James Taylor. Love, love, love him. He played in town last evening. I missed out. I really did. Seems James autographed nearly everything in sight during intermission. A fellow crazy James Taylor fan I know got the chance to speak to James and check something off her bucket list in the process. Man, oh, man. Oh, it seemed she was somehow able to keep her wits about her and HAVE A T-SHIRT SIGNED FOR ME!
How sweet it is....
#1. Rain. I didn't think I'd recognize it. It's been far too long. There has been no measurable rain at my home since the beginning of the year. Ouch. My yard has felt the pain. BUT, I went to bed last evening listening to the rain and woke this morning to find, you guessed it, RAIN! Can't say I'll ever take rain for granted again. Well, I suppose I could say it, but I'd be wrong.
#2. This morning a man by the name of Tom McDermott (www.tommcdermott.com) visited my kiddos school. He's a storyteller, author, singer and, I quickly learned, a man of great talent. One of the story's he told left the theater of listeners with the message that it's great to be filled with hundreds of thousands of thoughts but more important to be guided by one really good one. Something to think about in this "mine" world where enough is never ever enough and very much like writing.
#3. James Taylor. Love, love, love him. He played in town last evening. I missed out. I really did. Seems James autographed nearly everything in sight during intermission. A fellow crazy James Taylor fan I know got the chance to speak to James and check something off her bucket list in the process. Man, oh, man. Oh, it seemed she was somehow able to keep her wits about her and HAVE A T-SHIRT SIGNED FOR ME!
How sweet it is....
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