Tuesday, September 30, 2008
That's friggin' hysterical. It's like the teen movie version of Pirates of the Caribbean. "We are happy on the ship and we are celebrating Eid," pirate spokesman Sugule Ali told The Associated Press by satellite phone. Even funnier, they have a pirate spokesman. I want a pirate spokesman.
One of my current In The Works is titled A Pirate's Booty. This has given me the spark of inspiration I needed to get started on my 20 page goal this week. Yes, I know I write every night, but last night I had my first couple of chapters from my new critique partner to read. Sometimes writers need to read to remember why they're writing :o)
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I'm going to read, write, and de-stress myself from work woes. Things will get better eventually...
Have a great weekend and keep the COSTUME IDEAS coming!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Mind you, I was 8 months pregnant and nothing else would fit. I won the costume contest and my hubster (the tall, pale and handsome guy next to me) won the tournament.
This year is a bit different. I'm not pregnant, I'm playing in the tournament, and I have no costume. I'm much smaller than last year, (but not small enough!) and can't come up with a single idea that could top the Magic Eight Ball. HELP!
Post your ideas and help me find the most original costume. In return, I'll hold a contest of my own with the new poll of the ideas posted and will give the winner a Spooktacular prize! The prize being a copy of the new Nora Roberts book 'Tribute' and a goody bag. So post your ideas and check out the poll to vote!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I remember that day. I was working my civilian job, fresh from the Corps, when it happened. A month later I received orders to report back to active duty and resume my MOS as a field radio operator. I left a 3 year old son and a husband that I had yet been able to marry because our love was forbidden in the service when we met. That's a love story for a later date. What really hit home for me is that my son knew there were bad men attacking us and knew I had to leave because of them. To this day I feel that moment is the reason he is so protective of me.
My point is, it affected everyone differently. Wounds heal, but scars stay as a reminder. Though I mourn the loss of loved ones and fear it will happen again in my children's lifetime, I know we will have better days ahead because of the men and women that wake up a million miles from home, eat cold meals if any at all, wear the same uniform day in and day out, maybe getting a call home once a week/month, knowing they may never make it home again, all to protect us and our great nation.
What really makes this day special are those who served, serve now, and will in the future. What really makes this day special is that our baby boy, Bam, is 9 months old today. What's really special is that our oldest son was worried he wouldn't be able to find something red, white, and blue to wear to acknowledge today (all on his own doing). What's really, really special is that I live in America and have the freedom to write about it.
Remember that little things sometimes make the biggest impact. Big things sometimes make the least noise and calls for moments of silence. What does this day mean to you?