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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

CFBA: Nothing But Trouble by Susan May Warren

WHAT I HAVE TO SAY: This was truly one of the best books I have ever read!  I would read and I would talk to PJ and then I would put it down - I didn't want to know if she went thru with some of the things...then I would be right back at it just to see if she really went thru with anything and what happened.  I think the ending was great and while there was closure, it left things wide open for a follow-up.



This week, the



Christian Fiction Blog Alliance



is introducing



Nothing But Trouble



Tyndale House Publishers (May 1, 2009)



by



Susan May Warren






ABOUT THE AUTHOR:



Susan grew up in Wayzata, a suburb of Minneapolis, and became an avid camper from an early age. Her favorite fir-lined spot is the north shore of Minnesota is where she met her husband, honeymooned and dreamed of living.



The north woods easily became the foundation for her first series, The Deep Haven series, based on a little tourist town along the shores of Lake Superior. Her first full-length book, Happily Ever After, became a Christy Award Finalist published in 2004 with Tyndale/Heartquest.



As an award winning author, Susan returned home in 2004, to her native Minnesota after serving for eight years with her husband and four children as missionaries with SEND International in Far East Russia. She now writes full time from Minnesota's north woods and the beautiful town that she always dreamed of living in.



You can sample a chapter of each and every one of Susan's novels, on her website, HERE.







ABOUT THE BOOK



PJ Sugar knows three things for sure:



1) After traveling the country for ten years hoping to shake free from the trail of disaster that's become her life, she needs a fresh start.



2) The last person she wants to see when she heads home for her sister's wedding is Boone-her former flame and the reason she left town.



3) Her best friend's husband absolutely did not commit the first murder Kellogg, Minnesota, has seen in more than a decade.



What PJ doesn't know is that when she starts digging for evidence, she'll uncover much more than she bargained for-a deadly conspiracy, a knack for investigation, and maybe, just maybe, that fresh start she's been longing for.



It's not fair to say that trouble happens every time PJ Sugar is around, but it feels that way when she returns to her home town, looking for a fresh start. Within a week, her former teacher is murdered and her best friend's husband is arrested as the number-one suspect. Although the police detective investigating the murder—who also happens to be PJ's former flame—is convinced it's an open-and-shut case, PJ's not so sure. She begins digging for clues in an effort to clear her friend’s husband and ends up reigniting old passions, uncovering an international conspiracy, and solving a murder along the way. She also discovers that maybe God can use a woman who never seems to get it right



If you would like to read the first chapter of Nothing But Trouble, go HERE

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Pack Meeting

Tonight ended up being the April Pack Meeting for Riley's Scout Troop.  I haven't been to his meetings in a while and guess I was confused as to what meeting it was.  He earned his bear badge tonight.  I didn't have my camera, only my phone, that I still haven't completely figured out -so, while I did get a couple of pictures, can't share them....LOL
He will be bridging up to Webelos I at the end of May and going to Day Camp sometime over the summer.

Wednesday ERRANDS!!

Lucky for me, Roger was able to go with me today and help me knock out most all of my errands.  We got our 4H meeting place for the fall set, Rog got a few things taken care of, we had lunch with his brother.  Piano lessons got canceled on us, which game us more time to get a few more things taken care of.
Had to run to the GS Office and get their things from Cookie Sales...now I am faced with the figuring out what belongs to who.  In the past, we have always taken the option of extra $$ over the silly little toys and such that are offered.  Well, this year, since there was some major changes at Council level, we didn't have a choice.  So, now I am faced with how to give my girls their prizes - one who just earned a bandanna thru one who was my top seller and earned several things - including a decent sized stuffed elephant.  How do I handle this? I am thinking I will buy gift bags that are all the same and just put all of their stuff down in there and hand them out at the end of the evening when they are walking out the door... Any suggestions?

Monday, April 27, 2009

FWC: Enduring Justice by Amy Wallace

This is one that I had on my list and was wanting to read ~ or at least I *thought* it was.  I haven't received this book,  so, if by chance I do end up with it, I will come back and review - if I don't ~ I am sharing anyways, because it sounded like a good read!
~christa~

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!



You never know when I might play a wild card on you!





Today's Wild Card author is:





and the book:


Multnomah Books (April 14, 2009)


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:






Amy Wallace is the author of Ransomed Dreams and Healing Promises, a homeschool mom, and self-confessed chocoholic. She is a graduate of the Gwinnett County Citizens Police Academy and a contributing author of several books including God Answers Moms’ Prayers and Chicken Soup for the Soul Healthy Living Series: Diabetes. She lives with her husband and three children in Georgia.



Visit the author's website.



Product Details:



List Price: $12.99

Paperback: 336 pages

Publisher: Multnomah Books (April 14, 2009)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1601420145

ISBN-13: 978-1601420145



AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:





The wall she’d built with years of secrecy started to crack.





Hanna Kessler wrapped trembling arms around her waist and stared through the glass door into her parents’ backyard. A place she’d avoided her whole stay. Sunlight danced in the still water of her mother’s koi pond and highlighted all the landscaping changes Dad had made since Mom’s death.





Hanna closed her eyes against warring memories of past and present. As a child, she’d loved feeding the beautiful orange fish and hearing Mom laugh as the koi swarmed to the food. Now the little pond area was the only bit of her mother remaining. Maybe that was why she’d glanced outside and then stood transfixed. She needed her mom now more than ever.





Swallowing hard, she opened her eyes and focused on Mom’s teakwood dolphin statue and the white rocks around the water, glinting in the late afternoon sun. She reached out to touch the warm glass but couldn’t force herself to open the door. Goose bumps trailed her arms and she shivered.





She couldn’t go outside.





But she had to do something. Had to get away. So she stumbled into the rustic living room, her favorite place in the house. The surrounding family snapshots reminded her of simpler times. Boating on Kentucky Lake. Thunder over Louisville. Playing at Iroquois Park. Times when Mom and Dad and her brother, Steven, had wrapped her in their protection and love.





The front door rattled, then creaked open. “Anyone home?” A man’s deep voice carried through the safe place she’d escaped to months ago. It wasn’t safe anymore.





But her frozen feet refused to move. Where could she hide? Footsteps thundered through the front hall, drawing closer. She had to get out.





Choking down the lump of panic in her throat, she ran back to the sliding glass doors and forced her feet to move outside, onto the concrete patio. She could get to her car from there. The keys! Turning back to the house, she focused on the tall form stepping out of the house and walking toward her.





“Hanna-girl, what’s gotten into you?”





Her brain snapped to attention. The man in front of her was no threat.





“Daddy!” She ran into his outstretched arms.





Andrew Kessler kissed the top of her head and chuckled. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost. Didn’t you get the message I left this morning?”





Heartbeat still pounding out of her rib cage, she inhaled a few deep breaths before answering. She hadn’t checked messages today. And no way could she admit she’d listened to most of the messages her family had left, never intending to return the calls. “I…I must have missed it. Sorry, Daddy.”





Try as she might to hide it, calling her father Daddy only happened when she was terrified. Or hiding. And she’d done a lot of hiding.





Dad stepped back and tilted his head, still holding her in his arms. “Well, I’m in Louisville for the weekend and had to see my girl. I miss you. So does everyone back in Alexandria.”





Even Michael? She wouldn’t ask. She had no right. Not after ignoring all the calls and letters he’d sent. The ones declaring his love even though she’d run away from everyone after her brother’s wedding. She couldn’t meet Dad’s eyes.





“Hanna, look at me.” He tilted her chin up. She fought to not pull away. “Steven asks about you every day. I’m surprised your brother and Clint and the rest of their FBI friends haven’t hightailed it up here to drag you home.”





“They wouldn’t.” Especially not Michael. Not after almost two months of her frosty silence.





Dad laughed again. He had no idea the pain his questions, his presence here, caused. “Steven’s planned it. So has Michael. But they’re waiting for you to come back, on your terms.” As if that would happen. “Susannah’s birthday party is a week from Saturday. Clint and the rest of us are praying you’ll come. Take pictures. Let us show you how much we love having you in Alexandria.”





A week from Saturday. The twenty-fifth of August. She wouldn’t be there. Couldn’t face Clint Rollins. Not after her negligence had nearly cost Clint’s son his life.





Tears slipped past her clenched eyes.





“Oh, honey.” Dad gathered her back into his arms. “No one blames you, Hanna. No one. You need to let the past go. Everyone is safe now. All the Rollins clan. Even Conor.”





So Sara’s baby was still alive. Just like Steven’s and Clint’s messages had said. Relief rushed through her, causing her knees to wobble. But other guilt arrows pierced her heart. All the lies she’d told Steven and Michael. Dad too. Clint’s son wasn’t the only reason she’d fled Alexandria.





“You’ll be there for Susannah’s party, right?” His hopeful blue eyes begged.





She pulled out of his arms and walked back into the house. Dad followed. “I…I need a Kleenex.” Searching through the oak cabinets in the kitchen didn’t produce any tissues. So she grabbed a paper towel from the counter. “What brings you in town? During our phone calls last week, you never mentioned coming home.”





“If I had, would you have been here?”





Ouch. “Yes, Daddy.” Another lie. “So are you here to check on the Mall St. Matthews coffee shop? I’ve been working there every day, just like you arranged. It’s going well.” And she was babbling.



“I’m here to meet with some old friends on Friday and talk about upcoming business opportunities.”



Old friends. The memories rushing in unbidden surfaced more tears. And more cracks in the wall of secrecy. She needed to get out of the house, out of the neighborhood. Now. Maybe then she could exhibit some self-control.





“Why don’t we grab a late lunch at the Cheesecake Factory? After your long drive you’re bound to be hungry, right?” She forced a smile.





“Okay, Hanna-girl.” He wiped away one of her stray tears. “On one condition.”





Please don’t ask about the party, Daddy. Please.





He lifted his bushy graying eyebrows. “Promise you’ll come back to us and take pictures at Susannah’s birthday party next week.”





The very thing she couldn’t do. How would she get out of this without telling more lies or spilling everything? She had to avoid that. Maybe one last fib would get her though the weekend with Dad.



Then she could find somewhere else to run.







Excerpted from Enduring Justice by Amy Wallace. Copyright© 2009 by Amy Nicole Wallace. Excerpted by permission of Multnomah Books, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.





http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1601420145



http://www.amywallace.com/ej_chapter.html First Two Chapters of Enduring Justice



http://www.amywallace.com/Newsletter.html Dark Chocolate Suspense Newsletter

Friday, April 24, 2009

Take me out to the ball game..

My mom called at 3:30 this afternoon.  She had won 4 free tickets to the Travelers Game and realized they were for tonight.  She was letting us have them if we wanted them.  SURE!!!
We had a great time ~ the kiddos had fun - I think the last time we went to a ball game was when they were 3 or 4 and we were in Houston and saw the Astros' play.  Well, a 'real' ballgame anyways - we supported our church last fall!
Most of the shots I got of the game were really blurry, however, here is one that turned out awesome:

 Samantha ~ as she realizes her picture is on the jumbotron scoreboard!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

FWC: So Not Happening by Jenny B Jones

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!



You never know when I might play a wild card on you!




Today's Wild Card author is:



and the book:

Thomas Nelson (May 5, 2009)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:








Jenny B. Jones writes adult and YA Christian Fiction with equal parts wit, sass, and untamed hilarity. When she's not writing, she's living it up as a high school speech teacher in Arkansas.





Visit the author's website.







Product Details:



List Price: $12.99

Reading level: Young Adult

Paperback: 352 pages

Publisher: Thomas Nelson (May 5, 2009)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1595545417

ISBN-13: 978-1595545411



AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:





One year ago my mom got traded in for a newer model.



And that’s when my life fell apart.



“Do you, Jillian Leigh Kirkwood . . .”



Standing by my mother’s side as she marries the man who is so not my dad, I suppress a sigh and try to wiggle my toes in these hideous shoes. The hideous shoes that match my hideous maid-of honor dress. I like to look at things on the bright side, but the only



positive thing about this frock is that I’ll never have to wear it again.



“. . . take Jacob Ralph Finley . . .”



Ralph? My new stepdad’s middle name is Ralph? Okay, do we need one more red flag here? My mom is marrying this guy, and I didn’t even know his middle name. Did she? I check her face for signs of revulsion, signs of doubt. Signs of “Hey, what am I thinking? I don’t want Jacob Ralph Finley to be my daughter’s new stepdad.”



I see none of these things twinkling in my mom’s crystal blue eyes. Only joy. Disgusting, unstoppable joy.



“Does anyone have an objection?” The pastor smiles and scans the small crowd in the Tulsa Fellowship Church. “Let him speak now or forever hold his peace.”



Oh my gosh. I totally object! I look to my right and lock eyes with Logan, the older of my two soon-to-be stepbrothers. In the six hours that I have been in Oklahoma preparing for this “blessed” event, Logan and I have not said five words to one another. Like we’ve mutually agreed to be enemies.



I stare him down.



His eyes laser into mine.



Do we dare?



He gives a slight nod, and my heart triples in beat.



“Then by the powers vested in me before God and the family and friends of—”



“No!”



The church gasps.



I throw my hands over my mouth, wishing the floor would swallow me.



I, Bella Kirkwood, just stopped my own mother’s wedding.



And I have no idea where to go from here. It’s not like I do this every day, okay? Can’t say I’ve stopped a lot of weddings in my sixteen years.



My mom swivels around, her big white dress making crunchy noises. She takes a step closer to me, still flashing her pearly veneers at the small crowd.



“What,” she hisses near my ear, “are you doing?”



I glance at Logan, whose red locks hang like a shade over his eyes. He nods again.



“Um . . . um . . . Mom, I haven’t had a chance to talk to you at all this week . . .” My voice is a tiny whisper. Sweat beads on my forehead.



“Honey, now is not exactly the best time to share our feelings and catch up.”



My eyes dart across the sanctuary, where one hundred and fifty people are perched on the edge of their seats. And it’s not because they’re anxious for the chicken platters coming their way after the ceremony.



“Mom, the dude’s middle name is Ralph.”



She leans in, and we’re nose to nose. “You just stopped my wedding and that’s what you wanted to tell me?”



Faint—that’s what I’ll do next time I need to halt a wedding.



“How well do you know Jake? You only met six months ago.”



Some of the heat leaves her expression. “I’ve known him long enough to know that I love him, Bella. I knew it immediately.”



“But what if you’re wrong?” I rush on, “I mean, I’ve only been around him a few times, and I’m not so sure. He could be a serial killer for all we know.” I can count on one hand the times I’ve been around Jake. My mom usually visited him when I was at my dad’s.



Her voice is low and hurried. “I understand this isn’t easy for you. But our lives have changed. It’s going to be an adventure, Bel.”



Adventure? You call meeting a man on the Internet and forcing me to move across the country to live with his family an adventure? An adventure is swimming with dolphins in the Caribbean. An adventure is touring the pyramids in Egypt. Or shopping at the Saks after-Thanksgiving sale with Dad’s credit card. This, I do believe, qualifies as a nightmare!



“You know I’ve prayed about this. Jake and I both have. We know this is God’s will for us. I need you to trust me, because I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”



A single tear glides down Mom’s cheek, and I feel my heart constrict. This time last year my life was so normal. So happy. Can I just hit the reverse button and go back?



Slowly I nod. “Okay, Mom.” It’s kind of hard to argue with “God says this is right.” (Though I happen to think He’s wrong.)



The preacher clears his throat and lifts a bushy black brow.



“You can continue,” I say, knowing I’ve lost the battle. “She had something in her teeth.” Yes, that’s the best I've got.



I. Am. An. Idiot.



“And now, by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Finley. You may kiss your bride.”



Nope. Can’t watch.



I turn my head as the “Wedding March” starts. Logan walks to my side, and I link my arm in his. Though we’re both going to be juniors, he’s a head taller than me. It’s like we’re steptwins. He grabs his six-year-old brother, Robbie, with his other hand, and off we go



in time to the music. Robbie throws rose petals all around us, giggling with glee, oblivious to the fact that we just witnessed a ceremony marking the end of life as we know it.



“Good job stopping the wedding.” Logan smirks. “Very successful.”



I jab my elbow into his side. “At least I tried! You did nothing!”



“I just wanted to see if you had it in you. And you don’t.”



I snarl in his direction as the camera flashes, capturing this day for all eternity.



Last week I was living in Manhattan in a two-story apartment between Sarah Jessica Parker and Katie Couric. I could hop a train to Macy’s and Bloomie’s. My friends and I could eat dinner at Tao and see who could count the most celebs. I had Broadway in my backyard



and Daddy’s MasterCard in my wallet.



Then my mom got married.



And I got a new life.



I should’ve paid that six-year-old to pull the fire alarm.



WHAT I HAVE TO SAY:  What a CUTE book!  I loved the story, and I felt for Bella ~ she struggled with the change!  Does she adjust?  Check this one out and see for yourself!

Monday, April 20, 2009

CFBA: The Reluctant Cowboy by Christine Lynxwiler




This week, the



Christian Fiction Blog Alliance



is introducing



Reluctant Cowgirl



Barbour Publishing (April 2009)



by



Christine Lynxwiler







ABOUT THE AUTHOR:





Chrisitine lives with her husband and two precious daughters in the foothills of the beautiful Ozark Mountains in her home state of Arkansas. Her greatest earthly joy is her family and, aside from doing God’s will, spending time with them is her top priority.



She recently took a break from writing romance to pen a Christmas story with a twist. Her Mom Lit novella, My True Love Gave to Me, is part of a 2 in 1 anthology from Barbour entitled All Jingled Out. It’s also included in Simply Christmas, a 4 in 1 Barbour anthology. One of my holiday highlights was seeing Simply Christmas at Sam’s Club a few weeks before Christmas.



She has written two other novellas, both romance, which are included in Barbour anthologies, City Dreams, and Prairie County Fair and a serial for the Heartsong Presents book club newsletter – The Carousel Horse. The Carousel Horse can be read in its entirety on the Heartsong website, and you can read excerpts from all of her other books on her website, HERE



In 2003, Christine was honored by being voted #2 Favorite New Author by the Heartsong Presents Book Club members!







ABOUT THE BOOK



Actress Crytal McCord gave up the closeness of her big family in order to make a name for herself on the New York City stage. But when life in the Big Apple turns sour, she follows a country road back to her parents Arkansas ranch.



The last thing she expects to find in cowboy country is a new leading man. Still, she can't help but imagine handsome rancher Jeremy Buchanan in the role.



Unfortunately, Jeremy's been burned by Crystal's type before. Or has he? Every time he thinks he knows her, the multi-faceted woman surprises him. Will the reluctant pair allow their hearts to guide them, or will their common stubborn pride keep them miles apart?



If you would like to read the first chapter of Reluctant Cowgirl, go HERE

WHAT I HAVE TO SAY: This was a really cute book.  And MOST of it takes place here in Arkansas!!  LOL.  This was a great Sunday afternoon, curl up and read in front of the fire book.  However, I made it a great curl up on the back porch swing and read in the spring breeze!  Loved it!

Friday, April 17, 2009

FWC: Fatal Illusions by Adam Blumer

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!



You never know when I might play a wild card on you!




Today's Wild Card author is:



and the book:

Kregel Publications (March 5, 2009)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:








Adam Blumer graduated from Bob Jones University with a degree in a print journalism. Since childhood he has been writing stories and has since been published in a variety of periodicals. He lives in Michigan with his wife and their two daughters.



Visit the author's website.



Product Details:



List Price: $14.99

Paperback: 400 pages

Publisher: Kregel Publications (March 5, 2009)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 0825420989

ISBN-13: 978-0825420986







AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:





Prologue



As dusk settled over the suburban Cincinnati neighborhood, the sodium-vapor lights along the quiet street blinked and came to life on cue. They chased the shadows from the grade school parking lot, now littered with dried leaves that scraped across the pavement and swirled in their seasonal dance of joy.



Across the way, a man in a jet-black jogging suit eased behind a tree and checked his watch as the chilly breeze tousled his hair. He breathed deeply, noting the intoxicating aroma of burning leaves, and impatiently studied the faces of the pedestrians now strolling toward the school auditorium. Anxious children tugged at reluctant parents, their excitement barely contained.



“Yes, yes,” he overheard a woman tell a child. “We’ll get there in plenty of time. No need to rush.”



He smiled. He had been that overzealous child once, but that was a long time ago. He’d grown up, things had changed, and not every change had been welcome.



His smile faded as he continued to search for a certain bespectacled face. He’d been watching her for weeks and knew everything about her: when she got up in the morning, when she went to bed, where she went each day, how she spent her time. He even knew she was failing English for the second time, even after her teacher had given her a two-week extension on her term paper. Going through her trash, he’d discovered her addiction to Snickers bars, her affection for Ruffles potato chips and cream soda, and her preference for Pantene shampoo, which added luster to the blond hair she wore long and wavy.



A familiar red nylon jacket caught his eye, and he sucked in his breath. Concealing himself further behind the tree, he waited for her to pass.



Hmm. She was so close. He could have reached out, could have touched her hair. But he steadied his breathing and let the moment pass, deciding that reason must win the battle with emotion. There were simply too many people around who might see him and remember his face. He watched as she strolled into the school with her two charges in tow, carefree and unsuspecting.



Just the way he wanted her.



He took another deep breath, surprised by how calm he felt tonight. He knew what he needed to do and realized he had the resolve to execute his plan. Now all he needed was the opportunity, but waiting had never been easy for him. He could hear his mother’s chiding words strumming across the strings of his memory.



You’re so impatient, Donny. So restless. Don’t you know that good things come to those who wait?



Time to get inside.



***



Someone was watching her. For weeks, she’d felt unseen eyes following her every move. Evaluating. Judging. But when she would whirl around, no one was ever there—just brittle leaves scudding across the empty sidewalks.



“C’mon, you two. Hurry up.”



Clutching their hands with icy fingers, Erin yanked Daphne and Thomas along to match her stride. It was bad enough that she was stuck taking care of these first-grade brats on a Friday night. Worse, the evening’s entertainment promised to be a childish, elementary school musical, and she had better things to do with her time.



She’d been planning to give Sheryl a cut and dye job tonight. Her hairdressing service brought in more money than babysitting, but her mom had said she owed the Spensers a favor.



Yeah, whatever.



Erin wished for her father right now. Divorced from her mom and recently remarried, he had moved three states away, leaving them with the mortgage and a barely enough paycheck from her mom’s job as a nighttime gas station attendant. Her mom had said he was a no-good lowlife, that they were better off without him, but Erin wasn’t so sure. She had fond memories of her dad taking her ice-skating, just the two of them. He had shown her the spins he’d mastered as a young man, when he had almost qualified for the Olympics.



Almost. Dreams are never easy, he’d told her. You have to work hard and never, ever give up.



One more year and she would graduate from high school. Maybe then she could free herself from her mother’s stranglehold and open the beautician’s shop she’d always wanted.



The lights of Bridgetown Elementary glimmered against the darkening sky, the crisp wind swirling the leaves at her feet. She wished she’d worn her jean jacket instead of the thin, red windbreaker. She pushed her wire rim glasses up on her nose and glanced at her watch, realizing that in her reverie she’d slowed her stride.



“C’mon, we’re going to be late if you two don’t hurry,” she said.



“Slow down!” Daphne cried. “We can’t keep up.”



Erin peered down into Daphne’s frustrated hazel eyes. “Look, I’ll let you wear my watch if you’ll get a move on.”



Daphne squealed. “Cool!”



Though they were five minutes late, the program hadn’t yet started. But Erin realized that they should have come much earlier if they’d wanted to get a good seat. The place was packed, and she didn’t see an open row anywhere.



Biting her lip, she spied a friend coming down the aisle toward her. Laurie was a stagehand—and, as it happened, she was also the solution to their problem. She had been saving seats for her mother and sisters, but they’d all been waylaid by food poisoning or something, and wouldn’t be coming.



Three seats. Right in front. Perfect.



Erin couldn’t help smiling smugly as Laurie escorted them to the front row like celebrities at the Academy Awards, minus the red carpet pre-show, of course. She felt the indignant glares drilling into her back from those who had arrived a half hour early to get their seats. She felt a rush of pleasure at the realization that she was the cause of their indignation.



Let them sulk. Sometimes good things happen when you least expect it.



Her mind replayed a similar thrill she’d felt just a month ago, when she’d been summoned to give testimony in a big court case downtown.



***



She’d done up her hair special, dry-cleaned her special navy twin set, and worn her new high-heeled shoes, which made her short, lithe figure seem several inches taller. Approaching the stand, she had, for once in her life, felt important; felt as if every eye in the room was glued to her, mesmerized by this long-haired, blonde goddess with the porcelain skin and sapphire blue eyes. She hadn’t realized until later how important her testimony had been.



“And you saw the defendants enter Margaret Stowe’s house?” Stan Loomis, the prosecuting attorney, had asked.



“That’s right.”



“And you’re sure it was Walter and Virginia Owens. You’re positive?”



“Yes, sir.”



“Remember, Miss Walker, you are under oath. You saw their faces?”



She had bitten her lip as she tried to remember.



She had just finished house-sitting for Mrs. Stowe, as another way to make some extra money. The old lady was loaded. She had said good night to Mrs. Stowe and had walked off, feeling giddy at the sizable check. Almost to her car, she’d dropped her keys and bent to pick them up. Hearing voices, she’d glanced back and had seen two people walking up the sidewalk to Mrs. Stowe’s front door.



A man and a woman, wearing long, dark overcoats. They had looked wealthy. The man had placed his black-gloved hand at the middle of the woman’s back.



“You don’t think she’ll mind?” the woman had asked, a musical quality to her husky voice. “It’s late.”



“You’re right. It is late. Too late.” The man’s voice had sounded rough, like a smoker’s. “She can’t turn us away now.”



Standing beside her car, Erin had watched as the man knocked. When the door opened, a band of light had slashed across their faces for an instant before they disappeared inside.



Staring unflinchingly at Stan Loomis, she had said, “Yes, it was them. I’m sure of it.” She’d pushed away the fact that the encounter at Mrs. Stowe’s house had occurred the week before she’d gotten her new glasses.



“For the benefit of the jury, would you please point out who you saw?”



Her hand had trembled as she pointed to the pale-faced Owenses, who sulked beside their defense attorney. They didn’t flinch. They didn’t move. But their eyes—they hated her. They wanted her dead. Ever since, those eyes had stared back at her in her dreams.



Those dark, hateful eyes.



WHAT I HAVE TO SAY:  WOW!  This was a great book!  It kept me on the edge until the end!!  A must read!!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Destination Disney: Magic Kingdom ~ Frontier Land

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This week, Heidi took us back to Magic Kingdom to Frontier Land.  I have to say my FAVORITE ride ever of all times in in Frontierland.  I am a HUGE roller coaster fan, I ride any roller coaster at least once, anytime we go anywhere.  Big Thunder Mountain Railroad rates as the NUMBER ONE FAVORITE in my book over all roller coasters! 

Oh, and there are other fun things to do in this area of the park.  We didn't care for Splash Mountain.  I mean, it was ok, glad we all rode it...but not one we would stand in line for very long. 
While we were there in June, we came around the corner in time to get caught up in Woody's Round-Up Parade.  We stopped and watched/participated in that - great fun for the kiddos!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Tuesday ~ back to the 1850's

Monday was a busy day because we need to do a *little* work ahead...because Tuesday, we had a REALLY COOL field trip. We visited Historic Arkansas Museum and took a trip to the 1850's!!  The tour we took was Living Log Cabin.  We went out to the yard - since they didn't have phones, they just yelled at each other - Hello in the house - and if they were welcome to come it, you heard a Hello in the yard.  We were invited in. 
The first chore was churning butter.  The kiddos all got a turn to churn (mine didn't go up there and take their turn).  The ladies taught them a song to sing while they were churning, to help keep the rhythm.  Once everyone had a turn, we were split into two groups - our group learned about their clothes.  They only had a couple of dresses and they made their own clothes.  We passed around cotton, silk worm, and some dirty wool.  The kiddos all got to card wool and keep what they 'cleaned'.  They also got to watch the lady work the spinning wheel. 
Our next stop, everyone was back together, they made cornbread!  The kiddos all got a turn doing something to help with the process.  Then, they raked a few hot coals out of the fire place onto the brick and set the dutch oven on it and covered it with a few more hot coals. 
While our cornbread was cooking, we split up again and our group got to make candles.  They took turns dipping their wick in the wax and making a small birthday size candle. 
The cornbread was yummy! And our tour was over.  We ate at the museum, then a few of us stayed around to tour part of the museum.  We missed some of it, because we weren't there at tour time....
I have pictures, and I will post them soon!

CFBA: The Secret by Beverly Lewis




This week, the



Christian Fiction Blog Alliance



is introducing



The Secret



(Bethany House May 1, 2009)



by



Beverly Lewis







ABOUT THE AUTHOR:



Not until her own children were well into middle school did Bev seek to publish her work, first in magazines such as Highlights for Children, Dolphin Log, and Guideposts for Kids. Her first book followed in 1993—Mountain Bikes and Garbanzo Beans—presently retitled Big Bad Beans (book #22 in the popular CUL-DE-SAC KIDS series of chapter books—see list of Bev's children's books).



Beverly's first venture into adult fiction is the best-selling trilogy, THE HERITAGE OF LANCASTER COUNTY, including The Shunning, a suspenseful saga of Katie Lapp, a young Amish woman drawn to the modern world by secrets from her past. The book is loosely based on the author's maternal grandmother, Ada Ranck Buchwalter, who left her Old Order Mennonite upbringing to marry a Bible College student. One Amish-country newspaper claimed Beverly's work to be "a primer on Lancaster County folklore" and offers "an insider's view of Amish life."



Booksellers across the country, and around the world, have spread the word of Bev's tender tales of Plain country life. A clerk in a Virginia bookstore wrote, "Beverly's books have a compelling freshness and spark. You just don't run across writing like that every day. I hope she'll keep writing stories about the Plain people for a long, long time."



A member of the National League of American Pen Women, as well as a Distinguished Alumnus of Evangel University, Lewis has written over 80 books for children, youth, and adults, many of them award-winning. She and her husband, David, make their home in Colorado, where they enjoy hiking, biking, and playing with their three grandchildren. They are also avid musicians and fiction "book worms."













ABOUT THE BOOK



In the seemingly ordinary Amish home of Grace Byler, secrets abound. Why does her mother weep in the night? Why does her father refuse to admit something is dreadfully wrong? Then, in one startling moment, everything Grace assumed she knew is shattered.



Her mother's disappearance leaves Grace reeling and unable to keep her betrothal promise to her long-time beau. Left to pick up the pieces of her life, Grace questions all she has been taught about love, family, and commitment.



Heather Nelson is an English grad student, stunned by a doctor's diagnosis. Surely fate would not allow her father to lose his only daughter after the death of his wife a few years before. In denial and telling no one she is terminally ill, Heather travels to Lancaster County-- the last place she and her mother had visited together.



Will Heather find healing for body and spirit? As the lives of four wounded souls begin to weave together like an Amish patchwork quilt, they each discover missing pieces of their life puzzles--and glimpse the merciful and loving hand of God.



If you would like to read the first chapter of The Secret, go HERE
WHAT I HAVE TO SAY:  I don't know if the weather is distracting me or what, but this was another book that I was confused from the beginning about the characters.  I tried hard to keep up with this one and follow along, but I just couldn't. 
That being said, I am sure it is a great book -after all, it is by Beverly Lewis.  I haven't read anything by her that I didn't just love!  I am putting this back in my 'need to read' pile and going to try  it again at a later date.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

FWC: Go Back and Be Happy by Julie Papievis

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!



You never know when I might play a wild card on you!




Today's Wild Card author is:



and the book:

Monarch Books (November 4, 2008)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:




In Julie Papievis' words:



Traumatic brain injury is the number one killer of persons under the age of 44. Every twenty one seconds, someone suffers a traumatic brain injury (TBI) in the United States. As a result, 5.3 million Americans are living with a disability from TBI. This non-discriminatory injury changes life in an instant.



On May 10, 1993 my life was changed forever because someone ran a red light. Featured on Lifetime's "Beyond Chance", CNN, Woman's Day Magazine, and top ranked WB's WGN News, my story is gaining national attention. After a life-threatening car accident, I suffered a severe brain stem injury and medically died, rating a "3", the lowest number possible on the Glascow Coma Scale. According to medical experts, 96% of the people with such a severe injury either die or remain permanently comatose. The few who survive typically face a non-functional life. I completely beat the odds even though I remained in a coma for over a month.



Paralyzed and unconscious, I was transferred to the locked brain injury wing of a rehabilitation facility, where I awakened with vivid memories of my near death experience. During "death" I saw my grandmothers in heaven. They instructed me to "Go back and be happy" and assured me that my body would heal. Although medical experts said I would never walk again, or be able to take care of myself, I didn't listen. I believed the words of my grandmothers.



Through extensive therapy, I relearned how to stand, walk, and swallow. However, I faced the daunting challenge of facing the able-bodied world as a disabled person. After overcoming paralysis and battling severe depression, I embraced my gift of recovery as a true miracle.



In 1999, I ran in a 5K race near Chicago on Mother's Day! In February 2007, I completed my first triathlon. I have become an advocate for other survivors looking for hope and guidance. I work with the Brain Injury Association of Illinois, the Spinal Cord Injury Association of Illinois, and am a peer advisor to the Midwest Brain Injury Clubhouse. As a VIP member (voice for injury prevention) for the national program of ThinkFirst, I speak to students about injury prevention and safe driving. I volunteer at the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago in their Peer Support Program. I currently work part time as a community relations advisor for a top Chicago law firm.



I hope my story of faith and determination offers an inspirational and practical approach to dealing with sudden changes in life. Like an oyster, I transformed the unexpected "grit" in my life into a precious pearl.





Visit the author's website.





Product Details:



List Price: $12.99

Paperback: 192 pages

Publisher: Monarch Books (November 4, 2008)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 0825462762

ISBN-13: 978-0825462764



AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:





A Wrecked Life: May 10, 1993 at 6:55 p.m.



Pulling her short brown hair, Toni Rapach screamed over the blaring song on the car radio, “Honk your horn, TJ! Hurry! Honk your horn!”



The couple watched in disbelief as a large burgundy Oldsmobile Cutlass ran a red light and violently struck the driver’s side of a small, white Mazda sports car turning left out of a shopping mall in a Chicago suburb.



Toni jumped from her car and shouted “Somebody call 911!”



An older couple raced toward the accident scene. The wife shouted over to Toni, “We’re calling 911 right now on our cell phone, and my husband’s a doctor!” In 1993, a mobile phone was not a common item.



Toni burst into tears when she looked into the Mazda and saw an unconscious young woman with a mane of blonde hair. She watched helplessly as the woman’s head lay against the chest as if it was disconnected from her body. Toni turned around and shouted, “Please somebody help!” “This poor girl and her family,” she sobbed. “They will never be the same.”



The gathering crowd rushed to the crumpled car and tried to open the driver’s door which was streaked with burgundy paint from the Oldsmobile. The forceful impact left both axles broken on the Mazda. A man ran to the other side of the car and managed to climb into the tangled debris. As he reached behind to pick up the young woman’s head, the doctor instructed, “Don’t move her.”



“I’m an off-duty paramedic,” the man answered in a calm and confident manner. “I know what I’m doing.”



“Go ahead then. I’m here if you need anything.”



The off-duty paramedic happened to be a block away from the accident scene getting his tires fixed. He lifted the woman’s head from her chest and cleared the airway so oxygen could pass to the brain. At 6:57 p.m., just two minutes after the accident, firefighters and paramedics arrived in a whir of sirens and flashing lights. Realizing the severity of the accident, Lieutenant Jim Streu radioed in a call to the station, “Extrication equipment is needed at the scene. Send in the fire truck.”



Paramedics Greg Sauchuk and Randy Deicke leaped out of Ambulance 61. Racing to the scene with his first aid box, Greg said, “Oh, man. This is really bad.”



They faced a “Trauma Red” and time was a major concern. Two minutes of the “Golden Hour” had already ticked away. Comprehensive medical treatment within that golden hour was imperative to offer any hope. Opening the first aid box, Greg removed some medical instruments to assess the woman’s condition. He recognized his off-duty paramedic friend who was holding the woman’s neck from the back seat of the car. Chips of sparkling glass surrounded the Mazda like Mardi Gras beads. Reaching through the blown out window, Greg said, “Tom, how did you manage to even climb into this pretzel? Thanks for stabilizing her neck and clearing the airway.”



Greg checked the woman’s breathing and said, “Amazing. I feel a pulse. She doesn’t need CPR.”



Lifting the woman’s eyelids, Greg checked the pupils with a small flashlight. They didn’t react. “Pupils dilated and fixed,” Greg reported to Randy and then shouted, “Hey, Miss! Can you hear me?!”



The woman remained silent. With his large six foot three, 245 pound frame, Greg pressed his fist into the woman’s chest. She didn’t even flinch.



“Patient is unresponsive to pain with sternum rub,” Greg said. “She scores a 3.” Greg rated the woman on the Glasgow Coma Scale, a quick, practical and standardized system developed in 1975 for assessing the level of consciousness and predicting the ultimate outcome of a coma. A three was the lowest score out of a possible fifteen.



“I’ll check her vitals,” Randy said as he wrapped the vinyl cuff around the woman’s arm to check for blood pressure. He placed the stethoscope on the inner arm and pumped the rubber ball. No reading. He tried again. “I can’t even hear the blood flow,” Randy said and shook his head while placing his fingertips on the woman’s artery to check for a pulse. “Patient’s palpable blood pressure is only eighty. Not good. Looks like a traumatic brain injury. Probably brain stem. Elevated heart rate is 120. This is bad guys. She’s in shock. Possible internal damage. After this car door is off, let’s do a ‘scoop and run.’”



Within a minute, the fire truck arrived with the “jaws of life” equipment. Al Green, another paramedic was also on the truck along with firefighter, Tony Pascolla. Tony lifted the forty pound Hurst equipment and steadied the hydraulic spreader as he ripped open the car door from its hinges. “I’ll be done in two minutes,” Tony shouted over the loud noise.



The paramedics decided against calling a helicopter since time was essential. Due to the severity of injuries, they agreed to take the woman to a Level I Trauma Center instead of the nearest hospital. Loyola University Medical Center in Maywood, Illinois was fourteen miles away. They knew that neurosurgeon, Dr. John Shea was her only hope. The ambulance left the scene at 7:12 p.m and arrived at 7:25 p.m. Randy, Greg and Al pulled the stretcher out of the ambulance and ran into the emergency entrance to hand the woman over to the trauma team. “She’s posturing!” Randy said. They watched as the woman started extending her arms and legs in primitive reflexes, a sign that her body could not regulate itself. She then urinated all of the water from her body, soaking the stretcher, and started agonal breathing, the last breaths taken before dying.



As Greg walked back with Randy and Al toward the ambulance, he glanced over his shoulders at the lifeless body being carted away by the trauma team. “Dear God,” he prayed. “Please help her through this. Just help her through this.” He climbed into the driver’s seat and left the hospital. He’d seen it before. He knew firsthand that traumatic brain injury is the number one killer of people forty-four years old and younger.



WHAT I HAVE TO SAY:  Oh my, what a sad book.  I cried during almost the entire thing.  But, at the same time, what an inspiration Julie is.  Talk about showing your faith!  If you are even at a point where you are not feeeling your faith is as strong as it should be, read Julie's book!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Alive, alive, alive forever more...

That was the song that our praise team shared with us this morning...and the one that I have been singing all day!  Love that song!
Rog got up early this morning to go pull the yoyo's and said they were going to fish and he would do his best to be home in time for church.  The kiddos got up, found a bible cover in their Easter Baskets. Riley couldn't figure out what he was going to do with a lunch box...LOL...they found some eggs, then we had cinnamon-raisin rolls for breakfast - complements of a trip around the cake walk!  We were all ready to go to church and Rog walked in the door.  He got ready and was able to go with us!!  It was about that time that the rain started falling....and it never let up!
After church, we came home for a bite of lunch and to make some mac and cheese for our dinner.  Rog ended up going on a couple of rescue calls, then we headed out to grandpa's - in the rain.  The kiddos were going to have an egg hunt there, but it didn't happen.  We had a wonderful dinner and had a great time visiting and hanging out with the family. 
Mom, Dad and Chelle, along with a couple of friends came over and we played Rage.  We really need to spread out and find a new game - we are about to wear those cards out.  Next time Rog is at the station, we will be teaching our friends how to play canasta - Rog hates it.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Easter Saturday

Wow, this morning started off rough.  Rog was going to bring home stuff for me to throw together a few more things for the cake walk.  He called on his way home - right after the fire tones went off- said he was going on that call - he would be home soon.  He walked in the door about 25 minutes before we needed to leave - and remembered that I need the things in his car for the bake sale...it was too late.
We headed off to the Annual Easter Egg Hunt and Cake Walk at the church.  They 'hide' about 5000 eggs for the kiddos, then we have a quiz contest and then the cake walk.  Even though I only shared a measley 2 dozen brownies, there was PLENTY of goodies.  All families walked away with ALOT of stuff.  Samantha and I won plenty of goodies...I am not sure how exactly we are going to eat all of this...plus all the candy that came in their portion of the 5000 eggs....
My Girl Scouts met me at the nursing home and we delivered all the bunny and chickie eggs that we made last night.  Some of the ladies were so precious.  The girls really felt good about doing that.  I was proud, all of them were there!  That seems to be rare for our group, well, for any group of scouts really.  While Samantha and I were gone, Rog and Riley went fishing.  They got back about the same time we did.  Didn't catch anything though....
Rog made me dinner - homemade chicken strips - my favorite!  Then, he and Samantha and a couple of friends headed out to fish again - they ended up catching 6 small fish.  They also left out some yoyo's or something that they are going back out in the morning and getting.  Riley and I hung out here - I tried to get him to play a game or two with me, but since I am not interested in Lego Batman for the Wii - then I don't rank...LOL...
We got the kiddos settled and all for the night, time to pull out the Easter Baskets - I think they will be excited about them....I shall share tomorrow!

Friday, April 10, 2009

Good Friday

Today started out at a typical school around here, we started out with history, got thru one chapter and they decided since we only had two more chapters to go, we would finish today.  Then, my neighbor called.  It is an elderly couple and they love the kiddos, she had dyed eggs with her grandkids and wanted to know if we wanted the dye.  We ran over to get the dye from her and she asked if the kiddos could stay and make bird's nest with them.  I said sure, but to come home when they finished so we could eat lunch.  A little later the phone rang, Mr. Neighbor had come home with a pizza and they wanted the kiddos to stay.  SO, they ate pizza with the neighbors.
Once they got home, we finished up history - for the year!!! YAY!!!  They played math games on the computer and then went outside to play.
We made chicken pot pie for dinner and while it was cooking, we did a speed clean on the house.  The Girl Scouts came over and we made Easter crafts for a nursing home.  Here is what my table looked like at one point tonight:

And here was our finished products:
The girls finished these up and went out back to play.  They had a good time, and a couple were sad to go.  We decided we would start having more 'hang out' time in addition to the meetings.
My kiddos are in bed, reading right now. I am thinking they have a good idea.  As soon as I finish up stuff for the cake walk in the morn, I am headed there as well!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

CFBA: Chasing Charity by Marcia Gruver




This week, the



Christian Fiction Blog Alliance



is introducing



Chasing Charity



Barbour Publishing (April 2009)



by



Marcia Gruver







ABOUT THE AUTHOR:



Marcia Gruver is a full time writer who hails from Southeast Texas. Inordinately enamored by the past, Marcia delights in writing historical fiction. Her deep south-central roots lend a Southern-comfortable style and a touch of humor to her writing.



Awarded a three book contract by Barbour Publishing for full-length historical fiction, Marcia is busy these days pounding on the keyboard and watching the deadline clock. Diamond Duo, the first installment in the trilogy entitled Texas Fortunes, is scheduled for release in October 2008.



Marcia won third place in the 2007 ACFW Genesis contest and third in the 2004 ACFW Noble Theme contest. Another entry in 2004 finished in the top ten. She placed second in the 2002 Colorado Christian Writer’s contest for new authors, securing a spot in an upcoming compilation book. “I Will Never Leave Thee,” in For Better, For Worse—Devotional Thoughts for Married Couples, was released by Christian Publications in January 2004.



She’s a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, Fellowship of Christian Writers, and The Writers View—and a longstanding member of ACFW Crit3 and Seared Hearts, her brilliant and insightful critique groups.



Lifelong Texans, Marcia and her husband, Lee, have one daughter and four sons. Collectively, this motley crew has graced them with ten grandchildren and one great-granddaughter—so far.





ABOUT THE BOOK





When, in full view of family and friends, Charity Bloom's fiance leaves her stranded at the altar and takes off with her best friend, Charity is humiliated. How will this raven-haired beauty ever recover from losing both her betrothed and best friend on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life?



When tall, handsome roughneck Buddy Pierce finds oil on Charity's mama's land, he hopes to free the Blooms from their poverty-stricken state. But will Buddy find the real treasure lies above ground-in Charity herself?



Ruing the day he left his fiancee for Emily Dane, Daniel Clark is determined to recapture Charity's affection. But can he remove the three things that stand in his way-a manipulative mama, a spurned lover, and the stranger at his ex-fiancee's side?



When Daniel re-stakes his claim on Charity's heart, tongues wag and minds speculate amid schemes and scandals in Humble, Texas. Whom will she choose-the handsome roughneck or the deceitful rouge?



If you would like to read the first chapter of Chasing Charity, go HERE
WHAT I HAD TO SAY:  This was a good book.  It rates about the middle out of all the ones I have read.  I enjoyed reading it, and following Charity during this time in her life.  It was an easy, Saturday afternoon book.  I do recommend it for those who like to pick up a book and read it in one sitting.

Thursday ~

We woke up with weather threatening storms today.  We kept our eye on it, but they didn't hit until about 10pm. 
The kiddos played TimezAttack and we read 2 chapters in our history.  I sent them out to play for a while, so I could fix lunch.  After a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches (each) we loaded up with our mud boots, several towels and an extra change of clothes and headed out for a field trip to Two Pines Landfill.  I grew up calling this place 'the dump', but apparently, it is not PC to say dump anymore, so we must call it THE LANDFILL.  My children wasted no time correcting me each time I goofed!
Riley, Chunky and I were excited about this trip - Samantha and Roger, not so much. (Hey, if he is home, he gets to participate!!). We were divided up into two groups and we went inside and learned about the layers of the landfill.  From there, the kiddos all got to make a Landfill Pie. 
In a clear cup, they layered graham crackers (dirt) pudding (tarp) licorice (pipes used to vacuum the methane gas out) more graham crackers (to protect the pipe) then the trash - rice puffs (to show the 40% of paper that is trashed) fruit loops (all the metal) and a mixture of nerds, coconut and mini m&m's (for the rest of the trash).  After that, we got a layer of chocolate sprinkles (for the small stuff, like what you sweep up and throw away).  Then it (rained) chocolate syrup, then a final layer of pudding (dirt), some sprinkles (for the grass) and a few more licorice sticks (because the pipes stick up).  The kiddos had a great time and really enjoyed the dessert! 
After we finished up inside, we caravan out to the plant.  There at Two Pines, they have a plant that takes the methane gas and turns it into electricity. They produce enough electricity at the 'landfill' for 4500 homes in our area.  From there, we got to go 'behind the lines' and out to the actual zone they are filling right now.  We watched the dump trucks bring it in and DUMP it and the bulldozer spread it around, the compactor smash it down to 2 feet deep and the final bulldozing cover it with the 6 inches of dirt.  There were lots of questions - and we learned a lot.  The drivers of the equipment are trained each week on the driving.  They know exactly how deep the 2 feet of compacted trash is and how much is 6 inches when it comes to the dirt.  They cover the trash each night with dirt to help cut down on the smell and the spreading (by weather or creatures). 
At the end of the tour, the kiddos all got goodie bags.  I asked for a couple more bags- they are the mesh kind that are great for the grocery shopping. There were some fun stuff in there for the kiddos, but I didn't need that stuff!!  The whole tour took about 2 hours, but it was a really great trip!  The coordinator of this trip is going to set up something to go to a recycling place and tour that next as a follow up!!
We came home and I made tater--tot casserole for dinner, along with some carrots...there were no left overs...I am going to have to make a bigger pan next time!! 
I had a Ladies Auxiliary meeting, we are finalizing plans for an Open House. I came home with a nice to do list for this next week...in addition to everything else we have going next week! 
Well, I am signing off here and we are going to watch Ed bring the storms to us!  Pray for no major weather for us!

Destination Disney: Typhoon Lagoon

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Well, here is another one that I can't help with. We have never ventured out to the water parks while visiting there.  Please share if you have!

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

CFBA: My Son, John by Kathi Macias




This week, the



Christian Fiction Blog Alliance



is introducing



My Son, John



(Sheaf House Publishers April 2009)



by



Kathi Macias







ABOUT THE AUTHOR:



Kathi Macias is an award-winning author of more than twenty fiction and nonfiction books. She has also ghostwritten and collaborated on books for a number of well-known individuals. She is a staff member for The Christian Communicator Manuscript Critique Service and a member of The Christian Proofreaders and Editors Network, Christian Authors Network, American Christian Fiction Writers, Christian Writers Fellowship International, Advanced Writers/Speakers Association, for who she serves as membership chair, and orange County Christian Writers Fellowship. She is the 2008 winner of AWSA’s Golden Scroll Award.



A Former newspaper columnist and string reporter, Macias is a credentialed minister and served as an associate pastor at a large church in Southern California, where she did biblical counseling, trained small group leaders, and oversaw support/recovery ministries. She is a popular speaker at churches, women’s clubs and retreats, and writers’ conferences, and has appeared on several radio and TV programs.







ABOUT THE BOOK





Murder.



Could there be a more chilling word?



Could it be any more horrible than to have a loved one killed, brutally and heartlessly, without obvious reason or motive?



When Liz Peterson's elderly mother is found viciously beaten to death in her home, Liz and her husband, Charles, along with their grown son, John, and teenage daughter, Sarah, are horrified beyond words. Their previously predictable, respectable lives seem to have vanished without a trace, as they struggle to make sense of a senseless act.



And then a second blow-more devastating, if possible, than the first-rocks them to their core. John is arrested for his grandmother's murder. As what's left of the Peterson family begins to crumble under the weight of loss and accusation, the Petersons' longstanding Christian faith is put to the test in a way they could never have imagined, and unconditional love is stretched to its limits. Will family ties and relationships withstand such a crushing blow, or will evil succeed in dividing and conquering this once close and inseparable family?



Watch the chilling trailer!!







If you would like to read the first chapter of My Son, John, go HERE
WHAT I HAVE TO SAY: WoW!  This was one that caught and kept my attention!  I cannot imagine being in Liz's shoes.  What a trying time to go thru.  I was really worried about her at one point.  I hate giving away endings or spoilers as to what direction the book may go, so I will just say - you need to read this one!!

Wednesday

Today was a typical errand day...took care of some things I needed to do. 
Riley and I sat out on the porch while Samantha practiced piano, and then Samantha and I hung out in the car while Riley played guitar.  We ran and grabbed some groceries, then home for a few minutes before church.
Roger wasn't home, so we didn't have our date night, so I threw some potatoes in the oven and let them cook while I was at church and we had baked potatoes and watch Idol when we both got home. 
We had a long day today and have a busy day planned tomorrow!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Old Schoolhoue Store

I am not one to spend extra money on magazines.  I have picked up a couple of different ones over time, but have never been able to justify the expense, so have never had a subscription to any of them.  However, there is a website that I do enjoy! The Old Schoolhouse. While I do not currently subscribe to the magazine, I am on the list for almost all of their e Newsletters. In addition to the newsletters, The Old Schoolhouse has many great articles and resources on their site.  Two of their resources is the Schoolhouse Store and Product Reviews. 
One of the latest that they are offering in the Schoolhouse Store is WeE-books.  They are short and sweet helpers!  I have read a few of them and really enjoyed them.  They were an easy read, something I was able to do while I sat down with lunch, or after the kiddos went to bed!
The first one I read was Summertime Blues.  It was almost hard (and sad) to read, considering it is only 45* outside, but I did read it...and I liked it!  The first thing it talks about is -If Mamma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy - and how true this old statement is.  Take some mom time!  Turn the kiddos loose to play and just relax!  Ignore things that normally consume your time and just relax.  Best way to start off the summer!  It goes on to talk about all the fun things that go along with summer time, and how that even some of them are educational and we can sneak in a little schooling!! 
Another WeE-Book that I enjoyed was Simplifying Classical Education. I really like the 'idea' of classical education, but sometimes feel like it is 'too much' for me to take in, let alone relay some of the info to the kiddos!  Reading thru Simplifying Classical Education made me rethink about things and to realize that I don't have to make it that hard.  I plan to go back and re-read my Well Trained Mind and give Teaching the Trivium another try and see if we can work more towards a classical education.
After reading the WeE-Book on Classical Education, and the section on The Great Books, I thought I would check out The Great Books WeE-Book.   I will admit, the eBook was not what I thought it was going to be.  I was thinking it was going to be a list or something of 'The Great Books', but it was not.  I did read thru it anyways, and I did like it, and I feel I did learn from it.  In fact, it really was a great follow up for Simplifying Classical Education.  It went deeper in to explaining to me the WHY of needing to read these great books.
One other eBook that I read from the Schoolhouse Store was Homework.  Homework is made up of several homeschooling moms that also run a business from their home.  While I do not currently run a business, I still felt there were many pointers and tips that I could incorporate into my day and help make things run smoother!  These mom's are not super-mom's, they are just like you and I. The only difference is they have found their groove and are able to roll with it.  That is not saying that they never had bad days, but we all know that when something works, then we stick with it!  For those of you who do run a business or work from the home, this is a great encouragement!  For those of you who are interested in working from home, there are some great resources along with all the tried and true tips!

FWC: Real Solutions for Busy Mom's by Kathy Ireland

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!



You never know when I might play a wild card on you!




Today's Wild Card author is:



and the book:

Howard Books (April 7, 2009)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:








Kathy Ireland is a former supermodel and the Chief Designer and CEO of Kathy Ireland Worldwide. Kathy is also a busy mom who raises her three children with her husband.





Visit the author's website.





Product Details:



List Price: $23.99

Hardcover: 240 pages

Publisher: Howard Books (April 7, 2009)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1416563180

ISBN-13: 978-1416563181



AND NOW...An excerpt:





Chapter 2: Every Home Needs Happiness





Lately, it seems like our family time at home is depressing and tense, just one frustration after another. What's a better way?



Recently, during a furniture convention at the World Market Center in Las Vegas, our team was having a pretty exciting evening. We were surrounded by friends, family, our manufacturers, and retailers. My friend Erik Estrada was master of ceremonies for the party. My friend Anita Pointer was headlining a concert for us. You can imagine my surprise when she dedicated one of the Pointer Sisters' most exciting songs, "Happiness," to Kathy Ireland Home. My jaw dropped, and it got me to thinking: every home needs happiness.



When you and the rest of your family are happy, your day goes more smoothly, your problems are resolved more quickly, and your life flows like a fresh and beautiful spring. As world champion boxer and entrepreneur George Foreman has said, "You just can't beat ol' happy." Happiness is something we all desperately want and need. In childhood we learn about the Declaration of Independence and the phrase "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." We Americans consider happiness an inalienable right, and we pursue it with passion -- but often, sadly, without success.



Happiness seems elusive for many of today's families. We're overwhelmed, underpaid, and under pressure, and the results in many homes are tension and conflict. Too many parents and their kids turn to destructive habits to get through their days: alcohol, drugs, inappropriate sexual activity, overspending, and more. In these as well as less dysfunctional families, bickering is a standard mode of communication. Families turn to counselors, therapists, and church leaders to mediate disputes between husband and wife, parent and child, brother and sister, yet frequently the conflicts remain unresolved. Divorce, to a staggering degree, has become commonplace: more than half of today's marriages break up. In extreme cases, parents physically abuse their children, a terrible tragedy. But are we aware of our kids' vulnerability to emotional abuse? A thoughtless, cruel, or sarcastic comment at an unguarded moment can cripple a young life forever. Both forms of abuse take place every day.



Some time ago I heard a story I will never forget. A woman was describing how miserable her life was with her husband. When asked what she could do to change her circumstances for the better, the woman answered, "I'll never leave, and we'll never be happy, because my revenge on my husband is not complete." This bitter attitude toward life is scary, and it's likely more common than we realize.



What's wrong with us? We may be pursuing happiness, but we're not catching it. Are we sacrificing happiness today because of hurts from yesterday? Are we going to be discontented, or, worse, miserable for the rest of our lives? Do we have to live this way? The answer to that, of course, is no. In fact, you may be surprised how easy it is, after a little strategic thinking, to bring real happiness into your life and home. Keep reading, and I'll explain what I mean.





Defining Happy



By now you've probably asked yourself, "Am I happy?" Before you answer, I suggest you ask yourself another, far more important question: "How do I define 'happy'?" Go ahead, pull out a piece of paper or open up your laptop and record what comes to mind. What does your happiness look like? Feel like? How do you touch it? How do you experience it? Your answers to these questions will be more profound than you might think.



I once was a guest panelist at a speaking event with Barbara Walters and Dr. Maya Angelou, both women I greatly respect. We were speaking at the conference at different times. Ms. Walters made the statement that women can't "have it all." Later, when it was my turn to communicate, I politely disagreed with her. I said that women can have it all but that we may not be able to have it all at the same time. Marriage, career, motherhood, household CEO, commitments to church and other nonprofit organizations, and other life responsibilities are enormous challenges that can drain even the mosthighly skilled and motivated among us. Trying to fill all of these roles successfully as well as simultaneously is like juggling three balls while riding a bicycle across a tightrope over Niagara Falls. Sure, you might be able to pull it off, but it's far more likely that sooner or later, something will be going over the edge -- and it will probably be you!



My point is that you don't need to have it all at the same moment, with the pressures that go along with that. What does having it all really mean, anyway? Your "all" needs to be just that -- yours. You need to define it. Don't allow your perception of someone's fantasy to become your blueprint for living. Your life, like your fingerprints, will be different from someone else's. It's your unique gift from God. For me, that means following the path I believe God has set me on. That path is a wonderful place, where we can be happy.



If you're a mom who's trying to be everything to everyone, are you doing it because it brings you happiness or because it's part of someone else's agenda? As moms we aim to please. We want to meet and exceed the expectations of others, whether they are our children, spouse, friend, neighbor, or our own mother. We may buy into someone else's idea of a successful, happy life without ever really thinking about how it will impact our own. Be careful that you don't let another person's definition of happiness substitute for yours.



Letting go of others' expectations can be extremely freeing. Suddenly you don't have to work crazy hours each week to make payments on a car you don't really need. You don't have to prepare the perfect meal every night -- your family will survive the occasional tuna sandwiches and vegetable sticks. You don't have to have every item of clothing washed, folded, and put away at the end of the day. It'll wait until tomorrow. If taking off some pressure gives you greater peace in your heart -- and more happiness -- then allow yourself the freedom to be less than your image of perfection.



Knowing What's Truly Important



Let's take a look at what you wrote for your personal definition of happiness. Does it match up with the way you're living your life? When can you make changes to move closer to your definition of happiness? Don't put it off until tomorrow -- let's start today. If you aren't quite sure how to answer these questions or are simply feeling overwhelmed, make a list of your priorities. What is most important to you? What people and activities and attitudes bring you the greatest joy? Are you thinking "big thoughts" about your life and your future? Do you have a vision for fulfilling your goals? It's tough to be happy if your daily life and priorities aren't aligned. If you spend most of your time focusing on your priorities and passions, you'll probably be much happier.



When I write out my own priorities, my faith in Jesus Christ tops the list. He is my foundation. He is my daily source of purpose and joy. The Bible says, "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds" ( James 1:2). We can find joy even when the state of our lives isn't all we're wishing for. Since God wants us to find joy even in our trials and tribulations, I believe He expects us to celebrate the good times even more. That's a great encouragement to me.



One of the little things I do to remind myself about my priorities is to take a sheet of paper and write, in big capital letters, JOY. After each letter, I fill in a word: Jesus, Others, You. I keep one of these JOY signs on my bathroom mirror and another in my kitchen. On days when I'm feeling more stressed than joyful, those signs stop me in mid-step. I'll think, Okay, wait a second...maybe I need to rearrange my priorities at this moment. And when I do that, the joy returns. It's a simple technique, one anyone can use to help remind him or her of what's important. Your list will be different from mine. Whatever it is, keep it in front of you so that your eyes are focused on the prize. The key is to stay attuned to what matters most to you so you can maintain a joyful atmosphere in your life and home.



What matters most to the moms I talk with is time with their families. Kids, especially, change quickly and move into new phases of life. We don't want to miss anything. Our sons and daughters need our guidance and steady presence. They also need us to be happy so we can bring happiness into their lives. Yet unless we are vigilant in protecting our family time, it disappears. It's easy for seemingly important events to intrude on this precious resource.



I remember a wonderful offer that came to me several years ago. I was invited to participate in a short-term project that would pay three times the annual salary I was earning at that point. My advisers thought it was a great opportunity and strongly encouraged me to say yes. The problem was that it was scheduled on the same day as my wedding anniversary, it couldn't be changed, and I'd already made plans with my husband. I'd decided early in my marriage that celebrations on special days such as anniversaries and my husband's and children's birthdays were too important to postpone. I do admit that I have worked on my own birthday, and that's probably not the best boundary. When I considered what to do about the conflict with our anniversary, it was no contest. I turned down the project and enjoyed my time with Greg instead.



Husbands and, even more so, your children, will intuitively sense if they are cherished and if they are your priority. When you set aside other important and pressing issues to make time for them, it sends a message that they are first in your life. You may miss out on a business opportunity, a fun time with a girlfriend, or that haircut you really need. Sometimes you'll even miss out on your daily shower (we moms know that perfume is shower in a bottle). Yet by letting go of other priorities, you'll be honoring your family and cultivating a happy home. In the long run, it will be more than worth the sacrifice of any other opportunity.





The Power of Place



Another key to a happy home is maximizing the impact of our physical environment. For most moms, even if we work outside the home, our house or apartment is our primary "office." For better and worse, it is the space that communicates how we're feeling about ourselves and our lives. Never underestimate the power of place to either lift your spirits or take a toll on your emotional well-being. I urge you to step back and consider how your home is making you feel. Years of living in the same spot can have a numbing effect on your senses. You may not even realize that the atmosphere of your living space is making you tense, anxious, and depressed when it should be leaving you relaxed, at peace, encouraged, and happy.



You may sense that your physical surroundings are draining your energy but aren't sure why. It could be that your furniture feels hemmed in and out of balance. It's possible that the colors on the walls, which once felt exciting and enlivened your decor, now appear out-of-date, stuck in the past. If your life has changed, why haven't your colors? Or are you overwhelmed by one of the most common culprits of all -- clutter? With tons of clutter, you may not be able to even see the colors of your walls.



Is your home filled with things you no longer want or need? Are you hoarding to compensate for or cover up some emotion? Are your tables and floors covered with toys, clothes, dishes, and unread magazines? These are signs that clutter is taking over your life. It's easy to get weighed down by possessions. In some cases, the desire to acquire becomes a disease. People have closets and rooms full of things that weigh them down. If that's your situation, don't hesitate -- it's time to act. Attack your home one room at a time. As you come to each item, either put it to use or get rid of it. If it's a ticket from a movie with your kids that evokes a special memory, put it in a scrapbook to preserve the memory, design a Christmas craft with it, or throw it away. Learn to let go. As you do, you'll rediscover the inviting home you once knew and loved.



I don't mean that every item and scrap of paper in your home has to be out of sight. That's certainly not the case in our home. My desk, which used to be my kitchen table, is covered with paperwork. You might call it a mess. Yet I know what each piece of paper is and where it goes. It's an organized mess! So I'm not suggesting that your home has to pass a white-glove inspection. On the other hand, if your bedroom doorway is blocked by boxes of Christmas cards from people you haven't talked to in ten years, it's time to step in and "clutter bust."



I am a firm believer that we are influenced by our environment, usually more than we realize. You may be reluctant to put much energy into transforming your home into a more welcoming place. I understand. However, once you acknowledge the far-reaching impact a positive living space has on your spirit, you can begin making changes for the better. We'll talk in this chapter about how relatively small steps, such as adding a touch of aromatherapy or setting out candles, can make an enormous difference in the atmosphere of your home (it's hard to have arguments by candlelight). We'll discuss fun ideas for displaying personal items that celebrate your unique personality and make you feel comfortable and honored. We'll also explore ways to establish a cozy little nook in your home that is just for you, a private place you can turn to for tranquility.



If you're anything like me, you'll need help -- expert help -- to make all the changes needed to transform your house into a happy home. I freely admit that cooking and gardening are not among my strengths. That's why I often turn to my good friend Chef André Carthen of ACafe and renowned landscape designer Nicholas Walker of J du J for advice. In this chapter Chef André and Nicholas will offer you solutions for entertaining and for developing a refreshing physical environment outside your home -- as well as enabling some of that outdoor refreshment to come inside.



You may not be an expert on kitchen, garden, and living spaces. You are, however, an expert on you and what your family needs. Even if you have limited time and financial resources, with a little bit of help, you can develop a style for your home that reflects who you are and what makes you happy. We'll talk more about that, too. What is crucial is looking for opportunities to allow your surroundings to flourish. It can be the magnet that attracts the joy hidden inside your heart.





Looking for Joy in All the Right Places



We've talked about how many families are pursuing but not finding happiness. Some moms, though, are tired of the chase. They've tried for so long and have become so discouraged that they've given up. They're waiting for someone or something to come along and rescue them. They feel empty. They have a void in their hearts that desperately needs to be filled.



I remember the day one of our children wanted to run away from home. I'd read all the manuals and instruction books that said parents should question the decision but then allow their child to pack. The key was to never let the child see you panic or allow him to think he could intimidate you. Yet when my child was the one announcing plans to run away, my response was the complete opposite of what I'd read. As soon as I heard the words, I dissolved into tears. Not a good example of parenting! So believe me, I do understand how overwhelming, intimidating, and even frightening it can be to have mom responsibilities, and how that can leave mothers with an empty feeling that cries out to be filled.



For me, that void is filled by the Lord. When I take my troubles to Him, I find comfort and strength that give me an inner joy and allow me to keep going even when I'm discouraged by my circumstances. I appreciate that you may not share my faith. If you don't, you won't find your support in the same way I do. I will tell you this, though: if we wait for happiness, we are likely to find ourselves paralyzed by the waiting.



A mother once wrote to me and said, "I want to be happy. I'm waiting for something to happen to help me be happy." I wrote back and encouraged her to begin moving toward joy that day. We corresponded further, and I urged her to start with simple steps: Organize a junk drawer. Discard things she didn't need. Visit her children at school. Decide that rather than argue with her husband over their differences, she could realize that they each had their own visions for their lives, and she could focus on what they had in common. Today this mom leads a much happier life. She has stopped waiting for happiness to come to her and is starting to look for joy in the right places.



I don't mean to imply that discovering happiness is easy, especially for anyone struggling with genuine depression. Without doubt, there are circumstances and medical conditions that require professional help, including prescription medication. Emotional illness is as real as any physical illness. If you find yourself in a place of depression that you can't break through, or if you're overwhelmed to the point of danger to yourself or another human being, please put this book down immediately and get help. Too often, however, people turn to chemical substitutes -- even from our own physicians, who may be quick to prescribe them -- rather than attempt to solve the core problem. If you're unhappy, there is much you can do to change your situation. Life is too precious to go through it without joy.



One of the best ways to discover joy is to reach out to others. When we see beyond ourselves and observe the needs of the people around us, we open ourselves and our children up to all kinds of opportunities for joy. Years ago I worked in a convalescent home. It was a pleasure for me to deliver meals to the elderly patients, many of whom had no one else to visit them. Many were not happy. Their health was poor, and they were lonely. Yet the simple act of giving them a smile and hug and of serving them a meal brought heartfelt smiles to their faces. When my shift was done, I felt joy over the fact that basic acts of kindness could cause someone to feel a small difference in their life.



When you reach out to others, the impact goes beyond you and the person you're helping. Imagine the lessons your children will learn if, from an early age, they see you volunteering once a month to read to the blind or serve in a soup kitchen. Better yet, if your kids are old enough, encourage them to volunteer with you. In Santa Barbara we have a program in which we bring flowers to people who otherwise don't have access to them, so that they can experience one of God's wondrous creations. The program serves women and men who have limited mobility or are confined to their living space, including those in convalescent homes. Even people at our local mission, who may be temporarily homeless, benefit from the program and can enjoy the scent and beauty of a flower. This is something we've participated in as a family. I believe our children have learned powerful lessons from seeing firsthand the impact of kindness. No matter how much joy they give out, they receive even more.



I'm not suggesting that you should volunteer at the expense of your family time or your own overwhelmed schedule. It's important to set boundaries and establish what you can and cannot do. Still, when you make it a priority to focus on others, you may find that other, more trivial concerns will begin to fall away.



If you're reading this and thinking that you have very little time or money to give to others right now, I understand that. If you are a person of faith, however, you always have the option to pray. I'm reminded of a time when I learned that two boys at school were bothering one of our children. My first reaction wasn't very loving. I was upset. Later that evening, though, when I calmed down, our child and I prayed for those two boys. Just leaving the matter in God's hands was a blessing. Knowing that He hears and answers every prayer created a sense of peace and happiness for both of us. And the next day I found out that the situation had indeed improved.



Put simply, compassion leads to joy. In the Bible, the apostle Paul wrote, "If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love...then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love" (Philippians 2:1-2). Any time that we follow the example of Jesus, we radiate joy. Everyone around us will see it, receive it, and most often, reflect it back.





Beginning Today



You can be happy today. Remember when I said that some people have a void they want someone or something to fill? It's as if they're stuck in an "if, then" mode. If I can just have a baby girl, then I'll be happy. If we can make enough to afford a new house, then I'll be happy. If my boss gives me that transfer I want, then I'll be happy. They're always waiting for some external event to bring joy into their lives.



You don't have to wait. You can choose happiness right now. God tells us to be patient in our trials and in waiting for the return of Jesus (see Romans 12:12 and James 5:7), but He doesn't say we have to wait for joy. On the contrary, He wants us to always celebrate our lives and faith: "Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!" (Philippians 4:4). Remember Paul and Silas, who were severely flogged and chained to a prison wall (Acts 16:23-24)? They seemed out of options, yet they raised their own spirits and those of their fellow prisoners by offering prayers and hymns to God.



Yes, we will have moments of sorrow in our lives; but real joy isn't based on circumstances. Real joy is something that cannot be taken away. Even in the midst of crisis or grief, deep in our hearts, we have the joy of knowing that we're not alone. We have God, the people we love, and the precious gift of life. No matter what else is going on around us, those are blessings we should never take for granted.



Real Solutions for Busy Moms © 2009 by Kathy Ireland Worldwide



FROM ME: This book never came, so I can't give an honest review on it.  IF by chance it comes in, I will post a review on it.