Had any good pie lately? I did, yesterday. The only problem: it didn't taste too good.
Here's the scenario:
Several months ago at one of my writer's groups, I met this established (meaning, multi-published author that doesn't live too far from my area) writer. In fact, I've met her a couple times, and each time thought she was very unfriendly. I said so (righteously and very knowledgeable, of course) to my hubby. Now I'm not normally a critical person. I don't like gossips, don't like to be around people who constantly criticize the world about something.
So this observation from me to hubby was not said in a mean manner. But I disliked heartily what I assumed was unfriendliness on her part, and said so.
Lo, and behold, I found out yesterday, I was entirely wrong about this lovely person. What changed my mind?
First, when asked to speak about something, she was reluctant to steal the show from someone else. Secondly, I took my courage in hand and approached her. Since she writes for one of the companies I'm seeking publication from, I thought, what have I got to lose?
She was sweet. She listened, offered advice, and was generally encouraging. As we finally parted ways, she leaned close and said, "Let me give you a hug." Then she promised, "I'll pray for you." Wasn't that sweet?
What happened? Did she change or did I? I don't know about her. All I know is that through circumstances (and God?), my attitude had a startling turn-around. Not because of anything I did, but because of what happened there in that library room yesterday.
Things are not always as they look or seem. How many times have I thought, "We'll never be friends." and within days-weeks-months, things change, and friendship blossoms. How many times have I thought the same thing in reverse?
Have I learned a lesson that will teach me not to judge so quickly, or at all? I certainly hope so. Maybe if I chant the words, "Don't judge, don't judge" over and over, I'll learn it.
So, although no one saw me eating pie yesterday, I did. A huge piece, and except for hubby last night when I told him what happened, no one knew how tasteless and humbling it was.
I'd rather have pumpkin.
Here's a word for your palate: mercerize (I like "ize" words) Means: to treat cotton thread or fabric under tension with a caustic soda solution in order to strengthen it, give it a silky luster, and make it more receptive to dyes. If I decide to mercerize you, does that mean you'll strengthen? At least you ought to be a little more silky!
And, yes, I want to add a name to my list of smart people. Drum roll here . . . Lloyd!
(Now, I'm not confessing that I can be bribed or threatened to do that!) But there you have it: another name for the roll of smart cookies!
More best ever cookie hints:
* Use a Silicone rolling pin. You won't have to use as much flour when rolling out doughs. Your cookies will be more tender. Or use a "marble rolling pin". Chill it to help keep dough cool.
* Use an oven thermometer to make sure your oven heats accurately. You can bake cookies at a slightly lower temperature. This ensures that the cookies won't overbake or overbrown. With each batch of cookies, the baking time will be reduced because of the increased humidity in the oven from the cookies.
* Soften butter properly. It's difficult to soften butter properly in a microwave oven; too often part of the butter melts, which will change the structure of the cookies. . butter and sugar form the basic structure of the cookies; the sugar cuts small air pockets into the butter, which are stabilized by the flour and filled with CO2 from the baking powder. Soften butter by letting it stand at room temperature for a couple hours. Your can also grate the butter. It will soften in only a few minutes.
Looking-forward-to-the-weekend quote:
We must know that we have been created for greater things, not just to be a number in the world...We have been created in order to love and to be loved. --Mother Teresa
Ah, that boosts my spirits.
Blessings.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Ya Gotta Hand it to Mr. Webster
He's about the smartest man I've ever heard of that lived in our relative time period.
I mean, have you ever written a dictionary? Let alone know the meaning of every single word you wrote down. Why, some of the those words, I've never even heard of. Some I've heard of-and use-but don't exactly know what they mean. Some I've used and can't spell. So how smart does that make me?
No, please, don't answer that. I don't want to know!
Anyhow, I looked up a couple of words today, because I disagreed with someone else about certain issues concerning those words. And then, because I couldn't resist, looked at a few more (Do you know anyone who likes to read the dictionary for fun? Well, I do: my oldest son has sat for hours reading words from the dictionary. Yeah, hours.)
Take this word: anodyne. Now I've heard of it, but its not in my ordinary speech. Here's the second meaning for it: lacking zest, vigor, bland, insipid. Whoa.
How about anomalous? You want to be an anomalous person? Think I'm complimenting you? Huh uh. It means: abnormal, being or seeming to be inconsistent, contradictory, or improper.
One more: onager--1) a wild donkey. 2) a catapult for throwing stones, used in ancient and medieval warfare.
I mean, my list of really smart people is kinda small. Try making a list: not ordinary people who have a decent vocabulary, but some that are really, really smart (that's okay, you don't have to write my name down!). Here's my list:
1) Daniel Webster
2) Hubby (I mean that, but don't tell him I said so. And yes, I do have my reasons for nominating him as a smart person
3) I can't think of anyone else. So you can see what I think of the human race in general.
Let me ask you this? Is there a difference between being smart and wise? I think so. What say you?
Now, if I come to visit and call you an onager or tell you bythely that you're an anodyne, you better be prepared to shoot back some strange exotic words at me. That's the only way to defend yourself against my up-and-coming intelligence.
Tips for the best cookies ever:
Here's your first three hints:
* Measure the flour correctly! Adding too much will make your baked goods tough and dry. Don't overwork the dough, mix just until the flour disappears.
* Reduce flour by 1/4 cup. This will make your cookies tender and won't dry out even after several days.
* Chill the dough before baking. This helps softer doughs keep their shape and makes the dough easier to work with. It also improves the flavor and allows the dough to relax just a bit.
A quote for today:
Whole hearted, ready laughter heals, encourages, relaxes anyone within hearing distance. The laughter that springs from love makes wide the space around--gives room for the loved one to enter in. --Eugenia Price.
Blessings!
I mean, have you ever written a dictionary? Let alone know the meaning of every single word you wrote down. Why, some of the those words, I've never even heard of. Some I've heard of-and use-but don't exactly know what they mean. Some I've used and can't spell. So how smart does that make me?
No, please, don't answer that. I don't want to know!
Anyhow, I looked up a couple of words today, because I disagreed with someone else about certain issues concerning those words. And then, because I couldn't resist, looked at a few more (Do you know anyone who likes to read the dictionary for fun? Well, I do: my oldest son has sat for hours reading words from the dictionary. Yeah, hours.)
Take this word: anodyne. Now I've heard of it, but its not in my ordinary speech. Here's the second meaning for it: lacking zest, vigor, bland, insipid. Whoa.
How about anomalous? You want to be an anomalous person? Think I'm complimenting you? Huh uh. It means: abnormal, being or seeming to be inconsistent, contradictory, or improper.
One more: onager--1) a wild donkey. 2) a catapult for throwing stones, used in ancient and medieval warfare.
I mean, my list of really smart people is kinda small. Try making a list: not ordinary people who have a decent vocabulary, but some that are really, really smart (that's okay, you don't have to write my name down!). Here's my list:
1) Daniel Webster
2) Hubby (I mean that, but don't tell him I said so. And yes, I do have my reasons for nominating him as a smart person
3) I can't think of anyone else. So you can see what I think of the human race in general.
Let me ask you this? Is there a difference between being smart and wise? I think so. What say you?
Now, if I come to visit and call you an onager or tell you bythely that you're an anodyne, you better be prepared to shoot back some strange exotic words at me. That's the only way to defend yourself against my up-and-coming intelligence.
Tips for the best cookies ever:
Here's your first three hints:
* Measure the flour correctly! Adding too much will make your baked goods tough and dry. Don't overwork the dough, mix just until the flour disappears.
* Reduce flour by 1/4 cup. This will make your cookies tender and won't dry out even after several days.
* Chill the dough before baking. This helps softer doughs keep their shape and makes the dough easier to work with. It also improves the flavor and allows the dough to relax just a bit.
A quote for today:
Whole hearted, ready laughter heals, encourages, relaxes anyone within hearing distance. The laughter that springs from love makes wide the space around--gives room for the loved one to enter in. --Eugenia Price.
Blessings!
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Awake, my soul, awake!
What on earth is she talking about now?
Pleasse, don't ask, just read the exciting (tongue in cheek) chronicles of another sleepless person.
Lack of sleep, just plain lack of sleep. Yeah, I spent another three quarters of a night wide awake. Why? Beats me!
I woke up about 2:35 a.m. Went to the bathroom, crawled back in bed, closed my eyes, and remained awake. I laid there till about 3:30, got up, laid back down, and then rose again.
So, you tell me, what do you do when you can't sleep?
Here's my list:
* Well, (besides the bathroom trips) I sat on the hearth, toasted, and contemplated on hubby, problems, and life in general.
* Sometime, in one of my "up" times, I showered (I do this to try to trick myself. "Okay, if you want to be that way, get ready for the day!)
* Then, I sorted through catalogs, walked about a mile on my treadmill, addressed some envelopes, prepared my lunch for work.
* I thought about opening my laptop and working on finishing those four thousand words I need to do on my WV Romance manuscript, but never got around to it. I did do a very little bit of research for my next Romance book in this West Virginia series. So maybe I can justify the rest of the time I spent loafing and bemoaning the state I was in which, of course, you should know after all the rambling I've been doing about it.
Did I mention I prayed, too?
So why does a person behave this way? Wake up in the middle of the night and refuse to go back to sleep?
Here's what I think happens to me:
1) Something happens in the evening which upsets me. That event-thought-trouble registers in my pea brain, and decides to gallup about in the early morning hours, to see how annoying it can be. I've gotten just enough rest to allow me to waken and reap the results from this brain activity.
2) Or, We're planning a trip for the next day. Or, something is happening that is pleasant and exciting to me personally. My brain does not want to wait for a decent hour to celebrate. Hey, why waste time on sleep? Get up and start the anticipation rolling!
3) Then there's the LIST of all the things I need and should do: some I keep forgetting because I haven't made one of my usual maniacal lists. Why, why, why do I remember all these things in the middle of the night?
The thing of it is, I know how I am. When I do awake in the night and have to get up, I know that if I can stay in that sleep-induced state and not wake totally, I'll probably go back to sleep. BUT if my brain wakes up, look out. It's such a busy, busy brain (sad comment!).
The holidays are here! So from now until Christmas, I'm going to TRY to give you a tip or two to help make your holidays easier. (Big smile)
Here ya go:
Pumpkin pie is the traditional Thanksgiving dessert. A couple of good ideas to remember:
* Prebake the pie crust before you add the filling. This helps keep the crust crisp and flaky even underneath.
* Brush the crust with slightly beaten egg white before you prebake it.
* Don't overbake the pie. This type of filling cracks when the pie is overbaked, making it "weep" moisture.
A from-the-heart quote for my special friends:
I especially value the friends who love me as God loves me--through no merit of my own! --Sharon M. Mason
November may be cold and gray where you are, but I wish for you a sunny day.
Blessings.
Pleasse, don't ask, just read the exciting (tongue in cheek) chronicles of another sleepless person.
Lack of sleep, just plain lack of sleep. Yeah, I spent another three quarters of a night wide awake. Why? Beats me!
I woke up about 2:35 a.m. Went to the bathroom, crawled back in bed, closed my eyes, and remained awake. I laid there till about 3:30, got up, laid back down, and then rose again.
So, you tell me, what do you do when you can't sleep?
Here's my list:
* Well, (besides the bathroom trips) I sat on the hearth, toasted, and contemplated on hubby, problems, and life in general.
* Sometime, in one of my "up" times, I showered (I do this to try to trick myself. "Okay, if you want to be that way, get ready for the day!)
* Then, I sorted through catalogs, walked about a mile on my treadmill, addressed some envelopes, prepared my lunch for work.
* I thought about opening my laptop and working on finishing those four thousand words I need to do on my WV Romance manuscript, but never got around to it. I did do a very little bit of research for my next Romance book in this West Virginia series. So maybe I can justify the rest of the time I spent loafing and bemoaning the state I was in which, of course, you should know after all the rambling I've been doing about it.
Did I mention I prayed, too?
So why does a person behave this way? Wake up in the middle of the night and refuse to go back to sleep?
Here's what I think happens to me:
1) Something happens in the evening which upsets me. That event-thought-trouble registers in my pea brain, and decides to gallup about in the early morning hours, to see how annoying it can be. I've gotten just enough rest to allow me to waken and reap the results from this brain activity.
2) Or, We're planning a trip for the next day. Or, something is happening that is pleasant and exciting to me personally. My brain does not want to wait for a decent hour to celebrate. Hey, why waste time on sleep? Get up and start the anticipation rolling!
3) Then there's the LIST of all the things I need and should do: some I keep forgetting because I haven't made one of my usual maniacal lists. Why, why, why do I remember all these things in the middle of the night?
The thing of it is, I know how I am. When I do awake in the night and have to get up, I know that if I can stay in that sleep-induced state and not wake totally, I'll probably go back to sleep. BUT if my brain wakes up, look out. It's such a busy, busy brain (sad comment!).
The holidays are here! So from now until Christmas, I'm going to TRY to give you a tip or two to help make your holidays easier. (Big smile)
Here ya go:
Pumpkin pie is the traditional Thanksgiving dessert. A couple of good ideas to remember:
* Prebake the pie crust before you add the filling. This helps keep the crust crisp and flaky even underneath.
* Brush the crust with slightly beaten egg white before you prebake it.
* Don't overbake the pie. This type of filling cracks when the pie is overbaked, making it "weep" moisture.
A from-the-heart quote for my special friends:
I especially value the friends who love me as God loves me--through no merit of my own! --Sharon M. Mason
November may be cold and gray where you are, but I wish for you a sunny day.
Blessings.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Looking Foward
What's next in your life?
Well, of course, I've got several manuscripts to finish. The romance I'm about ready to submit is just about ready to hit the road. The mystery still has a few pages to go to get anywhere its transportation ride, but eventually . . .
But, really, here it is the 31st. The next big holiday is Thanksgiving, and it'll be here before we know it. Really.
This holiday use to be lower on the totem pole for popular holidays on my calendar. But lately, well, let's just say I think I've learned to really appreciate this milder time to celebrate family, God, and being alive. Now, fixing the meal, sharing with family and friends is special to me.
So who'll be at your Thanksgiving table? Will you eat out? Travel to someplace else to visit with others? Prepare your own meal with just family? Or hubby? Invite outsiders in?
That last question is a special thing for me. I think sharing my love for God shows when I can find someone that will be lonely or hungry and invite them in to share all God's blessings. I'm not thinking just of myself and family. I'm looking outside my box. I care about others.
Quote for the day:
A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed. --King Solomon
One hint for today:
Prepare your house for the holidays, by breaking down those tasks. Take one room a day (or week) and do what is necessary to bring it to where you would like it to be.
Have a wonderful evening.
Blessings.
Well, of course, I've got several manuscripts to finish. The romance I'm about ready to submit is just about ready to hit the road. The mystery still has a few pages to go to get anywhere its transportation ride, but eventually . . .
But, really, here it is the 31st. The next big holiday is Thanksgiving, and it'll be here before we know it. Really.
This holiday use to be lower on the totem pole for popular holidays on my calendar. But lately, well, let's just say I think I've learned to really appreciate this milder time to celebrate family, God, and being alive. Now, fixing the meal, sharing with family and friends is special to me.
So who'll be at your Thanksgiving table? Will you eat out? Travel to someplace else to visit with others? Prepare your own meal with just family? Or hubby? Invite outsiders in?
That last question is a special thing for me. I think sharing my love for God shows when I can find someone that will be lonely or hungry and invite them in to share all God's blessings. I'm not thinking just of myself and family. I'm looking outside my box. I care about others.
Quote for the day:
A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed. --King Solomon
One hint for today:
Prepare your house for the holidays, by breaking down those tasks. Take one room a day (or week) and do what is necessary to bring it to where you would like it to be.
Have a wonderful evening.
Blessings.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Romantic nights
What constitutes your idea of a romantic setting?
Let me tell you what I like, then you can jot down a few of your ideas. Put them in practice, pass on your thoughts to hubby or boyfriend, ever hoping he'll expand on them. Just remember, you gotta make him think it's coming from him. "What a great idea, hubby. Let's do it."
One of my favorite romantic things is to go somewhere--just the two of us--for an evening out. I like a nice restaurant, good food, soft music, and low lighting. A candle doesn't hurt or even a vase of flowers--no artificial ones, thank you. I love it when he's in a talkative mood and chatters (yes, it's a feminine word, but I love the word. Men don't chatter, do they?) away at interesting things to both of us.
Then, I love an evening at home in the Autumn or Winter with a fire in the fireplace, a good book, or piddling (there's a good old-fashion word for you)with our own jobs, together in spirit, but working on separate things. Sharing comments together.
I also love to help him with projects (sometimes, that is). Love to be his water boy, fetching (here, Rover!) and holding things for him as he constructs or researching information with him.
Then the walks on our property are something I consider romantic. I like it cause he wants to take a walk with me. We study nature, watch for wild animals, sometimes take a dog with us. We get to talk about everything then, stop and rest--when it's nice--drink some bottled water, and head for home.
So, there. That's some of the things I like to do with hubby. Some people might like to walk through the mall, and yes, I do, but it can be a little depressing with a hubby in tow. They don't always enjoy looking at what you enjoy looking at. So . . . you know the rest of the story there.
Here are some hints for the MW's to make some romantic evenings with your loved one:
* Even with the kids, plan on an evening of fun together. Turn off the lights, light the candles, put on some good music--not too loud, and read together.
* Go somewhere--just you two. It doesn't have to be a whole weekend. Get someone to babysit, or if that's impossible, then take the kids, but go somewhere where the kids can play within watching distance, without danger, and you and hubby can sit together, or walk, and talk.
* Wear your hair in a new style.
* Hint that you'd like flowers. My hubby buys me flowers, but if he can't afford them, he picks wild ones. And I love them, too! Let him know (men are dense, sometimes) you like them and want some and see what happens.
* Make sure you greet him with a smile and a hug. He needs your reassurances that you love him.
* Call him at work just to tell him you miss him.
And enjoy the results!
Weekend Quote:
You are God's created beauty and the focus of His affection and delight. --Janet L. Weaver Smith
Blessings.
Let me tell you what I like, then you can jot down a few of your ideas. Put them in practice, pass on your thoughts to hubby or boyfriend, ever hoping he'll expand on them. Just remember, you gotta make him think it's coming from him. "What a great idea, hubby. Let's do it."
One of my favorite romantic things is to go somewhere--just the two of us--for an evening out. I like a nice restaurant, good food, soft music, and low lighting. A candle doesn't hurt or even a vase of flowers--no artificial ones, thank you. I love it when he's in a talkative mood and chatters (yes, it's a feminine word, but I love the word. Men don't chatter, do they?) away at interesting things to both of us.
Then, I love an evening at home in the Autumn or Winter with a fire in the fireplace, a good book, or piddling (there's a good old-fashion word for you)with our own jobs, together in spirit, but working on separate things. Sharing comments together.
I also love to help him with projects (sometimes, that is). Love to be his water boy, fetching (here, Rover!) and holding things for him as he constructs or researching information with him.
Then the walks on our property are something I consider romantic. I like it cause he wants to take a walk with me. We study nature, watch for wild animals, sometimes take a dog with us. We get to talk about everything then, stop and rest--when it's nice--drink some bottled water, and head for home.
So, there. That's some of the things I like to do with hubby. Some people might like to walk through the mall, and yes, I do, but it can be a little depressing with a hubby in tow. They don't always enjoy looking at what you enjoy looking at. So . . . you know the rest of the story there.
Here are some hints for the MW's to make some romantic evenings with your loved one:
* Even with the kids, plan on an evening of fun together. Turn off the lights, light the candles, put on some good music--not too loud, and read together.
* Go somewhere--just you two. It doesn't have to be a whole weekend. Get someone to babysit, or if that's impossible, then take the kids, but go somewhere where the kids can play within watching distance, without danger, and you and hubby can sit together, or walk, and talk.
* Wear your hair in a new style.
* Hint that you'd like flowers. My hubby buys me flowers, but if he can't afford them, he picks wild ones. And I love them, too! Let him know (men are dense, sometimes) you like them and want some and see what happens.
* Make sure you greet him with a smile and a hug. He needs your reassurances that you love him.
* Call him at work just to tell him you miss him.
And enjoy the results!
Weekend Quote:
You are God's created beauty and the focus of His affection and delight. --Janet L. Weaver Smith
Blessings.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Birthdays--Ho Hum!
Why is it when a person reaches a certain age, birthdays start to lose their appeal? We'd just as soon forget them. Pretend there's no such thing.
Now, I'm not admitting to anything--get that straight right from the start. Torture will never work on me; I'm way too stubborn. I remember when my . . . well, never mind.
Back to the birthday thingie.
Can any of you remember the l-o-n-g-i-n-g (dragged out longing) that, as a child, you felt when you wanted to be old enough to go to school? You thought your birthdays couldn't come fast enough. (Now you hold up both hands and proclaim as loudly as you can, "Whoa! What's the hurry?) Remember when you wanted to be SIXTEEN (the magical number to date--or am I dating myself here?) so that we could be allowed to date as a couple and not a group?
Then shortly after reaching that milestone age, we changed our minds. Nothing would do (we couldn't push time fast enough) until we reached twenty-one. (If only, only I could be twenty-one. With the sappy, innocent look of longing on our face.)
But, of course, that wasn't enough. (It never is to us never-satisfied-humans.) Then we wanted to reach twenty-five, thirty. BUT, wait up here. Somewhere in that time frame, something happened. Attitudes changed. Our outlook changed. Our bodies changed. Something did anyway. What was it?
I think it's Experience. Age. Wisdom. That Knowledge that hey, we're not kids any longer. (Hubby and I are always chanting that to each other. He mentioned this morning about sledding down this monster hill at his brother's home--this winter. I looked at him like he was crazy and admonished him with those words of wisdom, "You're not a kid any longer.")
Suddenly, we get it. Life is a vapor. We'd better do our best to enjoy every single moment of it. And quit the grousing around. I challenged myself several years back to do that. Enjoy life. Sure, that doesn't change the problems, the hard places, the burdens. But so what if we don't get everything we want? How about loving, appreciating what we do have? I'll have to confess, I don't always succeed. Sometimes I grouse. But I'm working on it. How about joining me?
And I just might take a ride on that sled, down that monster hill, with hubby! Brave me!
I noticed when I read yesterday's blog that I called yesterday (Wednesday) Thursday. So . . . ooops! Today is Thursday, yesterday Wednesday. Oh, well.
After a church function long-time friends Bob and Sis took us out for ice cream for my birthday. Great to be with them. At home we listened to the answering machine. One voice came through wishing me a happy birthday--he didn't identify himself, but with a little bit of detecting, I realized it was my brother from OK. We ended up playing phone tag, then connected. It was great to talk with him, probably bored him with all my writerish talk, but I loved him for calling to wish me a H.B.
The second message was from a family of friends who sang H.B. to me (with extra parts). I laughed and listened to it three times. Friends are such wonderful things.
Hints for you today:
These are handy hints for you or hubby to try:
* For fresh stains on your driveway or garage cement floor, use baking soda or cat litter (ground to a finer texture with a brick), place on stain and leave overnight. In the morning simply sweep up.
* For a retractable tape measure: stretch out to its full length, wipe clean, then apply car wax. Make sure to wipe all wax off. This only takes a few minutes and will lengthen the life of it, cause it to roll easier, and cut down on erosion and rust.
* For a quickie measure: Use a dollar bill: length--6 1/4; folded--3 1/8; width--2 5/8; folded--1 1/4
An interesting quote:
If your dream doesn't scare you, it's not big enough. --Cathy Leckner
To all who have October birthdays, blessings.
Now, I'm not admitting to anything--get that straight right from the start. Torture will never work on me; I'm way too stubborn. I remember when my . . . well, never mind.
Back to the birthday thingie.
Can any of you remember the l-o-n-g-i-n-g (dragged out longing) that, as a child, you felt when you wanted to be old enough to go to school? You thought your birthdays couldn't come fast enough. (Now you hold up both hands and proclaim as loudly as you can, "Whoa! What's the hurry?) Remember when you wanted to be SIXTEEN (the magical number to date--or am I dating myself here?) so that we could be allowed to date as a couple and not a group?
Then shortly after reaching that milestone age, we changed our minds. Nothing would do (we couldn't push time fast enough) until we reached twenty-one. (If only, only I could be twenty-one. With the sappy, innocent look of longing on our face.)
But, of course, that wasn't enough. (It never is to us never-satisfied-humans.) Then we wanted to reach twenty-five, thirty. BUT, wait up here. Somewhere in that time frame, something happened. Attitudes changed. Our outlook changed. Our bodies changed. Something did anyway. What was it?
I think it's Experience. Age. Wisdom. That Knowledge that hey, we're not kids any longer. (Hubby and I are always chanting that to each other. He mentioned this morning about sledding down this monster hill at his brother's home--this winter. I looked at him like he was crazy and admonished him with those words of wisdom, "You're not a kid any longer.")
Suddenly, we get it. Life is a vapor. We'd better do our best to enjoy every single moment of it. And quit the grousing around. I challenged myself several years back to do that. Enjoy life. Sure, that doesn't change the problems, the hard places, the burdens. But so what if we don't get everything we want? How about loving, appreciating what we do have? I'll have to confess, I don't always succeed. Sometimes I grouse. But I'm working on it. How about joining me?
And I just might take a ride on that sled, down that monster hill, with hubby! Brave me!
I noticed when I read yesterday's blog that I called yesterday (Wednesday) Thursday. So . . . ooops! Today is Thursday, yesterday Wednesday. Oh, well.
After a church function long-time friends Bob and Sis took us out for ice cream for my birthday. Great to be with them. At home we listened to the answering machine. One voice came through wishing me a happy birthday--he didn't identify himself, but with a little bit of detecting, I realized it was my brother from OK. We ended up playing phone tag, then connected. It was great to talk with him, probably bored him with all my writerish talk, but I loved him for calling to wish me a H.B.
The second message was from a family of friends who sang H.B. to me (with extra parts). I laughed and listened to it three times. Friends are such wonderful things.
Hints for you today:
These are handy hints for you or hubby to try:
* For fresh stains on your driveway or garage cement floor, use baking soda or cat litter (ground to a finer texture with a brick), place on stain and leave overnight. In the morning simply sweep up.
* For a retractable tape measure: stretch out to its full length, wipe clean, then apply car wax. Make sure to wipe all wax off. This only takes a few minutes and will lengthen the life of it, cause it to roll easier, and cut down on erosion and rust.
* For a quickie measure: Use a dollar bill: length--6 1/4; folded--3 1/8; width--2 5/8; folded--1 1/4
An interesting quote:
If your dream doesn't scare you, it's not big enough. --Cathy Leckner
To all who have October birthdays, blessings.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Public Speaking
Did you know that is the number one fear of all people?
I'm right in there with the majority on this. Those eyes, all those eyes focused on me, waiting to hear my mistakes, my stumbling words--worse, watching when I freeze up and brain goes dead. As in can't think of a thing to say.
Well, they say there's a cure for all that. I guess for the Christian, it's knowing God is wanting you to speak, is placing on your heart the thought you will speak about. When you know you have God's blessing, you can proceed with confidence. Not that your knees will automatically quit knocking, or that you'll not mess up. BUT you will do it and God will bless your words. He won't allow His words--through you--to return void.
Here's some hints on helping us:
* First thing, be fully prepared. Research, study, and read up on your topic. Make notes. Familize yourself with your subject, practice and revise until you are confident you know it inside and out.
* Do some breathing exercises. They really do help. Breathe in slowly, hold it for a few seconds, exhale. Do this several times. You will feel more relaxed and confident.
* You know God wants this, you've prepared and practiced. Now visualize yourself as confident and assured. This is an interesting topic, something others want to hear. They want you to succeed. You can do this.
* Use good posture, sit or stand straight, don't fiddle with your hands, hair, or use other nervous habits. Look people in the eye, look slowly around the room. Modulate your voice to keep things interesting.
* Decide if you want to use cue cards, powerpoint or an overhead projector. Practice with these mediums.
* And remember that the more you speak, the more confidence you'll gain.
Three things to remember: Get into the subject, get the subject into yourself, get the subject into your audience. When you can do this, you've become a public speaker.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is also your tip of the day for all you ministers' wives. I know, because I've had the experience, that sometime or other, you'll be speaking, whether to two or three or a group of thirty. Get ready.
And your quote for this Thursday:
Where the soul is full of peace and joy, outward surroundings and circumstances are of comparatively little account. -- Hannah Whitall Smith
How true.
Blessings.
I'm right in there with the majority on this. Those eyes, all those eyes focused on me, waiting to hear my mistakes, my stumbling words--worse, watching when I freeze up and brain goes dead. As in can't think of a thing to say.
Well, they say there's a cure for all that. I guess for the Christian, it's knowing God is wanting you to speak, is placing on your heart the thought you will speak about. When you know you have God's blessing, you can proceed with confidence. Not that your knees will automatically quit knocking, or that you'll not mess up. BUT you will do it and God will bless your words. He won't allow His words--through you--to return void.
Here's some hints on helping us:
* First thing, be fully prepared. Research, study, and read up on your topic. Make notes. Familize yourself with your subject, practice and revise until you are confident you know it inside and out.
* Do some breathing exercises. They really do help. Breathe in slowly, hold it for a few seconds, exhale. Do this several times. You will feel more relaxed and confident.
* You know God wants this, you've prepared and practiced. Now visualize yourself as confident and assured. This is an interesting topic, something others want to hear. They want you to succeed. You can do this.
* Use good posture, sit or stand straight, don't fiddle with your hands, hair, or use other nervous habits. Look people in the eye, look slowly around the room. Modulate your voice to keep things interesting.
* Decide if you want to use cue cards, powerpoint or an overhead projector. Practice with these mediums.
* And remember that the more you speak, the more confidence you'll gain.
Three things to remember: Get into the subject, get the subject into yourself, get the subject into your audience. When you can do this, you've become a public speaker.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is also your tip of the day for all you ministers' wives. I know, because I've had the experience, that sometime or other, you'll be speaking, whether to two or three or a group of thirty. Get ready.
And your quote for this Thursday:
Where the soul is full of peace and joy, outward surroundings and circumstances are of comparatively little account. -- Hannah Whitall Smith
How true.
Blessings.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Hindrances
What keeps a person from accomplishing what they want to do?
Oh, a variety of things, I'm sure. I can only speak for myself.
The first thing that comes to mind is the state of overextension. That is, too much to do. I'm sure no one else ever finds herself there. But I do, quite often. The reason? I love to be busy. I strive to be a good mother, a good wife, a good christian. But then there's what comes with all that. And all of you who are those things know what I'm talking about. The duties of everyday life. But it's not only duties. There's also the stuff that comes because we love someone. Because we care. That's why I go outside to help hubby with something rather than stay inside and get that chore done that's been hanging over my head for a week. That's why I prepare that special meal because my son likes it, and invite him over, rather than eat cereal for supper, or a grilled cheese sandwich, or worse buy carryout food. Why do I run all over the country with hubby every weekend instead of staying home and getting something done? Because I love and care about him, don't want him to have to travel by himself.
And besides, we have fun together.
Overextension is saying yes too often. Friends, church, family always need someone willing to work, willing to participate, willing to help out. When you have a caring heart, you find that "yes" word coming out of your mouth much too often for comfort.
All of the above takes away my writing time. That's precious time to me. Some of you might like to scrapbook, or sew, or paint. Study music, sing, whatever . . .
One lesson I learned awhile back--and though I don't always practice it, I've been trying to do better--is learn when to say no! A sweet-plastered-on-your-face-smile that let's others know you'd love to help them out, but maybe so-and-so could handle that better. You have need to finish what you've already got on your plate.
Learning it will keep large amounts of stress from our lives. Learning it will give you more time to do what's important in your life. What God wants you to do. Even time to find out what He wants from you.
MW's Tip of the Day:
Here are some for your laundry:
* Stubborn greasy stains? Use a Coke with detergent to help get rid of them.
* Chocolate stains? Soak with club soda before washing.
* Yellowed silk or wool? 1 tablespoon of white vinegar in 1 pint of water. Sponge, rinse, wash.
* Perspiration stain? Use white vinegar or lemon juice. Use a weak solution. Takes out odors, too. May take a few times, but works.
Quote of the day:
Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around. --E.L. Konigsburg
Blessings.
Oh, a variety of things, I'm sure. I can only speak for myself.
The first thing that comes to mind is the state of overextension. That is, too much to do. I'm sure no one else ever finds herself there. But I do, quite often. The reason? I love to be busy. I strive to be a good mother, a good wife, a good christian. But then there's what comes with all that. And all of you who are those things know what I'm talking about. The duties of everyday life. But it's not only duties. There's also the stuff that comes because we love someone. Because we care. That's why I go outside to help hubby with something rather than stay inside and get that chore done that's been hanging over my head for a week. That's why I prepare that special meal because my son likes it, and invite him over, rather than eat cereal for supper, or a grilled cheese sandwich, or worse buy carryout food. Why do I run all over the country with hubby every weekend instead of staying home and getting something done? Because I love and care about him, don't want him to have to travel by himself.
And besides, we have fun together.
Overextension is saying yes too often. Friends, church, family always need someone willing to work, willing to participate, willing to help out. When you have a caring heart, you find that "yes" word coming out of your mouth much too often for comfort.
All of the above takes away my writing time. That's precious time to me. Some of you might like to scrapbook, or sew, or paint. Study music, sing, whatever . . .
One lesson I learned awhile back--and though I don't always practice it, I've been trying to do better--is learn when to say no! A sweet-plastered-on-your-face-smile that let's others know you'd love to help them out, but maybe so-and-so could handle that better. You have need to finish what you've already got on your plate.
Learning it will keep large amounts of stress from our lives. Learning it will give you more time to do what's important in your life. What God wants you to do. Even time to find out what He wants from you.
MW's Tip of the Day:
Here are some for your laundry:
* Stubborn greasy stains? Use a Coke with detergent to help get rid of them.
* Chocolate stains? Soak with club soda before washing.
* Yellowed silk or wool? 1 tablespoon of white vinegar in 1 pint of water. Sponge, rinse, wash.
* Perspiration stain? Use white vinegar or lemon juice. Use a weak solution. Takes out odors, too. May take a few times, but works.
Quote of the day:
Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around. --E.L. Konigsburg
Blessings.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Falling Leaves
Love raking all those gorgeous leaves that sprinkle my lawn. What fun! What glorious exercise it provides! What invigorating air to breathe in.
Yeah, right!
First off, we only have about a million (only a slight exaggeration!) trees surrounding and on our 35 some acres. Lots of maples, poplars, oaks, hickorys. So where do all those gorgeous leaves go? You got that right! On my lawn, porch, pond, car, etc. etc.
They stain my car with leaf imprints, especially if you don't wash the car every day. They don't do much for my decorative efforts on the porch, or add any sense of beauty to my fish pond (What a nuisance!)
So, why would anyone enjoy falling leaves?
Okay, I might as well confess. Autumn is my favorite time of the year (followed closely by spring). The colors alone are enough to give you a feeling of euphoria. Dazzling, vigorous colors preparing one for cold, drab November. Giving you that extra warmth to help you make it through.
They say that this weekend is peak weekend for the colors in lots of states. I looked at the trees and the mist hanging over the valleys this morning on my way to work. A cloudy sky, but colors of pink, blue and violet clashing with the oranges, reds, and yellows of the tree leaves. Gorgeous!
In spite of having to clean out the fish pond every spring (thank you, dear hubby!), and what a job that is, the crunch of leaves in the nippy wind, the scent of crushed leaves, the mischievous pleasure of scattering raked leaves and kicking them into the air, gives my writing nature a boost to begin that new mystery novel.
And the Autumn air. There's absolutely, positively nothing like it in the world. Crisp, mysterious air that hints at winter in the mornings and evenings, then tantalizes you with the promise of summer weather in the day light hours. Ahhhh.
And talk about fun! What is more fun with Autumn activities? Bonfires and hayrides are two of my favorites. And having a friend to laugh with, a companion to snuggle up beside is the height of earthly fun.
What was that poem about Autumn being a gypsy? Read and loved it as a child. Still do, for that matter.
MW's hint for this October Thursday:
October is Sweetest Month: So . . . when you get flowers from your sweetie, here's a few hints to help them last longer:
* To make your cut flowers last longer, add a multivitamin, a aspirin, a teaspoon of sugar, or a pinch of salt and bicarbonate soda.
* Make sure you remove all leaves below the water line.
* For that real, growing plant, water them with the water from your boiled eggs. Excellent minerals!
* And to nourish your plants, place egg shells in the pots.
A good Autumn quote:
Love is the seed of all hope. It is the enticement to trust, to risk, to try, to go on.
Blessings.
Yeah, right!
First off, we only have about a million (only a slight exaggeration!) trees surrounding and on our 35 some acres. Lots of maples, poplars, oaks, hickorys. So where do all those gorgeous leaves go? You got that right! On my lawn, porch, pond, car, etc. etc.
They stain my car with leaf imprints, especially if you don't wash the car every day. They don't do much for my decorative efforts on the porch, or add any sense of beauty to my fish pond (What a nuisance!)
So, why would anyone enjoy falling leaves?
Okay, I might as well confess. Autumn is my favorite time of the year (followed closely by spring). The colors alone are enough to give you a feeling of euphoria. Dazzling, vigorous colors preparing one for cold, drab November. Giving you that extra warmth to help you make it through.
They say that this weekend is peak weekend for the colors in lots of states. I looked at the trees and the mist hanging over the valleys this morning on my way to work. A cloudy sky, but colors of pink, blue and violet clashing with the oranges, reds, and yellows of the tree leaves. Gorgeous!
In spite of having to clean out the fish pond every spring (thank you, dear hubby!), and what a job that is, the crunch of leaves in the nippy wind, the scent of crushed leaves, the mischievous pleasure of scattering raked leaves and kicking them into the air, gives my writing nature a boost to begin that new mystery novel.
And the Autumn air. There's absolutely, positively nothing like it in the world. Crisp, mysterious air that hints at winter in the mornings and evenings, then tantalizes you with the promise of summer weather in the day light hours. Ahhhh.
And talk about fun! What is more fun with Autumn activities? Bonfires and hayrides are two of my favorites. And having a friend to laugh with, a companion to snuggle up beside is the height of earthly fun.
What was that poem about Autumn being a gypsy? Read and loved it as a child. Still do, for that matter.
MW's hint for this October Thursday:
October is Sweetest Month: So . . . when you get flowers from your sweetie, here's a few hints to help them last longer:
* To make your cut flowers last longer, add a multivitamin, a aspirin, a teaspoon of sugar, or a pinch of salt and bicarbonate soda.
* Make sure you remove all leaves below the water line.
* For that real, growing plant, water them with the water from your boiled eggs. Excellent minerals!
* And to nourish your plants, place egg shells in the pots.
A good Autumn quote:
Love is the seed of all hope. It is the enticement to trust, to risk, to try, to go on.
Blessings.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Silence is golden . . . sometimes
Ever been by yourself in the evening in the country, enjoying a good book, soaking in the tub, piddling (what a word!) around with a few chores, and heard a sound? A dog barking? A tree branch creaking? An unexpected crash? Scary. Silence, then, is not soothing and restful. It's loud. The silence of being alone.
Okay, you say. How can silence be loud?
I can't explain it. You have to experience it. I think it's more the knowledge that whatever happens (or doesn't) you're there alone, you have to depend on your smarts, your strength, yourself. You're not stupid enough to go bounding outside to see what made the noise. Instead, you hover near the window, peeking out into the dark world outside, straining to see that ghost, that weird peeking Tom, that stranger in the night. You make sure doors are locked, windows closed, phone is handy. Then you wait. And wait. And wait.
Your imagination is going full tilt ahead. All the scary stories you've ever read, the tales you've heard come bouncing back, crying "Aha. aha. We are real."
Yeah, right. It's about that time, I get tired of that dreadful silence and hightail it to bed. If all the things that go bump in the night want to have a heyday, they can do it without me.
I need my rest.
MW's tip:
A quote for your enjoyment:
We need both: the joy of the sense of sound and the equally great joy of its absence. --Madeleine L'Engle
Blessings.
Okay, you say. How can silence be loud?
I can't explain it. You have to experience it. I think it's more the knowledge that whatever happens (or doesn't) you're there alone, you have to depend on your smarts, your strength, yourself. You're not stupid enough to go bounding outside to see what made the noise. Instead, you hover near the window, peeking out into the dark world outside, straining to see that ghost, that weird peeking Tom, that stranger in the night. You make sure doors are locked, windows closed, phone is handy. Then you wait. And wait. And wait.
Your imagination is going full tilt ahead. All the scary stories you've ever read, the tales you've heard come bouncing back, crying "Aha. aha. We are real."
Yeah, right. It's about that time, I get tired of that dreadful silence and hightail it to bed. If all the things that go bump in the night want to have a heyday, they can do it without me.
I need my rest.
MW's tip:
Window Cleaner
12 to 16 ounces water
1/2 cup white or apple cider vinegar
1/4 cup rubbing alcohol (70%)
1-2 drops blue or green food coloring, if desired
1-2 drops lavender, cinnamon, clove or orange essential oil. Combine the ingredients and put into a labeled spray bottle.
Use newspapers rather than paper towels, because they leave no lint and you are recycling!
1. Spray the newspaper first, then wipe down the window to avoid drips.
2. Wipe vertically one side of the window and horizontally on the other side so you will know which side a streak is on!
This bottle of nice-smelling window cleaner can cost as little as 25 cents and also works well on mirrors or glass shower doors.
A quote for your enjoyment:
We need both: the joy of the sense of sound and the equally great joy of its absence. --Madeleine L'Engle
Blessings.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Kentucky Musings
It's good to be back--to Ohio, I mean.
Not that we didn't have a wonderful time with friends and serving the Lord in Kentucky. We did. The weather was beautiful, most of the time. A couple of days of cold rain, but lots of sunshine and temperate weather, too.
We took our motor home and parked beside friends' home. I was able to get some writing done--not enough--but some. Hubby worked on his studies and read, among other things. It was great being by our lonesome, but close enough to friends to associate when desired.
We met some new friends, fellowshipped and worshipped with old ones. On Saturday, we visited Cumberland Lake Island. A beautiful rocky shore with lots of water. Enjoyed the afternoon walking, taking in the sunshine, and watching the birds and boats, talking with our friends, Cary and Catrina.
Kentucky is a beautiful state. We always enjoy traveling through it when we go to the Smokies. Lots of rocks and hills, grassy fields and fancy horses. Several years ago we stopped at the Kentucky Horse Farm where the famous racehorse retired. We've also visited the Mammoth Caves, big and impressive. And lastly, my dad was born there. I just found out while there this time, that the area he was born in was something like the Hatfield and McCoy thing. Great!
My ancestors are a bunch of hotheads.
Anyhow, hope we get the privilege of going again soon.
MW's Tip of the Day:
Going on a special trip with hubby and the kids? Try this money-saving tip:
Freeze your water (jugs or bottles) to help keep the food cold. When it melts, you can drink it. Cool, huh?
Your pick-'em-up quote:
I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. --Laura Ingalls Wilder
Blessings.
Not that we didn't have a wonderful time with friends and serving the Lord in Kentucky. We did. The weather was beautiful, most of the time. A couple of days of cold rain, but lots of sunshine and temperate weather, too.
We took our motor home and parked beside friends' home. I was able to get some writing done--not enough--but some. Hubby worked on his studies and read, among other things. It was great being by our lonesome, but close enough to friends to associate when desired.
We met some new friends, fellowshipped and worshipped with old ones. On Saturday, we visited Cumberland Lake Island. A beautiful rocky shore with lots of water. Enjoyed the afternoon walking, taking in the sunshine, and watching the birds and boats, talking with our friends, Cary and Catrina.
Kentucky is a beautiful state. We always enjoy traveling through it when we go to the Smokies. Lots of rocks and hills, grassy fields and fancy horses. Several years ago we stopped at the Kentucky Horse Farm where the famous racehorse retired. We've also visited the Mammoth Caves, big and impressive. And lastly, my dad was born there. I just found out while there this time, that the area he was born in was something like the Hatfield and McCoy thing. Great!
My ancestors are a bunch of hotheads.
Anyhow, hope we get the privilege of going again soon.
MW's Tip of the Day:
Going on a special trip with hubby and the kids? Try this money-saving tip:
Freeze your water (jugs or bottles) to help keep the food cold. When it melts, you can drink it. Cool, huh?
Your pick-'em-up quote:
I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. --Laura Ingalls Wilder
Blessings.
Friday, October 06, 2006
Day Four of My Musings on Writing Conference
When you attend ACFW you get one editor and one agent appointment. BUT you can hover, approach, and ask them wherever else you can catch them (except breakfast & bathroom) if they would be willing to listen to a short presentation. I did that with one editor. She'd finished up with her appointments on Saturday afternoon. I hurried into the room and asked. She consented. Result: permission to submit.
Another way to approach an editor or agent: At the tables the names of agents and editors & a few others were written on placards. If you were quick enough you could get the table you wanted to sit at and talk with that person. Results for me: Two more requests.
The third way: I went to the appointment scheduler after arriving at Dallas and asked for an extra appointment. She said the only one they had was with an editor that I wanted to talk with. That was fine with me. So, I explained to that editor that I didn't have the book written but would she be interested in such and such an idea? She definitely was. I told her I could have it ready by Spring. That was a perfect time to submit to her publishing house.
So all in all, five editors to submit to. Now, not all of them (maybe none, I'm not that naivete!) will want my manuscripts, but if just one does . . . Oh, glory!
That's in the future, but I can hope, pray and work my knuckles and brain to smidgens. And I will.
One more thing, then I'll move on: The agent I talked to was very friendly. We had a lovely talk, she wants to see my work. Well.
I've got my work cut out for me. But this is a calling. I love writing. Love the research. Love the struggle (sort of) to find the words. Love meeting my own deadline. Love finally, finally finishing that manuscript, only to discover, alas, I've got to add another 20,000 words.
Crazy? Yep, I plead guilty.
A mention: I spoke to a writer's group in West Virginia yesterday. They are such a wonderful group of people. Gave them a contest to help me out on something. If you all are reading this, don't forget about that. Send your answers and suggestions to my email address or give them to Betty to forward to me. Love to all of you!
Best to friends Sharen, Joyce, Trish, Nona.
Upcoming information:
* I'm hoping to have an interview with a new writer soon.
* An interview with a friend who won first in the prestigious ACFW unpublished contest
* An interview with a friend who just recently acquired an agent.
Hopefully, this fall and winter, these will get done. Suggestions, anyone?
MW's tip:
Today's tip will be about keeping a clutter-free home (Yeah, right!)
* Procrastination is the major obstacle to clutter-freeness. Start immediately. And, yes, I know we don't always feel like doing it. Okay, maybe the next hint will help in this area. It does for me when I'm feeling overwhelmed with everything there is to do and don't feel like doing any of it.
* Choose a small task to complete. Set a certain amount of time to complete it, 15 minutes or so. Put some music on, think about why you want to get this done. Then quit when your 15 minutes is up. Setting a specific time for a specific task is great. That out-of-control feeling gets balanced when you can portion all those tasks into smaller bits.
* Get rid of unnecessary or unwanted things. They might be your favorite socks, but if you don't plan on darning all those holes in them, get rid of them. As quickly as you can. Use yard sales, recycling, second-hand clothing stores (don't give them the holey things, please!), and pass good stuff on to friends and family members.
* Use storage space wisely. Twenty percent of items are used frequently, so keep them in an accessible area. Others: use bins, boxes, shelves, closets. Everything should have a place.
Quote:
Kind words are the music of the world.
I'll be in Kentucky next week, but I'll be back the week after. Thank you, faithful readers, one of these days I'll have time to figure out how to get those comments to work.
Blessings on a great week!
Another way to approach an editor or agent: At the tables the names of agents and editors & a few others were written on placards. If you were quick enough you could get the table you wanted to sit at and talk with that person. Results for me: Two more requests.
The third way: I went to the appointment scheduler after arriving at Dallas and asked for an extra appointment. She said the only one they had was with an editor that I wanted to talk with. That was fine with me. So, I explained to that editor that I didn't have the book written but would she be interested in such and such an idea? She definitely was. I told her I could have it ready by Spring. That was a perfect time to submit to her publishing house.
So all in all, five editors to submit to. Now, not all of them (maybe none, I'm not that naivete!) will want my manuscripts, but if just one does . . . Oh, glory!
That's in the future, but I can hope, pray and work my knuckles and brain to smidgens. And I will.
One more thing, then I'll move on: The agent I talked to was very friendly. We had a lovely talk, she wants to see my work. Well.
I've got my work cut out for me. But this is a calling. I love writing. Love the research. Love the struggle (sort of) to find the words. Love meeting my own deadline. Love finally, finally finishing that manuscript, only to discover, alas, I've got to add another 20,000 words.
Crazy? Yep, I plead guilty.
A mention: I spoke to a writer's group in West Virginia yesterday. They are such a wonderful group of people. Gave them a contest to help me out on something. If you all are reading this, don't forget about that. Send your answers and suggestions to my email address or give them to Betty to forward to me. Love to all of you!
Best to friends Sharen, Joyce, Trish, Nona.
Upcoming information:
* I'm hoping to have an interview with a new writer soon.
* An interview with a friend who won first in the prestigious ACFW unpublished contest
* An interview with a friend who just recently acquired an agent.
Hopefully, this fall and winter, these will get done. Suggestions, anyone?
MW's tip:
Today's tip will be about keeping a clutter-free home (Yeah, right!)
* Procrastination is the major obstacle to clutter-freeness. Start immediately. And, yes, I know we don't always feel like doing it. Okay, maybe the next hint will help in this area. It does for me when I'm feeling overwhelmed with everything there is to do and don't feel like doing any of it.
* Choose a small task to complete. Set a certain amount of time to complete it, 15 minutes or so. Put some music on, think about why you want to get this done. Then quit when your 15 minutes is up. Setting a specific time for a specific task is great. That out-of-control feeling gets balanced when you can portion all those tasks into smaller bits.
* Get rid of unnecessary or unwanted things. They might be your favorite socks, but if you don't plan on darning all those holes in them, get rid of them. As quickly as you can. Use yard sales, recycling, second-hand clothing stores (don't give them the holey things, please!), and pass good stuff on to friends and family members.
* Use storage space wisely. Twenty percent of items are used frequently, so keep them in an accessible area. Others: use bins, boxes, shelves, closets. Everything should have a place.
Quote:
Kind words are the music of the world.
I'll be in Kentucky next week, but I'll be back the week after. Thank you, faithful readers, one of these days I'll have time to figure out how to get those comments to work.
Blessings on a great week!
Day Four of My Musings on Writing Conference
When you attend ACFW you get one editor and one agent appointment. BUT you can hover, approach, and ask them wherever else you can catch them (except breakfast & bathroom) if they would be willing to listen to a short presentation. I did that with one editor. She'd finished up with her appointments on Saturday afternoon. I hurried into the room and asked. She consented. Result: permission to submit.
Another way to approach an editor or agent: At the tables the names of agents and editors & a few others were written on placards. If you were quick enough you could get the table you wanted to sit at and talk with that person. Results for me: Two more requests.
The third way: I went to the appointment scheduler after arriving at Dallas and asked for an extra appointment. She said the only one they had was with an editor that I wanted to talk with. That was fine with me. So, I explained to that editor that I didn't have the book written but would she be interested in such and such an idea? She definitely was. I told her I could have it ready by Spring. That was a perfect time to submit to her publishing house.
So all in all, five editors to submit to. Now, not all of them (maybe none, I'm not that naivete!) will want my manuscripts, but if just one does . . . Oh, glory!
That's in the future, but I can hope, pray and work my knuckles and brain to smidgens. And I will.
One more thing, then I'll move on: The agent I talked to was very friendly. We had a lovely talk, she wants to see my work. Well.
I've got my work cut out for me. But this is a calling. I love writing. Love the research. Love the struggle (sort of) to find the words. Love meeting my own deadline. Love finally, finally finishing that manuscript, only to discover, alas, I've got to add another 20,000 words.
Crazy? Yep, I plead guilty.
A mention: I spoke to a writer's group in West Virginia yesterday. They are such a wonderful group of people. Gave them a contest to help me out on something. If you all are reading this, don't forget about that. Send your answers and suggestions to my email address or give them to Betty to forward to me. Love to all of you!
Best to friends Sharen, Joyce, Trish, Nona.
Upcoming information:
* I'm hoping to have an interview with a new writer soon.
* An interview with a friend who won first in the prestigious ACFW unpublished contest
* An interview with a friend who just recently acquired an agent.
Hopefully, this fall and winter, these will get done. Suggestions, anyone?
MW's tip:
Today's tip will be about keeping a clutter-free home (Yeah, right!)
* Procrastination is the major obstacle to clutter-freeness. Start immediately. And, yes, I know we don't always feel like doing it. Okay, maybe the next hint will help in this area. It does for me when I'm feeling overwhelmed with everything there is to do and don't feel like doing any of it.
* Choose a small task to complete. Set a certain amount of time to complete it, 15 minutes or so. Put some music on, think about why you want to get this done. Then quit when your 15 minutes is up. Setting a specific time for a specific task is great. That out-of-control feeling gets balanced when you can portion all those tasks into smaller bits.
* Get rid of unnecessary or unwanted things. They might be your favorite socks, but if you don't plan on darning all those holes in them, get rid of them. As quickly as you can. Use yard sales, recycling, second-hand clothing stores (don't give them the holey things, please!), and pass good stuff on to friends and family members.
* Use storage space wisely. Twenty percent of items are used frequently, so keep them in an accessible area. Others: use bins, boxes, shelves, closets. Everything should have a place.
Quote:
Kind words are the music of the world.
I'll be in Kentucky next week, but I'll be back the week after. Thank you, faithful readers, one of these days I'll have time to figure out how to get those comments to work.
Blessings on a great week!
Another way to approach an editor or agent: At the tables the names of agents and editors & a few others were written on placards. If you were quick enough you could get the table you wanted to sit at and talk with that person. Results for me: Two more requests.
The third way: I went to the appointment scheduler after arriving at Dallas and asked for an extra appointment. She said the only one they had was with an editor that I wanted to talk with. That was fine with me. So, I explained to that editor that I didn't have the book written but would she be interested in such and such an idea? She definitely was. I told her I could have it ready by Spring. That was a perfect time to submit to her publishing house.
So all in all, five editors to submit to. Now, not all of them (maybe none, I'm not that naivete!) will want my manuscripts, but if just one does . . . Oh, glory!
That's in the future, but I can hope, pray and work my knuckles and brain to smidgens. And I will.
One more thing, then I'll move on: The agent I talked to was very friendly. We had a lovely talk, she wants to see my work. Well.
I've got my work cut out for me. But this is a calling. I love writing. Love the research. Love the struggle (sort of) to find the words. Love meeting my own deadline. Love finally, finally finishing that manuscript, only to discover, alas, I've got to add another 20,000 words.
Crazy? Yep, I plead guilty.
A mention: I spoke to a writer's group in West Virginia yesterday. They are such a wonderful group of people. Gave them a contest to help me out on something. If you all are reading this, don't forget about that. Send your answers and suggestions to my email address or give them to Betty to forward to me. Love to all of you!
Best to friends Sharen, Joyce, Trish, Nona.
Upcoming information:
* I'm hoping to have an interview with a new writer soon.
* An interview with a friend who won first in the prestigious ACFW unpublished contest
* An interview with a friend who just recently acquired an agent.
Hopefully, this fall and winter, these will get done. Suggestions, anyone?
MW's tip:
Today's tip will be about keeping a clutter-free home (Yeah, right!)
* Procrastination is the major obstacle to clutter-freeness. Start immediately. And, yes, I know we don't always feel like doing it. Okay, maybe the next hint will help in this area. It does for me when I'm feeling overwhelmed with everything there is to do and don't feel like doing any of it.
* Choose a small task to complete. Set a certain amount of time to complete it, 15 minutes or so. Put some music on, think about why you want to get this done. Then quit when your 15 minutes is up. Setting a specific time for a specific task is great. That out-of-control feeling gets balanced when you can portion all those tasks into smaller bits.
* Get rid of unnecessary or unwanted things. They might be your favorite socks, but if you don't plan on darning all those holes in them, get rid of them. As quickly as you can. Use yard sales, recycling, second-hand clothing stores (don't give them the holey things, please!), and pass good stuff on to friends and family members.
* Use storage space wisely. Twenty percent of items are used frequently, so keep them in an accessible area. Others: use bins, boxes, shelves, closets. Everything should have a place.
Quote:
Kind words are the music of the world.
I'll be in Kentucky next week, but I'll be back the week after. Thank you, faithful readers, one of these days I'll have time to figure out how to get those comments to work.
Blessings on a great week!
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Day Three of My Musings on Writing Conference
Hi.
The first thing (besides breakfast, devotions, etc. etc.) that happened on Friday morning was my appointment with an editor--Joanne at Heartsong Presents. I was nervous, of course, but quickly got into the presentation. I love talking about writing (have I told you lately?) She made it easy, listening, asking question, giving suggestions. The end result: she requested a proposal. DOUBLE YEAH!
What is a proposal? It's approximately three chapters of your manuscript, a detailed summary of your book (usually chapter by chapter, but not always, depends on what the publishing house wants), your marketing plans, a bit about your life, experience, plans for other books, and anything else you can think of (that's appropriate) to be impressive.
But first and foremost is good (should I say excellent?) writing. If your writing stinks, well, you're sunk. That's not to say you can't improve. Practice, study, and reading all helps. Critique groups and conferences help. There you can meet other writers, editors and agents. There you can learn, mingle and maybe bribe (grin) someone to mentor you. Gain encouragement. OH, there's tons of stuff to be gained by going to a writing conference.
It was well worth my investment and I'll do it again. Lord willing, of course.
Secondly, lunch and dinner was set up in a huge dining area. Tables were big; seating ten people. Placards were placed with the names of agents and editors, and big time writers. If you were quick enough and smart enough, you could grab a table with the person you wanted to sit with, hopefully get a chance to talk about your book.
I did that twice. Results (can you see the grin I've got?) two more requests for proposals. OH, wonderful!
Out of time. More tomorrow.
TIP for MW's today:
* Burnt food? boil a cup of cola for a minute or two, removes the burned food. Tuff stuff? Repeat process.
* To loosen cooked cheese from pans and dishes? Soak in cold water, not hot. The hot just melts the cheese again.
* Never spray furniture polish directly onto furniture. This can leave streaks. Spray onto your cloth, then polish.
Quote of the day:
Take a risk. Open up your heart. Find a real friend (never stop searching till you do.) and grow together. Be a real friend and see what happens. -- Sheila Walsh.
Blessings.
The first thing (besides breakfast, devotions, etc. etc.) that happened on Friday morning was my appointment with an editor--Joanne at Heartsong Presents. I was nervous, of course, but quickly got into the presentation. I love talking about writing (have I told you lately?) She made it easy, listening, asking question, giving suggestions. The end result: she requested a proposal. DOUBLE YEAH!
What is a proposal? It's approximately three chapters of your manuscript, a detailed summary of your book (usually chapter by chapter, but not always, depends on what the publishing house wants), your marketing plans, a bit about your life, experience, plans for other books, and anything else you can think of (that's appropriate) to be impressive.
But first and foremost is good (should I say excellent?) writing. If your writing stinks, well, you're sunk. That's not to say you can't improve. Practice, study, and reading all helps. Critique groups and conferences help. There you can meet other writers, editors and agents. There you can learn, mingle and maybe bribe (grin) someone to mentor you. Gain encouragement. OH, there's tons of stuff to be gained by going to a writing conference.
It was well worth my investment and I'll do it again. Lord willing, of course.
Secondly, lunch and dinner was set up in a huge dining area. Tables were big; seating ten people. Placards were placed with the names of agents and editors, and big time writers. If you were quick enough and smart enough, you could grab a table with the person you wanted to sit with, hopefully get a chance to talk about your book.
I did that twice. Results (can you see the grin I've got?) two more requests for proposals. OH, wonderful!
Out of time. More tomorrow.
TIP for MW's today:
* Burnt food? boil a cup of cola for a minute or two, removes the burned food. Tuff stuff? Repeat process.
* To loosen cooked cheese from pans and dishes? Soak in cold water, not hot. The hot just melts the cheese again.
* Never spray furniture polish directly onto furniture. This can leave streaks. Spray onto your cloth, then polish.
Quote of the day:
Take a risk. Open up your heart. Find a real friend (never stop searching till you do.) and grow together. Be a real friend and see what happens. -- Sheila Walsh.
Blessings.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Day Two of My Musings on Conference
When we arrived in Dallas, we promptly got lost (sort of). It really wasn't a big deal, cause after one phone call, we found the hotel without any more problem.
At first I was overwhelmed; wanted to hide out in my room. But I knew I hadn't spent all that money, energy, and time on this thing to do that. So I hightailed it downstairs and strolled around. Met two of my critique partners right away. We had our reception that evening, for which I'd volunteered to greet and got into that very well.
The food was exellent ( turkey, beef, veggies, fruit, cheeses, and lots of other stuff) and the speaker entertaining--Liz Curtis Higgs. She is lively and not afraid to poke fun at herself. Later on that evening I attended my first late night chat which was informing and fun.
I also volunteered (I know the best way to start feeling right at home is to volunteer; you meet people and get out, no time for hiding) for breakfast greeting for Friday and Saturday mornings.
There must have been close to five hundred people there. Strange, all these weird thoughts I had that important people have wings (or horns: Big Grin) or funny looking faces, or something. Most everyone was kind and helpful. Informative and friendly.
Anyhow, that gives you a little taste of what the atmosphere was like. I'll tell a little about my talks with the editors tomorrow.
Quote: Great things are accomplished by talented people who believe they will accomplish them.
More on children's rooms for you MW's:
* Implement several activity areas in your child's room: reading area, art area, game area, doll or toy area, etc. This helps your child be able to place his play items in the appropriate space.
* Use stickers. Place sticker on shelf (box, drawer, cabinet) and the same stickers on the toys that belong in that place. Especially good for pre-readers.
* Store small toy items ( such as blocks, game pieces, marbles, etc.) in zipper lock bags. They're clear and easy for children to see.
* Use bunk beds. Today's furniture for children are safe and colorful. Allows you more space.
* Get kids in the habit of cleaning their room on a regular basis. They can put away toys (use the above tips) and laundry (hey, they might not stack them as nicely as you would, but don't worry about that; this is their room, they're in training. Let them do it!). Give them a feather duster (fun, fun, fun!) to eliminate dust on their shelves and toys.
Responsibility for cleaning their rooms can increase their sense of maturity and self-confidence.
Have a good evening.
Blessings.
At first I was overwhelmed; wanted to hide out in my room. But I knew I hadn't spent all that money, energy, and time on this thing to do that. So I hightailed it downstairs and strolled around. Met two of my critique partners right away. We had our reception that evening, for which I'd volunteered to greet and got into that very well.
The food was exellent ( turkey, beef, veggies, fruit, cheeses, and lots of other stuff) and the speaker entertaining--Liz Curtis Higgs. She is lively and not afraid to poke fun at herself. Later on that evening I attended my first late night chat which was informing and fun.
I also volunteered (I know the best way to start feeling right at home is to volunteer; you meet people and get out, no time for hiding) for breakfast greeting for Friday and Saturday mornings.
There must have been close to five hundred people there. Strange, all these weird thoughts I had that important people have wings (or horns: Big Grin) or funny looking faces, or something. Most everyone was kind and helpful. Informative and friendly.
Anyhow, that gives you a little taste of what the atmosphere was like. I'll tell a little about my talks with the editors tomorrow.
Quote: Great things are accomplished by talented people who believe they will accomplish them.
More on children's rooms for you MW's:
* Implement several activity areas in your child's room: reading area, art area, game area, doll or toy area, etc. This helps your child be able to place his play items in the appropriate space.
* Use stickers. Place sticker on shelf (box, drawer, cabinet) and the same stickers on the toys that belong in that place. Especially good for pre-readers.
* Store small toy items ( such as blocks, game pieces, marbles, etc.) in zipper lock bags. They're clear and easy for children to see.
* Use bunk beds. Today's furniture for children are safe and colorful. Allows you more space.
* Get kids in the habit of cleaning their room on a regular basis. They can put away toys (use the above tips) and laundry (hey, they might not stack them as nicely as you would, but don't worry about that; this is their room, they're in training. Let them do it!). Give them a feather duster (fun, fun, fun!) to eliminate dust on their shelves and toys.
Responsibility for cleaning their rooms can increase their sense of maturity and self-confidence.
Have a good evening.
Blessings.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
American Christian Fiction Writers Conference
Sunnybank Meanderings: Writing and Writers
Wow. We got home about 2:30 a.m. this morning. It was a lo-o-o-ng trip home. Hubby was sick almost the whole way, but as is typical for him, refused to let me drive. He has this thing about driving. He readily admits I'm a good driver (don't I have him fooled? --Big Grin-- ) but he likes to do most of our driving when we travel by car.
So I slept, listened to the radio, talked, gazed at the scenery, yelled at him to pull over so I could take pictures of scenery, and plotted more episodes -- and books.
On to ACFW conference . . .
It was awesome. I feel so humble and thrilled at the encouragement I received. Met with four different editors and all requested proposals. Talked to one agent and she wants to see my work. I learned a lot, enjoyed meetings others, praised with those who met with success, tried to encourage those who were down.
Found out something. Was able to put a myth to rest: Editors and agents are people. Yeah, that's right. They really are. Most of the ones I met were super nice. And patient with all of us pushy wannabes. Whether never published or moving-on-writers.
It was a special time in my life. I've climbed another rung in the publishing ladder, grown another inch. I thanked hubby over and over that he was supportive and caring enough to want me to go, willing to go with me, and encourage and pray for my endeavors.
Thank you, ACFW, for this wonderful opportunity.
I'm grateful.
"I shut the door on yesterday and threw away the key. Tomorrow has no fears for me since I have today."
This came from an old cooking book with sayings and hints that's proported to be 100 years old. Enjoy!
Hint for MW's:
For mothers with children:
Use storage room in their rooms wisely. Sturdy cardboard boxes (decorate yourself or buy) and plastic bins work well to store toys. Keep them under their beds or build shelves (not too high) and encourage your children to store their toys there. Nets strung across a corner of the room can be filled with stuffed animals, dolls or lighter toys.
More tips for mothers with children tomorrow.
I'll share some thoughts about my trip the rest of the week.
Blessings.
Wow. We got home about 2:30 a.m. this morning. It was a lo-o-o-ng trip home. Hubby was sick almost the whole way, but as is typical for him, refused to let me drive. He has this thing about driving. He readily admits I'm a good driver (don't I have him fooled? --Big Grin-- ) but he likes to do most of our driving when we travel by car.
So I slept, listened to the radio, talked, gazed at the scenery, yelled at him to pull over so I could take pictures of scenery, and plotted more episodes -- and books.
On to ACFW conference . . .
It was awesome. I feel so humble and thrilled at the encouragement I received. Met with four different editors and all requested proposals. Talked to one agent and she wants to see my work. I learned a lot, enjoyed meetings others, praised with those who met with success, tried to encourage those who were down.
Found out something. Was able to put a myth to rest: Editors and agents are people. Yeah, that's right. They really are. Most of the ones I met were super nice. And patient with all of us pushy wannabes. Whether never published or moving-on-writers.
It was a special time in my life. I've climbed another rung in the publishing ladder, grown another inch. I thanked hubby over and over that he was supportive and caring enough to want me to go, willing to go with me, and encourage and pray for my endeavors.
Thank you, ACFW, for this wonderful opportunity.
I'm grateful.
"I shut the door on yesterday and threw away the key. Tomorrow has no fears for me since I have today."
This came from an old cooking book with sayings and hints that's proported to be 100 years old. Enjoy!
Hint for MW's:
For mothers with children:
Use storage room in their rooms wisely. Sturdy cardboard boxes (decorate yourself or buy) and plastic bins work well to store toys. Keep them under their beds or build shelves (not too high) and encourage your children to store their toys there. Nets strung across a corner of the room can be filled with stuffed animals, dolls or lighter toys.
More tips for mothers with children tomorrow.
I'll share some thoughts about my trip the rest of the week.
Blessings.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Coming Up: Conference!
Oh, dear.
Now does that sound excited, or what? Well, let me tell you what prompted that exclamation. Back at work today (usually don't work on Mondays, but since I'm leaving this week for Texas--conference--I'm here), got an email that said my editor appointment's been changed. Talk about nerves! My stomach is practically heaving. (Sorry!) As if talking to one of the nice Peterson's that I'd talked myself into would be a piece of cake, here I'm going to be talking to someone I haven't researched! Yikes and double yikes!
Oh, well, so much on being prepared.
I am excited, in spite of my groaning and moaning of previous paragraphs. I'm trusting God, and I've worked hard to prepare. Whatever happens now will be more fodder for when I get that coveted book contract. Hopefully, this year, but if not, I'll try not to whine too much, and accept that as HIS will, not mine. Remember, I tell myself: He gave you this writing talent, this ability, He'll let you use it, according to His will. So just relax. My hubby says everything will be fine. Do I dare believe him?
Ah, he's trustworthy, and so is my God. Great God that He is.
MW's. I hope I can come up with something a little more helpful today. What about this?
Sheets make beautiful covers. They're sturdy and endurable. You can do so much with them. A tuck here, a tuck there. Gather them at the back of a chair, with a big bow tie, or at the arms. Use them on a worn chair or as a makeshift tablecloth. They sew up dandy as curtains. Children love them as inpromptu tents. Wrap that next gift for the bride in one. I've used white ones (old ones) as snow under my Christmas tree. And remember to shop at dollar stores, over-inventoried places, and yard sales. Sometimes you can find bargains at the better shops for a steal.
Quote for you today from Erma Bombeck: "Now is the time to enjoy our lives, enjoy the lives of those who have gone before us, and the lives of those who have helped to bring us into this world. Write your stories, read your stories, enjoy who you are."
Grand, isn't it?
Don't forget, tomorrow will probably be the last day of my blog for a couple of weeks. If I can, I'll try to locate a computer with internet, and blog to my heart's content. But if not, don't forget to check back. And, hey, say a little prayer for me, will you?
Blessings.
Now does that sound excited, or what? Well, let me tell you what prompted that exclamation. Back at work today (usually don't work on Mondays, but since I'm leaving this week for Texas--conference--I'm here), got an email that said my editor appointment's been changed. Talk about nerves! My stomach is practically heaving. (Sorry!) As if talking to one of the nice Peterson's that I'd talked myself into would be a piece of cake, here I'm going to be talking to someone I haven't researched! Yikes and double yikes!
Oh, well, so much on being prepared.
I am excited, in spite of my groaning and moaning of previous paragraphs. I'm trusting God, and I've worked hard to prepare. Whatever happens now will be more fodder for when I get that coveted book contract. Hopefully, this year, but if not, I'll try not to whine too much, and accept that as HIS will, not mine. Remember, I tell myself: He gave you this writing talent, this ability, He'll let you use it, according to His will. So just relax. My hubby says everything will be fine. Do I dare believe him?
Ah, he's trustworthy, and so is my God. Great God that He is.
MW's. I hope I can come up with something a little more helpful today. What about this?
Sheets make beautiful covers. They're sturdy and endurable. You can do so much with them. A tuck here, a tuck there. Gather them at the back of a chair, with a big bow tie, or at the arms. Use them on a worn chair or as a makeshift tablecloth. They sew up dandy as curtains. Children love them as inpromptu tents. Wrap that next gift for the bride in one. I've used white ones (old ones) as snow under my Christmas tree. And remember to shop at dollar stores, over-inventoried places, and yard sales. Sometimes you can find bargains at the better shops for a steal.
Quote for you today from Erma Bombeck: "Now is the time to enjoy our lives, enjoy the lives of those who have gone before us, and the lives of those who have helped to bring us into this world. Write your stories, read your stories, enjoy who you are."
Grand, isn't it?
Don't forget, tomorrow will probably be the last day of my blog for a couple of weeks. If I can, I'll try to locate a computer with internet, and blog to my heart's content. But if not, don't forget to check back. And, hey, say a little prayer for me, will you?
Blessings.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Friends
I've got friends!
You know the Bible says to have friends you have to be friendly. Well, I must be doing something right. Let me tell you about two of them:
No. 1: Country girl that doesn't do too much traveling. She and her family live
simply and work hard. We call often and ask if we can spend the night, have
Sunday dinner with them. You know what she almost always says? Yes (of
course), but then she thanks me for the privilege of keeping us. She offers to listen any time I need (or want) to bend her ear. That sounds like a friend to me.
No. 2: Another one is a minister's wife. I haven't known her very long. We went to visit up that way (business that meant we'd be staying near her & her family). Ate dinner with them. And, by the way, it was a meal fit for royalty. I digress, although actually, that's part of her charm. Anyway, I mentioned I needed to get a photo of myself for my writing cards and one-sheets. She generously offered to take a few of me and hubby after dinner.
She did a fantastic job! I'm supposed to put one up on my blog here, but
haven't had time yet. So if I don't get it done, JW, I'll try to after
conference. Thanks bunches. It meant a lot to me.
How blest am I?
Just a reminder: I'll be leaving next week for ACFW conference, so I won't be blogging from Wednesday on, for maybe a couple weeks, unless I can get to the internet someway. Anyway, don't forget to check back after the first of October.
Here's a Tip for the MW's:
Don't skimp on certain products. I've found out the hard way that certain personal products like lotions, etc., are worth paying a little extra to get the better brand. Example: Certain shampoo works better, gives my hair more life and color. I've stopped buying that cheaper brand, and will sacrifice something else, to get the better.
Food items can work the same way. Some things I don't mind buying the generic brands, but then, others--like flour--I'd rather splurge for better.
Why does this matter? I'm the type to buy cheap if I can get away with it. Well, I can't always get away with it. But when I have to buy the more expensive product, I accept that I must. I allow that it gives me more confidence, peace of mine, and satisfaction. I know I'm doing something good for me and for my family. Careful? Always. Smart? I try to be. Does any of that make sense?
Quote: "Hold a true friend with both your hands."
Big blessings for a wonderful weekend.
You know the Bible says to have friends you have to be friendly. Well, I must be doing something right. Let me tell you about two of them:
No. 1: Country girl that doesn't do too much traveling. She and her family live
simply and work hard. We call often and ask if we can spend the night, have
Sunday dinner with them. You know what she almost always says? Yes (of
course), but then she thanks me for the privilege of keeping us. She offers to listen any time I need (or want) to bend her ear. That sounds like a friend to me.
No. 2: Another one is a minister's wife. I haven't known her very long. We went to visit up that way (business that meant we'd be staying near her & her family). Ate dinner with them. And, by the way, it was a meal fit for royalty. I digress, although actually, that's part of her charm. Anyway, I mentioned I needed to get a photo of myself for my writing cards and one-sheets. She generously offered to take a few of me and hubby after dinner.
She did a fantastic job! I'm supposed to put one up on my blog here, but
haven't had time yet. So if I don't get it done, JW, I'll try to after
conference. Thanks bunches. It meant a lot to me.
How blest am I?
Just a reminder: I'll be leaving next week for ACFW conference, so I won't be blogging from Wednesday on, for maybe a couple weeks, unless I can get to the internet someway. Anyway, don't forget to check back after the first of October.
Here's a Tip for the MW's:
Don't skimp on certain products. I've found out the hard way that certain personal products like lotions, etc., are worth paying a little extra to get the better brand. Example: Certain shampoo works better, gives my hair more life and color. I've stopped buying that cheaper brand, and will sacrifice something else, to get the better.
Food items can work the same way. Some things I don't mind buying the generic brands, but then, others--like flour--I'd rather splurge for better.
Why does this matter? I'm the type to buy cheap if I can get away with it. Well, I can't always get away with it. But when I have to buy the more expensive product, I accept that I must. I allow that it gives me more confidence, peace of mine, and satisfaction. I know I'm doing something good for me and for my family. Careful? Always. Smart? I try to be. Does any of that make sense?
Quote: "Hold a true friend with both your hands."
Big blessings for a wonderful weekend.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Rushing Around
Got too much to do today.
At work--I thought yesterday--I had pretty much everything ready to go. Today: piled up on my desk like lint. Or worse, dust.
Finish a newsletter that's been very tempermental the last two days. When I get back from ACFW I'll probably start over rather than worrying anymore about fixing this one.
Put together three weeks worth of bulletins.
Type up a form for pastor
Print and label postcards.
Print and label insert sheets
Label said newsletters (220 of them)
And more.
So, no chance to work on writing stuff so far today. Maybe tonight.
But rushing around gives me a headache. Granted, I love to be busy. Can't stand it when I have nothing to do (which has been so long, I feel like I'm telling a fib when I talk about it).
And I can't really when was the last time I had nothing to do. I always have something to do (don't you mothers agree?) .
Rushing around causes me to forget things. And to make mistakes.
So what to do?
Slow down, take a deep breath. For me: organize. Make lists. Tell my brain. Stop. Relax. One thing at a time.
And that usually does the trick. When my overloaded (excited) brain realizes that everything doesn't have to be done (or least I can't do everything at once), it's as if I'm released from heavy chains. I can go again and tick off the items on my list one at a time.
Besides, when I rush, I miss things: like the beauty of my garden pond. The hills with morning mist hanging over them. The moon shining through the treetops. My animals wanting attention, their beautiful green/brown/blue eyes on me, trusting me to give them what they need. My husband and boys wanting my company, loving me when I'm too busy to talk, helping me in the house, running errands for me.
So the moral of the story: Slow down, rabbit. Things will get done and you'll enjoy the scenery along the way lots more.
A suggestion for you MW's, that might just help you relax a little today:
Make a list today of all the things that are beautiful in your life. When you've thought of all you can, thank God for them. Name each thing aloud. Think about them. What would you do if something suddenly took away one of them? Study your list, pray over it, tuck it in your Bible, your purse, a notebook. Somewhere that you can see it often.
What good does doing things like that do? Oh, make us more thankful. Helps us realize what blessings we already have, and hesitant to ask for more. Why should God give us more if we're not thankful for what we have? Besides, I want you to realize you're blest. God loves you. Let that thought sink in and may it resound throughout your evening.
Quote:
Rejoice, and again, I say: Rejoice.
Blessings.
At work--I thought yesterday--I had pretty much everything ready to go. Today: piled up on my desk like lint. Or worse, dust.
Finish a newsletter that's been very tempermental the last two days. When I get back from ACFW I'll probably start over rather than worrying anymore about fixing this one.
Put together three weeks worth of bulletins.
Type up a form for pastor
Print and label postcards.
Print and label insert sheets
Label said newsletters (220 of them)
And more.
So, no chance to work on writing stuff so far today. Maybe tonight.
But rushing around gives me a headache. Granted, I love to be busy. Can't stand it when I have nothing to do (which has been so long, I feel like I'm telling a fib when I talk about it).
And I can't really when was the last time I had nothing to do. I always have something to do (don't you mothers agree?) .
Rushing around causes me to forget things. And to make mistakes.
So what to do?
Slow down, take a deep breath. For me: organize. Make lists. Tell my brain. Stop. Relax. One thing at a time.
And that usually does the trick. When my overloaded (excited) brain realizes that everything doesn't have to be done (or least I can't do everything at once), it's as if I'm released from heavy chains. I can go again and tick off the items on my list one at a time.
Besides, when I rush, I miss things: like the beauty of my garden pond. The hills with morning mist hanging over them. The moon shining through the treetops. My animals wanting attention, their beautiful green/brown/blue eyes on me, trusting me to give them what they need. My husband and boys wanting my company, loving me when I'm too busy to talk, helping me in the house, running errands for me.
So the moral of the story: Slow down, rabbit. Things will get done and you'll enjoy the scenery along the way lots more.
A suggestion for you MW's, that might just help you relax a little today:
Make a list today of all the things that are beautiful in your life. When you've thought of all you can, thank God for them. Name each thing aloud. Think about them. What would you do if something suddenly took away one of them? Study your list, pray over it, tuck it in your Bible, your purse, a notebook. Somewhere that you can see it often.
What good does doing things like that do? Oh, make us more thankful. Helps us realize what blessings we already have, and hesitant to ask for more. Why should God give us more if we're not thankful for what we have? Besides, I want you to realize you're blest. God loves you. Let that thought sink in and may it resound throughout your evening.
Quote:
Rejoice, and again, I say: Rejoice.
Blessings.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Reaching for the Stars
Ah, yes. Isn't that a grand sentiment?
I like the thought, but do I practice it? Or do I settle for the mediocre, the general, the usual? Oops. I'm afraid too many times that's exactly what I do. Ouch!
Reaching for the stars means trusting God for big things.
* Don't be surprised when the answer is there, waiting.
* Don't stand there with my mouth hanging open when He grants a desire.
He loves me after all. He wants me to be satisfied.
* Don't be afraid to ask Him for something. He's my father.
So that takes me to my writing. Am I hoping too much to want to be published? Am I striving too hard? I don't think so. Nothing was ever gained by lackadaisial behavior. I believe in working hard, doing the very best you can with what talents and ability God's given us. Then when we've fulfilled our part, He'll step in and do His.
When God gives us a talent, or a special desire, don't you think we need to use it? Take that sewing ability and really make something of it. How about singing? Do you have a special knack at visiting? Older people? Working with youth? Cooking? Some type of art?
I'm going to do my best to use my gift. I'm going to hitch my wagon to a star!
So, this quote today fits right in with the above sentiments:
* The height of your accomplishments will equal the depth of your convictions. --Wm Scovalino
Here's a suggestion for you today, MW's:
Take five minutes today to evaluate your special gift from God. Don't say you don't have one. Everyone does. If you don't know what it is, ask someone what they think you're really good at. Then begin using it. Plan on how you can best utilize it. Don't waste it. Use it.
Blessings today on you and your gift from God.
I like the thought, but do I practice it? Or do I settle for the mediocre, the general, the usual? Oops. I'm afraid too many times that's exactly what I do. Ouch!
Reaching for the stars means trusting God for big things.
* Don't be surprised when the answer is there, waiting.
* Don't stand there with my mouth hanging open when He grants a desire.
He loves me after all. He wants me to be satisfied.
* Don't be afraid to ask Him for something. He's my father.
So that takes me to my writing. Am I hoping too much to want to be published? Am I striving too hard? I don't think so. Nothing was ever gained by lackadaisial behavior. I believe in working hard, doing the very best you can with what talents and ability God's given us. Then when we've fulfilled our part, He'll step in and do His.
When God gives us a talent, or a special desire, don't you think we need to use it? Take that sewing ability and really make something of it. How about singing? Do you have a special knack at visiting? Older people? Working with youth? Cooking? Some type of art?
I'm going to do my best to use my gift. I'm going to hitch my wagon to a star!
So, this quote today fits right in with the above sentiments:
* The height of your accomplishments will equal the depth of your convictions. --Wm Scovalino
Here's a suggestion for you today, MW's:
Take five minutes today to evaluate your special gift from God. Don't say you don't have one. Everyone does. If you don't know what it is, ask someone what they think you're really good at. Then begin using it. Plan on how you can best utilize it. Don't waste it. Use it.
Blessings today on you and your gift from God.
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