Don’t Look! My Family’s Gone Christmas Again!

I can’t believe tomorrow is already Christmas Eve. We’ve had some of the grandkids over and it’s been a blast.

One of the grandsons from Washington State flew in with his girlfriend. She’s expecting our first great-grandchild this summer, and it means so much that she came to see us while she could still travel. So we’ve been enjoying our time with her. She had a little trouble with preggers nausea, but after a quick trip to the clinic for a refill on her morning sickness meds we went on to dine on the good stuff. Shrimp, oysters, crabs, crawfish pies, snow crab legs, coleslaw and French fries. Our mama-to-be had a burger but snuck a few shrimp too!

Entertainment was up to its usual high standards, unintended as well as intended. Hubby and I were drinking our morning coffee when we spotted one of the boys in the edge of the woods. He had on hunting boots, camouflage shirt, hat, shooting glasses, and carried a compound bow in one hand and a range finder in the other.

And wrecked the whole professional hunter effect by wearing shorts. Red ones.  And my Lord, that boy has some white legs! We laughed so hard at the incongruity we had to lean on each other to stand up.

I’ll admit our bunch is food oriented. Growing teenage boys and all that. So I spend a large amount of time in the kitchen. Unfortunately that leaves the kids entertaining themselves. Almost burned the French toast one morning when hysterical laughter and loud rhythmic crinkling noises distracted me. I’m used to laughter and the kids running past while I’m busy. But the huff, crinkle  huff, crinkle I was hearing was something new. I frowned as it got louder and louder and closer and closer. I know my mouth fell open when a human-sized Christmas present bunny-hopped past the door in their wake, yelling bloody murder. The words were a little muffled by colorful layers of wrapping paper and multiple stick-on bows, but I think the gist of it was, “Dammit! Untape my ankles! It’s not funny any more! C’mon! At least unwrap my head so I can see!” Whoever it was huff, crinkled off into the distance, and I’m assuming he was cut loose because they all turned up to eat. I hope there aren’t any more gifts to wrap because I’m pretty sure there’s no paper–or tape– left after that stunt.

The general population of our family runs long on males. That means we have an assortment of hunting goods around here. Animal calls in particular. Duck calls, crow calls, squirrel, baby rabbit, dying rabbit, deer grunt, dove, turkey, elk . . . you name it, it’s hanging on a string somewhere in the house. I was woken early one morning to g-kids circling the bed doing their rendition of Christmas carols. Wish I’d been able to record it. There’s no way to effectively describe the sound of We Wish You a Merry Christmas being exuberantly honked, hooted, quacked, cawed, gobbled, cooed, grunted, bleated and bugled instead of sung. The closest I can come is it was like a warped woodland version of the barking dog Jingle Bells I hear on the radio. I may have been startled awake –okay, I nearly had a heart attack until I realized my room hadn’t shifted to a Twilight Zone zoo somewhere — but I wouldn’t trade a single squeal, squawk, caw or joyous blat of it. Memories like that are priceless. And make for great blackmail material!

I enjoy our times together with the kids. But I have to share them with the rest of the family; it’s only fair. We drove them all to Petal today to spend the next few days deer hunting. Wonder if I should have reminded them I’m food oriented too. And I sure wouldn’t object to a nice deer roast.

I always have fun sharing my family here. They keep life interesting for me! Hope they do for you, too.

May everyone have a very Merry Christmas! Keep the spirit, and good writing!


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Rolling in the Deep

Hello everyone! I truly hope everyone had a safe and fun Memorial Day weekend. I got to go see my nephew play in a coach tournament in Foley, Al. The traffic was horrible so of course I was late and only got to see him play two innings. But his team won and I’m very proud of him. I don’t normally talk about my family here because well, they don’t all know my pen name J however, I have some of the most talented nephews ever! My oldest nephew and middle nephew are two of the best baseball players I’ve seen as kids. And no, I’m not being biased here. They have bright futures ahead. My other nephew is talented in another way, he’s a comedian and can convince you to do just about anything. He’s a talker and boy can he talk J He also rides horses and I’m looking forward to seeing how he turns out when he gets a little older and can rodeo.  So anyhow that was my weekend, seeing my nephews.

I also got the chance to write a little. I spent way too much time on youtube listening to writing music and was so surprised to be struck with an idea of a new story. It might shock you all to know that I dabble with writing Christian romance on the side. I truly enjoy writing lost love stories and how the relationship comes back together. I toy with ideas all the time and while I knew I had to write at least one scene for a paranormal romance I’m writing I found two perfect songs.

The first song I listened to while writing a fight/love scene was Rolling in the Deep by Adele. I just love this song, it’s so angry but sexy. I mean my characters were so mad with each other yet at the same time they wanted to “roll in the deep”. This was just the perfect song to listen to while having them kinda hash things out. This relationship is at the point where they can’t decide to have it all or to burn it to the ground. Of course they didn’t resolve anything but still it was fun to write and I am really enjoying writing this story when I find the time to write.

The second song I listened to screamed to my heart about lost loves. Oh wow, Adele has the best voice ever!! I’m beyond in love with listening to her sing. Her song, Someone Like You, is the ideal song for how my characters for my Christian romance are feeling. In this book it’s about two characters who were high school sweethearts yet in college everything changed and they lost each other. Years later my main character is working in the ER and in comes the man who she lost. His son is hurt and she has to treat him. She knows he’s married and is a preacher now but has no idea that his wife had left him with his son.  They get a second chance to do it over, to have an adult relationship and begin again. Only the ex-wife(lots of detail on the divorce in the book J ) shows up wanting him and their son back. My main character wants to do the right thing and let the family reunite but as a woman she wants to beat the tar out of this woman who has come back to ruin her relationship. Working everyday in the ER and dealing with the ups and downs of life, she’s started to question God also.  So it’s a journey from teenage wild child to mature woman who has to rediscover her faith and trust love. My preacher spoke of “getting in the boat” one Sunday and that sermon stuck out to me more than others. In this book this woman has to decide to “get in the boat” or be left forever on the shore.


I love to dabble. I get an idea and let it flow. If I only get one chapter so be it but I’ve got to try.  Do you dabble? Do you find one thing that you like and never try anything new?

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