And I didn’t even have to ask her. What a blessing she is!
Here’s the scoop:
Rules:
Everyone who leaves a comment on this website’s guestbook between the dates of
May 7th, 2008 & May 28th, 2008
will be entered to win a free, autographed copy of Susan May Warren’s contemporary romance novel,
Taming Rafe
In the guestbook, simply tell of your favorite thing about cowboys (real or fiction) and you’re signed up!
to Petticoats and Pistols today! I’m guest blogging and GIVING AWAY A $50 GIFT CERTIFICATE TO VICTORIA’S SECRETS!
Here’s a sneak peak:
When I was a little, I had a horse named Sun Dancer. He lived in my basement, in the corner, and his springs squeaked when I rode him. He ate things like Cheerios and potato chips, and on him, I galloped the rolling hills of Montana, chasing down them varmints who stole my pappy’s land.
Yeah, I wanted to be a cowgirl. But it ain’t easy to emulate Annie Oakley when you live in the suburbs. So I read a lot of Louis L’amour and dreamed of the day when I’d move west and start my dude ranch. But my vision of ranching was Bonanza, and little Joe, and cute cowboys in Stetsons, and horses. It was Oklahoma and square dancing and rodeo. Boiled down, I thought ranching was a country music song.
Hey Fillies! 
A gal can always use a new petticoat, right?
In honor of the Petticoats and Pistols Spring Round-up, I’m having a fun, “Petticoat” contest!
On April 30th I’ll be guest blogging over at Petticoats and Pistols during their Spring Author Roundup. Make sure to stop by and enter to win the $50 gift certificate to Victoria’s Secret, that I’ll be giving away !
And don’t forget to stop by whosrafe.susanmaywarren.com to meet MY favorite western hero! Giddy-up!
Hey all! Her’es a little day trip detour on my blog tour — Annette Irby posted a fun interview about Rafe this week at: http://www.annetteirby.blogspot.com
For more blog tour info and links to my fun (and yummy!) contest, go to whosrafe.susanmaywarren.com!
Thanks for stopping by!
Well, it’s here. That time in every parent’s life that we dread, that one evitable season where we live on faith and with one eye closed…yep, you guessed it…The Learner’s Permit. I’m thinking that there needs to be an accessory added to every car when a kid hits 15 that allows a parent to grab the wheel and slam on the brakes and avert sure disaster. I mean, have you tried to leap the center mount of a SUV while said car is sliding into a ditch? People can get hurt, and I’m talking BEFORE the impact with the guardrail.
Yeah, my oldest son is driving, and it’s made for some interesting personal discoveries. Like the fact that yes, although my husband has been insinuating this for years, I am indeed a control freak. I’m also narrow minded (But it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the INTENT behind the rule that the driver gets to choose the music, is really, MOM gets to choose the music.) And, yes, okay, I’m a bit of a hypocrite. Because driving above the speed limit is not an option. (I don’t care what my son thinks he’s seen from the passenger seat over the years!)
The truth is, I’m not necessarily liking this side of me…The Passenger side.
I don’t know when it happened, but suddenly I woke up and discovered I’d become a sort of passenger in my children’s lives. I’m seeing them take control, do their own driving. It’s not easy handing over those keys, I have to admit.
Moreover, they’re onto the ploys I’ve used over the years, my telling them there is only one direction to travel, and how fast they should get there. Like with clothing choices, and dating choices. And spiritual journeys.
So, I’ve come up with a new strategy to help them as they take control of the wheel. Here it is, Susie’s I-hope-it-works Secret to Staying on the Road…
Yes, I admit it. I buy into the whole, “Time to make New Year’s Resolutions” thing every year. Like Dorothy in the Emerald City, I believe that if I make my “wish” and tap my feet three times, that resolution will happen. “I will lose ten pounds, I will lose ten pounds.” Or “I will make healthy dinners as opposed to frozen pizza…” (that’s hard to say quickly over and over, which maybe says something for whether or not it should be said?) However, well, you and I both know it takes commitment, and a plan and willingness to sacrifice bad habit to make a resolution work. And while, although I have all three of those qualities, perhaps I don’t have them all at the same time.
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I don’t get out a lot. Really, I’m serious. I live in the woods, ten miles from town, which is only about 1300 people. It’s THREE hours to the nearest big town, the nearest McDonalds (didn’t know that was possible, did you?), the nearest movie theater, the nearest MALL. So, a shopping day for me means getting up at 6am, piling into the car (which has to be unloaded of all the junk in the back end – and don’t tell me you don’t know what I mean – the sports gear, the empty soda cans, the old spare that still hasn’t been put back on it’s rack –), gassing up the tank (there goes half my shopping budget), stopping at the Java Joint, and driving through the mist that filters off the lake, eyes peeled for deer. By the time I pull into the Mall, I’m already exhausted. But my to-do list is two pages, college-ruled paper, both sides, so I am a woman on a mission. I don’t dilly. I don’t dally. I aim, and shoot, and there is no deviation from the goal.
Read more at Faithchick!