For a brief time during college, I wanted to be a producer. A news producer. I was in school for mass communications and piled up the broadcasting classes, even doing a stint at a cable news station.
All because of Holly Hunter. Or, more specifically, Broadcast News. My favorite show for years,
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 apotea kupongkod day for me means getting up at 6am,
I met Siri this summer at the Christy Awards in Denver, Colorado. Cute, with a great sense of fashion, Siri was a contender in my category for Romance novel, with her book Chateau of Echoes. Personally, her book was my favorite Uk Contact Numbers — Chateau had a lyrical,
I love country music. And it’s not just because the country music world is the host for a bunch of cute singers (case in point, Brad Paisley, Tim Look-At-those-Muscles-McGraw and Kute Keith Urban), but because I can identify with the songs. Like Trace Adkins puts it, they’re “songs about me.” Except, well, I don’t have a pickup,
We live in a small community and attend a small church, approximately 60 some members any given Sunday. Hence, we are pretty personal with our prayer requests – the pastor asks for requests from the congregation during our pastoral prayer time. Usually, I’m fairly close to my chest with prayer requests, limiting them to health or praise reports.
I came upon this quote not long ago…”People are like stained glass windows; they sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness set in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within.” (Elizabeth Kubler-Ross) When my kids were young, we’d play a game — they’d scribble on a piece of paper,
“Mom, if your son died saving the entire world, would you be surprised?”
I have to admit – I didn’t expect this sort of depth from my 9 year old. But then again, we’d just been talking about spiritual things during our Bible time in homeschool, so maybe his thoughts were still on divine amazing things.
Crash and Burn
Dad is sad. Very Very Sad. He had a bad day. What a day Dad had.
Excerpted from Hop on Pop.
It probably started with the fog. It covered the highway like a something out of a Jane Eyre novel as I drove up the shore toward the big town of Duluth on Tuesday.
Comfort Food
Okay, it’s a comfort food day. I’d like to say that I’m strong today, that the leftover Easter M & Ms haven’t had their way with me. That the pizza from last night is still in the fridge, that I’ve eaten an apple instead of a bowl of golden grahams just to hear the crunch.
Okay, I know that I’m partial toward stories about Alaska, and cute men, and girls out of their element, making their world work, but as soon as I saw the premier of Men in Trees (Friday nights!) with Anne Hesche (who normally I don’t love, but in this she is so cute!) I know it would be a winner.
