I like Jordin Sparks. Aside from her extremely cute last name, and the fact that she is NOT a size two and still looks fabulous (kudos to regular sized teenagers!), I have to admire her poise and humor at the age of 17 in front of millions.
I also like her because she reads Christian novels – I read an article in TV Guide about her favorite novel (which just happens to be mine – Reedeeming Love by Francine Rivers).
As a Minnesotan who frequently drives through Hinckley, MN, Marlo Schalesky’s book, Veil of Fire caught my eye. The Hinckley fire is one of those that is talked about with an aura of mystique. (Hinckley is also the exit off Hwy 35W North that hosts “Tobies” — the world greatest pastries!). I’ve always longed to read a story with Hinckley at the center.
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.
Uh…Pirate! Okay, you all remember that line in the first Pirates of the Carribean where Jack Sparrow cheats during the sword fight with Orlando, and Orlando gives him an incredulous look of disbelief? The reponse by Sparrow is priceless…he simply shrugs and says, “uh…Pirate!” as in, what did you expect?
It’s been adopted by our family as a response to questions like,
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,
I really don’t try to drive my daughter crazy. I promise I don’t. But from our conversation this morning as she left the house, (into 20 degree weather with a wet, uncombed, freshly showered head), one would think I’m trying to drive her insane.
“Sarah, did you forget to comb your hair?” I say as I see her mop dripping onto her coat.
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,
