have been drawing birthday cakes for family and close friends for their
birthdays. If you’ve had a birthday this month and you weren’t mentioned, and
feel a little sad about that, then consider this yours!
is another grade school friend. There’s a group of us who have managed to stay
in touch on a pretty regular basis. In grade school, I always thought Mark
would be some kind of actor or in the movie business… and I was right. He’s
made movies and writes screenplays and writes for television. And it hasn’t
gone to his head… he’s still nice. Happy Birthday Mark!
is my great niece. She’s a spitting image of her mother when her mom was her
age. Since I don’t get to see Sophia too often, I can remember one of the first
times, I was so impressed because she was like a little adult, carrying on a
conversation hundred times better than I could as an adult. She raises goats,
takes them to fairs and wins! And with the winnings, buys another goat and
starts all over. I’ll show my ignorance about goats, but I think a baby one is called
a kid. And the first time I heard a goat ‘whining’ I seriously thought it was a
human kid having a fit. Scared the crap out of me as I thought they had some poor
child locked up in the barn. Turns out it was the goat. Go figure. I can’t wait
to see what Sophia will grow up to be… Happy Birthday Sweetie!
is my nephew… I haven’t seen him in quite a few years. Gosh, it’s probably been
about ten years now. The last time I did see him, he was so tall. Prior to that
he was a little tiny thing. They do grow fast. I think he has to be somewhere
around my daughter’s age. Seems like when they were all little and played
together, he was in that age bracket somewhere, so I’d guess he’s early-mid 20s
by now. I don’t know if you’ll see this… I have no address to send a card… but
you’re thought of on your birthday. Hope it’s a good one.
There’s been many a disjunction in my life. But I’m better for it.
food for thought: break all to smithereens…
When my girls and I went to Joplin for my friend Geoff’s memorial service, Jessica made a CD with a variety of songs on it. One was “ Walking on Broken Glass” by Annie Lennox. Jessica said she remembered when they were all little and I drove them to school, we’d all rock out to this song. I couldn’t remember. Surprise.
But tell me what you think when you hear this song…
of the words listed in the thesaurus is “hookup” for the word junction, and so this one is for you
Casey. I’ve used the term hookup loosely telling Casey that maybe he and his
friend could hookup. He’d roll his eyes at me and sigh, “Mom, please. I won’t
be hooking up with her.”
what does the locket (below) have to do with anything? Well, it came 'unhooked' and I
lost the little handmade book inside that my daughter Rita made me. Wah.
food for thought: “Seas but join the regions
thesaurus also says: ‘See mixture’ and then states: Freedom from Mixture. – This
to me seems odd. I guess if something involves simpleness or simplicity,
there’s no need to stir anything in to the mix. Unless you make rice krispie
treats, but those are simple, and simply good!
food for thought: I’m sure I’m giving a
glowing look at how unintelligent I am. Dur. However, I never did claim to be a
genius. But now for the serious business: do you like rice krispie treats?
is hard to believe that this little stinker is 16 today. From the day he was
born, Josh was the most quiet and best kid… still is. His mom (my sister), Josh
and myself took an eight hour drive to visit another niece. Not once, and I repeat,
not once did Josh say, “Are we there yet?”Josh was about nine, maybe. I can’t remember, but the age
where it would be so typical to hear, “Are we there yet?” or any kind of
whining. But not one whine out of him. I’m serious. We stopped at some antique
store—Ruth and I browsing our little hearts out, Josh following. He picked up
an item and asked his mom, “Can I have this?” She said, “No.” He put it back
and didn’t say a word. I was dumbfounded. What? No tantrum? No pleading? No begging?
I kid you not. I waited the entire trip for him to whine about something and he
didn’t… not until I pushed his button. So that was my fault. The kid loved to
run, so anytime we stopped at a rest area, Josh would just run around. One
time, for fun, I shouted, “Run, Forest, run.” He gave me a stern look and in
the same tone said, “My name’s not Forest.” The was the extent of his sass. The
trip was quite unforgettable, especially for Forest… err, I mean, Josh. I sang
most of the way… trying to get Josh to sing along with me. It didn’t work. I
told you he was quiet. He later nicknamed me LLL (Loud Loony Lynn). Josh,
you’re adorable and I hope you have the best 16th birthday!
only recently got to know Brother Brian when I took one of his
sketch/journaling workshops, which has inspired me to draw (every day! hence, the posts here since April). The
last time I saw Brother Brian, I found out that he will be relocating. I said something
about ‘going away’ and he didn’t correct me necessarily, but restated it as
“moving forward.” I hadn’t thought about it that way, and I like it. Today is
not the day he is moving forward, but it is the day I will get to see him and
say “best of luck in moving forward.” Check out his blog: abz paperless sketchbook journal.
This sketch is on part of a wall in my 'writing room' and something on this wall Brother Brian created...
met Donna through blogging. I was a bit intimidated by Donna until I found out about
a dinner she had with a co-worker/friend. They started talking about writing
and publishing. Her co-worker said that her cousin writes too and it turns out
that cousin was me! I figured if Donna knew Janice (my cousin), then maybe
there wasn’t a need for me to be intimidated because I knew Janice wouldn’t be
friends with someone who wasn’t likeable. The more I get to know Donna, the
sweeter I find her to be. It also goes to show you what a small world it is… Happy
Birthday Donna! (I’m only guessing at your birthdate, since you didn’t tell me
– other than it was in June.)
just love Sioux’s sass and spunk. You’ll get the idea when you check out her
blog, Sioux’s Pages. She also cracks me up. She makes me want to add more humor
to my writing, but I can’t do it like she can. Sioux keeps me in line at our
critique meetings… that of which I’m totally grateful for. Sioux has a most
generous heart and I’m blessed to be her friend.
can get an idea of what Linda is all about by taking a look at her blog, Write From the Heart. I meant to write Queen Chic on her cake because she is published
in so many Chicken Soup for the Soul books. I’m sure she is one of the top
peeps in the CS books. But that’s not all she’s published in. Check out the
side bar on her blog and you’ll be just amazed as I am. Not only that, she’s
sweet, generous, fun and all round great person. I’m glad to be her friend.
is my great nephew. I think he’s 20 today. I don’t get to see him often, but
every time I do, he’s grown… and by golly, he’s an adult now... well he has been. I just dusted off a picture of him and his siblings and he was about five, so I tend to always think of them as really young. I think it's time for an updated photo. Cale is a good looking
and sweet young man. I had to cheat and find out from his grandma what to put
on his cake… she didn’t say race car, but it was easier to draw than a regular
car… well for me anyway.
amazed at the many definitions of superiority, but I like the slang version:
beat the band or take the cake. The word superiority has an air about it so I
prefer “reach a new high.” Isn’t that what we try and do in life in bettering
food for thought: In what ways have you
reached a new high?
have two printer drawers which I have tiny things in their slots. I’m always on
the look out for small-ness. During a sheep festival that my daughter and
sister attended, I received this tiny sheep. It represents smallness.
food for thought: What’s the smallest thing