Here are those rest and relaxation in the middle of summer time quotes I promised.
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." - Sir John Lubbock
Sir John sounds as if he knew how to focus in on the important moments of life. Of course I'd have to have bug spray or I'd be busy the next day scratching chiggers. Oh yeah, and if I didn't sneak off and leave my dog behind, he'd be right in my face licking me or sitting on top of me. A big 95 pound lab sitting on you doesn't lend itself to relaxation. But it does sound like a delicious afternoon's pasttime.
Here's the next one. It's from a "Sir" too. Guess they had the leisure to think about leisure.
"Let us not hurry so in our pace of living that we lose sight of the art of living." - Sir Frances Bacon
I'm trying not to do that. I'm trying to remember to enjoy the precious present. A moment with a grandchild. A new flower in the pasture. Those white clouds Sir John was talking about chasing across a blue sky. Hope you have a restful week and enjoy the moment that you are in. I love summer even when it's hot. But then I love Spring and Fall and even Winter. And I'm going to love August this year. See, here I am hurrying on past July, but I'm anxious to have my new book, The Outsider, out on the store shelves or maybe I should say in readers' hands. And I'm anxious to hold my new twin grandsons. Who wouldn't look forward to August with those kinds of promises waiting? But I won't hurry it along. I won't need to. The days hurry by fast enough on their own. Enjoy!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
A Loving Church Family
Hi, everybody. Here it is Sunday again. Do you ever feel like the weeks are only three days long instead of seven? I know one thing - I try to shoehorn in about ten days of work into those seven days and it's going to get worse for me before it gets better on the work front. The garden is coming on with bushels of beans and there are blackberries out in the field. I love blackberry jam, but those berries don't jump in the pot by themselves. Then I still have that deadline for my next Shaker book, tentatively titled The Believer, flashing up in front of my panicked mind every once in a while. Actually I'm not panicked yet, but I can imagine getting there. My goal is to have the first draft finished this month, but I rarely ever meet my writing quota goals. Probably because I don't set realistic ones. I always think I'm a faster writer than I actually am. But with this book, I need to hit my goals or at least stay very close to them because the twins are on their way. About three weeks away or so my daughter-in-law hopes.
The doctors measured them last Thursday as they can now before they are born with their magical instruments. Their measurements had the babies weighing 4 lbs 11 oz each. That's a lot of babies to be carrying around for three more weeks or longer. Needless to say my daughter-in-law is tired and feeling heavy and ready to have those twins discover America! We're all anxious to see our newest family members, but it will be better for them if they wait a few more weeks.
At any rate their birthday still promises to come about the same time as the release date for my new book, The Outsider, August 1. I'm looking forward to that too. It seems to be selling well prior to publication. I can only hope and pray that all the readers who are ready to take a chance on the story will be happy they chose my story to read. The Shakers were an odd group with so many contradictory ways, but yet you have to admire their devotion and their ability to create communities that demonstrated their idea of heaven on earth and to keep them going for years as a celibate people who had to get all their converts from the "world" they so wanted to shut away from them. Romantic Times Book Review Magazine gave the book a great review and chose it as one of the "Top Picks!" for Christian fiction. That was good news. I can't keep from reading reviews and taking whatever the reviewer said to heart, so it's good when the reviewer has good things to say. Makes me second guess myself if someone doesn't like my story or my writing. It shouldn't, because we can't expect everyone to have the same point of view or like the same kinds of stories. Still... as a writer, I want everybody to like my stories. I might not really expect that to happen, but I do want it to happen.
I've gotten far afield as I often do when I'm journaling. Our preacher calls it chasing rabbits. I start at point A and before I take a breath, I've zigzagged to point G or maybe point T or even point Z. But what I planned to write about when I started was my church family. I dedicated The Outsider to my brothers and sisters in Christ at Goshen Church. We're a little church and I do mean little. A big crowd for us is anything over 50 and we have dipped lots lower than that. This was one of those dipping mornings when we didn't quite have 25 there. It's been months since we were that low, but everybody was doing something else today or not feeling well. But we had what we call an "eatin' meeting," a potluck meal with yummy homecooking and time for fellowship. We have lots of those meetings and it helps us grow closer as a church family. But as any family does, we also have our conflicts and this or that person will fall away because of hurt feelings or personal problems. That might not be noticed so much in a big church with hundreds, even thousands of attendees, but boy, we notice it at our church and we miss those brothers or sisters who for this reason or that stop coming. And we rejoice when they step back into our fellowship.
My church family has always been loving and supportive of me and my writing and that's why I dedicated this new book about the Shakers, a different kind of religious family, to the many brothers and sisters in Christ with whom I have shared worship over the many years I have been going to Goshen. A lot of great Christian people who set good examples of faithfulness for me as a young Christian have moved on up to heaven. Others moved out of our church community and others are still there at Goshen. I love a small church like Goshen where everybody is family and we enjoy eating and praying together. I hope you all have a church family just as loving.
Enjoy the week. Maybe I'll put some quotes on this week about relaxing. Believe me, that's advice I need. :)
The doctors measured them last Thursday as they can now before they are born with their magical instruments. Their measurements had the babies weighing 4 lbs 11 oz each. That's a lot of babies to be carrying around for three more weeks or longer. Needless to say my daughter-in-law is tired and feeling heavy and ready to have those twins discover America! We're all anxious to see our newest family members, but it will be better for them if they wait a few more weeks.
At any rate their birthday still promises to come about the same time as the release date for my new book, The Outsider, August 1. I'm looking forward to that too. It seems to be selling well prior to publication. I can only hope and pray that all the readers who are ready to take a chance on the story will be happy they chose my story to read. The Shakers were an odd group with so many contradictory ways, but yet you have to admire their devotion and their ability to create communities that demonstrated their idea of heaven on earth and to keep them going for years as a celibate people who had to get all their converts from the "world" they so wanted to shut away from them. Romantic Times Book Review Magazine gave the book a great review and chose it as one of the "Top Picks!" for Christian fiction. That was good news. I can't keep from reading reviews and taking whatever the reviewer said to heart, so it's good when the reviewer has good things to say. Makes me second guess myself if someone doesn't like my story or my writing. It shouldn't, because we can't expect everyone to have the same point of view or like the same kinds of stories. Still... as a writer, I want everybody to like my stories. I might not really expect that to happen, but I do want it to happen.
I've gotten far afield as I often do when I'm journaling. Our preacher calls it chasing rabbits. I start at point A and before I take a breath, I've zigzagged to point G or maybe point T or even point Z. But what I planned to write about when I started was my church family. I dedicated The Outsider to my brothers and sisters in Christ at Goshen Church. We're a little church and I do mean little. A big crowd for us is anything over 50 and we have dipped lots lower than that. This was one of those dipping mornings when we didn't quite have 25 there. It's been months since we were that low, but everybody was doing something else today or not feeling well. But we had what we call an "eatin' meeting," a potluck meal with yummy homecooking and time for fellowship. We have lots of those meetings and it helps us grow closer as a church family. But as any family does, we also have our conflicts and this or that person will fall away because of hurt feelings or personal problems. That might not be noticed so much in a big church with hundreds, even thousands of attendees, but boy, we notice it at our church and we miss those brothers or sisters who for this reason or that stop coming. And we rejoice when they step back into our fellowship.
My church family has always been loving and supportive of me and my writing and that's why I dedicated this new book about the Shakers, a different kind of religious family, to the many brothers and sisters in Christ with whom I have shared worship over the many years I have been going to Goshen. A lot of great Christian people who set good examples of faithfulness for me as a young Christian have moved on up to heaven. Others moved out of our church community and others are still there at Goshen. I love a small church like Goshen where everybody is family and we enjoy eating and praying together. I hope you all have a church family just as loving.
Enjoy the week. Maybe I'll put some quotes on this week about relaxing. Believe me, that's advice I need. :)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
A Good-bye Tribute to Hank and Other Good Dogs
We just got home from helping our daughter-in-law and grandkids bury their dog, Hank. He was 16 years old and my daughter-in-law found him as a stray before she and my son got married. My son is away on business and last night something happened to Hank and he couldn't walk right this morning. Probably a brain tumor or a stroke. So she had to take him to the vet to be put down. The grandkids, ages 8, 6, & 2, have never known life without Hank, so they were very sad. But Hank was a good dog who accepted them into his family with joy when each of them were born and loved them without reservations. So my quotes this week are in honor of good dogs like Hank everywhere.
"Puppies are nature's remedy for feeling unloved." Richard Allan Palm
"Humankind is drawn to dogs because they are so like ourselves - bumbling, affectionate, confused, easily disappointed, eager to be amused, grateful for kindness and the least attention." Pam Brown
"When we leap, we must leap as though the net will appear. A leap in life, however big or small, is an act of commitment with the expectation of success." John O'Hurley from his book It's Okay to Miss the Bed on the First Jump and Other Lessons I Learned from Dogs
And last is my own - "Life is better with a dog who knows you are absolutely, for sure, his human."
"Puppies are nature's remedy for feeling unloved." Richard Allan Palm
"Humankind is drawn to dogs because they are so like ourselves - bumbling, affectionate, confused, easily disappointed, eager to be amused, grateful for kindness and the least attention." Pam Brown
"When we leap, we must leap as though the net will appear. A leap in life, however big or small, is an act of commitment with the expectation of success." John O'Hurley from his book It's Okay to Miss the Bed on the First Jump and Other Lessons I Learned from Dogs
And last is my own - "Life is better with a dog who knows you are absolutely, for sure, his human."
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Independence Day Weekend - God Bless America!
Hi everybody. Hope you had a great Fourth of July with picnics and fireworks and fun as you celebrated our nation's freedom. In our church bulletin today I put a quote from Pearl S. Buck "None who have always been free can understand the terrible fascination power of the hope of freedom to those who are not free." And that's right. We're so free that we never think about it. Not really. Not the way those who don't have our freedoms surely think about freedom.
We can do and say whatever we want - within the limits of the law, of course. We can choose our own professions. We can quit one job and find another. We can move to whatever community we want to. We can complain about the government without fear of reprisal. And boy, do we ever do that - complain about the government. But maybe that's good. Maybe that means we will never be satisfied with things as they are. We will always be growing as a people, as a nation.
But we can't forget that freedom is not free. Many men and women have given their lives in service to our country to keep our freedoms and to help people in other countries keep their freedoms. We have soldiers right now in harm's way who need our prayers as they serve our country. What better time than Independence Day to recognize and honor our veterans and those who are serving now. So don't be ashamed of that tear in your eye when you hear the "Star Spangled Banner." Let's wave the flag and count our blessings as an American. God bless America!
My husband's Southern Gospel Quartet is called the Patriot Quartet, and since they chose that name, they have made it a practice to sing some patriotic songs in all their concerts as they do their best to stand for God and country. They even titled one of their recordings that - "Standing for God and Country." Their patriotic songs celebrate our freedom as Americans and also our freedom as Christians. You can check out their songs on their website, http://www.patriotquartet.com/. They have some good ones.
They were singing at Fort Harrod in Harrodsburg, Kentucky last night and had a great crowd come out to hear some of those patriotic songs. But there were some unexpected guests that weren't as thrilled with their music while they were warming up and setting the sound system prior to the concert. Bats kept falling out of the upper reaches. I guess the high tenor notes were getting to them. Or maybe it was my husband's low notes. I'm not sure what frequency bats are on, but whatever these were on, the guys' singing was messing it up. Thank goodness and the Lord no bats came down to visit after the people started coming in. We might have heard some high tenor notes from some people besides the Patriot's tenor singer.
The quartet had three really good concerts this weekend and enjoyed singing on a weekend when they could showcase their patriotism and their patriotic songs.
I'm back to work tomorrow on my next Shaker book. The words were coming hard last week. I keep telling myself I need to make the turn for home. Nobody likes a book that goes on and on and forgets to end. So I think I'm turning for home. I hope I'm turning for home because if I'm not I'm going to have to weed out some of these words that I'm struggling so hard to plant on the paper or computer screen. Of course it's way easy to delete words on the computer. Hit a couple of keys and oops! It's all gone. And that's always when you don't want it to be all gone. Of course you can recover it. Can't you? Oh, not if you hit that other wrong key. I did a little of that last week. Just a paragraph's worth, but it was a good paragraph. I'm sure it was. But I couldn't find its echo in my head, so I just had to write a new one. I tried to imagine it was better. You know, writer's are supposed to have good imaginations.
Hope you have a great week with imaginings that bring you smiles and wonders.
We can do and say whatever we want - within the limits of the law, of course. We can choose our own professions. We can quit one job and find another. We can move to whatever community we want to. We can complain about the government without fear of reprisal. And boy, do we ever do that - complain about the government. But maybe that's good. Maybe that means we will never be satisfied with things as they are. We will always be growing as a people, as a nation.
But we can't forget that freedom is not free. Many men and women have given their lives in service to our country to keep our freedoms and to help people in other countries keep their freedoms. We have soldiers right now in harm's way who need our prayers as they serve our country. What better time than Independence Day to recognize and honor our veterans and those who are serving now. So don't be ashamed of that tear in your eye when you hear the "Star Spangled Banner." Let's wave the flag and count our blessings as an American. God bless America!
My husband's Southern Gospel Quartet is called the Patriot Quartet, and since they chose that name, they have made it a practice to sing some patriotic songs in all their concerts as they do their best to stand for God and country. They even titled one of their recordings that - "Standing for God and Country." Their patriotic songs celebrate our freedom as Americans and also our freedom as Christians. You can check out their songs on their website, http://www.patriotquartet.com/. They have some good ones.
They were singing at Fort Harrod in Harrodsburg, Kentucky last night and had a great crowd come out to hear some of those patriotic songs. But there were some unexpected guests that weren't as thrilled with their music while they were warming up and setting the sound system prior to the concert. Bats kept falling out of the upper reaches. I guess the high tenor notes were getting to them. Or maybe it was my husband's low notes. I'm not sure what frequency bats are on, but whatever these were on, the guys' singing was messing it up. Thank goodness and the Lord no bats came down to visit after the people started coming in. We might have heard some high tenor notes from some people besides the Patriot's tenor singer.
The quartet had three really good concerts this weekend and enjoyed singing on a weekend when they could showcase their patriotism and their patriotic songs.
I'm back to work tomorrow on my next Shaker book. The words were coming hard last week. I keep telling myself I need to make the turn for home. Nobody likes a book that goes on and on and forgets to end. So I think I'm turning for home. I hope I'm turning for home because if I'm not I'm going to have to weed out some of these words that I'm struggling so hard to plant on the paper or computer screen. Of course it's way easy to delete words on the computer. Hit a couple of keys and oops! It's all gone. And that's always when you don't want it to be all gone. Of course you can recover it. Can't you? Oh, not if you hit that other wrong key. I did a little of that last week. Just a paragraph's worth, but it was a good paragraph. I'm sure it was. But I couldn't find its echo in my head, so I just had to write a new one. I tried to imagine it was better. You know, writer's are supposed to have good imaginations.
Hope you have a great week with imaginings that bring you smiles and wonders.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
A New Book Makes an Optimist out of any Writer
Are you a glass half full or half empty type of person? I want to alway see my glass as half full and the truth of the matter is that my cup is most always running over and as someone more poetic than me once said, "I'm drinking out of the saucer." I read another take on that from another wise person. That person said if your cup is running over, set it in somebody else's saucer for a while. Blessings are to be shared.
So I'm sharing one with you today. I got my first copy of The Outsider in the mail today. It's always an exciting moment when a writer holds that finished book in her hand and imagines that lots and lots of people are going to do the same. That they're going to read my book and enjoy my story and love my characters. At least the ones they're supposed to love. That's the optimist in a writer. And I can stay optimistic for several months before I actually know for sure how the book is selling. Actually I think the cover on The Outsider is so great that it may sell the book all by itself. The model is beautiful just as Gabrielle in the book is beautiful and in another odd coincidence her name is Tasha (I think) Schmidt and my daughter's married name is Tarasa Schmidt. Plus Tarasa could have modeled for Gabrielle too. She's just as beautiful.
But now back to the optimist theme I'm supposed to be writing about. Here are some fun and wise sayings about optimism.
So I'm sharing one with you today. I got my first copy of The Outsider in the mail today. It's always an exciting moment when a writer holds that finished book in her hand and imagines that lots and lots of people are going to do the same. That they're going to read my book and enjoy my story and love my characters. At least the ones they're supposed to love. That's the optimist in a writer. And I can stay optimistic for several months before I actually know for sure how the book is selling. Actually I think the cover on The Outsider is so great that it may sell the book all by itself. The model is beautiful just as Gabrielle in the book is beautiful and in another odd coincidence her name is Tasha (I think) Schmidt and my daughter's married name is Tarasa Schmidt. Plus Tarasa could have modeled for Gabrielle too. She's just as beautiful.
But now back to the optimist theme I'm supposed to be writing about. Here are some fun and wise sayings about optimism.
- An optimist is a man who, instead of feeling sorry he cannot pay his bills, is glad he is not one of his creditors.
- Optimism: A cheerful frame of mind that enables a teakettle to sing though in hot water up to its nose.
- Since the house is on fire let us warm ourselves. Italian saying
- If you count the sunny and the cloudy days of the whole year, you will find that the sunshine predominates. (But maybe not in February in Kentucky. Tarasa counted one year.)
- An optimist is one who believes that a fly is looking for a way to get out.
- An optimist is one who sends a package by parcel post and marks it "rush."
Hope you have a running over cup of optimism this week. Talk to you this weekend. And I'll probably be getting more of my books next week so I'll be doing my drawing then for the copy of The Outsider. Still time to get in the drawing if you send me an e-mail. If you're a true optimist you'll think you're going to win, and if I'm a true optimist, I'll think you'll buy the book anyway even if you don't win the drawing. ;)
Sunday, June 29, 2008
What a Week!
Hi, everybody. Hope you had a great week and are looking forward to an even better one. They say the weather here mid-week will be fantastic and with the 4th coming up, that's good news. Tuesday is my oldest granddaughter's birthday. She'll be 14. You know how old that makes me feel? Well, you don't want to know and neither do I. :)
Actually I was 14 when I met my husband at a football game. I hate to admit it, but I didn't go to football games to watch football back then. I was watching the guys on the sidelines. At any rate, Darrell and I met and the moon and the stars must have been lined up just right, because we're still together all these years later. And yes, I was way too young to be out looking for the right guy. Guess I was blessed to find that right guy first time around. And now my granddaughter is going to be 14, but thank goodness she's not in as big a hurry as I was to go out boy hunting. Fourteen seems really young to me now, but I felt plenty old then. The perspective changes with age.
I got to see all my kids and their families this week. Not all at the same time, but all in the same week which is a gift. I have one son in WV and one daughter in SC and one son closer to home right here in my hometown. We went to see the son & family in WV the first of the week. His wife's a little over 7 months along carrying twins and she's getting tired, but so far, so good. We're praying she'll be able to endure a few more weeks and deliver wonderfully healthy baby boys some time in August. But summertime is a hard time to be expecting.
Then my daughter came home for a visit the end of the week and we had a great time. We went to the Kentucky Horse Park along with my other son and family. One of his daughters, age 6, is horse crazy. She decided she might like to redecorate her bedroom like the tack room that was on display in the visitors center except she'd have to have a window to see the horse next to the tackroom. You can tell she hasn't been in a lot of barns.
So it wasn't a good week production wise writing. I've been trying to meet a self-set goal of so many pages a day, but you know, you've got to put in the days. Still I guess everybody needs a few days off now and again. Especially in the summertime.
And I got some great news. Revell is offering a contract for the book I wrote based loosely on some of my mom's memories of growing up during the depression. It'll be a while before it's out on the market, but the story is extra special to me because of how Mom shared her memories with me to help me know how things were back then. I'll be sure to let you know more about the story down the road. I titled it Angel Sister, but titles sometimes get changed.
Now the publication date for The Outsider is drawing closer and closer (along with my twin grandsons' birthday to be). I'm hoping to take part in a book celebration at the Paul Sawyier Library in Frankfort, KY on August 2 (again if the twins don't decide to make their appearance that weekend). And then I'll be having another booklaunch party at Corinth Bookstore in Frankfort. We haven't set that date yet, but we're considering when. It's hard to plan with those babies on the way. I'm the designated babysitter for their other children as well as naturally anxious to see my new grandbabies.
The folks at Corinth Bookstore in Franklin Square have been so kind to help get my Hollyhill books off the launching pad each time. It's great having such a nice store with so many great books and beautiful gift items and books and toys for kids. If you are in the area, check them out. For the owners, Bonnie and Steve, the store is a ministry and it shows. Of course I think books are the best gift ever. I love giving books and getting books.
And I did get some good news about a review of The Outsider. The Romantic Times Book Review Magazine chose my book as a Top Pick!! That's not just good news. That's great news! It's always such fun when reviewers like your book. Not so much if they're not as enthusiastic. I hope if you get the book, you will like it too and give it a good review to all your friends. There's still a week or two before my drawing for the early autographed copy if you want to put your name in the pot. Just click on my website and send me an e-mail.
And a special thanks to Laura Frantz, a fellow writer with a book coming out from Revell next year, for her comment last week. Her book is tentatively titled Dogwood Winter and is set in frontier Kentucky. Sounds fascinating. And can you believe it? Her book has a frontier doctor in it the same as The Outsider.
Check back again next week. Maybe I'll wax philosphical or something next week instead of being simply chatty. Hope you have a safe and happy 4th of July.
Actually I was 14 when I met my husband at a football game. I hate to admit it, but I didn't go to football games to watch football back then. I was watching the guys on the sidelines. At any rate, Darrell and I met and the moon and the stars must have been lined up just right, because we're still together all these years later. And yes, I was way too young to be out looking for the right guy. Guess I was blessed to find that right guy first time around. And now my granddaughter is going to be 14, but thank goodness she's not in as big a hurry as I was to go out boy hunting. Fourteen seems really young to me now, but I felt plenty old then. The perspective changes with age.
I got to see all my kids and their families this week. Not all at the same time, but all in the same week which is a gift. I have one son in WV and one daughter in SC and one son closer to home right here in my hometown. We went to see the son & family in WV the first of the week. His wife's a little over 7 months along carrying twins and she's getting tired, but so far, so good. We're praying she'll be able to endure a few more weeks and deliver wonderfully healthy baby boys some time in August. But summertime is a hard time to be expecting.
Then my daughter came home for a visit the end of the week and we had a great time. We went to the Kentucky Horse Park along with my other son and family. One of his daughters, age 6, is horse crazy. She decided she might like to redecorate her bedroom like the tack room that was on display in the visitors center except she'd have to have a window to see the horse next to the tackroom. You can tell she hasn't been in a lot of barns.
So it wasn't a good week production wise writing. I've been trying to meet a self-set goal of so many pages a day, but you know, you've got to put in the days. Still I guess everybody needs a few days off now and again. Especially in the summertime.
And I got some great news. Revell is offering a contract for the book I wrote based loosely on some of my mom's memories of growing up during the depression. It'll be a while before it's out on the market, but the story is extra special to me because of how Mom shared her memories with me to help me know how things were back then. I'll be sure to let you know more about the story down the road. I titled it Angel Sister, but titles sometimes get changed.
Now the publication date for The Outsider is drawing closer and closer (along with my twin grandsons' birthday to be). I'm hoping to take part in a book celebration at the Paul Sawyier Library in Frankfort, KY on August 2 (again if the twins don't decide to make their appearance that weekend). And then I'll be having another booklaunch party at Corinth Bookstore in Frankfort. We haven't set that date yet, but we're considering when. It's hard to plan with those babies on the way. I'm the designated babysitter for their other children as well as naturally anxious to see my new grandbabies.
The folks at Corinth Bookstore in Franklin Square have been so kind to help get my Hollyhill books off the launching pad each time. It's great having such a nice store with so many great books and beautiful gift items and books and toys for kids. If you are in the area, check them out. For the owners, Bonnie and Steve, the store is a ministry and it shows. Of course I think books are the best gift ever. I love giving books and getting books.
And I did get some good news about a review of The Outsider. The Romantic Times Book Review Magazine chose my book as a Top Pick!! That's not just good news. That's great news! It's always such fun when reviewers like your book. Not so much if they're not as enthusiastic. I hope if you get the book, you will like it too and give it a good review to all your friends. There's still a week or two before my drawing for the early autographed copy if you want to put your name in the pot. Just click on my website and send me an e-mail.
And a special thanks to Laura Frantz, a fellow writer with a book coming out from Revell next year, for her comment last week. Her book is tentatively titled Dogwood Winter and is set in frontier Kentucky. Sounds fascinating. And can you believe it? Her book has a frontier doctor in it the same as The Outsider.
Check back again next week. Maybe I'll wax philosphical or something next week instead of being simply chatty. Hope you have a safe and happy 4th of July.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Advice from Kids
Here's some good advice from kids that will be sure to make you smile while you're agreeing with the truth of what they say.
- "Never trust a dog to watch your food." Patrick, age 10
- "When your dad is mad and asks you, 'Do I look stupid?' don't answer." Hannah, age 9
- "Never tell your mom her diet's not working." Michael, age 14
- "When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair." Taylia, age 11
- "Never hold a dustbuster and a cat at the same time." Kyoyo, age 11
- "You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk." Amir, age 9
- "Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts." Kellie, age 11
- "If you want a kitten, start out by asking for a horse." Naomi, age 15
- "Don't pick on your sister when she's holding a baseball bat." Joel, age 10
- "When you get a bad grade in school, show it to your mom when she's on the phone." Alyesha, age 13
- "Felt-tip markers are not good to use as lipstick." Lauren, age 9
- "Never try to baptize a cat." Eileen, age 8
Sounds like with experience comes wisdom. Hope all your experiences this week are good ones!
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