Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Ever since I married Paris I've won every raffle or random luck drawing I've entered (with the inconvenient exception of the HGTV dream house.) After 23 years of never winning Bingo or raffles this is quite fun.
It's conditional, though - I only win if he's with me. And only if he says, "Monkey Dust" in the way I find so endearing if it means I win a mountain bike from a local radio station in front of Walmart, but that I abhor when it's applied against me in Parcheesi.
And so it is with excitement, hope and a little Monkey Dust that I give you the link to Tricia's fantastic book blog. She's giving away a copy of a book called An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken.
I haven't read it, and I fear checking it out from the library could reverse the Monkey Dust. So here's the description:
"This is the happiest story in the world with the saddest ending," writes Elizabeth McCracken in her powerful, inspiring memoir. A prize-winning, successful novelist in her 30s, McCracken was happy to be an itinerant writer and self-proclaimed spinster.
But suddenly she fell in love, got married, and two years ago was living in a remote part of France, working on her novel, and waiting for the birth of her first child.
This book is about what happened next. In her ninth month of pregnancy, she learned that her baby boy had died. How do you deal with and recover from this kind of loss? Of course you don't--but you go on. And if you have ever experienced loss or love someone who has, the company of this remarkable book will help you go on.With humor and warmth and unfailing generosity, McCracken considers the nature of love and grief. She opens her heart and leaves all of ours the richer for it.
Wish me luck, and check back on my mom's birthday (Oct. 7th) to see if Paris comes through. Big money, no whamies!
Monday, July 28, 2008
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Monday, July 7, 2008
We had a delightful cookout followed by fireworks. Most of us enjoyed the fireworks, but they were "Too noisy" for Wyatt. (Here Ryan and Cayd Russ sport the colors.)
Oh, beautiful for heroes proved in liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, and mercy more than life!
I'm grateful to live in a country where we have agency to choose how and who we worship. I feel it's in keeping with Heavenly Father's plan, where agency is central. I'm grateful for the true heroes who have sacrificed for our freedom. I'm proud of my father and veteran ancestors from both Mom and Dad's sides of the family. I'm grateful for soldiers who now are fighting and for their families who let them go for the sake of others.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I expected no food in the cupboards when we got home last night, after 4 weeks away in GA and house sitting.
I didn't expect the Florida bugs to send text messages out to everyone they knew to announce that the parents are out of town. (Especially since the house was sprayed con gusto before we left.)
Nor did I expect a limb to have busted a couple holes in the roof sometime during the crazy thunderstorms we've had the last couple days. There's a lot of sogginess, but nothing irreplaceable, thank goodness.
"Plague"is a bit of a stretch. But I am in the throws of an allergy attack paralleled only to my perennial attacks in the Central Valley from all the blooming farmland.
This post is to remind myself that I'm resilient. I'm going to "Whack Rats." (No, we don't have rats...It's from a book!) We'll take a Claritin, clean up the sogginess, light a fresh smelling candle, take a hot shower then hit the grocery store. Bad weeks come...And they go. We could certainly be faced with worse than we are right now.