Thursday, August 17, 2017

Relapse to Childhood


Hello all!
 I'll be 22 in just a few days and since I'm married with a child, I typically try to act like a grown-up. 
It hurts me to even type that really. I'm actually not a grown up I'm still very much a member of Kids Next Door. I'm just a secret agent in the grown up world. That's the best I can do considering Peter Pan never came and got me.

 But despite trying to act like an adult for the most part, sometimes I just have a full-blown relapse; just completely lose track of myself, lose sight of where I'm going in life and what I'm supposed to be doing, and I just go Hog Wild.

Today was one of those times.

 It's been raining since yesterday- we've got five inches so far which is an awful lot but we needed it, so I'm not complaining. This morning was dry but then this afternoon I heard the pitter patter on the window again. Sure enough, it had started raining again.

 I took Henry to the front door to watch. He seemed to like it. It was the strangest thing though, because as I was standing there watching it rain- not thunder and blow just nice quiet rain- I suddenly remembered a time when I was a little girl- I'm guessing 5 but I could be wrong- when we were in a drought and it hadn't rained in so long. It started raining and I immediately just ran outside and I was running and jumping and dancing through the yard like a complete maniac and singing (also known as screaming) the chorus to To God be the Glory. Mom and dad came out to watch and never even stopped me. By the time I was through, I was completely soaking wet and it was pretty much the funnest time of my entire life. 

So while I was standing in the door with Henry thinking these thoughts I got the overwhelming urge to go out and run around in the rain. I stood there for quite a while mulling it over and telling myself that there was a four month old baby in my hands and that if I went out and got in the rain I'd have to come in and change clothes and somebody might drive by and see an adult woman dancing in her yard getting soaking wet. All those things you try to tell yourself when you're an adult who wants to be a child.

 So you know what I did?

 I pulled Henry's bouncy chair up to the front door, strapped him in it, left the door propped open so he could keep watching, and I went outside.
 

 It was every bit as fun as I thought it would be.

I even got the dog to join me though he was a bit apprehensive at first. Once he saw how much fun I was having though he joined right in. 

My son thought it was the funniest thing when I came in soaking wet. 

Now I've got this song stuck in my head that we used to sing at camp. It's got a bunch of goofy actions to it but the words are nice.

 I'm Singing in the rain of God's love
 I'm a Child of God you see
 Jesus took my sins on Calvary
 I'm saved
 I'm blessed
 I'm free

Monday, August 14, 2017

One Year Later


I'm a little bit late, but on July 9th one year ago, our pastor pronounced us husband and wife. 

I can't believe it's been a year already. In some ways it feels like it's only been a couple months, and in others it seems like ten years.

So much has happened and changed. I think the obvious one being that we now have Henry. I'm just in awe when I look at him, and I find myself wondering why we were ever scared to begin with. He's one of God's biggest blessings on my life and I wouldn't change anything. 

Jarod amazes me every day with his drive to work hard, sometimes later than I'd like, but it's for us. He does it so we can grow and build in the future. As much as I loved him before, I love him so much more now. I literally don't know what I'd do without him. He completes me in every way. 

I know I'm not even half the wife he deserves, but I pray God would mold me into a Proverbs 31 kind of gal. 

Right now we rent a little house that's sufficient for the three of us. There's a possibility of moving in the next year or so, but we'll just have to pray on it. I'm so thankful that Jarod made it possible for me to stay home with Henry and manage the household portion of our lives. It's a simple start, but we both have dreams. Very different from each other, but capable of folding together like two separate hands. Nothing thrills me like sitting out on our deck together with Henry curled up in my lap, talking about all the things we want to do someday. Jarod listens to me and I listen to him and it all just seems so possible on those cool summer nights. Who knows if they'll come true or not, but we can dream. Maybe God will see fit to allow it. 

To celebrate the day we went to church in the morning, and age at the potluck (because you do not cook on your anniversary). My parents took Henry for the day and Jarod took about a three hour nap when we got home-romantic, right? Then we went and got ice cream and went for a drive. Like they do in books, and country music, just driving with no destination. Talking and playing old country on the ipod. It was wonderful. I got him some stuff for his peterbilt that he'd been wanting, and he got me a gun. I must say, the poor guy got the short end of the stick, in my opinion.

In the evening we went to Sportsman's, a little food and bait joint by the lake that serves AMAZING chicken. 
We did get out our wedding cake, but it was disgusting so I just nibbled on the frosting. Because frosting is eternal. 


Now we're a month in to our second year and we can laugh about the times I made a complete idiot of myself trying to get his attention, and how he shamelessly ignored me anyway. Now we're ready to press on into this new set of days and see where the road takes us.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Beautiful People- August

 
 
Its that time again people! And since I've actually been writing a story, I will answer the questions for my character.
It's gonna be Zaig, from Red as Blood.


What are they addicted to/Can't live without?
Zaig is a very conservative person. He doesn't allow himself to get too wrapped up in anything. That being said, he does have a rather unhealthy fixation on weapons, and he absolutely cannot live without one with him at all times.
 
Name 3 positive and 3 negative qualities about your character.
He's got a kind heart, if you can get past his thick skin.
He's loyal to his friends.
He's got a sense off humor, I think.
 
He's a petty thief on occasion.
He's bitter.
Does being an assassin count as a negative quality?
 
Are they holding onto something they should get rid of?
Yeah. The past.
 
If 10 is completely organized and 1 is completely messy, where to they fall on the scale?
Oh, I'd say he's about a nine. He's pretty darn meticulous. Everything has to be in its place. He doesn't like a mess, otherwise the Widow will be picking around his room tidying up, and we can't have that. She might find *things*
 
What most frustrates them about the world they live in?
That victims get overlooked, and the guilty go free.
 
How would they dress for a night out? How would they dress for  night in?
 
Big difference there, I know. Zaig's just kinda pain like that.
 
How many shoes do they own and what kind?
 
Uh...One?
 
 
Do they have any pets? What pet do they WISH they had?
No, he does not. But I think he'd like to have a horse of his own.
 
Is there something or someone that they resent? Why and what happened?
His stepdad. Because he was a nasty, abusive drunk.'
 
What's usually in their fridge or pantry?
He doesn't have a fridge, and he doesn't own the panty, but the widow keeps him well stocked in baked goods and delicious treats.
 
 
 

Monday, August 7, 2017

Nothing Gold Can Stay





I do believe I've fallen in love. Not with Jarod.
 I mean I do love Jarod, but I've been in love with him, so there's no need to announce I've fallen in love with him. 
No, I'm meaning in a fictional sort of way. 

Have any of you ever read The Outsiders? 

I hadn't. Seriously. 
Then one day I got a wild hair to watch it, because I've owned the movie the better part of my life and never once watched it. 
But Jarod said I can't watch it till I read the book. 
Which is the best thing he's ever done in the last 48 hours. 
So, because I wanted to watch the movie I scurried to the library and tracked it down. 
For some reason I was surprised by how little it was. 
So, I finished it in less than eight hours. Starting at eight in the morning, whenever Henry ate or napped, I read. Finished it at four. 
And I didn't cry. But I wanted to.

That is a glorious book. I've never been a fan of younger narrators, but Ponyboy was perfect. Perfect! 

I was one chapter into the book when I told Jarod that I felt like it was one of those where you love everyone and there's a nice atomic bomb in the last chapter that kills everyone. 
And he AGREED with me. 
I scolded him thoroughly and told him to never agree in a situation like that. Leave me alone to hope I'm wrong. Postpone the agony. 

In a sense, I was wrong. No bombs went off and not everyone died.

I fell in love with all the characters. But mostly Dallas (Dally) Winston. 

It certainly helped when I was able to see his face in the movie, but the movie fell flat for me. 
(Only problem being the knowledge that these guys are like my dad's age now...)
The characters lacked the soul they had on the page. Timing was too rushed, they just recited their lines, sort of thing. 
But in the book....perfection. Pure gold. They were so real. 
And of course I had to fall for the baddest boy of the bunch. 
It's not at all unusual. 
I've come to expect it by now, as well as the results of loving the most dangerous one. Tragic.
(If you knew what happens to all the characters I loved you would understand why I keep such a close watch on Jarod. Joking, joking) 

Then I read up a little on S.E. Hinton. I don't know why, but whenever I see initials like that I automatically assume man. So I was surprised to find out she is in fact a woman. 

But you know what blew my brain?
She was SIXTEEN when she wrote the book. What?!?!
I was absolutely floored that a sixteen year old could create something so deep, and meaningful, and lasting. That book was published ages ago! 
When I look at the crap I wrote when I was sixteen I want to ceremoniously burn it. I don't, because I keep telling myself a rewrite and some editing can work magic, but....


I have been inspired though. To get out my Out of Darkness story. The one about Cannon. It's similar to The Outsiders just in the fact that it deals with boys on the streets. And Jarod fueled the fire by suggesting I uproot the setting from Detroit and move it to Tucson. He spent a good chunk of his life there, and he knows quite a bit about the gangs, police, location, etc. He's very kindly volunteered myself as my research partner. 

Have you read the book? If not, get thee hence and acquire a copy immediately. 
If yes, read it again, for old time sake. 
And stay gold

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Footnotes- A Link-up


I just love these sorts of things. I used to do lots and it seems like most of the old ones have kind of gone by the wayside. But here's a new one and I'm super stoked to join. 

The topic for the month: 
A quote from an author.

And they had to start off hard. 
How is someone who reads like it's an addiction supposed to choose one quote to chat about? 
How do you look at the entire universe and choose one star?

Several quotes popped into my mind when I read the prompt. 





I like his quotes, OK? No, I've never read any of his books. 

But fantastic as those are, those aren't my favorite. 
I've never met a C.S. Lewis quote I didn't like, but his are so long and theological I couldn't even begin to remember which is my favorite. 

Louis L'amour has a whole treasure trove of quotable gems but that's not what I wanted either.

And let's not forget

Quite frankly, I came very near to using this as my quote and calling it good. I relate to it on a spiritual level. 

Then I decided. 
THIS is my favorite quote. 

Because it is absolutely true. (And doesn't he look like he would so just that?) It does no good to sit around and wait for the urge to do anything. Read, write, create, clean the house....because it won't just spontaneously appear. Especially not the house cleaning bit. You've got to make it happen. Forxe yourself to sit down and write those next few words, even if they're complete rubbish. You can change them later. Just write. 
I'll never have time to read my Bible unless I make it. 
I'll never decide how I want to refurbish the dresser until I get out a paintbrush and start. 
If I spent half as much doing things as I do looking at Pinterest for ideas I'd have built a new house entirely by now. 
And I'll certainly never wash my dishes until I lock both feet into place and plunge my hands into the water. 

Go on.
Grab a club. 



Wednesday, August 2, 2017

A Retelling

Hello all!
You might remember several years back I participated in Rooglewood Press' fairy tale retelling. The one I did was Beauty and the Beast, and then I didn't do it for a few years.
This year though, is their last year for the contest, so I decided to take part.
The story is Snow White.

Quite frankly, I wasn't thrilled. Snow White is about my least favorite fairy tale as far as Disney Princess movies are concerned.

But I was determined to at least try for this contest so I set about reading wiki pages on all the variations of Snow White, and let me tell ya they ranged from creepy to just flat out weird.

And still no story idea occurred. So I went to Pinterest for inspiration and searched things like Snow White retelling, futuristic snow white ...anything that turned up results besides this

So, finally I decided I was gonna do a futuristic snow white. Not a dystopia, but a futuristic, like gadgets and technology on steroids. 
But, I can't read that style of stuff, nor can I write it, so I never fell in love with or started work on it. 
Maybe I might try to go back to it later. 
Maybe. 

So I consulted Pinterest again. And you know those tumblr posts that someone says "someone write that story"? I found one of those. And inspiration struck. I can't reveal which post it was because it has some terrible spoilers, but soon darling, soon. 

So I started this new story, and the wonderful Skye has been reading it, and I think I'm about half done with the first draft. 
I'm in love with it. 

There are several characters. 
The main one being Zaig. 

He's some kind of cross between these two pictures. Twenty five years old, with a ever developing back story, and currently serving as my huntsman character although I've posed him as an assassin. Funny thing is, I don't think he actually smokes. 

Next is my evil Queen character, Queen Minoa. 

She's regal, frightening, demanding. Just all around very queen-like. Her combination of terror instilling attitudes and incredible good looks has Zaig quite entranced. 

And of course the Snow White character. 

Her name is not Snow or White. 
It's Ailda. 
There was some sort of method to her name. Alba is white in Latin, so I originally started with that, and then about two pages in it morphed to Ailda, because it sounded more feminine, and that's how it happened. 
Ailda is sweet, vulnerable, innocent. What a good princess should be. She's rather successful at holding Zaig's attention as well. 

Besides these, of course I have seven dwarf characters, who aren't actually dwarves at all, they're loggers, and full sized. They're rather fun, as they came from different places so I can play with their accents and superstitions as we go along. 
Making Zaig an assassin has brought in a host of fun weapons to talk about, and thank goodness for a word count limit or I'd probably talk about them for pages. 
Darn it anyway. 



Sunday, July 30, 2017

What's Cooking

I could literally spend 24 hours cooking things in my kitchen and it still wouldn't be enough.
I absolutely love it. Every time I get to use my mint blue kitchen aid I turn into a giddy little kid.
I love trying new recipes. Especially for kind of odd ball things you wouldn't normally make yourself.
And this year, let me tell ya, I have been cooking.
My dad and both sisters haven't eaten any sugar so far this year. None. I salute them, but can't commit. But I have taken to making them sugar free desserts for occasions like the church picnic, father's day, independence day. Days where they would normally snack. And really, everyone has loved them. Even us sugar drenched junkies over here.

I've also been canning like crazy. Rhubarb sauce, strawberry rhubarb jam, chokecherry jelly. (I'm clearly still eating sugar)


My wonderful hubby got me a food dehydrator for mothers day so I've been making deer jerky, beef jerky, banana and Apple chips. It also works really good for drying the basil and parsley from my garden.

I stole my mom's wheat grinder for a few days.
OK, I borrowed it.

So I've ground up a bunch of wheat and popcorn so I have it on hand when I want to bake. Fresh, warm wheat is a glorious thing my friends.

I've also rediscovered the joys of kombucha. Simple answer it's like fermented tea that's really good for you and as close as you can get to drinking a pop without drinking a pop. You can flavor it all sorts of ways. Coffee, raspberry, root beer. The list goes on.

HOMEMADE BUTTER. 
(Died and gone to heaven) 

All I can say is thank goodness the vast majority of it is healthy for you, otherwise I'd be well on my way to being a Roly Poly Oly.