August 18, 2014


If you have no idea what the #IceBucketChallenge is, you need to leave this blog right now and catch up with the rest of the world. Also, where have you been for the past month or so?

The basic gist is this: You are challenged by someone you know to either douse yourself with ice water or make a donation to the ALS charity of your choice. Personally, I like the ALS Organization. Ideally, you should do both. And then you challenge whomever you want.

I encourage you, however, to not just douse yourself with ice and make a donation, but to find out about ALS. It's commonly known as Lou Gehrig's Disease and 5,600 people in the U.S. are annually diagnosed with ALS. At any given time, 30,000 people are living with the disease. Those are devastating statistics.

My cousin Courtney, of fame--I've written about her a lot--challenged me to the #IceBucketChallenge. This is laughable on so many levels. Courtney is rarely on Facebook and all of a sudden, she's posting video and tagging me. Lookie who turned out to be a social media aficionado after all? When I groaned, because I hate cold, The Daughters were all about dumping ice on me and themselves.

So, we decided, as a family, that we'd do the #IceBucketChallenge. Brian was in charge of getting the ice and filming. Lucky dog.

Daughter 1 went first. She'd been challenged by another friend as well. She challenged "everyone below" since she's going to post it on her Instagram. But, basically, she challenged Carinna, Daisha, and her Aunt Lulu and Uncle Jared.

Daughter 2 went next. She decided that Cousin Courtney must have challenged her as well. She challenged some of our Texas cousins, LJ, Brecken and Gavin, her Rebelz teammates and her Rebelz coaches.

I went last and challenged all of my co-workers at Central Middle School and all of the lovely ladies at Oklahoma Women Bloggers. Trust me. I know what I'm doing.


August 17, 2014

From The Back Seat

On our way home this weekend, we stopped at got a RedBox, Frozen. Brian and I have never seen the movie--we might be the last people in the free world to have not seen this phenom. We have now officially heard it, though.

When it came to the part (spoiler alert) when one sister is saved by the other sister, I reached to the controls and hit the pause button. I turned in my seat to face my two daughters--sister, just two years apart, and said, "Does this scene speak to y'all?"


Daughter 1 quickly answered, "Yes."

Daughter 2 responded with, "Eh ... not so much."

And the next fifty miles went something along the lines of this:

"Yeah, well, I didn't ask for you to be born."

"I didn't ask for you to be a turd."

"The one who smelt it dealt it."

"I don't smell anything but you and your stupid breath."

{heavy panting in the direction of her sister}

"Stupid mouth breather."

"Stupid, dumb mouth breather."

"Why don't you just shut up?"
"You shut up first and then the whole world will be happy."

"Let her go! Let her go! Just open the door and leave her on the side of the road!"

"They'd leave you on the side of the road because they'd left you at a restaurant before."

"Only because I was reading. You don't even know how to read."

"I know how to read, but I have a life."

"I have a life. I've lived longer than you."

"Only because you were born first."
"Yeah, well, I didn't ask for you to be born."

Eventually, they asked two questions:

The first was why we weren't watching the movie and then next was why I was trying to get my door open while singing, "Let me go! Let me go!"

If you want to read more of our hi-jinx while traveling, you need to get yourself a copy of my book, TMI Mom Crazy On Board. I guarantee you'll laugh. Really. You will. You can get it locally at Hastings or through Amazon

August 16, 2014

Saturday in the Ozarks with OWL

How was your weekend? Mine? I've had a great, great day! I love any day that I can talk about writing, meet great people and chillax with my family. And all of that happened this weekend.

Ozarks Writers League (OWL) invited me to speak with them today. Last night, we started at Ye Olde English Inn in Hollister. Because my family loves a good adventure, they came along.

Ye Old English Inn really was an amazing place to stay. When I was growing up, my family used to come to the Branson area, and Hollister was just down the road from our little cabin on the Taneycomo. So, getting to stay here made me a little bit nostalgic. But, that was okay because one of my topics today was Telling Your Story: Writing Memoir While Still Living Your Life.

Ye Old English Inn uses these. 

The Daughters had no idea why we would be given a key.

"What's this for?" they asked.

Technology allowed Brian and I to recall the days of yore when you didn't slide a card or punch in numbers in order to unlock doors. Ahhh ... The good ol' days. If only there had been a Bon Jovi concert locally for me to throw the key upon the stage ...

While there was no Bon Jovi, our room did overlooked the outdoor bar where a band was playing. So, we raised those windows, stuck the girls in bed and listened to our own live music show from the comfort of our bed, wearing our pajamas. This was the next best thing to Bon Jovi.

My second presentation was about blogging. Surprise! Y'all know I have a thing for blogging. If blogging were a person, I might be open to having an open marriage. (Not really. Do NOT email with offers and propositions ... unless they include head shots.)

This day? It was fabulous. I loved visiting with the writers of OWL and the other speaker, Christina Butler-Taylor. The people I met today are nothing short of generous with their kindness and welcoming of a fellow spinner of words. If you're a writer in the Ozark area and are looking for encouragement and like-minded writers, you'll find a home with OWL, to be sure.

And me? I'll go to bed satisfied with a great day, and I'll probably send The Daughter to bed with my regaling stories about how we used to think these devices were totes cool.


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