Friday, December 30, 2011

Christmas Again

I have some tales from Christmas.  Some are wonderful.  Some are harrowing.  Some are crazy.  I'll share them later.  For now, though, I have to share the story of tonight.  It starts with this story that I wrote last year:

Bubble Story

It was written at the request of my Mother-in-law, who wanted me to write a story with a happy ending.  I thought about it for months, and never came up with anything.  I have virtually no ideas of my own, you see.  I can shape words to create pictures and feelings and even, on occasion, sounds, but without a plot, the words come out empty.

It was in exasperation that I wrote The Bubble.  She wanted a happy story, and I could think of nothing happier than bubbles.  Unfortunately, as happens with all bubbles, it popped.  The story itself was happy, but the ending was actually quite sad.  I gave up on the idea of trying to write a story with a happy ending.

Interestingly, she loved it.  LOVED it.  She used it in a Church lesson that she presented.  She bragged about it to her friends.  She asked me questions about it.  She double-checked to make sure it was her story, that I had really given it to her, that she could do anything she wanted with it.

It was a doodle.  It was nothing.  I freely gave her license to do anything she wanted with it.

The year passed.  I had a baby.  I struggled through and passed a very hard class.  I cooked dinners and mended fences and wrote other doodles and helped friends and trained a horse and started a business and completely forgot about The Bubble.

Tonight, though, Hubby's parents came to join us for a post-Christmas celebration.  Traumatic things had happened which had interfered with all of us having a traditionally nice Christmas.  We all wanted a chance to make up for that lost time together.  We had saved our presents from them, and when they came, we opened them.

Oh, there was so much joy!  Chocolates!  And Toys!  And Movies!  It was a very happy evening. 

We had opened them all.  All but one.  That last one was for me.  It wasn't supposed to be finished for another 3 weeks, at least, but it had shipped in time and was here.  I opened it, and discovered a book.  It was a children's book.

It was called The Bubble, and it was written by Chelsea Roberts.  It all looked very official, with pretty illustrations, and even a dedication to Hubby, Schprid, and Wooble.  There was another dedication from the artist.  All very official.

I opened it up, and read my story.  My doodle.  My nothing, that suddenly became a fulfilled dream.  It was not just a one-time story that got matched up with some pre-existing pictures and turned into a gimmick.  It was my story that had gotten partnered with a real artist, and a real publisher, and the hopes and dreams of an entire family that worked for a year to keep it a secret. 

I laughed and laughed and laughed and then I cried.  It was amazing.  I have been published.  People want to buy my book.  Librarians and teachers want to buy my book.  It was nothing, and then it became something big.  I can barely comprehend the enormity of what has been done.  My heart is full to bursting, and I don't know what to say or think.

Yes, I do.  Thank you.  Thank you to everybody who has ever read my words, who has ever loved me, who has ever let me love you.  That reaction may be a little expansive for a small children's book, but few things have ever meant so much to me.  So, I thank you. 

My book will be sold on two different websites. and will both have it on sale, and I'll let you know as soon as it is.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011


There's been a trend on Pinterest, lately, where people post things they want to do before they die.  There are things like "swim with dolphins,"  "eat at Hell's kitchen,"  and "have a marriage more beautiful than my wedding."  I ran across one that said, "be the one less lonely girl at a Justin Beiber concert."  I had no idea what it means to be one less lonely girl at a Justin Beiber concert, and I realized that I did want to know.  It was a reference to a culture I don't know about.

Here's the thing, though.  I don't want to listen to Justin Beiber's songs.  I don't fault those who do, I just get the feeling I wouldn't enjoy his music.  It's not that I specifically want to know more about JB.  I just want to know everything.  (Small wish, I know.)  I want to know everything because I want to be involved in the conversations and I want to understand the jokes.  All of them.

The end.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Someday's Promise

Have you ever come across something in a grocery store, an advertisement, a picture, and thought, "Someday..."?

Someday, I'll have my ideal body.

Someday, I'll be able to go there.

Somday, I'll be able to do that.

Someday, I can take those pictures, where my kids are the ones with the big smiles.

Someday, I'll feel secure enough with the money in our bank account and the money coming in that I can buy the fun things that tickle my brain.



I've been saying "Someday" for so long that it's become a hopeless mantra.  "Someday," is just a way for me to be weak enough to not seize Today.

Someday holds no promise.

Today, on the other hand, holds great promise.  For you see, Today, I can eat in the way that will help to get my ideal body.  Today, I can play with my horse and learn to do "that."  Today, I can do the work that will help me to go wherever I want to go, do whatever I want to do, and live the way that I want to live.  Today, I can promise myself that Someday will actually happen.

Monday, December 5, 2011

A Few Thoughts

1.  It's my birthday.  All day.  And it's sunny and beautiful outside.  I'm turning 29.  If I understand the rules right, I will be turning 29 for every birthday after this one, as well.  Rest assured, for this one, I really am 29. 

2.  I'm really excited about this year.  I think 29 is going to be a good year.  I'm planning to graduate from college.  I'm planning to finally get down to my goal weight, or maybe even my ideal weight.  I'm planning to build my business and to learn more about horses.  I'm planning to start teaching my daughter how to ride. 

3.  You know that cute messy bun that you see on Pinterest?  I think I finally figured out how to make it, and I'm pretty stoked about it.  It's surprisingly comfortable.

4.  Our office is turning into more of an office.  It started out as a closet, so it's fun to turn it into an office.  On Saturday we ripped out the carpet and installed hard flooring that matches our hallway.  It's awesome.  Now the rolly office chair doesn't get stuck on the carpet.  It's entirely too much fun.

5.  Have you guys seen the new options for your blogs?  I'm tempted to try it.  In fact, I think I will.  After I finish this post, I'm going to try one of the new formats.  Let me know if you like it, kay?

6.  My 9-month-old-son is crawling.  Save me!

7.  The Schprid loves Tangled, and runs around the house singing (yelling) "Dashing, and bounding, and flying, and splashing, and running, and freeeeeeeeee!"  It's funny.  She also loves Christmas and enjoys "finding Tissass" lights on all the houses we drive by at night.

8.  I had so many ideas of things to write for you guys.  There was so much.  Each one could have been its own blog.  Now?  Nothin'.  Complete blank. 

9.  I better go clean my house, now.  Yes, I do need to clean, even though it's my birthday.  Not to worry... I have good presents coming to me later.  Hubby's good that way.

10.  The picture above is actually from last year.  Schprid is, if you can believe it, bigger and cuter now.  She also has more fun playing in the snow.  Absolutely loves it!  Still, this is a cute picture, I think.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Happy December!

This is not a long post, by any means.  I just wanted to say Happy December.  I like December.  Christmas, the lights, the first day of Winter, snowscapes, excuses to sit inside with a blanket and a book, the music, the family, the food, the gift-buying, and the easy excuse to help others be happy.  It also happens to be my birthday month, and Christmas and my birthday are in fierce competition for my favorite holiday.  So, welcome to my favorite month of the year.  I hope it finds you joyful!