Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Bon Jovi and the POPO

In college, I had this life-sized cardboard cut out of Bon Jovi.  It adorned my dorm room until I was on summer or Christmas breaks and then it would sit in my grandmother's attic waiting patiently for my return to school.

I don't remember how I got it.  I worked at the mall so I could have sweet talked someone at Spencers or a record store.  (Yes, I'm that old)

Unfortunately, during my junior year - my grandmother passed.  This meant cleaning out her house, which set a couple blocks from campus, and determine what to do with her household goods, clothing, etc.  My mother flew in from Hawaii, so she, my sister, and I could handle the task of going through decades of stuff together.

After a full day and night of doing just that, we decided to go out to eat.  Upon returning to grandmother's home, we noticed the front door was ajar.  Did we forget to lock it?  Or had someone broken in?

We called the local police, who ordered us, with guns drawn, to stay safely outside.  The next moments were pretty tense - especially when we heard a lot of commotion coming from the second story of her home (her attic).  We heard a yell and gathered closer together in grandma's yard, not knowing what to expect.

Imagine our surprise when one office bound out her front door laughing so hard he was crying.  Not one minute later, the second officer begrudgingly came out with a sour look on his face.  He was mortified.

WHY?  Apparently, he saw the 6 foot Bon Jovi cardboard cut out in the attic, thought he was a perp, and ordered him to freeze and raise his hands.  Imagine this officer - heart pounding, trigger finger ready, and not understanding why this handsome fellow was just staring at him without listening to his bark - unwilling to submit to him.

When the second officer rushed upstairs, he immediately recognized Bon Jovi's famous mug and burst out laughing, making fun of his partner.

I don't know about officer number 1, but that was exactly the comedic relief my family needed.  We couldn't contain our giggles which turned into belly busting, side hurting, tears streaming laughs.  It was one of those labile reactions that every emotion pushed through and flooded our hearts - laughing when we could have been crying.  Tears of joy shed instead of tears filled with pain.

So, thank you, Bon Jovi for always giving me that memory during such a rough time in my life.  Although you were almost shot by the POPO - you were our hero.

We were living on a prayer and I was only seventeen (plus a few years) but who's counting?

I'm heading to see Bon Jovi in concert tonight in OKC and can't wait.  This will be my second time and my husband's third.  No matter what age he turns, he ages with grace and his voice is always on point.

And everytime I see his beautiful face, I think of that cardboard cut out and how it almost met it's demise in my grandmother's attic.




Sunday, February 19, 2017

A Voice That Begs to be Heard





Michael, a friend of my husband and I, just started his youtube channel this week.  His voice is smooth, comforting, and paired with a dead on pitch.  I love seeing him share his talent and would highly encourage you to not only take a listen but share it with your social media networks.

This guy needs to be on The Voice!!!  Help me make this happen by spreading the word. Link this page - either my blog with this post or his youtube channel - to any and all of your social media accounts to give him some love.






Thank you!!!

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Just Wait and See...



My next book is dedicated to anyone who has lost anyone too soon. Of course, I like to think they're still with us meddling in our lives from above so that's what I wrote about ... a meddling grandmother, matchmaking from beyond, whose dark past comes back to haunt her family. When you think of Endless Possibilities - think a little humor, a little fantasy, a little suspense, part romance, part mystery.
 It's got it all.












             
                     Coming Soon in 2017!

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Looking Past All the Political Madness



So I've been avoiding the news and all social media for a while.  There's just too much hate seething from every aspect, every post, and everyone.  Friends are un-friending friends because their political views or comments don't line up.  Riots are sparked and the news does nothing but fuel their fire.

I may not have liked either candidate but the election is over.  Niether side played fair with thier political rhetoric, campaigning, or words.  So guess what?  I'm going to live with the choice that America has chosen.  I was raised to respect the office wether I was fond of the candidate or not.

No matter who I voted for - I look foward to getting past this year's drama.  Since I'm a praying woman, I'm going to pray for our President and give him a chance.  I'm going to hope for a real change this time.

Now, do I think one person can turn things around?  No, absolutely not.  The nation has never hung in the balance over one person's decisions.  But President Elect Trump's choices for his cabinet memebers and the balance of power we'll have in Congress could make a difference.  No one knows yet.

Instead of claiming gloom and doom, like a lot of others ... pray.  Pray for our leaders, our country, and our fellow Americans.  Pray that the hate and the anger dissapates.  Pray that those leaders, who have the ability to make our lives better or worse, have wisdom and grace.  Pray that our healthcare system gets straightened out.  Pray for international relations as our new President navigates through new territory.  Pray for the protection of our economy and our people.

May we look to our true King and Savior to bless our prayers and our country.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Voting is like a PBJ


So, yesterday was voting day for many offices like County Clerk and Congress.   I always want to educate myself on the many issues and campaign trailblazers so I can make my voice count.  Voting is our God-given right which wasn't even acknowledged by our nation until the women's suffrage movement.  Many of our great - great grandmothers met, marched, and went on strike to strive for the right to vote.

When I hear anyone I come in contact with say that due the fact that they don't like anyone on the ballot they're not going to vote - it blows my mind!  We are blessed with that privilege!  And even if you don't like anyone, to not vote is still casting a vote because your voice isn't heard.  

Think of it like this:  
What if there was only a choice between peanut butter or jelly - and the popular vote would bring to light what we're allowed to eat.  
If you say, 'Well, I don't like either, so it doesn't matter!'  Then you choose not to vote.  Whatever the outcome is, you're not going to help choose it and you don't care.
Then, because you didn't vote - the majority pick peanut butter.  Jelly lost.  But you don't care!! Becuase you don't like either and you're apathetic to both.
Now that peanut butter is all you're allowed to eat - it's determined that you've developed a severe food allergy to peanuts.  Well, oops - that's just too bad.  You didn't cast your vote.  You could have made a difference.  You had no idea that peanuts would be the worst choice of all and didn't care.  BUT you should have.  Because your vote could have saved your life and who knows how many others.

Voting is important, peeps.  Even if you're not a fan of who's on the ballot.  There are important issues on a local level that need your attention.  You have a chance to change your community for the better.  And if the ballot lists a bunch of blowhards - and you could care less - decide to care.  Pick the lesser of two evils.  Because the worst thing that would have happened with jelly was a tummy ache or a sugar rush, but now the end result with peanuts is a shorter life span.

Plus, think of voting as an adventure.  You never know what will happen.  Take yesterday for example.

When I went to the polls to vote it was almost comical. I successfully got to cast my ballot - but not before I almost lost my mind. The following scenario actually took place ...

Me (walking up to volunteer): Here's my license.

Voter poll guy (who shall be named VPG going forward): Affiliation.

Me: Republican

VPG looks through the list and tries to find me based off my driver's license.

VPG: You're not in here.

Me: Yes, I am.

VPG: Are you sure you're a republican?

Me: YEAH, I AM.

VPG: Are you sure?

Me: I'm pretty sure. (gave him an incredulous look)

VPG (looks again): Well, maybe they've switched you to the Democratic list.

Me: No - because I'd have to fill a form out for that - which I have not done!

VPG: Well (pointing to another district's voting booth area) - I think you're with that district because you're not on my list.

Me: I've been voting at this section and district for 16 years. I'm supposed to be here. Can you look again?  

VPG: Ma'am, you're not in here. You're sure you're a republican?

Me: YES! 
I walk down the hall to the other district just to take a breath and count to 10. I tell the new guy at the other district voting booth - that my district's volunteer is clueless to where I'm supposed to be. He asks my address and once I tell him - he agrees that I'm supposed to be at the first table, where I came from. 
I walk back to the first table.

Me: Hi me again. I'm supposed to be here.

VPG: Are you a Republican or Democrat?

Me: (I gave him a look) RE-PUB-LIC-AN

VPG: Well, Okay. But you're not in here.

Me: Just look. 

As he scrolls through his book I peer across the table and see my name clear as day, and almost knock the table to the ground because I'm repeatedly jabbing my finger on his so called list. 
Me: That's my name!! (jab jab jab) Right THERE!

VPG: (shrugs) Oh, sorry about that. 

Me: (thankful I can vote and counting to ten) 

After I cast my ballot, I give the whole group a genuine smile. The ladies working the table with VPG found the whole thing pretty funny.

VPG: Don't forget your sticker.

I hastily grab my sticker wondering what Laurel and Hardy would say about all that.

OH MY GOODNESS! People! Go VOTE - because you never know what could happen. Make your voice heard and have fun doing it.







Thursday, June 23, 2016

How This Author Passes Her Time

So who has ever claimed to be normal?   Lord knows I'm not!  I have too many quirks to keep count.


In fact,  my brain is always running on two planes.  While I live in the real world, I'm seeing, feeling, and experiencing things through the eyes, ears, and hearts of my characters.  My day to day experience(s) lend themselves to my creative side, where I delve head and heart first into every detail.    I try to capture the feeling of every second so that I can remember every element.

Even something as simple as driving in traffic becomes a scenario in which I create a storyline or imagine what different characters might be going through (while they're sitting in the middle of traffic!)  Really??   Who does that?

Sometimes, whatever I've experienced creates a whole new story set for a brand new character that I file away in the back of my brain, where I store until I can dedicate time to writing.  While on other occasions, these day dreaming sessions are just another addition to a storyline I'm defining.

I would love to know if other authors or writers do this very same thing.  Do you know anyone else like this?  Do you have writer friends?  Are you a writer with these same quirks?  I'd love to hear from you...

Monday, June 06, 2016

Shark Bait

Every time I see a video like this one below, I'm reminded about the time husband was asked to do a live on-air remote in a tank full of nurse sharks.


As this was early in our marriage (prior to having kids), I was a bit more carefree.  Instead of hesitating at all, we were like, 'heck yeah!'

If he'd been asked to do this today (after having kids which makes any momma more concerned for safety), I would have done a little more homework before letting him get into a tank full of sharks.

Unknowingly, the night before his escapade, I fed him a huge crab dinner in honor of his big adventure the next day. Apparently - seafood seeps out of your pores for a couple of days so getting in the water with sharks is PROBABLY NOT a good idea.

Those nurse sharks were so aggressive that I could hear my husband screaming underwater, as they banged against the cage trying to get at him.  The fact that it wasn't a steel or metal cage didn't help him feel very secure.  It was made of PVC pipe - oh and on top of that - the cage didn't even have four sides.  It had three sides and was held against a flat surface from above by two men on either side of it.

So here he is reeking like crab, in an insecure cage that really wasn't a cage.  Yeah, this was quite possibly the most dangerous scenario.  The team members who were holding the cage flush to the wall below were getting a bit nervous for him.  They said it was the most aggressive they'd had ever seen the sharks behave. 

Yeah, that's because the sharks that were circling the death trap thought my husband was bait!!!

So FYI people - if you're ever thinking about doing the deep dive - DO NOT eat anything that lives in the sea or the sharks will think you're their next meal.

To my wonderful husband - I post this in honor of you. I'm so glad you've survived through all our escapades. I love you, babe.