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It's amazing when my 5-year-old comes home talking about the history behind MLK day. When I was in Kindergarten, we learned our color...

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Two Words ...


I used to attend the games with my husband before my son was born. We got season tickets the season before I got pregnant. Then motherhood hit and football was something I could watch from home, as my husband made the trek to Norman. Being at home with my little one was more my speed.

Now that he's five, I'm ready to get a sitter and get back to the games. Next season, we'll get an extra ticket to make it a family event for the three of us. Even though it's already a huge family event.

My husband, sister, brother-in-law, and mother-in-law all go in on a bunch of tickets so that we all can go cheer on our team. My husband's first love after his family of course, is sports. Since this was his birthday weekend, I figured it would be a perfect game to attend with him and my sis.

The weather was awesome. The Sooners kicked big time TCU butt. And my son had a great time at his Nana's house, while we kicked it in the stadium. What a wonderful day for football.

Go Sooners!

I just had to add a few more:

My niece, me, and my sis.

The view from behind me. The jumbo-tron is massively huge, but there was also a huge 6 .5 foot tall dude right behind me. I kept getting vertigo when I'd turn to watch the screen.

My SIL, me and my DH.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Life Interrupted by Chris

A blogging buddy of mine asked me to review his book. I of course agreed wholeheartedly. I assumed, judging the book by it's cover, that it would be strictly about his struggle with MS and his journey through this crippling disease.

I couldn't have been more surprised and delighted once reading, to find this story had not only about the obvious but the underlying struggles this man goes through in the process. Delighted sounds callous, and I don't mean I'm delighted he has the health issues he does. I mean delighted, in that the book had so much more depth to it than I first imagined.

Chris M. Tatevosian humbly writes from his heart to encourage not only those struggling with MS, that there is life with this disease, BUT he writes to encourage everyone to let go of the 'poor pitiful me' syndrome that we all take on with any life challenges. He claims that this PPM (poor pitiful me) syndrome is more dehabilitating than the disease MS itself.

Chris shares his experiences in his life and marriage, and how PMM broke him and his relationship with his wife down bit by bit. He does this to encourage the reader to learn from his mistakes ... to take a different path whether the reader has MS or not. In reading his book, you can clearly see he deeply desires his readers, to count thier blessings daily. He encourages us all to remember those around us ... those who support us. He wants us to not only love them daily but remember not to take them for granted through our PMM.

Chris' testimony and story encouraged me to take life one step at a time, with humor, grace, and patience for all around me.

Whether you're saddled with disease or circumstance, we're all subject to feel sorry for the lot life has dealt us. This book is a wonderfully written reminder to make sure to count our blessings and be aware of those we love around us. To not only be aware of their needs, but tell them every day how much you love and appreciate them. This is a wonderful read and I would highly recommend it.

To purchase Life Interrupted-It's Not All About Me click here.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Clinton's words on the Palin Duo

Jury Duty is now commenced. Whew. To read on it go here.

However I thought this information was interesting, so I thought I'd pass it along.

This story just broke so there should be more in the future.
Bill Clinton speaking on Palin said:

“I come from Arkansas. I get why she’s hot out there — why she’s doing well. You know, people look at her and they say — all those kids. Something happens in everybody’s family.”

"I get this," Clinton said. "My view is ... why say, ever, anything bad about a person? Why don't we like them and celebrate them and be happy for her elevation to the ticket? And just say that she was a good choice for him and we disagree with them?"

On Todd:
And I like the idea that this guy does those long-distance races. Stayed in the race for 500 miles with a broken arm. My kind of guy."

From a liberal news source, click here

From a conservative news source, click here

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Jury Prep

Preparing for tomorrows jury selection process:

1) Buy books to read for the day (check)

2) Go to ATM to get enough money per day for parking and food (check)

3) Pull out old BON JOVI T-shirt to wear in court (check) --they said business casual. Does that mean no jeans??

4) Get snacks for the day in case I get hungry (check)

5) Take my note pad to write notes for next manuscript (check)

6) Remember Jury Summons with my info on it (check)

& finally

7) Get some sleep as I have wake up eaaarrrrrlllleeeee.

Seriously? 8 a.m. on the dot in a court house? I usually wake up at 7:30 a.m. every day. That reminds me ...

8) Remember to leave early enough to buy McD's vanilla iced coffee (check)

Needless to say ... I may not post for a few days as I may be sequestered or stuck in court. Yay! Sounds like so much fun! Wanna trade??

Sunday, September 14, 2008

The Wedding of My Dreams

My sister got engaged over a month ago with the promise of a small intimate wedding, only inviting immediate family and a few close friends. I wanted this day to be the most special day of her life, and I know it was.

We'd originally planned in on the golf greens, by the pond, behind my parent's house. BUT...with Ike and every storm prior...the rain was non-stop and the ground was muddy. The reception was to be in my mother's gardens, which were to be decorated as a Japanese garden with twinkle lights and lanterns. Again...the rain...

The rain did not let up...so by Wednesday my parents went to plan B--my mother's living room and garage for the wedding and reception. You would think this would be a big let down...but it wasn't. For one the rain stopped on her wedding day and the sun shone bright welcoming our event. It was a huge blessing. For two, our florist (who we used for my wedding of 450) transformed my mothers house and garage into a beautiful Hawaiian Wedding dream. It looked as if we'd planned it that way from the beginning.

My sister seriously was and is the most beautiful bride I'd ever ever seen....much prettier than I was. She had this elegance about her that captured everyone, especially her groom and his little boy.

Her flowers were amazing...a Hawaiian bouquet with orchids infused with teal, ginger, bird of paradise, and a few more Hawaiian treasures. Mine was a mini of hers. They're the most beautiful bouquets I've ever seen.

This day, since I helped in planning a looot of it, was the wedding of my dreams. To finally let go of it isn't something I was ready to do, but by midnight my feet and back were screaming for me too.

If you're reading this my dear sister...I love you and my new BIL so much. I'm very happy for you both that you found someone who appreciates who you are. I'm very honored to have been a part of it, and to get to deliver the speech I'd planned. I'm so glad I didn't stumble through it. Thank you.....
Me and my sister pre-wedding...getting hair and make up done. I did everyone's makeup.
A quick close up of her bouquet.

A picture I captured of the happy couple.

Isn't love grand???

Wednesday, September 10, 2008


Wornoutwoman = WOW or MOM (take your pic...either applies!)

I think today I need a mommy day. All moms, even the really really good ones (and I'm not claiming to be one of those), need a break now and then.

Lately I've had a lot going on...which has added some slight stress.

-- I've quit my career to find a job that allows me to work around my son's schedule.
Don't get me wrong...this has been a really really good move for our family. Our family time has more quality and quantity..... but changed our finances for the worse.

-- My sister's getting married....all good stuff happening there, but there are still some little stresses that my mother's feeling, which effects us all. And with 1 1/2 to D-day, for an outdoor wedding...and it being completely rainy and wet...my mom is getting a little more stressed....which is stressing me out.

-- My son lately is earning my childhood nickname, radio. They called me that because I'd talk and they couldn't turn me off! My little one, adorable as he is...will NOT STOP TALKING. He's reporting everything to me in spades.

-- My husband has been out of town for 2 days/nights, which leaves me with no sleep as I'm not comfortable without him here at night. I used to have my dog with me when he left town, and now that Hershey's passed....well it's too quiet and I can't sleep.
I'm soooooo grouchy. Can you tell from reading this post???

Let's just say---I for sure am looking forward to the pedicures I have scheduled for my sister's wedding party at the spa. I need a WOW break and some MOM time!

Now in the mean time, can we make the Wii stop playing that incessant circus-like music??? AHHH!

Now I'm off to church, to volunteer in my weekly Wednesday night with 18 hyper 5 year olds. DOUBLE AHHHHHH!

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Marchies and so forth...

When I was little I had my pretend friends. It eventually narrowed down to one...Kai'm, which sounds like Kay-I'm. I think I used my own name, Kim, and basically took the hard K and the I'm and made my name into a funky cooler one.

Kai'm was my constant companion...so much so that during one of ours moves, which we did every two to three years, my mom told me that she was locking up the empty house and leaving her inside. 'Kai'm was not to be coming with us.'

After driving a few seconds down the road, I screamed, "STOP!" My mom screeched on the brakes, almost causing an accident, and asked what it was....

I responded simply that Kai'm was swinging in the trees - trying to catch up to us. I remember her pushing the gas harder saying that Kai'm was definitely staying behind.

That was the last I saw of my pretend friend. I don't remember missing her after that, as I knew she wasn't really real. BUT she was real for me when I needed her and she served her purpose...endless hours of entertainment.

My son has the same curious and obvious creative spirit. He drew a picture up there for me. Those are his Marchies. They're little people that live in our carpet, that go everywhere with him. He was born in March, so I assume that is how they got their name. His Marchies scoot in his back pack to go to school. They are about a centimeter tall and flew their own plane to Hawaii, to go on vacation with us. They're a friendly group of beings that keep my son entertained.

He has graduated some I guess, as JEFF GORDON is now also his pretend best friend. He's determined you see to grow up, to relplace number 24, and race to beat Jeff Gordon. His friend Jeff Gordon looks just like my son. And now he's got a group of Jeff friends....Jeff Couch, Jeff Chair, Jeff Roof, Jeff Ceiling, Jeff Carpet....Jeff just about anything. They all look like my son, like racing, and play hard.

I love my son's mind and am blessed to see it in action. I can't wait to see what type of creative things he'll come up with as he gets older.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Today's Malady

One month ago I got a letter for jury duty...ahhhh! Not exactly what I'd planned but nothing that would be unbearable.....

.....Until my sister got engaged and is getting married....you guessed it...the same week I'm scheduled for jury duty.

On the bottom of this notice I see...in order to try to get out of your duty, show up the Friday prior to the Monday's reported show time.

SO today is that Friday....only I got the times mixed up. I showed up at 8 a.m. and was notified that I needed to come back at 3 p.m.

Here's how it goes:

Me: "really?" dumbfounded that I didn't read my notice more clearly.

Security Guard: "Yes, but whats your reason for trying to get out."

Me: "I'm the only one who can take & pick up my son to school. I can't be in
two places at once. Plus my sister's wedding in next week...I'm the matron of honor."

Security Guard: "Oh, just don't come back this afternooon...nothing will happen to you. They'll just extend it, but you'll be okay. I'll just tell them you

won't make it."

Me: "Seriously?"

S.G.: "Yes, you'll be fine. See ya next time."

Walking out, something just didn't sit right with me, and it wasn't just that I had to pay 8 dollars to park for the wrong time of day at court. So I got in my car, and called the number listed on the summons.

Me---explaining what happened.

Court Clerk: "ummmm Mam, you'd have a bench warrant issued for you if you didn't show up. No one has the right to excuse you except the judge. What was this security officer's name?"

Me---telling her his name

Court Clerk: "okay I'm heading over to him right now. We've had a problem lately with 'no show's', for which we've been issuing bench warrants for, and he's probably the reason."

Me----explaining that I'd rather not get him in trouble as he knows my name and address from the court summons he was examining when we were talking in the court lobby.

Court Clerk: "Sorry he needs to be reprimanded. Just be here this afternoon. Oh and by the way, the judge rarely lets people out of jury duty so be prepared for that. He may reschedule you, but you probably won't be released."

Okay, so now I have 3 choices. Obviously I'm going back and hope I don't run into the reprimanded crazy security guard, who knows all my personal info.

I can then:

A) Either throw myself at the mercy of the judge to hopefully get rescheduled, as my hopes of getting out of it are now dashed.

B) If selected to come, no matter what. I will answer what ever question they have with the death penalty in mind, and tailor my answers to hopefully get thrown out.

C) If that doesn't work....just not show up on Thursday and Friday and have a bench warrant for my arrest.

Fun Stuff I've got going on here! Yay me!

I was explaining the whole jury process to my son last night and why I was going to be in court. He asked, "Mommy are you the one getting thrown in jail?"
"No sweetie, I'd be the one, if chosen, helping decide someone else's fate on going to jail or not."

Hmmmm did my son have a premonition? Let's hope not!

---update on this, as many have asked is listed down in comments. :)

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Time to Slow Down

Today's my day off, and I'm relaxing this morning. My son is asleep and hopefully on the mend.
He had an allergic reaction to his antibiotics yesterday. He's rejecting more of them as he goes along...just like me. I'm allergic to most of them. :<

Please pray that we get his health figured out today. We've got a doctor's appt. today to follow up after this weekend's ER trip.

As of now...
The weather today is completely fallish. I'm in my PJ's. The house is quiet. AND I got good sleep last night. So in this moment....I can relax. It's a good morning.

This week has been so hectic that is so nice to take some time to slow down....do nothing. And wait for next week's ramp up for my sister's wedding. That means... people in town, activities to plan, pictures to work on, and energy abound, which I'm so excited for. Seeing my sister happy with the man that loves her so much, is such a huge blessing.

I'll leave you today with one quote from my son, who said this when meeting two of his great-great uncles this week for the first time.

"Mom, they're a lot older than Papa. That means they're going to heaven REAL soon, right?"

If only he hadn't blurted that out in front of them loudly, instead of whispering it in my ear.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008


So my first review came back in spades. Loved it and have to say an official thank you to Char for graciously reviewing Finding Kylie.
Her words are:

“After reading the trailer for Finding Kylie I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the novel. I knew I was in for a good story and the manuscript exceeded my expectations. Using a combination of intrigue and gentle suspense, Kimberly McKay leads the reader down a trail of self-discovery. Her spunky heroine, Chastity Wayne, not only survives the premature loss of her mother, Kylie, due to cancer, she “finds” her again in the pages of the journal she left behind and in the memories of her best friend, Cheryl Jenkins. In the process, Chastity also finds herself, and the confidence she needs to pursue relationships with an openness that her mother never felt. I look forward to more good story-telling from Kimberly McKay.”
~ Charlene A. Derby, author and storyteller

Now I'm just awaiting the edited version from my publisher...chomping at the bit is more like it. They've got two more books ahead of me in their pipeline to release, so I'm trying my hardest to be patient. Patience...me? HA!

I sent them a query letter today for my sequel, which took me a few minutes to throw together. I should have sent it a couple of weeks ago, but life has been really busy with the ER trips and the new job.

Here's the gist of my second book...give me your thoughts....

Two things we can count on, is that we all have redeeming qualities and flaws. The questions are - are we self aware enough to know which of the two we have more of? And how do they affect those around us?

On The Verge, the sequel to Finding Kylie, follows John Mikale’s journey in facing the redemption of his past, but he can’t shake his guilt. How can he even imagine being forgiven, when he can’t begin to forgive himself for the hurt he’s caused the mother of his first child?

John, now married and expecting his second child, is haunted by cryptic dreams and driven to bridge the gap with his adult daughter, Chastity, who he’s never met. His futile attempts to reconcile, through letters, is the only way he knows how to release his past to heal both their wounds.

Chastity, while in Venice, already has one letter from her father in hand, which taunts her daily. Just as she’s getting on with her life and on the verge of a great relationship, she’s pulled to read the letter she’s promised herself she never would. The instant she decides to open it, emotions of anger and betrayal surface, just in time for Timothy’s weekend visit causing some major turbulence in what seems to be a smooth beginning to her and Timothy’s journey.

On The Verge is a dual story line that follows the path of an unwanted father and daughter’s journey, through a trail of self-awareness and final acceptance.

Read along and learn that even the worst of us, can have a changed heart and earn the right to redemption.