Drive Time

Driving for several hours always gives me time to think. Usually of strange things. Like wondering why Bennett is so scared of those fold-down changing tables in public restrooms. It’s not just because he’s so big. He was only on one one time during this trip and that was unavoidable. It was either that or the floor. But he’s always been scared of them.

Or why there is no Welcome Center/Rest Area when you drive into Alabama on 78 from Mississippi. There is one on the Georgia side along I-20. It’s just weird. And inconvenient.

Or why when I turned down the radio, Bennett said, “Turn it up so Jeppy can hear.” Um… are they sharing brain waves now? Scary stuff.

I also thought of a few blog post ideas and some of them may still sound good when I’m not sleep-deprived. We’ll see.

Family Quotes

You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them. ~Desmond Tutu

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. ~Jane Howard

Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present, and future. ~Gail Lumet Buckley

And because I can’t stand to be completely serious:
Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city. – George Burns

Time Marches On

Today, on the way from my cousin’s house back to my parents’ home, I took the boys by to see a couple of places I used to live. One was in Vilonia, and I was curious to see if the house had been damaged by the tornado. It hadn’t, but others on that street were missing roofs and many trees had been stripped. It was sobering. I did get to show Jeffrey the hill we used to ride our bikes down when I was thirteen. The steep, curvy hill. (Simpson Road in downtown Vilonia, if you’re familiar with the area). Fortunately, we came to our senses before someone got hit by a car or went flying off the road into the creek.

Then I drove them over to see the house I grew up in. The one that was once on a gravel road with no name and more cows than houses. It’s now a paved road full of subdivisions and duplexes. (Leslie Road) We drove down Middle Road to Rooster Road. Yeah, we’re country. At least we used to be. I used to know all the people on Rooster Road who owned said roosters. That was a long time ago. What used to be a little gravel road is now a paved road with painted lines and a traffic light at the highway intersection. We’re big-time now.

Time moves on, things change, and life goes on. It’s kind of weird, but it’s okay. I’m glad, though that I grew up there when I did, back when we could walk or ride our bikes all over the place. Catching crawdads in the creek. Walking through the cow pasture to get to my friend’s house. Riding bikes with my parents over to my dad’s best friend’s house on Rooster Road. I got a dandy scar on my chin from the gravel on Middle Road when I decided to slam on my bike brakes going downhill one day. Good times.

A Favor, Please?

Soooo… I thought about this and debated for a few days before deciding to post this. I even started writing it a few days ago and deleted it and wrote something else. Then I decided, “What the heck?” If you don’t ask, the answer is always no, right? So I’m going to ask.

Waterbrook Press has a book review program. They send bloggers free books in exchange for posting reviews. They also run monthly and yearly contests based on a ranking program. The prize for the review with the highest score in the month of May is a netbook. They will also choose the best review and the review will receive a spa package. There is nothing I can do about being chosen for the best review, except write the best review I can, and I’ve already done that. But winning the netbook would be awesome. My laptop is six years old and is on its last legs. So I’m asking for my friends and readers to take a minute and rank my review of A Daughter’s Walk. You can use this link to rank just this review or use the link in the next paragraph to rank all of my reviews and check out the review program for yourself.

They do ask for an email address, but it’s just for verification purposes. You will need to click the link in the email they send you to verify your address. But if you uncheck the box when you enter your email address, you won’t receive anything else from them, and you only need to confirm your email address one time, no matter how many reviews you rank. You can only rate each review once. You can find all my WaterBrook Press reviews on this page. You can also sign up for the Blogging for Books program from that page if you are interested.
Please rate what you feel is appropriate. I certainly appreciate five stars, but feel free to rank honestly. I don’t see who assigns what rating, or even who has participated.

Plans? What Plans?

We drove from Atlanta to central Arkansas today. I took some pictures and had intended to post the pictures tonight. That didn’t work out for a couple of reasons, but the trip went well, and pictures are forthcoming.

For the first time, I was glad to see all the road construction. Bennett is all about dump trucks and bulldozers, so every few minutes, I heard, “Wow!” or “Nother dump truck, Mama!” Kept him occupied for the whole trip. Except for near the end when he told me, “Go home so I can sleep.” Obviously, the little guy was disappointed on that one.

Amanda

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A Quote

I love anthologies because I get to find new authors that I may not ever encounter otherwise. I just started another one, Warriors, and the introduction has a statement that I loved.

“Sure, I knew the difference between a space opera and a hard-boiled detective story and a historical novel… but I never cared about such differences. It seemed to me, then as now, that there were good stories and bad stories, and that was the only distinction that truly mattered.” – George R.R. Martin (“Introduction: Stories from the Spinner Rack”, Warriors)

And that is why I’ll read almost any genre. It’s all about the story.