I have always loved getting boxes from the UPS man. Today was extra special, he brought me a box of my book, Lone Star Holiday, by Jolene Navarro. Heartwarming Inspirational Romance. Love Inspired.
Yes that is all on the cover, along with my hero, Cowboy Pastor John Levi and his daughter Celeste decorating a Christmas tree. Well here’s a picture.
I was so excited when the UPS man delivered them I told him what was in the box. He said his wife loved reading those so I asked him if he wanted one for her. He seemed excited too.
After he left I realized I had my first book signing on the front steps of my house and no picture.
Here is a snippet from the story:
“Are you lost?”
His deep Texas drawl washed over her. Lorrie Ann shook her head and searched for words. “No, but I’m sure…
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Let’s take into consideration real quick that I am indeed a girl. Not a girly girl, but I was officially declared a portion of the female population on the day of my birth. And so far on this blog, I’ve self-promoted, made jokes and talked about new fads in today’s popular culture. What’s next, you ask? Why not talk some girl-talk? Don’t look at me like that. I can do it.
A great 80’s song once told me that girls just wanna have fun. And what does fun stand for? Well, my great friend Spongebob Squarepants can spell it out for us…
F is for friends who do stuff together.
Us girls can never seem to go very far without a friend as company. A great example is the group trip to a bathroom. Even I give into that stereotype every now and then. Especially out in public where you don’t know anyone and you aren’t really sure where the restroom actually is. Crazy right? But every girl’s gotta have friends.
U is for you and me.
Well, that doesn’t travel very far from the meaning of our letter F. But it does get a little more personal. It’s not just about the presence of friends, but the close relationship. The average human being values loyalty, faithfulness and communication. If they don’t, then they should. And this goes for every woman, girl, lady person out there. What do we love more than Ben & Jerry? That one person we can spill our little hearts out to.
N is for anywhere, anytime at all!
Okay, so the U and N are sort of stretching it. We all know you starts with Y and anywhere starts with A. But I can’t really have a blog about FYA. So bear with me here. N takes us back to loyalty. Anywhere? Friends will be there for you. Anytime? For sure. Maybe not down in the deep blue sea, but all you need are some friends, a video camera for Vine, and a heart full of fun.
Because that’s all girls wanna do, right?
Whether you’re a girl, boy, woman, man or in between…let me know what your idea of fun is. Maybe I’ll try it out.
Forget Tumblr. Why Youtube? Myspace is lame. And Facebook…well…we’re still quite addicted to that, aren’t we? But Vine! Vine Vine Vine.
All along the grape Vine.
I have no idea what that means, but it felt right.
From what I understand so far, Vine is an app owned by Twitter that enables crazy-slash-bored people to create and post video clips. They usually don’t last more than 6 seconds and can be shared or embedded on other social networking services everywhere. Crazy right?
I’ve seen funny loops, crazy stunts, lame clips and some of the oddest little videos ever. My favorite part of this new Twitter app has to be the fresh outlet for more creativity. Sometimes going hand in hand with stupidity. But we’re only human, right?
To err is human.
And to video tape it is hilarious.
Once upon a time there was a magical place of different colors and fields of bacon. A place called ‘Murica. Once ruled by the stubborn red coats…now land of the free and high taxes. Suuuure sometimes there are racist bigots, religious fanatics and rich elitists, but hey…isn’t that what ‘Murica is all about?
USA! USA! USA!
Since when did the Revolution involve brain munching zombies? Is that why we blow up fire works on the 4th of July? Because our founding fathers used them to attract large herds of zombies and wiped them all out at once?
If that’s the case, here’s to hoping that history doesn’t actually repeat itself.
All joking aside, I think these kinds of things are hilarious. I’ve seen Ronald Reagan on a velociraptor, Obama on a lion with a crossbow and light saber, Lincoln on a grizzly with a big gun, FDR in a big transformers robot thing, JFK the alien hunter, and Teddy Roosevelt verses Bigfoot. I’ve even seen Bill Clinton fighting an alien invasion with a suicide bomber crocodile and Ronald McDonald as his sidekick. Machine guns at hand, a pretty lady on his side and a freaking saxophone hanging off his shoulder. Not to mention his fly is down. Well…we all sorta saw that coming.
So, tell me readers, what’s your favorite scenario? Which one is your favorite ‘Murican presidential badass? Or maybe you can make up your own and tell us all about it. I’m excited to read these.
Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
Now, I don’t claim to have any education on the subject of ghosts. Or anything paranormal for that matter. Besides what I manage to make up in my own mind. So lets take this one-sided conversation to the metaphorical sphere. Something I believe I’m more familiar with.
When Google was asked, it told me that being enlightened either means having or showing a rational, modern and well-informed outlook, orrr just being spiritually aware.
The house you see above – with those rusty red bricks, forgotten windows and a dark ashy grey roof – is an inanimate object. Physically. Literally. All parts of a normal reality we perceive from our five senses. But if you bend that reality for just one moment with me and personify the house with that thing I call an imagination, you start to see a home that has seen many things. An enlightened house.
Enlightenment comes with wisdom. Wisdom comes with age. And age comes with ghosts. You know…baggage, demons, scars, ball and chains, lead in the shoes, rocks in the pockets. Things acquired over time that hide the innocent beauty that once was. Like our empty house above. What kind of ghosts do you think it has? What kind of people lived in it? Was it made by a pair of rough family-man hands? Or do you find it more of a cookie cutter company house?
You tell me.
What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail: the place, the setting, the sights, smells, and sounds.
It’s hard to tell what your earliest memories are. And if you think about it, it’s actually very subjective. What if you believe in reincarnation? Then you might have several types of memories from several different past lives. For me, it’s the jumble of memories of those days just out of the diaper. A knot of images that weave together without really being in sync. Visiting family. Carrying around a stuffed animal. Preschool with my first set of friends. General things that are reinforced by stories told by my parents.
That’s really what the earliest memories come down to, isn’t it? Stories. And I do love stories. Short and sweet. Long and mysterious. Fast and thrilling. Slow and meaningful. All kinds. And those are the things I will remember forever.
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
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