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Monday, May 31, 2010

Water Gate - Mock Me Monday

Some of my greatest bonehead moments have been repressed.  It makes looking in the mirror easier.

But sometimes those memories come back.

In this case, YOU get to benefit.  I'll relive this humiliation JUST for you. 

This might just be the poster-child of Mock Me Monday.

First, a little background.

Back in 2001, I was pregnant with Miss K.  I was very worried about being alone when I went into labor.  My first pregnancy - the daughter I'd placed with an adoptive family in 1991 - went REALLY fast.  From the first contraction to delivery was about 3 hours. I was nervous with my next daughter (1995), but she turned out to be a scheduled C-Section since she was breech. 

For those of you who don't know, generally speaking each subsequent delivery tends to be faster than the one before it. I think I was justifiably concerned about having the baby in the shower or at the reception desk at work. 

Repeat after me:  That would not be good.

We did what any self-respecting parents-to-be would do.  We made contingency plans.

Our daycare agreed to watch our oldest daughter if my mom couldn't make the 2 hour drive in time.  Our neighbor at the time agreed to watch Miss C if labor struck in the middle of the night.

I bought a special present for my oldest daughter to give to her the day I went into the hospital.

We got a temporary cell phone for my husband so I could reach him no matter where he was. (he was working for Pepsi back then, delivering soda all over the area).

We were set...just didn't know when the big moment would happen.

If you've had children, you know that the last few weeks you are on HYPER ALERT. 

Every twinge, every cramp, every gas bubble is analyzed as a possible sign.

You start to do things that could jump start labor.  

We researched old wive's tales looking for ways to spur this child onward.  I won't go through the whole list (blush) but there was a lot of walking, a lot of driving down bumpy roads, a lot of praying going on.

There wasn't a lot of sleeping going on though.  Sleeping while 9 months pregnant is a little uncomfortable.  I couldn't really roll.  I had to sort of hop and turn in little increments until I made it to the other side. 

I was too big to sleep on my stomach (of course) and too big to sleep on my back (baby would crush a vital artery and I would pass out--also not good).

Experts recommend putting a pillow between your knees.  This isn't bad advice, but it does make rolling over that much more difficult.  Plus, I needed one pillow under my head and a second to hug.  
My husband left for work, one morning so I stole his pillow in a last-ditch attempt to get comfortable.  I stuffed it between my knees, and drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up a few hours later, the pillow was wet.

OMG!  My water broke!


Errr, wait a minute.  The pillow wasn't soaked, just semi-soggy.  

So my water didn't break, but it looked like I was leaking.


Okay, I freaked out.  This was it!  This was it!  We'd have a baby today because once your water breaks/leaks there's a risk of infection so they have to deliver within 24 hours.  

ALL the baby shows said so.

And I had been watching those baby shows on TLC and Discovery since the day I discovered I was pregnant.  It's the only time I ever watch them.

YAYYYY it was finally time!  With a little luck I'd be holding my darling by the end of the day.

I called the doctor, he asked a thousand questions - are you contracting, how much fluid was there, was it clear, cloudy, bloody etc.  

I called hubs and told him.  
I called daycare and let her know.  
I called work to let THEM know. 

When I got to the hospital, I was concerned that I wasn't feeling any contractions.  They hooked me up to a monitor, and did an exam. I was only a centimeter looked like it was going to be a long day.

So much for my fear of sneezing and delivering the child in the shower.

And then the news came.  My water hadn't broken.  

AND it wasn't leaking.

I was confused...

the pillow was wet!  

How could that be?

As I trudged out of the hospital, I was mortified.  I'd wasted everyone's time for what looked like a bladder incident.

And then it hit me...I'm a little slow sometimes.

The pillow was wet 


my darling husband had 


all over it!!!!

I was still plenty embarrassed, but more than a little relieved it hadn't been my bladder...although to this day I'm sure the doctors and nurses think I PEED on the pillow.

Because I had called so many people to tell them I was going to the hospital, I had the joy of telling this story again and again the rest of the day. 

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Time to Re-Evaluate Your Time

I've been reading on A LOT of blogs lately how hard it is to juggle work and family obligations with blogging and actually writing.  A lot of us are feeling the strain of trying to do too much with too little.

Rather than write a whole post today, I'm just going to point you to this awesome post of Chip MacGregor's.  He makes some valid points...and he says it all better than I can! 

While a lot of us don't have book deals let alone sales figures yet, I think his post cautions us to spend our time where it counts.  Yes, I LOVE blogging and connecting with all of you.  But is it really doing me as much good as, say, unplugging and actually working on my book?  Probably not.  

I'm not recommending you DO anything other than take a look at how you're spending your time and decide what's really important to you right now.  Make all scheduling decisions accordingly.  
DO go read Chip's post.  Good food for thought there.

By the way, I have possibly one of the most humiliating experiences ever slated for Mock Me Monday tomorrow.  I say that, but I am always (unwillingly) striving to shatter previous records for this sort of thing, so it's probably just a matter of time before I surpass it.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Truth About the Chicken

I used to work with a bunch of engineers. When either the hardware or software wasn't working, they would joke about waving a chicken over the machine as a last resort.  Finally, I bought them a rubber chicken off some joke site and it was the office mascot for a long time. For all I know, it's still there somewhere.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago.  Sister had a trip to London scheduled RIGHT when that troublesome Icelandic ash cloud shut the airports down.  I offered to sacrifice my voodoo chicken to clear the ash cloud and don't you know they reopened the airports the day before her trip.

Sooooo, same sister has had her house on the market since last fall.  She just got an offer, but it was a little low.  She countered, but didn't have a lot of hope as the couple were really close to the top of their budget.  That's when I said that I was crossing everything I had and would keep talking to my voodoo that her house would sell.

AND, I'm proud to announce that they came back with a better offer and she accepted.  YAY!  I'm telling you, my chicken has got da POWER!  (There's a sentence I didn't think I would ever utter).

Friday, May 28, 2010

Friday Fun - The Chicken

Hookie Day for the littlest ones today!  I had to split them up into 2 days because my daughters bicker so much it drives me crazy!  We're going to Des Moines to the zoo and then the Science Station.  Weather should be beautiful, so what more could I ask for?  I'll tell you what...READING TIME! My fantastic hubbly bubbly is driving (he's golfing while the rest of us do our thing) so I will have two solid hours to read while he transports us.  AHHHHHH.  Gotta love it.

Anyway, on to the post for today.  I had so much fun reading your explanations about my husband's baby shower in Vegas last week (read them here), that we had to do it again.  Incidentally, I copied the responses into an email for him and he loved them so much he sent them to his friends! 

Without further ado, here is the last sentence I recently wrote in an email to my sister:

I'll keep everything crossed and keep talking to my chicken.

I realize that sounds bizarre taken out of context, but it ought to inspire some interesting stories from you!  Why am I crossing everything (but the road apparently) and why am I talking to my chicken?  What exactly is my chicken?  Is it real or imaginary or a code word for something else?

I cannot WAIT to read your replies!

And OH OH OH OH!  Have you looked?  I'm nearing the 100 follower mark!  And you know what that means!  Time to give away FREE STUFF!  I'm still debating what I wanna do for prizes, but the contest itself will be easy peasy.  More details on that next week.

Have a great holiday weekend, all!

Thursday, May 27, 2010


I've got an award or two to share...I'll get to that soon.  I had a bunch of pre-written posts and I've been too lazy to amend them to take care of this little detail.  

So I was perusing the library the other day and every book I wanted was either checked out or not part of the collection.  Can I get a big fat GRRRR?

As a last resort, I surveyed a revolving rack.  The upside to this rack is that it gets more attention than the shelves, the bad news is one can never tell WHAT books might be in the rack instead of in their *rightful* spot on the shelf.

I still didn't find anything on my list. Or, more precisely I found Nothing. 

Nothing by Robin Friedman that is.

I flipped through the pages, not reading just assessing font size and words per page.  It looked like a nice, easy read.

Boy, was it!

Wanna talk about hooks?  How about this one:

Puke.  My life is puke. Literally.

Okay, so it's gross.  But definitely effective.  Just finished reading it last night. I made myself go to the gym at lunch yesterday so I could get a little reading in on the treadmill.

In case you couldn't guess by the opening line, it's about bulimia.  

I'm normally not into those after-school special kind of topics but I really liked the way they'd bounce back and forth between his point of view and his sister's.  

A quick and easy read.  Predictable, but then, I don't know what I would have done differently.

I am reading Wake right now...again, on the treadmill.  So far I like it, but the whole dream hopping element is interesting as I have a bit of that in my WIP.  It's done differently, so we're not in danger of being compared or anything.  I just find it fascinating when I pick up a book at random that has similar elements to my story. 

And, okay, I worry an eensy bit about "it being done before".  But so far I'm doing it in a slightly different way that I hope keeps it original.

What book are you reading now?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Power of Visualization

So yesterday I led you through my epiphany of sorts with the creation of my mock book cover.  I love it so much and it really inspires me.  Partly because I love the picture on the front (it is worth much more than a thousand words...I'm hoping for about 90,000) and partly because I love seeing my name on the cover.

I'm a big believer in the power of visualization.  It's been proven as an effective means of motivation time and again. If we can imagine ourselves as successful, we can MAKE ourselves so.  

Here's what I did and I invite you to do, too.

Create a fake book spine (hey, it's easier than a cover).  Now print it out. 

Go to the library or the bookstore and wrap your fake spine around the book  in the spot where YOUR book will be shelved someday.  Snap a picture.  Print the picture out or post it in your sidebar or make it your wallpaper on your computer.  Put it wherever you can SEE it everyday.  

I bet it inspires you, keeps you going when you're feeling like a hack.

Here's mine:

(I had a really pretty spine created, but here was a problem with file incompatibilities and printer availability so I had to go with what I could make work)

What sorts of things do you do to keep yourself motivated? 

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


I was floundering a bit the other day as I was trying to write, so I decided to take a break to refocus.  I thought it would be fun to make a mock-up of the cover for my WIP.  I know that when it's done I will have precious little to say about the cover, but hey that's a ways down the road.

So, I searched and Google for all sorts of keywords, the last being "woman sleeping" since part of the story centers around dreams.  I sifted through hundreds of photos, none of them feeling just right.  Then I found it. It literally jumped off the page at me.  A painting by Anikeev Sergey.  So I put it on the front of my fake book, added my name below.  All I needed now was a title.  Ha!  My list of potential titles was a mile long.

[CENSORED.  I was going to share my pitiful list of potential titles with you, but then Slushie's going to have The Next Top Title Blogfest so I pulled the list and will reveal it in June with everyone else.]

I wasn't in love with any of my original title options.  They only captured PART of the book, kinda like a gorgeous new pair of shoes that feel good at first but eventually they rub your feet raw. 

The other problem was I didn't have that much space on my fake book cover for a title.  Most of my options would require a smaller font to fit, and I wanted something bold.

What to do?  What to do?

Then it hit me.  Looking at the picture, one word summed it up.


That IS my book on sooo many levels.  I put it all together and voila!  I had my inspirational cover.  I love love love it.  Looking at the cover makes me WANT to write more.  Makes me want to live up to the hidden promise of this picture.

I found this to be a very worthwhile experiment.  I don't want to tear you away from working on your WIPs, especially since chances are no one is going to use our version of the cover, but I highly recommend creating your fake cover page to help keep you inspired.  I've posted mine in the sidebar so I see it everyday.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Grrrr to Google Reader

When I left the house this morning, I had about 80 unread blogs.  I know that's daunting, but I hadn't been online much over the weekend.  When I checked in at the office it was up to 355!  You've GOT to be kidding me!!!

Lots of weird stuff going on.  Blog posts that were posted 2 weeks ago were showing up as new again, the one blog I unsubscribed from a week ago (a matter of principle) showed up again.  

All this to say that with hubs on vacation and cramping my internet browsing time and Google Reader giving me fits, don't take it personally if I seem to disappear.  I'm doing my best to keep up, but it's not going to be easy.

Mock Me Monday - And Coming Out of the Closet

After much deliberation, I've decided to come OUT of the closet!  No no, not THAT closet. 

I just decided to quit hiding behind the anonymous MissV...seems to be counter-productive to the whole platform-building, name-recognition goals.  I have no intention of publishing anything under MissV (sounds like a dominatrix, doesn't it?) so I've made the change...I'm now Vicki Rocho name, same ol' me.

ONE MORE HOUSEKEEPING ITEM:  Hubs is on vacation this week which means my internet time will be very limited.


I have an unusual background in that I grew up between Iowa and Las Vegas.  I've always considered myself an Iowan, I was born here and even when I'd been living in Vegas for over 11 years, I still thought of myself as an Iowan.

My husband grew up in the burbs outside of Chicago.  He has always called me a farm girl, despite the fact I've never lived on a farm a day of my life. 

You'd have to be living under a rock not to know that agriculture is a HUGE part of life in Iowa.  Good luck driving anywhere in the summer without going by a field of corn or soybeans.  (Or cows or pigs....)

A lot of teenagers make good money in the summer time walking bean fields to pull weeds or detasseling one endless row of corn after another.  

Those fields are bigger than they look.  Trust me.

The summer before ninth grade, I decided I was going to sign up for detasseling.  This was 1985, and they were paying $8 an hour...a princely sum considering minimum wage was $3.35.

We had to get up at 5:00 AM to meet at the school to catch the bus to the field.  Do I need to emphasize what a sacrifice this is for a teenager on her summer break?

The supervisor (a rather cute guy I might add) sat us down and explained that he would assign each of us two rows.  We were to work our way down one row and up the next.  Just pull out the tassel from the top of the stalk and discard it. 

Simple enough, right?


I don't know how many of you have ever been in a cornfield, but it's not all it's cracked up to be.

The leaves on the cornstalks slice at your skin.  I had jeans on (required), but my hands, arms, and cheeks got a thousand little cuts on them. 

I'm grateful for the protection jeans offered, except for one thing. It was HOT.  


Even at 6 a.m. when we first jumped into the field, the humidity was sky high.  I was seriously wondering what I'd signed myself up for.

I tried to focus by fantasizing about all the cool clothes I would buy myself at the end of summer.  

Ahhhhh, that helped. 


There was something I hadn't even CONSIDERED when I signed up for the job.  

The worst part of the whole thing.

There were bugs.

Lots and lots of bugs.

Spiders, ants, and creepy crawlies I don't have names for.

Oh, and I should mention I didn't have any gloves.


Are you connecting the dots here?

I'm sweating my butt off in the middle of a cornfield VOLUNTARILY yanking tassels out of thousands of corn stalks.  In addition to this, I had to suffer the indignity of squishing one critter after another with my bare hands as no one had told me I would need gloves.

I felt like screaming and/or crying, but it wasn't going to do me any good.  Like someone was going to come kill these things for me over and over and over? 

Uh, no.  Don't think so.

Corn stalks and tassels are remarkably dirty for being nearly six feet from the ground.  How does the dirt splash up that high?  I was covered in mud, my feet were soaked from the morning dew, and I had bug guts ground into my skin and caked under my fingernails. 

Good times.


This was despicable work.  (Did anyone else flash to Daffy Duck just then?)

I earned every single stinkin dollar.  Which, as it turned out wasn' that much. 

As luck would have it, I wasn't a natural-born detasseler like I fantasized.  They had to keep sending more experienced workers (ahem, faster) in to "dig me out" because I was so slow.

That was pretty humiliating.  I was an Honor Roll student!  I never failed anything!  How is it possible that I wasn't excelling at this? My brother was part of the crew.  He was a bit of a slacker/screw up in school, but he was out here kicking my butt.  We just couldn't have that.

I was an IOWAN for God's sake.  We're supposed to know how to do this stuff at birth.  Had I missed the memo?

After every row, I became more and more determined to pick up my pace.  But then, just before lunch, I committed the cardinal sin.

I emasculated a half row of male corn.  Woops.

In my defense, if there was such a thing as 'male' corn and 'female' corn, don't you think that cute supervisor guy should have shared that information up front?  I mean, as far as I was concerned it was just CORN. 


Cute supervisor guy, whom I assumed went to Iowa State University asked me to wait on the bus for the rest of the day.  It wasn't so bad.  A friend of mine was also on there and she'd rescued (ahem stolen) a kitten off the farm.  I got to sit in the shade of the bus playing with a kitten. Awwwww.

And to add insult to injury, the supervisor turned out to be a junior at the high school, not the college guy I thought he was.  WTH?  He had a full beard for God's sake!  He was one of the most popular guys in school (apparently high school girls really like boys who can grow full beards) so I lived in fear that he'd recognize my dorky self and tell everyone about what a failure I was in the cornfield.

I'm over it now. Really.  It was just a rough way to learn everyone has talents and I was NOT meant to be anywhere near corn.  Unless it's a corn maze...then I'm allowed.

(this is actually a corn maze not too far from where I live...though I don't think I went in it the year this pic was taken)

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Appeasing the Voyeur

I don't know about you, but when I see a picture of someone, I'm always looking at the background for clues to who they *really* are.  I especially love trying to read titles on their bookshelves.  


I took pictures of my bookshelves to share. 

(there has to be at least ONE other voyeur out there like me) 

I believe if you click on the pics below you can see a bigger version where you can actually read titles.

Disclaimer:  There are a lot of political and religious books in the mix covering a wide range of beliefs...hubs and I like to cover all the angles is all.  So just because we have a Satanism &Witchcraft book does not mean we are practicing cultists, k?  The fact that it is between "The Messiah Stones" and "Cheeseburgers" ought to be a sign......


Saturday, May 22, 2010

Truth Behind Vegas Baby Shower...

I gotta say you guys are fantastically talented (and just a little wicked).  I was laughing my butt off all day yesterday, with all your Vegas explanations.

If you are just passing through and want to see what the fuss is about, go here.  I was going to try and weave them all into some collossal craziness, but I'm tired and still need to write, so I'll give you the real explanation then I'm going to go hide in a dark space and write my fingers off.  HEY!  With hubs gone I can take the laptop to bed.  woo hoo.

So the real story...Maribeth was the closest to the truth.

First of all,  we were BOTH invited to the shower.  But we couldn't get someone to stay with the kids for the weekend, and it was too expensive to take ALL the kids.

Second, hubs is on vacation all next week so it made sense to send him. 

Then, of course, it's the matter of who the shower is for.  It's for one of his best friends.  (okay for his girlfriend).  Yeah, he's my friend too but if only one of us could go it made more sense for it to be him.  

For the record, there IS going to be a round of golf, some gambling, and probably some strippers too.  We can only hope that illegitimate children, mafia, and golden showers do NOT become part of the story this weekend.  

Oh, and the FINAL reason that he went to Vegas solo is that I went last fall and I'm going to New York in October!  SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!  I think I got the better end of the deal, personally.

On another note, I bet most of you saw the Fantabulous Tahereh's bookshelves on Friday.  As luck would have it, I took pictures of my bookshelves Thursday night to post Sunday.  They are just regular ol' shelves, nothing as artsy and cool as hers...but I LOVE looking to see what other people have on their shelves so I thought I'd share.  I'd LOVE it if y'all posted pictures of your mini-libraries so I could oooh and aaaah.  

I'm rearranging bedroom furniture today and celebrating Miss K's 9th birthday on Sunday.  What about you?  What plans do you have?

And for a bit of fun:  Video Link

Friday, May 21, 2010

Go to

...and play pacman!  Too cool!

Friday Fun

My husband is flying to Vegas for a baby shower.

This is true. Yet, it's a strange sentence.  Vegas and baby shower -- sounds like an oxymoron doesn't it? 

(And yes, we're talking about the traditional baby shower with cute little outfits and one very pregnant mom-to-be.)  

I shouldn't have to explain that part, but Vegas DOES have a reputation for extreme & excessive behavior.

So here's the deal.  I originally typed up a post and explained this sentence, but it was BORING.  So, we're going to make a game out of it, instead.  If it works, we might make this a regular Friday Feature.  

So use your imagination...why would my husband be flying unchaperoned from IOWA to Vegas?  Be as creative as you like!  I'll post the *real* story tomorrow.

On another note....

I need your HELP

My boss is looking to buy a bar code scanner to log all his books at the office and home.  If he buys this scanner, he will let me borrow it so I can do mine too.  Yeah, that'd be way cool.  Have any of you used something like this?  Were you happy with the results?  What did you use (brand/website/some identifiable information)?

Thursday, May 20, 2010


Dreams are a good thing.

It's great to aspire to do/be/have/achieve something more than you do/are/have now.

Imagine how boring life is for those who have absolutely no aspirations whatsoever.

Not even for chocolate.


Wanting more is natural.

And, as long as it's done with moderation (not going to condone obsessions or over-indulgences here)

I encourage you to dream

to reach

to be all that you can be

and then reach and grow more.

You go girl!  (oh, sorry, you go guy!)


you knew there had to be a but, didn't you?

I'd like to caution you to leave a little wiggle room in those dreams.

Lemme explain.

My senior year of high school, we had to do an exercise in our psychology class where we plotted out all our future significant moments of our lives and presented them to the rest of the class.  

It was interesting to hear everyone else's dreams and goals.

There was one girl, though, who was painfully specific about her life.


She was going to marry a millionaire 

with blonde hair and blue eyes.

He would father her blue-eyed blonde baby girl, 

who, of course, would look just like her.  

After a year or two of marital bliss (or not) 

she would divorce him and take half of everything. 

 Then she would proceed to live the high life on his hard-earned dough.

She had everything planned.  

The things her daughter would like

the places they would go --


The class, as a whole, was shocked.  

She had planned so many things that just can't be controlled.  

Last time I looked, you couldn't plan to have a baby girl, and certainly couldn't dictate what she'd look like.

So, go ahead and set goals.

Dream lofty dreams.

The sky is the limit!

When you run out of sky, reach for the moon and stars!

But, please, for heaven's sake, make sure you're planning things that you have control over.  

Maybe instead of saying you want to sell 4,231,568 books you could just shoot to be on the New York Times Best Seller List?  Or set some sort of new sales record?

So, reality check time...what are you dreaming about (and please keep this PG...I'm not talking about THOSE kinds of dreams)

I had a transition to tie they pics in, but I forgot what it was.  This is my sister's cat...and bird


Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Author Sighting - Michael Perry

This past weekend, Michael Perry, author of Population 485, Coop, (among others) and proprieter of stopped off in Iowa for a talk / signing.  The book is about his life as a volunteer firefighter/first responder in a small Wisconsin town.

To be honest, I didn't finish the book.  Ran out of time, it was overdue at the library.

(I'll have you know I am single-handedly trying to fund the library with my fines.  But I digress.)

I didn't finish the book, so I can't really offer a REAL review.  Many of his anecdotes in the book were amusing, but there seemed to be a great deal of filler (a lot about how the town established the fire department, how the town got it's name, etc.)  Some of the transitions between stories (duh, where else would you find a transition?) felt rather contrived.

ANYHOW, I announced to the fam I was going and my oldest daughter wanted to go too.  I warned her it may not be as fun as Kathryn Stockett, but she wanted to come anyway.   I'm wondering if she's secretly interested in this authoring stuff?  It's good for her to experience.

The place was packed (always a good sign).  He was hysterical.  I felt like I was at a comedy show, not an author's signing.  If he comes anywhere near you, I highly recommend you go see him.  [Edited to add the link to upcoming events:  click here] You can decide whether or not to read his books.

Here is a picture of him signing my book...  

(My daughter took this with my phone, and was being artsy with the angle.)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Taking Chances & Give Away Winners

I received these pictures the other day.

I could get philosophical on you.

I could say something about needing to take chances with your writing.

Or I could tell you how sometimes facing our fears brings great rewards.

But no.

All I'm gonna say




I'll leave that adventure to others.

I prefer to have my feet planted 


on the ground, thank you very much!

NOW...let's take care of some business, shall we?

Thanks to everyone who sent in a mom memory.  I received some really nice entries. I recruited my daughterlings to pick the winner because I wanted to absolve myself of ALL responsibility. 
Yes, it was cowardly of me, but hey, do you see those pictures up there?  I already outed myself as a big fat coward, so this shouldn't be a surprise.

So, the winners, according to my children are...


Stacey Smith


Congratulations!  I'll be in touch later to get your address and snack preferences.

I'm sorry I couldn't give something to everyone!  Stay tuned, though.  I have a few other contests/giveaways in mind in the coming weeks.  I've just got to check that what I have in mind is legal.  (Nope, I'm not going to elaborate on that one just yet).

Monday, May 17, 2010

Mock Me Monday - Snow Day

Sometimes my neurons don't fire as quickly as they should.  Not sure why this is, but I'd like to think I'm an intelligent woman, even though my actions don't always support this belief.

Case in point:  Snow Day.

It seems mornings have always been hectic no matter how many kids were in the house.  Several years ago, my routine was to get my daughter ready, drop her at school, then go to work where I would eat my own breakfast at my desk.  I did this because (a) mornings were insane and (b) I was able to skip the 10:00 munchies/snack.  

I can't function in the morning without my milk.  I have a big glass (16 oz) every day.  This is the equivalent of most people's coffee.  I know there's no caffeine in it, but it is the start of my day.  I would normally pour this into an old pop bottle and take it to work with me to put on my cereal or swig with my toast.

On this particular day, I couldn't find a pop bottle, so I grabbed a tall plastic glass and filled it to the rim.  I got my daughter loaded and drove the 12+ blocks to her school.  There was a strange THUD when I went around a curve, but it was a snowy day, I assumed a snow clod broke off the wheel well.

I got to the school, but there was a 2 hour delay, so I turned around and went home again.  Unloaded daughter, and went into the house to wait it out.  As I was unloading daughter, I noticed what I thought was an abundance of salt solution they spray on the roads when it gets cold/snowy/icy. 

An hour later, my stomach was growling, so I decided it was time to eat my breakfast.  I tore the house apart, could not find my milk.  Then I remembered I hadn't brought it back in the house with me.

I ran out to the driveway to look in the car, but my milk wasn't there.  I went back in the house, huffing and puffing.  Where was it?  Finally, I figured it out.  I had set the cup on TOP of the car when I was loading my daughter in the car and it had fallen off when I went around that curve, and it was MILK on my car, not salt solution.

Yeah.  I'm flippin brilliant sometimes!

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Miss K's new WIP

I found a list of great resources at Creative Barbed Wire:  Click here to see them for yourself.

I've also run across a TON of contests lately.  A couple have ereaders up for grabs.  I'm not entering these (saving the magic for another day, LOL) but thought I'd share the links nonetheless:

Justine's Contest is closed to entries, but you should check out the top 10 finalists...should be a hoot.

Other contests I've run across (I'm betting you've found a lot of these on your own, but I'll put them up here anyway)

Alliterative Allomorph's Blogging Idol
Lydia Kang's 150 follower celebration
Creepy Query Girl's Query Spoof
Zoe Courtman's ultimate interview contest
MisAdventures In CandyLand Contest
Under the Trolls Bridge Contest
Tahereh's Contest
Dawn's Contest
Books We Love Contest (ereader)
Here We Go Again (ereader)
Jaydee Morgan
B Miller Fiction Give Away

MissK read this too me the other night with such feeling.  I wish you could have heard her. Not sure where she got her idea for this, but it should be safe to eat/drink while you're reading this one.  No kissing scenes in here.

I lived in a small village; my family’s village. We had my little home, and it was my family. I was the special one. I was the special one because I was the only child. I didn’t have any siblings. Mom and Dad were the only other people living in my house. Lots of people lived around in my village. 

One fact was that we were all poor, struggling to survive. We hadn’t been on the news yet. But we knew news because we only had little TVs. I struggled with my life, because I didn’t have school, I didn’t have friends. Mom said you have to look hard enough to find the right person. I couldn’t do that though. I can’t look hard. 

All there was outside of this old village was straw houses that were strong, dusty dirt instead of concrete and clothes’ lines to dry and wash clothes. Boy, were we struggling. We tried so hard to stay alive. It just couldn’t happen. Many people on my village had died of hunger.


Last day to enter the Mother's Day Give Away!! 
Just send your favorite memory to missvspeaks(at)gmail(dot)com. 

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Page A Day Challenge

I signed up for the Page-A-Day Challenge coordinated by Weronika Janczuk.  
You can find her blog (and a master list of participants) here.  
I think the registration is closed (I forgot I signed up for it, so I also forgot to share the details)  However, I don't see any reason why you can't play along!

I will be posting my progress here, or there will be a shortcut in the side bar.  
REMINDER:  Mother's Day Give Away open until Sunday, May 16th.  
Whatcha gotta do:
  1. Be a follower.  Easy enough, a couple clicks and you're done.
  2. Email me your favorite Mom memory.  Maybe it's about your mom.  Maybe it's when you became a mom.  Maybe it's someone who was a mom-like role model.  I'm not looking for exceptional writing, I'm looking for touching memories.  Keep it under 500 words if you can.  I may just post my favorite entries.
  3. It'd be nice to have you mention the give away on your own blog, but I'm not going to require it.  I want to keep this simple, so we'll just make this an optional thing.  
  4. Have items 1 & 2 complete by midnight central time on SUNDAY MAY 16th.  Winners will be selected somehow...either the one that makes my cry/laugh longest or I'll pick numbers at random.

SEND EMAIL ENTRIES TO:  MissVSpeaks (at) gmail (dot) com