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An Almost-Spring Break

Change is in the air. I don’t know if it’s that certain slant of February light through my living room window–you know, where it hits the piano, just so? Or if it was the string of days we’ve had this month where there was no rain, that our hens are beginning to lay again, or the return of Girl Scout Cookies–whatever the cause I can feel spring peeking around the corner.

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All week this feeling of almost-spring has been giving me a case of almost-spring fever–and I’m not the only one. “What are we doing today and can it please be fun?” has become Newt’s chorus.

On Wednesday my answer was, “Library. I’ll bring my laptop. You bring a friend.” And even though it wasn’t new or exciting, it was enough. That is until I received a text saying that Newt’s friend wasn’t going to be able to make it.

What are we going to do today and can it please be fun?

Suddenly the library wasn’t going to cut it. I made a quick phone call to Walt then told Newt to pack an overnight bag. Twenty minutes later we hit the road for some much needed girl bonding time.

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Luckily, our favorite little getaway wasn’t booked. We spent the next 24 hours reading, giggling, eating amazing food, and talking about the things that are truly the most important: family, faith, good books, and boys.

Change is in the air for Newt too–she’s growing up so fast. Our little adventure was an opportunity to hit the pause button, if only for a moment. I didn’t know how much I needed that, how much we both did, until we were already there.

The Sylvia Beach Hotel was made for book lovers. Each room is themed around a different author. We stayed in Tolkien and read aloud favorite passages from The Hobbit late into the night. The hotel has no phones, televisions, or even wi-fi, but it has beautiful beach views, a well-stocked third floor library, and even a resident cat. (I forgive it that last one.)

Sylvia Beach Hotel Library

In the morning, after a breakfast that nearly made Newt cry for sheer goodness (hello, oven-glazed pepper bacon) we put on our boots and jackets for a walk on the rainy beach.

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Oregon coast

As we stomped our rubber boots in the surf a tiny miracle happened: a floating glass bottle washed ashore.

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Though at first we were both disappointed to find that it did not contain a secret message, we brought it home anyway. I think I’ll save it until we return again. I’ll toss it back out to the sea, this time with a message of my own:

Today is all you have. Make it meaningful. Make it fun.

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How To Turn A Barbie Doll Into A Weeping Angel

We have a little tradition of making one homemade present for each other every Christmas. Several weeks ago, in order to gather a key component of my gift for Newt, I put out a call for help on Facebook:

Anyone have a jointed-arms Barbie needing a home? She can be ugly, naked, scribbled on, and/or ratty haired. I just need her arms to move. Working on a craft project/Christmas present for Newt.
(Don’t you wish I was your Secret Santa?)

People are fairly used to me being strange, I think. A few days later, a friend dropped off a sad, ugly, nearly naked* Barbie Doll, just begging to be made into something fabulous dangerous. He did not even bother to ask what I would be doing with it.
*She was not totally naked. She was wearing a men’s athletic sock. I don’t even know.

How To Turn A Barbie Doll Into A Weeping Angel

I looked up a couple of online tutorials for inspiration, but like I generally do, I decided to do it my own way. I don’t like to be bossed around.
If you are interested, these are the ones I looked at.
The Creative Crossing Weeping Angel
Wich-Crafting Weeping Angel

Both tutrorials pointed out that even jointed Barbie’s arms need to be cut off and reattached in order to properly cover her eyes. Both tutorials also suggested using a hot glue gun to reattach, but somehow I failed to notice. I wish I had–it would have saved me many swears.
I should have glued them on nice and tight, then covered the joint with air dry clay. Instead, I just used air dry clay to attach them. Do not do this.

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If you’ll notice, I also have Barbie in a bottle, which I have glued to a base. I had planned to use the bottle method as outlined by Creative Crossing but later changed my mind. You’ll see why.

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Anyway, after giving Barbie some Popeye arms “reattaching” Barbie’s arms, I moved on to her hair. First up, a haircut. I trimmed it as closely as I could, then used tweezers to pull the rest out. Once she was nicely bald, I sculpted new hair with air-dry clay. I used a stylus to create ridges and add texture.

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I free-handed a paper pattern to create her wings, then formed them from foam core board and glued them to her back. (Step not pictured.)
Then I got ready to dress the little angel. I used plaster fabric–it is the same material casts are made from. Small rolls are readily available at craft stores. I happened to have a bunch lying around leftover from another project.

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Once I got the Barbie all dressed, I realized that the bottle made her look pregnant. This is where the swearyness began. I ripped off the plaster, broke the bottle off the base, and discarded it.

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Plan B: A lump of clay and a large skewer stick for support. (Sorry about the terrible photo, but I think it’s clear enough for you to get the idea.) Once the clay cured (a couple of days) I ran a bead of Gorilla Glue around its edge to ensure that it did not pop off the base.

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While I was reworking things, I decided to add clay to the wings in order to give them a more sculpted look. This was a great idea for aesthetics, but a terrible idea for my temper. The clay cracked as it dried which looked awesome except when whole pieces started falling off the foam core. I carefully glued them back in place, fitting them together like a puzzle.
Anger making aspect number two: The wings were now too heavy to easily attach. My glue needed time to cure and I could not hold them easily in place. I ended up having to use a lot of electrical tape in order to hold them steady while the glue dried.
If I were to make one again I would craft the wings entirely from sculpty (oven dried clay), forming them to the contours of the doll’s back.

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This was also around the time Barbie’s arms started falling off. Repeatedly. None of my glues were sticking well. It was lucky no one was home. I got more than a little cranky. Eventually, Gorilla Glue did the trick, but the arms were looking pretty rough. I decided to make my angel look like one of the more corroded ones from the episode with Angel Bob (The Time of Angels) (I did not know that off hand. I looked it up.) (Newt would have known.)
Once I finally got the wings to stay on the @%!# Barbie, I moved on to crafting her dress. This was one of my favorite parts of the process, second only to painting.
The plaster fabric is quite easy to work with. Just cut to your desired size, dip in warm water, and apply. It is very mailable and therefore, easy to form folds and ripples in order to emulate real fabric. Make sure you do at least three coats for durability. I also smeared a little of the plaster on Barbie’s arms and face to rough them up a little.

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Be sure to give ample time for all the clay and plaster to dry before painting–at least 48 hours.
I used gray tinted latex primer as a base coat. We just happened to have a can in the garage. (Side note: The only things I actually purchased for this project were the clay, wooden base, and foam-core. All in all I spent about $5. Yay me!)

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Once the primer was fully dry, I pulled out my acrylic craft paints. I thinned some black with water until it was about the consistency of ink. Then, working in sections to avoid drying, I painted it on, making sure to push it into all the crack and crevices, then quickly toweled it off with an old rag. (A paper towel would likely work as well, just be careful of paper lint/fibers.)
As a final touch, I used a mossy green color, to look like, well, moss. I stippled it on, sparingly, with a stiff brush, considering where moss would actually grow on a statue.
Here is a full shot of the completed angel.
Warning: DON’T BLINK.

P.S. The Weeping Angel is a copyrighted character. Please feel free to create these dolls for your own terror and enjoyment, but do not sell them. Additionally, I accept no responsibility for angel dolls or images coming to life and sending you back in time. I hope you enjoy 1941.

For other my Doctor Who-inspired projects, see:

Free Printable Doctor Who Valentines
Doctor Who Freezer Paper Stenciled T-Shirts
Doctor Who Bedroom Makeover
TARDIS Halloween Costume

BlogHer Book Club: Daring Greatly

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is not effort without error and shortcoming; but who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in worthy cause; who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.

-Theodore Roosevelt

Brene Brown begins her book, Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead, with these inspiring words. I have read and reread that quote many times over the past few weeks.

If I fail, I want to do so while daring greatly.

Having Vulnerability Takes Courage

There are many misconceptions when it comes to the way we feel about vulnerability. One of the myths that Brown writes about is that Vulnerability is weakness. To be so open, exposed is thought of as the antithesis of strength, but that thought is wrong. It takes great courage to be open, to be honest, to be real, to try knowing that you might fail.

I loved the pep talk that Brown gave herself as she prepared for giving a TED talk. She was terrified. As she walked to the stage, she thought of a plaque on her desk. It said: What would you do if you knew you could not fail? She changed the words and thought to herself: What is worth doing, even if you fail?

This book not only inspired me to want to be more daring, it also gave me the tools to do so. I highly recommend it.

So I ask you: What do you think is worth doing, even if you fail?

Dare greatly.

This post is a sponsored review for BlogHer Book Club. All text and opinions are my own. Join the discussion.

Happy September! Happy. September.

Hi GUTTAA pals. I do eventually get around to the questions. I just have to say hello to my regular readers first – I’ve neglected them terribly over the summer.

I’ve never been happier to wave goodbye to August. Don’t get me wrong, I like summertime fun just as much as the next girl, but I am more than ready for fall.
Boots. Sweaters. Apple cider. Pumpkin patches… Dreamy.
I’ve missed homeschooling and our happy little routine.
I’ve missed Newt; she’s been gone a lot, having one adventure after another.
I’ve missed rain. Don’t believe me? I’m listening to this right now. It’s my new favorite writing soundtrack.
You know what else I’ve missed?
You, dear readers.
I’m hoping to build a bit more time in my routine for regular blogging now that I am not spending all my time driving Newt to activities and back.
Let’s catch up a bit shall we?
[pours you a cup of herbal tea]
The chickens are getting really big. They went from this:
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To this:
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in less than two months.
Also, Billina appears to be oh-so-rudely turning into a Bill. So far, no crowing, but once he finds his little rooster voice, he’s back to the farm. We plan to add to our flock in the next couple of weeks so Abeline (renamed by Newt as Sarah-Jane) will not be alone.
What else? Oh yes, I started querying agents for Hook’s Revenge and have gotten a fairly good response. The full manuscript has been requested a few times. No big deal. [Squee!]
I’ve also started a new project. I had forgotten how hard starting is. My characters and I are sort of like kids at a junior high dance, definitely aware of each other, but not quite sure how to cross the gym and get things started. We have begun making eye-contact though, so there is hope.

Speaking of writing and agents, if you are here for the Gearing Up To Get an Agent Meet & Greet, you’d probably like me to quit yapping and get on with it welcome. I’m glad you stopped in.
Gearing Up To Get an Agent (GUTGAA) is an opportunity for writers that are uh, gearing up to get an agent, to help each other polish their pitches, network, and possibly get noticed by a fabulous agent.
Today, I’m answering some questions about my procrastinating writing habits.

Where do you write?
Usually in the studio/schoolroom. It has great lighting, comfortable chairs (more so than they look), a window for daydreaming, and a great library. It’s also generally cleaner than in the following photos (we were doing some back to school organizing today and not everything got put back where it belongs).
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Why yes, there is a large tent in my backyard. Thanks for noticing.

Quick. Go to your writing space, sit down and look to your left. What is the first thing you see?
A box of junk items to take to Goodwill.
[Adds item to to-do list: Don't forget to drop junk off at Goodwill]

Favorite time to write?
I write any time I can, though I work best in the morning before Newt gets up. Since she is a late sleeper, this generally works well.

Drink of choice while writing?
I’m a water girl. Boring, I know, but I love it. Besides, it has no calories. I’m having enough trouble with writer-butt.
Is it a bit more exotic if I tell you my favorite glass is a pint sized mason jar? Something about the way it balances in my hand…

When writing, do you listen to music or do you need complete silence?
It depends. Sometimes music will motivate me, other times it distracts me. I’m really into those rain sounds right now but in a few weeks, when the real Oregon rain settles in, I’ll be over it.

What was your inspiration for your latest manuscript and where did you find it?
I had the idea for Hook’s Revenge several years ago. I was sick – the bad kind – with respiratory and digestive distress. Newt was not old enough to be very self-sufficient, so I pulled out the sofa bed and told her she could watch some movies while I slept. She watched the 2003 live version of Peter Pan first (if you have not seen that, you should – it’s so charming) and then put on Hook (with Dustin Hoffman, Julia Roberts, and Robin Williams). Those were not surprising choices; we have always loved Peter Pan.
Newt pretended to be Peter for two whole years – he was her alter-ego from ages two to four. The original version by J. M. Barrie was the first non-picture book I ever read her, at age not-quite-three. I would read at bedtime while she played quietly in her bed, not seeming to pay any attention to me. The next day “Peter” would act out the adventures I had read aloud the night before, and I could be sure that Newt had been listening very intently.
Anyway, I was in an illness and cold-medicine educed fog while she watched her movies. When I woke up, there was a girl in my head. I knew she was Captain Hook’s daughter and she had a story to tell, though I wasn’t clear on many details. I wrote bits of her adventure as it came to me, but didn’t really get serious until the end of last year.
In a way, I’m half I didn’t dive right in. I feel like I needed that time to learn how to write Jocelyn’s story well, and how to develop my own voice – which to a large degree blogging has done for me. I also moved cross-country, began homeschooling, and supported my husband and his mother through the illness and death of his father. The time wasn’t right for Jocelyn, but when it was, I threw myself into her world. I’m quite proud of what I have created.
Read a bit of Hook’s Revenge here.

What’s your most valuable writing tip?
First off – finish. No matter how long it takes.
Then, be brave.
Writing is very personal. It takes courage to share with your critique partners and beta readers, hoping they like it, but that they also can help you make it better – even if that means ripping parts of it to shreds. Once you get somewhat comfortable (hee!) with that process, and you have edited and rewritten until you have made your manuscript the best that you can, you must take the next plunge and submit your work to agents and/or editors. This puts you in a very vulnerable place. There will be rejection. You may even receive three form rejections on your birthday and sit at your laptop and sob into your hands, or so I’ve heard, but in order to be successful you have to wipe away the tears and keep trying. That’s what I’m doing.
Writing is not for the faint of heart. Be brave.

Thats it for the questions. I’m going to go organize my fall sweaters now, and maybe pick some apples.

Stop in later this week. I’ll be sharing a yummy new recipe.

Smelly Rerun

Today is my birthday! Remember last year? That was so much fun. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to repeat it today (though I am trying to be extra nice) because we are headed out for a family camping trip.
Speaking of camping, here is something I can repeat. Enjoy!

Adventures of Heidi – Outdoor Edition
Originally ran 8/25/11
Read other Adventures of Heidi stories here.

Once upon a time there was a Heidi. When you were as old as Heidi was in this story, you were only eight. Nine if you were a late bloomer.
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Heidi’s mom cut her hair. Heidi’s mom was not drunk when she used her haircutting “skills” to create Heidi’s “hairstyle”, but she might as well have been.
Sometimes people would say to Heidi’s parents, “That’s a good looking boy you have there!”
This was offensive to Heidi for three reasons:

  1. To the best of her knowledge, Heidi has never been a boy.
  2. Heidi was wearing earrings! How could the people not notice the totally feminine earrings?!
  3. Even mistaken for a boy, Heidi was not all that good looking. She knew the people were just trying to be polite.

Heidi had eight brothers and sisters. At the time of this story, only Heidi and two brothers were living at home. Heidi’s parents wanted to have all of the siblings get together. At the same time. At the same place. Eight out of the nine children agreed to meet in Utah for a camp out. One sister wisely declined.
Sidenote: Heidi’s siblings have still never managed to all be in the same place at the same time. Heidi fears for what might happen if they were. It is possible that a hole would be ripped in the space-time continuum. Or that someone would get their feelings hurt and leave in a huff.
Anyway, Heidi went on the family camp out, because she was eight (or nine) and had no other choice. Besides she was a good little boy girl and wouldn’t want to defy her parents.
At the time.
There would be plenty of time for that as Heidi got older.
Many of Heidi’s siblings were much older than Heidi. They were married with children of their own. Some of their children were not much younger than Heidi.
I interrupt this story for a joke: Do you know what is special about a Mormon wedding? The bride is not pregnant… but her mother is! wah wah wah wah waaaah!
On this camp out, one of Heidi’s brothers thoughtlessly brought his daughter, Brooke. Brooke was Heidi’s nemesis because:

  1. She was little (emphasizing Heidi’s no-longer-littleness).
  2. She was cute (see above).
  3. She had long, dark, curly hair.
  4. No one ever thought she was a boy.

Heidi tried not to be jealous, but could not help rejoicing when it was deemed that Heidi and her 11 year old brother were old enough to sleep out by the fire. Alone. Without Brooke.
After a few dozen s’mores, everyone else went to bed in campers.
Heidi’s brother was recovering from mono and slept about 42 hours a day. He dropped off right away and began to snore. Loudly.
Heidi looked at the stars for awhile, then closed her eyes and began to drift off.
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Suddenly! Heidi heard a noise!
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It was a VERY LOUD crunching noise. Not totally unlike a giant gnawing on a skull a larger than average person stomping through leaves.
Heidi was no dummy. She knew the law. If there is a boogie-man out to get you and you close your eyes very tight and lie very still, he will be unable to see you.
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The crunching grew louder. It seemed to come from all around the campsite.
Heidi risked a peek.
The campsite was being attacked by malformed lizard silhouettes! skunks!
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Heidi clamped her eyes down tight. There must have been a hundred at least five of them!
What choice did Heidi have but to lie still and wait for morning?
She did not move a muscle. She did not open her eyes. Even when she felt paws on the side of her sleeping bag.
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Eventually, Heidi must have passed out from fear. When morning came, the skunks were gone.
Heidi could not wait to tell her family about her terrifying ordeal.
Their response was unexpected.
Yeah, right.
I think you dreamed it.
Her mono-stricken brother was awakened questioned. He had slept through it.
Nothing could convince them of the truth. Heidi had spent the night being held hostage by a roving gang of skunks and no one believed her!
Later, Heidi’s family had a family award ceremony. Why? Who knows.
Brook, Heidi’s nemesis, received none other than the Little Miss Sunshine Award. It was a big bag of candy.

Not the actual Little Miss Sunshine Award.
Heidi won the Stretches the Truth Award. Here is her prize:

The moral of this story is: Um… er…
Okay, so this story has no moral. It is completely hopeless pointless.

Epilogue: Brooke grew up to be a lovely woman, despite being spoiled by too much love and candy.

The End

PS: Here is actual photo evidence of the camp out. So you can not say I made it up. I’m the blonde boy girl on the the left.
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On My Mind – July 10, 2012

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This summer. It’s kicking my butt. We have broken every single one of the rules.

I wrote a bit about my miserable efforts to fit everything in on Mommy Authors.
I have one child and life is so busy. How does Michelle Duggar do it?

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Disregard everything I just said. If my life was so filled with stuff to do, would I have said yes to these little sweeties?

Meet Newt’s new pets, Billina and Abilene (10 points if you get both literary references). A friend of ours offered them to Newt to raise. If they turn out to be Bill and Abe, they go back to his farm. If they grow up to be ladies, we’ll keep them and add some more.
Newt is taking her job of chicken wrangler very seriously. She would sleep out in their pen if she could.

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That moment when you realize that there might be naked pictures of yourself on the internet.
Just let that sink in a moment. It’s not a good feeling.
I was sitting on my couch visiting with some neighbors that had dropped in when I realized that there was a good possibility I had accidentally put a nudie photo of myself on the internetz. I had to sit there with a fake grin plastered to my face until they left and I could go check.
Here’s how it all went down: Walt traded my dumb phone for a smart phone. I set it to auto upload my pictures to G+ and then promptly forgot all about it. Fast forward to the day I had no hand mirror in the bathroom. Thanks to pinterest, I was trying a new hairstyle and needing to see the back of my hair. My phone was handy – click.
No big deal if I was starkers; I could just delete.
And then, days later, there I was chatting about nothing when I realized. Crap.
The good news:
#1 – It did not upload.
#2 – If it had, it still would have been in a private folder unless and until I decided make it public. Relief.

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I’ve got nothing. I can’t top number three.

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I’ve started sending query letters out on Hook’s Revenge. If you need me, I’ll be curled up, fetal position, under my desk.

What’s on your mind today?

Me, Elsewhere

Writer's Stop
I hope you won’t feel I’ve been cheating on you when I tell you that in my absence here, I have posted on a couple of other blogs. I am a new contributor on Mommy Authors and I did a guest post on Book-in-a-Week.
Here’s a rundown of recent posts:

How writing and parenting complement each other
My first experience attending a writing conference
Five ways writing seriously has changed the way I do things


PS: You’re still my favorite.

On My Mind

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Happy third day of spring!
This is the view from my living room window:

I am fully disgusted.
Except for the part where we cancelled school because of snow and spent the day reading and watching episodes of PBS’s Colonial House.
Sounds a lot like a school day, doesn’t it? Shhh… don’t tell Newt.

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Cookies are over. Can I get an amen! To thank me for my service as cookie mom, I was victim to the sweetest act of vandalism ever. Loved it.

It actually made me cry a little. In a good way. Especially when I saw the one signed by Newt:

Since her facination with Dr. Who (especially the 10th Doctor, played by David Tennant) has become a full-blown obsession, I was truly flattered.

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So, uh, Heidi, if cookies are over, what’s up with the sparse posting on ye old blogge?
Oh, that. Well, I’ve got a couple of other projects up my sleeve.
First of all: homeschool. We’ve buckled down, at Newt’s request.
Another Amen would not be inappropriate here.
We are finishing up our first 12 weeks of Ambleside Online’s Charlotte Mason-style curriculum.
Non-homeschoolers, just smile and nod. This part will be over soon.
Can I just say that I love this curriculum?
Of course I can. 1) I just did and 2) it’s my blog. I can say whatever I like.
Anyway, AO has breathed some new life into our school day. Very exciting stuff.
However, as such, I am trying ever-so-hard to block out larger portions of my day for this oh-such-important stuff.
Even though I still check in with social media far more than I probably should. I’m looking at you Facebook and Pinterest.
Second of all: I’ve been writing a middle-grade children’s book.
My book is about Captain Hook’s daughter. She’s stuck in a stuffy finishing school and desparate for adventure, but she may get more than she can handle when she is charged with hunting down the crocodile that killed her father.
Want a tiny sample?

Let me see, how to describe the girl…
Ah, I have it! Have you ever been privy to witness a great disaster, such as the burning of a circus?
Picture it: a great trumpeting of elephants and snarling of tigers. Ladies, both beaded and bearded, fainting of terror. A mighty bucket brigade made of midgets and clowns, sword-swallowers and finely dressed dandies, all shouting and sweating as they passed bucketsful of water up the line to the source of the flames. Now look to it, the great and tragic circus tent aflame, its colors more vivid than life, and all the more beautiful wrapped in disaster…
If you can imagine that, you will have a pretty good sense of young Jocelyn Hook.

Since I have been spending more time in that world, I’ve had less time for this one. However, I still intend to keep touch with y’all at least once a week.
[note: Heidi is not from the South, but the occasional ya'll still slips into her writing. In addition, she also called the library today to see how late they were open and asked about it with a fake southern accent: "Yes Ma'am, how late are ya'll open tonight?" Heidi is weird like that sometimes.]

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I have the best friends. Earlier this week, several of us got together to learn all the insider tricks to cutting up a whole chicken.

After we cut them up, we did this:

Which, as you know, is not exactly a health food, but sometimes a girl needs some fried chicken. And, like I’ve said before, at least it was homemade.
We ate the chicken with a potluck of potato salad, deviled eggs, buttermilk biscuits and collard greens, while watching The Help.
Come to think of it, no wonder I’m ya’llin’ y’all today…

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It’s been nearly 24 hours and it’s still snowing. Ya’ll better send over a St. Bernard with a barrel of brandy herbal tea on it’s collar. We may need it to dig us out.

What’s the weather like where you are? And if it’s nice, how do you feel about house guests?

What Should Heidi Make From Pinterest Now?

Oh my goodness, that was an incredibly full weekend.
After last week’s mini-rant, I am avoiding the word busy. We’re all busy. Who wants to hear my whining?
Not even me.

The combination of lots of rushing around and Oregon’s February rain (not to be confused with January, March, April, May, June, October, November or December rain) is putting me in the mood for homemade bread. There are few things nothing better than the warm coziness of a home where a lovely loaf of pure goodness has just been baked.
I’ve turned to Pinterest for inspiration; now I turn to you to decide. Tell me what to make. I’ll pick the most popular, try it out and let you know how it goes next week.

Sourdough English Muffins

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Pita Bread

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Whole Wheat Bagels

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Whole Wheat Sourdough Sandwich Bread

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Rosemary Olive Oil Bread

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Pick one and let me know in the comments.
And hurry!
I can’t wait to look out my steamy kitchen window and wonder how the transformative power of warm bread can make even February rain feel lovely.

What I’m Making for Thanksgiving:

Reservations.
Since my kitchen and dining room currently look like this:
the great flood
And neither of our bathrooms has a toilet, we have decided it might be more fun to eat out this year. I am not usually a fan of restaurants on Thanksgiving, but this year, I’m looking forward to it. We plan to enjoy a nice meal with Walt’s mom, go the movies and then maybe check out a few black Friday (on Thursday?) sales. Low key.
And the best thing? No chance of ruining the turkey.
Unlike that one a from a couple of years ago…