Rambling Friday: What's wrong with Me?

I'm making a confession today.
A Writing confession, that is.

Last year, as some of you may know, I wasn't able to write.
Inspiration felled me.
Interest played a part.
No words would come.
Life was too busy.
Problems plagued me.
Depression over NOT writing consumed me.

I struggled for three quarters of the year to write.
Nope. Didn't work.

So I didn't write.
I told myself this year I wouldn't write.
I didn't.

I prayed.
Confessed to God.
Struggled with myself, my problems, and myself.

God answered my prayers.
I healed some.
I regained my strength.
I regained my interest in writing.
I made some tough, but good decisions.

I felt God's help, his strength flow through me.


A new year began.
I began writing.
I finished one novel in record time.
Saw it published.

I began the second one this year and can see the end nearing.
Publication date is fast approaching.

Ideas are bubbling for a third book this year.
But I'm not stressing over this.
If God wills, I will finish it.
If not,
There's always next year.

I'm praising God for a good year in writing.

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Psalm 139:13-14

Rest, Read, Relax this summer. 
After all, what's better than that? 

The Sweetest Thing, Five Things I love, CONTEST

The Sweetest Thing!

Isn't this the sweetest thing?

Be My Valentine

"Be My Valentine" it said,

Upon the arrowed heart of red,

 With its frill of paper lace,

Offered her with awkward grace.

He longed with tender words to show

He'd like to be her steady beau,

But all that he could do he found,

Was voice a muttered, stuttering sound.

Tubbed and scrubbed and polished neat,

From his cowlick to his feet,

He stood before her, heart in hand,

Trying to make her understand.

No words of love had she to say

Before she laughed and walked away.

For she was only half past four

And he was only one year more.

--Alice B. Johnson

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Five Things I Love:

1.  hubby with a passion

2. Sons, and their wife and girlfriend: always and forever

3.  Grandsons: forever grateful to God for giving them to us!

4.  The life we've lived, the memories we've made

5.  God and his blessings on us. Even thru the tough tmes he's seen us thru.

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Don't forget February's Contest!

CONTEST QUESTION TIME

(You must comment on every contest question I have this month--

February, 2018,

 and I will label them as such. 

One per week for the whole month.)

Contest Question:

Name one thing you positively love
(person, item, place, whatever...)

VOTING TIME...

Oh, yeah, you want to know what you get?

This:

and a kindle copy of 

Knight in Shining Apron

Book 2

of the Appleton, WV Romantic Mystery series

How's that for a beautiful, romantic gift?

Happy Reading!

Rushing Around, Mr. Rabbit

Have you ever thought when gazing at your desk (or house, or at work, or some other place) that everything piled up looks like lint? Or worse, dust?

• Rushing around gives me a headache. Granted I love to be busy and can't stand it when I have nothing to do (which has been so long ago, I feel like I'm telling a fib when I mention it). I always have something to do.
• Rushing around causes me to forget things. I forget I've a post I need to write, that I wanted to walk today, that I'd scheduled to meet a friend, or that I had an appointment I needed to keep. 
• Rushing around causes me to make mistakes. Typing too fast? Have to go back and make more corrections because of the sensitive touch of my computer and my clumsy fingers. Hurrying with supper preparations. Dropped eggs, spilled flour, broken pottery. 
• Rushing around causes me to miss things, like the beauty of my gardens and garden pond. The hills with the morning mists hanging over them. The moonlight shining through the tree tops. My animals wanting attention, their beautiful green/brown/blue eyes on me, trusting me to give them what they need. My hubby, sons and grandsons (and many others too!) wanting my company or attention, loving me even when I'm too busy to talk with them.

So what to do? 

Slow down...again. Relax. Take a deep breath and remember to...

Keep to my schedule. 

Check my lists.

One thing at a time.

Thankfully, I'm getting better at realizing--and, thus, reacting--that I need to stay focused and organized. 

That does the trick. When my over-excited, overloaded brain accepts that everything doesn't have to be done at once, then I stay relaxed and more productive. I'm released from those heavy chains of pressure. 

The moral of this lesson? 

Slow down, Mr. Rabbit. 

When you're worn out from rushing to the goal line, 

you may rush yourself to losing the race. 

So...make your list today of all things that are beautiful in your life. When you've thought of all you can, then thank God for them. Name each one aloud. Think about them. Study your list. Pray over it.. Tuck it into your Bible, your purse, a notebook. Somewhere that you can see it often.

What good does doing things like this do? Makes us more thankful. Helps us realize what blessings

we have and how quickly we sometimes lose this or that blessing. 

After all, why should God give us MORE blessings if we're not thankful for what we already have?

You're blest. I'm blest. God loves us. Let that thought sink in, and may it resound in your heart throughout your day and evening.

Quote:

Rejoice, and again, I say: Rejoice!

Blessings

Musing Day: Silence is Golden...Sometimes!

Ever been by yourself in the evening in the country, enjoying a good book, soaking in the tub,
piddling (what a word!) around with a few chores...and heard a sound?

• a dog barking?
• a tree branch creaking?
• An unexpected crash?

Silence after those, is not soothing and restful. It's loud. The silence of being alone. With the unknown.

Okay, you say. How can silence be loud?

I can't explain it. You have to experience it. I think it's more the knowledge that whatever happens (or doesn't), you're there alone. You have to depend on your smarts, your strength, yourself. You're not stupid enough to go bounding outside to see what made the noise (unless...you're already there!). Instead, you hover near a window, straining to see that ghost, that weird peeking Tom, that stranger in the night, that danger. You make sure doors are locked, windows closed, phone is handy. Then you wait. And wait. And wait.

Your imagination is going full tilt ahead. All the scary stories you're ever read, the tales you've heard, come bounding back, crying, "Aha. Aha. We are real."

Yeah, right. It's about that time, I get tired of that dreadful silence and hightail it to bed. If all the things that go bump in the night want to have a heyday, they can do it without me.

I need my rest.

Till next musing day...

Sunday Morning Peace: Worship

Worship Him

in thoughts

in words

in actions

by reading and studying his word

by praising 

by sharing his love

Many blessings!

On Passionate Writing . . .

The longest journey begins with the first step.

 

 

The first thought,

The first word,

The first line, paragraph, page, chapter.

 

 

Everything must have a beginning.

As does writing.

 

You can't write that book

until the first is written, whether it be thought, word, or line.

 

 

The inspiring thought that gripped you

into knowing you had a winner

if only you could get it down right.

 

If the words just came,

and the plateau and writing block hid from you.

 

If the kids stayed happy,

the phone stayed quiet,

the schedule stayed blank.

Yet it didn't happen that way.

 

A word here.

A line there.

Erasing. Backspacing. Editing.

 

Slow.

Painful.

 

 

Persevering and taking one struggling step at time

seemed to be your lot in the author life.

 

But it was all good,

when the first word of praise touched your ears

like warm sweet oil to an earache

like the cold, cold taste of homemade ice cream after a hot day's work,

like the hug from a dear friend who sensed your anxiety.

 

And you realized you'd written a book.

A whole book.

Completed.

Finished.

That, my friend, is passionate writing.

 

 

Blessings!

 

 

 

 

 



I've Learned . . .

some things about children . . .

• I've learned that if a child is not getting love and attention at home, he will go somewhere else to find them.
• I've learned that you shouldn't brag about one of your children in the presence of another.
• I've learned that there is nothing more precious than a baby-child-teen-companion's laugh.

• I've learned that the more a chld feels valued, the better his values will be.
• That teens really do care if a light is left on for them when coming home from a date.
• I've learned that teens must learn for themselves that the decisions they make then will have long-term consequences.

• I've learned that if you want to do something positive for your children, try to improve your marriage.
• I've learned that everyone has something to teach--even kids.
• I've learned that kids and teens like (even when they won't admit it) to see their parents being romantic with each other. (Go ahead; hold hands).

Quote:
The strength of a man consists of finding out the way God is going, and going that way. --Henry Ward Beecher


Blessings

Thoughts for Those Who Eat

Writers (wait--everyone does) need to be healthy, so . . .

• Slow down. Your stomach lies. Get that. Believe it. It's not going to starve to death in the next hour.
• Another lie the stomach is famous for is that you can eat two scoops of those mashed potatoes. Nonsense.
• Regardless of what you learned from your mother, leave something on your plate. It not only is great for reducing your food intake, but it gives you a feeling of control.
  
• Begin cutting back on fats. Try using a healthier margarine. Shop around till you find one you like. Use no-fat spray for cooking. Watch the cheeses; search for tasty, healthier ones. Eat lots of veggies and fruits.
• Drink water; lots of it. If you don't like water, flavor it with something you like--lemon juice, a dash of juice, or a blended piece of fruit.
• Make healthy smoothies. There are no rules, choose your favorites, use low-fat milk, water, or juice.

• Start exercising. If you're not used to it, start while sitting in a chair. Work your legs and arms. Then move into more as you're able.
• Walk the pet. Play with the cat. Multitask. Use your imagination while dusting, sweeping, listening to music.
• Remember: it doesn't happen in a day. Take one meal at a time. One day at a time. Don't beat yourself up. Keep at it. Take small steps. Small improvements.

And make sure you check with your doctor.

Smile.

Quote:
Happiness is a direction, not a destination.

Blessings!

An Interesting Thing . . .


What catches a writer's attention.

You all know my varied interests in writing. Of course, as I informed some of my critique friends the other day, most of my novels have a touch of suspense in them, even if they're romance. Can't help it. Love that suspense. Laugh.

But, we writers have a multitude of interests. Let me give you some examples:

Three of my critique friends novels they're working on right now:

M: contemporary, a little suspense with a lot of women's fiction in it.
S: contemporary, young adult
R: historical, mafia theme
J: contemporary with military touches (altho her real skill rests w/western historical
L: contemporary, archeological suspense
C (not me): historical, (one, a jazz, twenties period; another: civil war period)

There are so many possibilities out there that at times my mind boggles. I know--just from the top of my head--I have four stories I want to work on--or finish--not counting the series that I'm writing now. Some will take a lot of research, others not so much.

Where do we get them? Lots of places. Ideas from others. Events. Places of interest and history. Maybe a news item will spawn a thought that can be developed into a novel. An accident. A name. Or a phrase.

Thing of it is, I may run out of time before I get them all down.

I'd better get to work . . .


This is one of my favorites I've loved through the years. Quote:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. --Robert Frost


Blessings

Talking About . . .


My friend Ann sent this on to me. Makes one think.


THE 4TH OF JULY

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?

• Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.
• Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.
• Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army;
• Another had two sons captured.
• Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.

They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they?

• Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists.
• Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.

• Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.

• Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.

• Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

• At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.

• Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.

• John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.

Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't.

So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.

Remember: freedom is never free!

It's time we get the word out that patriotism is NOT a sin, and the Fourth of July has more to it than beer, picnics, and baseball games.



Hope you had a thoughtful and pleasant holiday!



Quote:
When you cease to make a contribution, you die. --Eleanor Roosevelt

Blessings

Words of Wisdom . . .



Comedian George Carlin wrote the following. It's something to think about and more than appropriate for this time of the year. Read on and ponder . . .

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever,
but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,
because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you,
because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. --george carlin

Hints:
Looks like we may a winner--winners! We'll give it a few more days to get all the answers in, since it is Thanksgiving. Then we'll announce the winners and they can look for their gifts in the mail!

Now to begin with some Christmas hints! Here's some goodies:

• Use old holiday bulbs in night lights.
• Overrun with pine cones in the yard? Save, bag up, use as a natural decor or . . . sell them: online, yard sale, flea markets!
• Add a little cinnamon mouthwash to your handsoap! Hmmm.
  

Quote:
What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace. --Agnes M. Pharo


Blessings!

Recently . . .

What's going on?

This . . .

• Deer--does and bucks and babies. Some to close to the road and some in a field. Some running, some eating and some watching.
• Fenis--the red-tailed hawk.
• Woody, our woodpecker. Did you know they bang their heads upwards to 10,000 times a day? Ouch!
• A cat flushing the toilet, fascinated with the swirling water.
• Our blind horse, frisky in the cold air, kicking her legs high.
• Leaves blowing in the wind.
• Mist on my hills and valleys.
• Love in hubby's eyes. Patience, too.
• a bountiful table of food prepared by a friend.
  

and this:

• Wind blowing in the treetops.
• Cats meowing for attention.
• Taffy growling cause she's jealous.
• Rain slashing through the air.
• A horn blowing.
• Laughter and excitement, over a phone line, from a sucessful (menteed) writer! Yeah!
• Surprise on the face of a child.
• Satisfaction on the face of a friend.
  

And . . .

• On a tape, a well-written story.
• A picture of a child I love.
• The scent of apples and oranges.
• The scent of my favorite candles.
• The words, "the end."
• Praise for a novel of mine.
• Happy emails from a friend.
• Hugs and encouragement from friends
  

Quote:
You must look into other people as well as at them. Lord Chesterfield



It'll be here before we know it. Thanksgiving, that is. Here are few hints, in case. . .
No buttermilk? Use plain yogurt or thinned sour cream or crème fraîche instead. Or add 1 tablespoon lemon juice or white vinegar to 1 cup milk and let stand 5 minutes.

No dry bread crumbs? Just get some bread, tear it up into small chunks, saute in a skillet with a little butter until browned.

No cornstarch? For every 1 tablespoon of cornstarch, use 1 tablespoon arrowroot or 1 tablespoon potato flour or potato starch or 2 1/2 tablespoons flour.


Blessings!

I Believe . . .

That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we became.

That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you sometime, and you must forgive them for that.

That just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be . . .

That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you ever see them.

That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

That money is a lousy way to keep score!

That I have a right not to like something, but never a right to be cruel.

That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to forgive yourself.

That no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

That the people you care about most in this world are taken from you much too soon.

Life is more precious than money will ever be.




Here are some more color hints to brighten up your rooms for autumn:

• Use rugs and pillows to color coordinate your room. Bright reds such as cherry, persimmon, or cranberry are great!
• Traditional neutral colors, including some new ones like sand, wheat, mustard, and stone never go out of style and blend harmoniously with most existing color schemes.
• Using a few different but coordinating colors can be a great way to add dimension to a room and highlight certain things, or even divide a room into separate areas when it's used for multiple functions.
• Experiment! Be brave. Try new colors on small sections first to see how it looks.

Quote:
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. -- Stanley Horowitz


Cloudy Day Blessings!

I've Got a Disease . . .


It's called Book Madness. (Laugh. You really thought I was serious, didn't you?)

Well, I am serious.

(This library, Celsus, was built in 135 A.D. and could house 12,000 scrolls!)

I sat in the library last night and looked. Books! Books on the shelves, books on carts. Books in hands and books on desks. Books were being talked about. Phone calls made concerning late books. books in bags and books in arms. Overloaded books and one single book. Everywhere I looked there was books!

I thought about books and how very precious they are to me. How I loved to shower my sons with books. It was never considered a waste of money to buy a book. In fact, my husband just called me (both of us traveling our own directions) and told me about a book sale in town--he'd just happened to see the sign.

So that got me to thinking about books. Here's what I came up with. (in case you haven't figured it out, I love lists!)

Fiction books
non-fiction books
adventure books
thriller books
romance books
suspense books
romantic suspense books
mystery books
cozy books
science fiction books
fantasy books
women's fiction books
historical books
period books
porno books (YUK)
picture books
kids books
travel books
advice books
craft books
school books
photography books

I'm taking a breath . . .

Career books
Bible books
Cop books
lawyer books
doctor and nurse books
psyciatric books
encyclopedias
online books
e-books
research books
map books
geneology books

And . . .

books for dummies
books for smarties
books for men
women
kids
teens
books to help me be good, lose weight, go to heaven, learn a new career, get a GED, research the past. Books to teach me how to learn a trade, file my taxes, write a book.

books to make me think, cry, laugh, get disgusted, write a letter, be encouraged or discouraged. Books that make me want to go on . . . or quit.

books I love, hate, will never read again, keep.
books that I recommend or warn about.

and someday . . . my books will be there. Waiting on someone to read, love, cry, and be encouraged. I hope.

Here's a treat for an early Saturday or Sunday breakfast. Great in the fall!

Pumpkin Waffles (or pancakes!)

Makes 4 waffles

Ingredients:

• 1 1/2 cups cooked pumpkin, either canned or prepared yourself (you can substitute sweet potatoes, yams, or squash
• 1 tablespoon melted butter
• 2 eggs, lightly beaten
• 1 1/2 cups milk
• 1 cup whole wheat flour
• 2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
• 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/4 cup chopped, toasted pecans (optional but highly recommended)

Start heating your waffle iron. Mix together the pumpkin, butter, egg, and milk in one bowl and the flour, baking powder, spices, pecans, and salt in another bowl. Pour the dry ingredients over the wet ingredients and stir everything just until smooth. Avoid overbeating.

When the waffle iron is hot, spray both top and bottom grids with cooking spray to keep the waffles from clinging to the iron. Add about 3/4 cup of the batter to the center of the iron. The exact amount will vary depending on the style and manufacturer of your waffle iron, so check the instructions. Close the iron and cook until done, 3-4 minutes or until the waffles stop producing steam. Serve the waffle immediately or place in a warmed oven to keep hot.

These waffles are best served hot with real maple syrup and maybe a sprinkling of more chopped nuts.

I love this quote:
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.
-- Carol Bishop Hipps




Warm autumn blessings!

Life Began in a Garden

That depends.

I like the saying. It's a beautiful thought and all of us who love gardens like it.

I suppose somewhere between the hateful time of picking green beans and growing up, I learned to love creating a garden. I like designing it: colors, styles, the challenges.

I'm changing some things this year. I have one huge garden that takes in my garden pond. It's laid out in sections and for several years I've gone with the "wild" look, but this year I'm craving a more uniform look--in parts of it. I'm pleased with the results so far.

What are gardens good for?

• Forgetting your troubles: "You can bury a lot troubles digging in the dirt." -- Author Unknown

• Finding cures for what ails you. "The garden is the poor man's apothecary." --German Proverb

• To write about yourself. "Gardens are a form of autobiography." --Sydney Eddison

• Keeps you smiling. "There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling." --Mirabel Osler

• You can find God in a garden. "The best place to seek God is in a garden." --George Bernard Shaw

• Exercise! "Half the interest of a garden is the constant exercise of the imagination." --Mrs. C.W. Earle

• Humbles you! "There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder." --Alfred Austin

What do you think about the following looks?

Do you toy with the idea of a simple Japanese style?

Or would you prefer a
more formal one?

Are you fun-loving and like unique things?

Are you busy and don't have time for a lot of planning?
Rather toss the seeds and see what happens?


God met Adam in a garden.
Many poets and writers get their inspiration while in a garden.
Proposals of marriage and business have taken place in gardens.
Jesus prayed in a garden.
Peter savagely came to his Master's rescue in a garden.
Famous painters used gardens for their themes.
Children have had (in stories & real life) many adventures in gardens.
Gardens provide nurture to the spirit.

Brave enough for a garden? Just remember: it's addictive!
"Gardening is a kind of disease. It infects you, you cannot escape it. When you go visiting, your eyes rove about the garden; you interrupt the seriousness of your life because of an irresistable impulse to get up and pull a weed." --Lewis Gannit

And . . .
"It is utterly forbidden to be half-hearted about gardening. You have got to love your garden whether you like it or not." --W.C. Sellar & R.J. Yeatman

May I (innocently, with a sly smile) encourage you to begin gardening today?




A Tuesday trivia question: What do the balas ruby, the Bohemian ruby, the Siberian ruby, the American ruby, Cape ruby, Montana ruby, and Rocky Mountain have in common?




I walked through an "overabundance" store yesterday. I can't resist these stores, cause many times (not always) you can find bargains on nice things that would normally cost you lots more. There was tons of wall paper, which made me think of what to do with ONE roll of wallpaper. Maybe you wonder about that, too? If you do, here's some ideas:

• Make bookmarks and place mats: cut to size, cover front and back with clear contact paper allowing 1/4 inch margins on all sides.

• Cover notebooks, scrapbooks and boxes.

• Make note cards.

• Cover light switches and electrical sockets.

Maybe . . . more tomorrow. Smile.



ANNOUNCEMENTS:

Trivia fact about Teresa Slack (her interview's Friday, June 8!):

Her first full length story was a horror one called
"Summer of the Dead"
when she was in the seventh grade.
She killed off the heroine on the last page!


Don't forget to check this blog next week!
A contest in honor of Father's!

Quote:
God made rainy days so gardeners could get the housework done. --Author unknown


Blessings.