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  • write to my grandmother every six weeks or so
  • call my moms every month or so
  • cook/eat better
  • clean out and organize my writng/craft room
  • re-institute the cleaning plan
  • publish six books by September 2017
  • reach 120 to 125 pounds
  • walk the dog three times a week

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Friday, April 23, 2010

A time for boating...

Hot dang, I wish I were on the lake in the boat!

It is a gorgeous day here in North Texas. It is 81* degrees here. Perfect boating weather, I might add.

I wish I had a picture handy, but I don't.
Thursday, April 15, 2010

Time for sadness

My mother-in-law's sister, Bev, died a few days ago. She'd been fighting lung cancer for the past year or so along with several maladies.

It was somewhat of a surprise in-so-far as she'd been making plans with her grand kids for the summer, so it seemed like she was feeling all right.

I'm not sure of any particulars at the moment like how she died or when the funeral is, but my mother-in-law is obviously grieving the loss of her sister.

Bev and her family lived in California so the kids and I won't be attending. Not sure about hubby, at the moment, though. He may go for his mom.
Thursday, April 8, 2010

Oh, dear...not again...

When will the girls in my family learn?

I got a call from my youngest sister on Tuesday. Which is rare enough, but she's very random that way. As soon as I heard her voice, nervous, scared, worried (all shades of the same thing, I realize), I knew.

She's pregnant. About seven weeks. Due on--of all days--the (first) anniversary of our daddy's death.

Oh, boy.

So what the problem you might ask? My mom knows, but I'll share with the rest of you (two) readers...

I had my first baby three months short of my twentieth birthday. Not so bad, but I really shouldn't have been having a kid at that point. Not married, no job, living at home, going to community college. My daughter's father stepped up and we moved in together and he supported us. I didn't finish school. Anyway, not the point.

My oldest younger sister got pregnant in high school. Had her first daughter in January of her senior year. To her credit she did graduate. But she didn't learn what caused it and was the mother of four (all girls) by age twenty-three.

Now our youngest sister will be twenty in July. Not so bad, but let's see...baby of four kids (five if you count me as the much older half-sister), immature, living at home. Granted, she has a job and is attending school, but still...

Sigh...

I hope and pray the cycle breaks with my own daughters, as well as my sister's girls. My girls are 22- and 20-years-old. So far, so good. Every week, month, year is a milestone. I've told them both again, begged them both to take precautions. I don't want grand kids. The oldest doesn't seem interested in having kids, although my younger daughter does. She told me last night she wasn't having kids without a husband. I hope that holds true.

So back to this new baby...I don't want it to be a boy. For selfish reasons, really. Petty reasons. I don't want her naming the kid after Dad. But I don't want it to be a girl because...well, yeah...
Monday, April 5, 2010

It's that time of year...

Spring

Spring is okay. Not my favorite season of the year, but I do enjoy watching the grass turn green, the leaves bud, the flowers bloom. I enjoy that I don't have to run the heat any longer, and I can enjoy a month or two of low electricity costs.

I don't enjoy the rain--well, I enjoy the rain--what I don't enjoy is the warm/cold/humid/warm/cold/humid roller coaster that is Texas spring weather. It wreaks havoc on my poor knees.

I don't enjoy the mud that comes from all the rain that my big dogs are determined to bring into the house.

I don't enjoy the sticking doors from the humidity. I don't enjoy my kids whining that it's hot when really it's just humid and how many times do I have to tell them it's *NOT* hot, it's just humid and to go take some clothes off because I am *NOT* turning on the A/C just yet.

I'm really not crabby, it just seems like it. ;)

On the other hand, I went to the library on Saturday and found a series of books featuring men in uniform--my very favorite kind of hero. And these guys are hot, hot, hot!

Read any good books lately?

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Jen's Glossary of Terms

  • DH = my husband
  • my Brown Eyed Girl = my oldest daughter
  • DD = my Darling Daughter (the younger one)
  • Sonshine or Marching Band Boy = my son
  • NT = the North Texas chapter of RWA
  • RWA = Romance Writers of America