Third novel (And It Came To Pass) out, is well-received, am pleased. My dad actually started reading it and mentioned specifically how "shocked" he was that I got how guys act with each other (specifically the missionaries joshing around, etc.). I blinked a bit, then responded, "It's almost like it's my job to make things realistic on the page." What I SHOULD have said was, "Weird how I, a mere woman, could accurately portray men on a page but most male writers cannot." Anyway, I bet he stops when it gets to the romance. BUT THAT IS A-OKAY. FIRST FAMILY MEMBER TO ATTEMPT TO READ ANYTHING I'VE PUBLISHED.

It got all the way to #80 on Amazon's Romance bestsellers list and sold out of the initial order they placed with my publisher, which is very awesome! It's still on sale at Amazon (as in, 23% off cover price) with free Prime shipping, if you're interested. Orrrrrrrr: ask your local library to get a copy, saving you money and helping me in turn! NICE. (You can also get it from Target, iBooks, Indiebound, Book Depository, etc etc.)

I'm running a series of blog posts over the next week and change about my Mormon family, romance, and other things, for those interested. Today it's about my grandma (who I've mentioned before back on LJ) who was forced to "eternally divorce" her One True Love, my bio-grandad who died when my father was 9 months old, in order to be temple-sealed to her second husband. Ultimately it's about why romance matters, because it does. I get really tooth-grindy when people roll their eyes at the genre. Is there garbage in the genre? Of course! There is in ALL genres. But there seems to be a particularly misogynistic flavor to the derision of romance novels. Read on here.

And lastly, who's got two thumbs and was hired this week by some Buddhist monks to prepare the temple gardens for a visit from the Dalai Lama in September? THIS GAL. 



So my sister (many of y'all know her as [ profile] dampersnspoons) has been crafting a skin care line made of purely organic materials and beta testing them on me and a few other folks. And they are AMAZING. She's finally opening her Etsy shop with a few of the items on her product line, with more coming.

Organic. Hand made. Smells FREAKING AMAZING (and not overly perfumey or flowery). And I have baby-soft skin, let me tell you. I love the serum most of all, and can't say enough good things about it. (Gorl, I put that bidness on my chest bidness to keep the ladies at attention, and seriously, this stuff is wonderful.)

Reasonably priced, comparable to Origins Plantscriptions (of which I was a 7 year devotee) without the high price. Holidays are coming up and these would make amazing stocking stuffers/gifts/bribes/IDK your life, you decide.

This post brought to you by the miracle of me having a 20 minute break while someone takes a nap. :)

Wine rec

Jul. 31st, 2013 07:58 pm
After a loooooong (but incredibly productive) day, I am treating myself to a fine bottle of wine. Not a fine bottle, because it's Wednesday, but hey. This one is pretty terrific.

Very full bodied, almost spicy. No oakiness (you can always count on any rec of mine to NOT have a sweet, vanilla finish - which is what "oak" means) and so damn sippable, it should be fined. Or I could just let go and let Jesus. Because it's wonderful. It's a bit like Darioush, if you've ever had that? And considering that Darioush is $90 a bottle and this is about $35, not too shabby. It's a special release, so there aren't many bottles available. I bought one on a whim (I like the region) and will be going back to add a few bottles to my wine cellar (aka, the wine fridge. Cellar sounds nicer.) :D

I've had their Inkblot Cabernet Franc, as well, and quite liked it. I like this one better.

And if your ears were burning today, it may be because I shared the Coin Project story with my son's therapist/medical team. They all were amazed at the generous nature of online friends. I, of course, was not surprised. *beams* That was a real bright spot in a very dark time for my boy, and we all got a bit emotional at how lovely people can be to a complete stranger.

CHEERS! *clinks glass with you*
My daughter and I have been arguing about something (in a good natured way) for a while, now, and I realized I can ask my flist, since so many of you are Brits (or Brit adjacent).


*not in the slightest, and if you take this seriously to the point of believing this is an actual academic poll, I am going to laugh at you. Because I am an idiot, come on, now.

[Poll #1916248]

Also, it is said daughter's 16th birthday today, and she's awesome, and I love her a whole bunch. And she has a big surprise waiting for her when she comes home from school. MOPPING! I'm kidding. A BABY! No, that's not it, either. THE BOOT! 16 is old enough to be on her own, amirite?

I have all day to be goofy, and I'm happy about that. Also, I had to get ranty in my Tumblr this morning, something I never do, but it's important. And no one cares, I know, but I do, and I feel responsible for this topic (hoarders) and yeah.

BACK TO MY CUP OF TEA. Sans milk. (OMG, the MiL is coming over today and I'm on my "no booze" week and that might need to change.)
I finally found someone that I felt I could trust to repair some precious family heirlooms and got sucked down a hole of genealogy today. :)

GIANT pics under the cut and old school Mormon family ramblings )
They're not Stradivarius, but they're my family's legacy. <3
I wrote this two weeks ago when I came home to find that all hell had broken loose in my family, wanting to find a way to publish it, to get people to THINK about how they treat each other and the lessons they inadvertently teach others, and decided that our situation is dire enough here that I just really need people to think NOW and can't wait for an editor to decide this works for them. I posted this to my FB yesterday and it went "viral" among my friends and their friends. I don't think that's really the definition of the term, but it's nice that people want to share this. :)

And I want you to share this through links. Please link people here to my blog instead of reposting this elsewhere, if you do. I feel that having a concentrated group of comments for kids like my son to read through and know that people CARE will do wonders for them. (And if you know me in RL, please - I beg of you - do not share anything personal like where I actually live or my child's name. We have had people stalking our house to the point where my husband called the police.)

Thank you. It's a little long, but I mean every word of it. (And if you've ever called someone the names I've referred to in this article, or hurt someone, I want you to look at my icon. That's my son. That precious little thing has had all of this ugliness thrown at him.)

Warning: Frank talk of homophobia, suicide attempts, and bullying.

Tolerance doesn't mean what you think it means. )


Aug. 27th, 2012 06:07 pm
What my son has eaten today. TODAY. (He's 16)

  • half a jar of peanut butter
  • almost an entire loaf of wheat bread (minus one piece)
  • one pound of blueberries
  • two balls of frozen cookie dough
  • half a gallon jug of milk
  • a handful of raspberries
  • half a pound bag of sugar snap peas

...did I mention that this is in the past three hours? (He ate a whole box of cereal and gallon of milk for breakfast and I have no clue what he ate for lunch at school.) And he just asked me when dinner is going to be ready. Also, my son looks like Mike Teevee after being put on the taffy pull - skin and bones and pushing 6 feet. Seriously, if we could bottle this metabolism, WORLD DOMINATION. Or you know, murdered in the middle of the night by drug companies.

HEY! TEEN WOLF IS UP AT HDJM! S01E02. ALSO: TRUE BLOOD: the finale-ing! SURELY I have Breaking Bad peeps here. I've not seen it yet, but I understand that it was an OH MY GOD episode. Dexter is also there, and Dr. Who returns tomorrow!
with amazement. For those that don't know, I have a sister that has "severe" autism. She doesn't really speak, maybe four words. She's had a series of strokes and seizures over the past year that have taken almost all of the words she'd worked on over the past several years. My step-mother is constantly looking for new ways to keep her engaged and hopeful.

Enter Hacking Autism. If you can watch the one mother saying her child spoke to her for the first time in 15 years and not burst into tears, you are stronger than me.

Click on the left side where it says APPS. These are designed to help unlock language in people with autism. My sister understands everything we say to her. She simply cannot talk to us. The reason why is the mystery (and maddening frustration) of autism.

If this can help anyone you know, you should send it along. It's always a good idea to put more tools in your belt, you know?
I'm going through my family's records (and I can't tell you how freaking thrilling it is to find old journal entries from my g-g-g-grandfather detailing his immigration to the US and then his emigration to Utah - JOURNALS ARE NEAT-O) and just found a very interesting and no doubt intentional series of blanks in the 1870 and 1880 Census records.

No wife listed officially, even though his first wife had been dutifully recorded (Emma, age --, born in England, keeping house) for the two censuses prior.

Then, the 1890 census show Emma again, but then there's this lady (Martha, 55) that turns up. And the next census (these are official census records, btw) have Emma missing. She's not dead at this time. This is also the period when Thomas went to jail for being a polygamist. They paid $100 to get him out, and he wrote that he served his time for The Lord. but when Utah was trying to pretend they weren't polygamous anymore (1890s) both wives are back on the census. (I need to borrow my dad's church ID # so I can check all of the SOOPER SEKRIT temple records for the evidence I need to show the polygamous marriage records, though.)

IDK, I just think it's interesting. I do love Emma's final dig at the situation in death, though. She got her proper place in death, if not in the house )

And fellow ExMos (or Mos) will get a kick out of this: I found his temple record of getting his "Second Calling." Meaning, no matter what, he gets his own planet. My religion passed out WORLDS, what did yours pass out, Watchtowers and WWJD bracelets? PFFT.
My son's entire reputation at school has changed as a result of this birthday, I'm not even joking. A huge part of it is due to the coin project. But I'm one of those mothers, so let me start from the beginning. Heh.

First, the earth cooled, and then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat so they died and turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes Benzes. And Prince Charles started wearing all of Lady Di's clothes, I couldn't believe it! )

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
I've talked about my youngest sister before, but for those of you who are new, my youngest sister (21 years old) has autism. I'm talking old school, Rainman is more communicative autism. She has about 10 words that she uses, and she only uses them for about three people. Okay, you're caught up. :D

She can be very funny, as detailed here, in this lovely holiday tale. )

I wanted to be sure and post about this to not just remember it for posterity, but to make a point about how normal it is for the residents of Mormonville to ignore your kids while they run all over the place. Like, say, to Italy to save their sparklepire. TO BE CONTINUED.... (after I get #3 off to school and get a mini-run in this morning.)
In honor of my grandmother, who passed away this weekend. This is the best way I know to celebrate her, with the two of us together, being goofy. (That's a roll in my mouth for teeth.)

I see this and I can hear her raspy smoker's laugh. <3
By "that" I mean the gauntlet thrown down by my son. Guess who just walked in the door with a copy of Breaking Dawn? My son. "I know you said I couldn't read this, but there's nothing you can do about it, now."

Oh, re-hee-heeeaaally? I walked off, hands on hips, sucking in air, trying to calm myself. Then I smiled. Mine is an evil smile.

"Fine. Your punishment for openly defying me and being a jerk about it is that you will read the book. All of it. Cover to cover. And believe me, you're going to want to stop. But I'm not going to let you. And there will be a quiz when you're done."

I walked off laughing, he sat there, stunned, the tiniest of lip quivers forming.

Score one for this mama.
But this deserves its own post. Some of you know my sister has autism. We're talking old-school, rocking, inability to speak, will need a caregiver her whole life autism. (She's made HUGE improvements. Nonetheless. Constant supervision.) Side note: I hate the phrase "rocking like an autistic child." Hate. If that's a part of your every day vernacular, you might want to rethink that. [/sidetrack]

In regards to Michael Savage, a true moron with a complete lack of intelligence, I have this to say: You, sir, are an idiot.

If you want to combat stupidity like this (and have one of the best experiences of your LIFE while doing so), may I suggest finding a local Special Olympics and volunteering your time? I can guarantee that you will come back from that happier than you've felt in a long time, and with a new respect for the hardship that parents of a child with a mental disability (and physical, I don't mean to count that out, either) face every day. And then see that all that hard work makes some truly amazing human beings in the end. (And I'm not talking about the athletes. *G*)

You won't regret it, I promise. And may I say that my sister happens to be a three-time NATIONAL champion soccer goalie and freestyle swimmer? Because we're pretty damn proud of her gold medals. And now I'm tearing up, but in the best way possible. <3 (Sunday was the FORTIETH anniversary for the Special Olympics. Pretty awesome.)
So, a funny thing happened on the way to the forum vet. I chose to get Sally Von Schtupp's heartworm preventative from the SPCA instead of our vet, because it is tres cheap there. *cough* It is impossible for me to go to a shelter and not want to bring home all the babies. For the record, I did not adopt all the babies. However.... )
  • Well, just put something on. You can't go to school naked. *whine stomp stomp* FINE. Do what you want.
  • Look, homework is just a teacher's way of keeping you busy. Overall, it doesn't really matter.
  • Yes, Kendall came come over, just don't go near mom - she's gross and germy.
  • Are you ever going to scoop the cat box? *12 year old boy response, unheard* Well, no Xbox until it's done. *no sound of scooping, sound of Xbox turning on* *smell of cat box filtering through the stuffed nostrils of mom*
  • Whooooo! *sounds of Mr. Stoney playing Xbox with 12 year old*
  • Just... dig something out of the laundry. But it's not clean! Eh, no one in elementary school notices that stuff.

I swear to god, Emily had a ZIP-LOC BAG of NUTELLA for her lunch today. And a sleeve of crackers. I GUESS I'M NOT SICK ANYMORE. (And I almost think she scooped the Nutella with her hand. There's no dirty spoon in the sink. *cries*)

On the bright side, the Mister did reach a new level on Call of Duty 4. So. There's something. O_O
Today is my sister's birthday! We're going to have lunch, go shopping, talk about stupid people, laugh and share. Possibly look at each other and have feelings of joy and contentment. (Beth? I totally get an extra thirty sarcasm points for this post, which means I'm ahead of you.) I love love LOVE my sister, she's funny, pretty, enjoyable, s-m-r-t, and laughs at my jokes. What's not to love?

But we have a dark family secret, one I've only hinted at in my LJ. And it's time to be open and honest about everything. We're adults now, after all. So... Beth?

Hahahaha. (Um, for the possibly sarcastic/inappropriate humor challenged, no, she isn't.) HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BETH.

this post brought to you by the Could Use a Good Day Foundation, a division of Things Have Been Stressful, WTF.
Yay for this week zooming by, holy smokes. I'm worn out, and still have loads to get done today. Something that is making me VERY happy is that I found (like how Born Agains find Jesus - he wasn't missing, you just didn't know about it) Elizabeth Fraser. Who is Elizabeth Fraser you might be asking? She's the lead singer of The Cocteau Twins, one of my most favorite "unplug from life and float on a cloud" bands of all time. She sounds like she's singing in another language - my sister and I used to think/speculate that they were Finnish, or something. She just mangles her words on purpose, and it's amazing how you can CARE about what she's saying without having a damn clue as to what she's saying. :D

She has done some songs with Massive Attack, with Peter Gabriel (!!) and was the UNCREDITED SINGER on the Lord Of The Rings soundtracks, esp. Isengard Unleashed. AWESOME! (I'm listening to the song with Peter Gabriel and... it doesn't sound like him, but it's from his CD. Huh. It's pleasant, if not a bit too twee/folk festival for me.) Have at it, if you like it. And if someone could send over some lunch, that would be great. I'm starving! (Not literally. Figuratively. Hee!)

Cherry Coloured Funk - Cocteau Twins
Pitch The Baby - Cocteau Twins
Silent Spring - Massive Attack w/ Elizabeth Fraser
Downside Up - Peter Gabriel (?) and Elizabeth Fraser
Claire de Lune - Debussy (I put this in because when my cousin was here last week, she was approving the piano my father made her - you read that right *is proud* and she sat down after touching the beautiful rosewood and played this song flawlessly. Not only is this a beautiful piece of music, it was wonderful to hear it played so well on an instrument my father made with his hands.)

HAVE EXCELLENT WEEKENDS. I'm off in search of FOOD, zomg. (And I'll have to zip up Isengard Unleashed for those wanting it, as it's too large for's free account size.)


Jul. 13th, 2007 03:20 pm
First, happiest of birthdays to one of my favorite red heads, [ profile] floweringjudas! I'm so glad to hear that things are going better in your life. <3 <3 <3 And another happy birthday goes to the ADORABLE [ profile] neverneverfic! Two girls I've met in person, and both just as lovely.

Now, a most important question about YOU and YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER. zomg POLL OF IMPORTANCE!!! )
I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here! I like them cocky but leggy ones, black whitey Dominicans... Anyone? No? Nelly, Peed Iddy? (A-Listers: I'm bringing Donatella Versace back, because have you SEEN HER CANKLES??) Uh, off topic. Ahem.

Good morning!! Happy Monday! I'm in a TERRIFIC mood, enough to send you sprinklings of joy in case you have a Case of the Mondays. I'm waaaaaaay behind on responding to some awesome feedback I got for my Pickles the Drummer as a teen rent-boy story (dude, that is like, the nicest fb EVER there.) and various other things, but I'm SO HAPPY TODAY!! I can barely sit still. So, why so happy? So filled with joy? WELL LET ME TELL YOU.

Behind a cut, because I'm all shades of thoughtful. Except the grey shade. Maybe charteuse, as well )

Oh, and I forgot to wish [ profile] dancetomato a happy birthday!! DT, if I had it together, I would have written you a story based on THIS IMAGE. Including a bj with teeth raking down his taut belly and weetiny treasure trail and all sorts of wrongness. Wrongness that is RIGHTNESS, am I right? Sure I am. Hahaha! Instead, I will just send you hope for continued health and happiness. *massive, bone creaking squishes*

The wind is picking up outside, so I need to get a move on so I can keep my good mood. I want to READ today. What are you reading? HOW ARE ALL OF YOU? Do tell! *props chin on fists, beaming*

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