Confession Of A Mom

Well, it happened. My mom warned me it would happen someday. I just smiled and nodded. I can’t remember exactly what I thought at the time, but I don’t think I really believed her. Then it happened, and all I could do was laugh.

I was trying to pack for our road trip to my uncle’s funeral. Tigger was helping me by feeding our dog. He dumped the food in the bowl and handed me the scoop. On my way out of the room he asked me if he could do something. I didn’t fully process what he asked but I said yes anyway. (Go ahead and laugh. I’m sure you can see what’s coming.)

By the time I came back into the front room, (Now we don’t always feed our dog inside, however, she doesn’t always decided to eat breakfast and we have a turtle that will devour her food and she goes nuts. Hence why we’ve been feeding her inside as of late.) Tigger had his tracker full of dog food and had dumped it in piles all over the front room. I walked in while he was rolling his tracker over the piles spreading it our even more and crushing it in the process.

My mom’s voice came into my head and as I said, all I could do was laugh. Even now as I think of it I smile. I’ve thought of that over the past several days, and don’t ask me how my brain linked it to this next experience, but it did.

On the road trip, Hubby drove most of the way. I found myself nervous during some parts of the trip. It’s not that I don’t trust Hubby, I do, but I would grab the door, my foot would push down on the nonexistent brake, and I bit my tongue trying not to tell him where he needed to be. For me, that’s a common occurrence whenever he drives. I’m learning though. He’s a good driver. I know he is, but I still tense up.

With a total of thirty hours in the car, I had plenty of time to ponder this issue of mine. I realized that I react that way because I’m not in control. Hubby doesn’t drive the way I do. For one who likes or prefers to be in control, especially in driving, that a hard thing to give up. In fact, for a long time I’ve read a book while he’s driven just so I don’t get so nervous

Now this next conclusion may seem a little out there, but I truly believe that it is related. As much as I say I trust Hubby, in that area (driving) I don’t fully trust him. That’s another hard thing to admit. Since I’ve actually made that connection—giving up control and trust—I’ve had an easier time in the car with him. Because in reality, I trust Hubby with my life. In order for me to truly embrace the gravity of that statement, I need to trust him while he’s driving, or in other words give up my control.

It’s the same way with The Lord. We have to fully trust that he has a plan for each and everyone of us. Whether or not we understand it or want to find the reason for things we need to trust that He knows what’s best. It’s whether or not that we trust that He knows best. It’s not an easy thing, especially when things don’t go the way we think or would like them to go. So the big question is, am I willing to let go of the control and trust that The Lord loves me, is guiding me, and knows what’s best for me? It's something I'm continually working on.

BLACKMOORE by Julianne Donaldson--book review

BLACKMOORE by Julianne Donaldson. This proper romance was a delightful read. Kate's character was easy to emphasize with, and Julianne did a fabulous job of drawing the reader into the setting. I felt like I was walking with Kate through Blackmoore and all her troubles. I enjoyed it from the beginning to the end, although the ending left me wanting more. It is a clean read that any romantic at heart would love.

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Kate Worthington knows her heart and she knows she will never marry. Her plan is to travel to India instead—if only to find peace for her restless spirit and to escape the family she abhors. But Kate’s meddlesome mother has other plans. She makes a bargain with Kate: India, yes, but only after Kate has secured—and rejected—three marriage proposals.

Kate journeys to the stately manor of Blackmoore determined to fulfill her end of the bargain and enlists the help of her dearest childhood friend, Henry Delafield. But when it comes to matters of love, bargains are meaningless and plans are changeable. There on the wild lands of Blackmoore, Kate must face the truth that has kept her heart captive. Will the proposal she is determined to reject actually be the one thing that will set her heart free?

Set in Northern England in 1820, Blackmoore is a Regency romance of a young woman struggling to learn to follow her heart with a delicious must-read twist.

*Cover and back cover blurb taken from author's website. Publisher provided a copy, but it didn't effect my review.

MY OWN MR. DARCY by Karey White--Book Blast

My Own Mr. Darcy by Karey White. This sounds fun! Stay tuned for my review.

After being dragged to the 2005 movie Pride and Prejudice by her mother, sixteen-year-old Elizabeth’s life changes when Matthew Macfadyen’s Mr. Darcy appears on the screen. Lizzie falls hard and makes a promise to herself that she will settle for nothing less than her own Mr. Darcy. This ill-advised pledge threatens to ruin any chance of finding true love. During the six intervening years, she has refused to give any interested suitors a chance. They weren’t Mr. Darcy enough. Coerced by her roommate, Elizabeth agrees to give the next interested guy ten dates before she dumps him. That guy is Chad, a kind and thoughtful science teacher and swim coach. While she’s dating Chad, her dream comes true in the form of a wealthy bookstore owner named Matt Dawson, who looks and acts like her Mr. Darcy. Of course she has to follow her dream. But as Elizabeth simultaneously dates a regular guy and the dazzling Mr. Dawson, she’s forced to re-evaluate what it was she loved about Mr. Darcy in the first place.

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JANITORS 3: CURSE OF THE BROOMSTAFF by Tyler Whitesides--Book Review

JANITORS 3: CURSE OF THE BROOMSTAFF by Tyler Whitesides. I have really enjoyed this series. It's been such a fun read, and the idea is so creative. Toxites sucking on kids brain waves. I love it! The adventure keeps getting better and better with each book, and this one is no exception. I never would have imagined that a landfill could hold so many secrets. I would highly recommend this book to anyone of all ages who love a good, fun book. Check out my reviews for Book 1 & Book 2.

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A secret society of Janitors with wizard-like powers continue their battle, and now, the stakes are even higher. The Bureau of Educational Maintenance is after Alan Zumbro and this time they mean business, deadly business. Spencer, Daisy, and their little team of rebels must find the source of all magical Glop and destroy it before it can destroy the world as we know it. No small task with the BEM and their monster toxites at their heels. It s a wild and dangerous ride as they follow the trail of clues all the way to the hiding place of the mysterious aurans: guardians of a secret landfill. What they discover there will change the way Spencer sees himself, not to mention the fate of the rebels.

Confessions Of A Mom

Death. Died. Lost. Loss.

I’ve decided I don’t like those words, yet it seems to be a knee-jerk reaction in a ways in talking in talking about someone who has passed away. We’ll say something like, “When we lost so and so to cancer.” Or “So and so died yesterday.” Or “The world has lost a great person.” Or someone will say, “I’m sorry for your loss.” I know it’s not a big deal and no one means anything by it, but for some reason it’s bothered me lately.

Death seems so harsh for some reason. So final. I don’t like to think of it in those terms. Lion didn’t die, he passed away. I know, it’s the same thing, but to me it’s a softer way of saying it.

Then you get into the whole Lost/Loss thing. Again, I don’t like to think of Lion as lost. I didn’t lose my son. I know where he is. And he isn’t lost.

So I pulled up the old dictionary with the intent of sharing the definition. Well, I learned something. Lost means pretty much what I thought it did.

• unable to find something
• unable to find one’s way
• saying something has been taken away and cant be recovered
• having perished or been destroyed
• being defeated

I still don’t like that word.

Now, loss on the other hand didn’t mean exactly what I thought it did.

• the state of feeling of grief when deprived of someone or something of value
• a person or thing that is badly missed when lost (there’s that word again.)

The statement, “I’m sorry for your loss,” makes a little more sense now. When a loved one passes away there is a great sense of loss. They will be truly missed and those left behind usually grieve. That makes sense. So, that word’s not so bad. :)

I guess the whole reason this has been at the forefront of my mind is my uncle passed away. Although it was expected, it hit me harder than I thought it would. Then as word has spread, lost and loss have come up again. That’s what prompted my little “research” into those two words and I thought I’d share.

So that’s my little insight that may mean nothing to anyone else, but it has helped me. For all of you out there who have had a loved one pass away or an animal or anything precious to them, I am truly sorry for your loss and my prayers are with you.

DISEMBLANCE by Shanae Branham--Book Review

DISEMBLANCE by Shanae Branham. This book was a very interesting read. I enjoyed the characters and the concept. It's full of unexpected twists and turns that kept me wanting to turn the page. I would recommend it for just about anyone.

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Jason Tanner’s life has always been different from the ordinary citizen’s. It started when he was an infant and his parents were only teenagers. A computer science prodigy, Lloyd attended MIT but left a pariah in the eyes of the school’s dean—but a computer physics genius in the eyes of his primary investor. Then his theories and ideas created a holographic machine and their world shrunk as contact with the outside world became less and less frequent. A computer prodigy now himself, Jason is about to learn that the world never waits for you if you have the ability to change it: it will come for you. Detective Bruce Durante has been handed the case of the Comfort Killer, a serial killer so named because he appears to abduct terminally ill patients before returning their corpses to their families in refrigerated coffins. When he picks up the trail, it leads straight to the home of Lloyd Tanner. Jason has been living life through the world of Lloyd’s invention and wishing he could carry on a relationship with Boston, the beautiful girl next door. When his father is murdered and framed as the Comfort Killer, he is brought back to reality in a hurry. He is forced to destroy all of the planted evidence—and finds he is being targeted as the killer’s new fall guy. But the secrets of his father’s invention run deep and Jason, his brother Isaac,Boston, the Comfort Killer, and Detective Durante hurtle towards one another on a deadly collision course that leaves everyone’s life hanging in the balance.

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Jason lunged, grasping the barrel of the gun with both hands. The large man countered, wrenching it back. Jason yanked, but his attacker would not let go. The gun jerked violently between the two aggressors, twisting back and forth as they struggled for control until—bang!

Jason released his grip. The large man gulped hard and stepped back. Jason felt his knees buckle, and he dropped to the ground. His shirt sagged with blood, his head light. He glanced at Boston. She was screaming and struggling to get free of the ropes that bound her so she could get to him.

“Riggs! What’d you do?” the small man yelled angrily as he sat up rubbing his head. “Paden’s gonna kill you.”

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MIDNIGHT MASQUERADE by Marcia Lynn McClure--Book Buzzin'

Midnight Masquerade Stavos Voronin was not as blind-eyed as many nobles and royals. Evony’s physical gestures—even the simplest movement of her hands—revealed that she had not always been destitute. The same was true of the children—of their polished manners and the boy’s knowledge of horses and tendency to be bold and fearless of strangers. Ah yes, Stavos enjoyed a good mystery. After all, interest in the inexplicable circumstances surrounding the royals of Abawyth was the very thing that had lured him to the kingdom—the enigma of Abawyth’s twelve sleepy princesses. And yet now—now his mind was all the more intrigued. Not only was the obscurity of what had caused the profound and baffling torpidity of Abawyth’s princesses laid out before him, but also he found his curiosity intensely piqued over the riddle surrounding the very lovely Evony and her siblings. As Stavos strode through the village resting on the outskirts of Abawyth Castle, his mind reeled with possibilities. His musings were drawn back to why he had come to Abawyth at all—to solve the conundrum surrounding the twelve beautiful princesses of Abawyth kingdom—to solve the seemingly impenetrable crux and thereby win the hand of one of Abawyth’s princesses, as his father, King Letholdus of Ethiarien, had commanded.

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She was tired—oh so very, very tired. Never—not in all her life—had Evony Elorietta known such thoroughgoing fatigue. As she trudged out of the dark woods still veiled in the shadows of early sunrise, out across the expanse of cold, dew-drenched grass and onto the main road of the village, Evony wondered how she would ever endure a day that was only just beginning. Every bone in her body ached—every muscle throbbed in misery, every inch of her flesh begged for respite. Yet there would be none—at least not until she had finished her stitching—finished the near thirteen hours of sewing she now faced under the ever observant, incessantly critical eye of seamstress Agnes Teche.

After such a long, chilled, and sleepless night spent in watching—peering through the darkness and into the rooms of the inn in the woods, until her eyes were too dry to watch any longer—after listening to the shallow, often vile conversations, until her ears hurt from the foul ferment of it—Evony dreaded sewing for Mrs. Teche more than ever before. The woman was a banshee of an employer. And yet, she was grateful Mrs. Teche had had the keen eye to recognize Evony’s superior skills with needle and thread—for how else would Evony have managed to feed Mikol and Tressa—to shelter them—to keep them hidden?

  Author Marcia Lynn McClure Marcia Lynn McClure’s intoxicating succession of novels, novellas, and e-books, has established her as one of the most favored and engaging authors of true romance. Her unprecedented forte in weaving captivating stories of western, medieval, regency, and contemporary amour void of brusque intimacy has earned her the title “The Queen of Kissing.” Marcia, who was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, has spent her life intrigued with people, history, love, and romance. A wife, mother, grandmother, family historian, poet, and author, Marcia Lynn McClure spins her tales of splendor for the sake of offering respite through the beauty, mirth, and delight of a worthwhile and wonderful story.

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