Saturday, July 19, 2014

CONFESSIONS OF A MOM


Gotta love growing pains! Not mine, although I’m having other kinds of pains. :) Tigger woke up several times this past week with growing pains. Anyone else remember having those? I do. My legs just ached and ached. I rolled around in bed then rubbed my legs as hard as I could against the mattress. Not fun.

So I feel for Tigger, especially since I’m sure he inherited them from me. I wish I could take them away, but I can’t.

One of those nights, I told Hubby I’d get up with because it was 2:45 and he had to be up at 5. And sometimes, actually most of the time, when Tigger wakes up at night it’s 2-3 hours before he gets back to sleep. This time was a little bit better. It only took about and hour and a half.

During that time, I alternated between sitting in a chair rubbing his legs and laying on the floor next to the bed because the chair had gotten too uncomfortable. (No, I didn’t last very long on the floor either.) However, while laying on the floor I had a realization.

I’ve said for a little while now that I’m done being pregnant. Of course everyone’s first response is that it’s too early for our new little one to arrive and he needs to “cook” as long as he can and all that other good stuff. I have to admit that those comments have bothered me. My thoughts ranged from, “Easy for you to say. You’re not pregnant.” to, “You’re not the one that’s hurting 27/7.” (which is not an exaggeration) to, “He’ll be fine with the technology we have today. It’s close enough.”

I realized on the hard floor that part of me feeling like I’m done being pregnant is I’m done waiting. There are too many things that could still go wrong. I just want him here so I can know for sure that he’s all right. We can have all the testing done in the world, I can have as many ultrasounds as possible, I can have all the reassurances from everyone, but there is still that little bit of doubt in the back of my mind. There’s that little bit of a what if . . . hanging in the background.

Now some people will say that you can’t live life with the what if’s. It can consume and make it impossible to move forward. And I believe that is true to an extend. When you’ve been through something similar to what we have, I don’t think there will ever be a way to not have some type of what if hanging around.

There is no guarantee of anything and the only way to know for sure is to have that little one resting in your arms. Then to add to the anxiety I’m working on not having, I’m at the point that there began to be indications of something not exactly the way it should be with Lion. Knowing what I know now makes me even more anxious.

It was around this time that I stopped gaining weight, the only real indication we had that something wasn’t exactly right. But at the time, I didn’t know or didn’t realize that. I had ultra sounds ever week. My OB measured something every time. I know realize it was the embryonic fluid, which was low. Could I have asked questions then? Yes. Should I have asked questions then? Probably. Did I think to ask questions then? No, so it really didn’t matter, but I can’t help but think of those things as I approach the end of this pregnancy.

Last time I didn’t care how much I had gained. This time I’m beginning to find myself on the scale once or twice a day. (That could just be due to the fact that we actually have a working scale thanks to Hubby. Not sure.)

Like I’ve said before, I’m working my way through things. I’m trying not to read into things. I’m trying to be patient. But . . . it’s not easy.

Friday, July 18, 2014

THE HUSBAND MAKER by Karey White—Book Blast

The Husband Maker by Karey WhiteThe Husband Maker by Karey White

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Charlotte’s a girl with nicknames. She may not love being called Charles or Chuck, but the hardest nickname to take is the one she was given in college, the one that’s followed her now for too many years. They call her “the husband maker” and sadly, it fits. Every guy she’s dated since high school has become his next girlfriend’s husband. Not hers. Not three girlfriends down the road. The next. Is she doing something wrong or is she just cursed? When Kyle Aldsworth enters the picture and sweeps her off her feet, Charlotte begins to hope that maybe she's not destined to be single forever. A senator’s son with political aspirations of his own, Kyle's wealthy, handsome, and in need of a wife. Will Charlotte be disappointed yet again, or will she finally be able to make a husband for herself?

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Excerpt
I’d always heard the view from Top of the Mark was exceptional. When San Francisco Life listed the top ten places to view the skyline at night, Top of the Mark was ranked number three, so when the invitation to Harrison’s wedding arrived, I finally had an excuse to take in the view for myself.

Stupid, stupid me. I should have taken a cab up the steep hills to 999 California Street, hopped on the elevator to the nineteenth floor, and looked out the windows. I could have come with or without makeup, and I could have worn jeans and a t-shirt. If I’d brought Mia or Aleena with me, we could have had a nice dinner or dessert. If I’d brought Angus, we could have had both. Since Top of the Mark was built at the crest of Nob Hill, I could have snapped a jaw-dropping photo or two with my iPhone and made the sparkling skyline my screen saver.

But no. I had to come see it on the night my old boyfriend was marrying a 49ers cheerleader named Nicki, who’d had more remodeling than an episode of Property Brothers. She looked like a Who’s Who of Hollywood parts—Scarlett’s nose, Angelina’s lips, and Kim’s cheekbones. Her bias-cut dress clung to her other (ahem) purchased body parts and made me feel very un-girly in comparison.

“Nicki, this is Charlotte.” Harrison looked me level in the eye, and for the first time all evening, I felt an inch of relief that things hadn’t worked out between us. Five-eleven is pretty average for a guy, and Harrison towered over Nicki, even in her stilettos. But the only way he’d ever have been able to look down at me the way he’d looked down at Nicki when they’d exchanged their vows was if he’d stood on a stool. I know it’s not important, and it makes me sound completely shallow, but I read a romance once where the leading man “gazed down at his true love with tender eyes.” Someday, I’d like a guy to gaze down at me with tender eyes. And I’d rather not have to be standing in a hole for that to happen.

“It’s fabulous to finally meet you.” Nicki’s voice was chirpy, and her lips didn’t move quite right. “I want to thank you for breaking his heart”—she puckered up and baby-talked—“so I could put it back together.” She pulled him down by his tuxedo lapel to kiss his cheek, then wiped the red smear away with her acrylic-nailed thumb.

Well, this was awkward. And I wasn’t the only one feeling it. Harrison’s eyes begged me not to set the record straight.

You see, Harrison had broken up with me. “I’m not ready for the whole settling down with one woman thing,” he’d said four short months ago. “You’re ready to get married, and I won’t be ready for that scene for years.”

Maybe he’d meant dog years.

“Congratulations, you two. You make a much better couple than we ever did,” I said, although it stung to admit it.

“Did Will come? I saw Angus a little while ago,” Harrison said. Will is my twin brother. No, his name is not Wilbur, although we’ve been asked if our parents had a thing for Charlotte’s Web more times than I can count. His name is William, and he’s the reason I ended up dating Harrison in the first place.

Our families lived on the same street in Fairfield, but I barely remembered Harrison, who was two years older than us. Nearly a year ago, Will and Harrison had been at the same concert, and Harrison had asked Will if his little sister was still available. Will wasn’t sure if he meant me or McKayla, but since McKayla was already married, he gave Harrison my number. On our first date, Harrison admitted he hadn’t been asking about me, but he was decent enough to say he was glad for the mix-up. And the rest is history.

A short and tragic history, but history nonetheless.

“Will and his wife are in D.C. right now interviewing.” I stepped on my tiptoes and scanned the room over the groom’s head. “I didn’t know Angus was here.”

“I talked to him earlier, but he might have left already,” Harrison said.

“Aaahhh!”

I nearly knocked over a waiter as I jumped away from Nicki’s scream. “Look, Kitten. It’s Baxter Kensington. I didn’t think he’d actually come.”

Kitten? Did she really call him that? Harrison’s red face confirmed that yes, she had. “He plays for the 49ers,” he explained, and I nodded.

“I’d better go and make room for the celebrities,” I said, and Harrison grinned. He’d always appreciated my sarcasm, and his cute grin jabbed at my not-quite-healed heart.

“Thanks for coming.” He pulled me into a hug while his bride arranged her dress to best flatter her cleavage and patted the sides of her platinum fauxhawk. “Are things good with us?” he said quietly in my ear.

I pulled away. “Oh sure.”

“I was worried—”

“Nothing to worry about. Go. Be happy.”

“Thanks, Charlotte.”

I turned away, my eyes stinging, and nearly barreled into one of the most stunning specimens of athleticism I’d ever seen. His pale yellow shirt and silvery gray suit contrasted beautifully with his dark skin. No wonder the bride was swooning about someone other than the groom. Poor Harrison looked like a little boy in comparison.

Ah, one of the hazards of marrying a cheerleader.

Through slightly blurred vision, I saw Harrison put his arm around Nicki. Not too long ago, I’d thought that would be me, though the venue and guest list would have been drastically different.

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Karey White

Author Karey White Karey White grew up in Utah, Idaho, Oregon, and Missouri. She attended Ricks College and Brigham Young University. Her first novel, Gifted, was a Whitney Award Finalist. She loves to travel, read, bake treats, and spend time with family and friends. She and her husband are the parents of four great children. She teaches summer creative writing courses to young people and is currently working on her next book.  


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Thursday, July 17, 2014

CHRISTMAS IN JULY GIVEAWAY—Fame, Glory, and Other Things on My To Do List by Janette Rallison

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A PC school principal turns West Side Story into a comedy of errors. Sixteen-year-old Jessica dreams of Hollywood fame, and when Jordan moves into her small town, she dreams of him, too. He’s a movie star’s son, and hey, he’s gorgeous to boot. Jordan has always wanted to get out from the shadow cast by his superstar father, but now that he and his mother have moved so far away from LA, how can he get his divorced parents back together? Jessica convinces Jordan the way to get his father to come for a long visit is to be a part of the school play. And if she’s “discovered” in the process, all the better. Things go wrong when she lets Jordan’s secret identity slip, and grow even more disastrous when the principal tries to change West Side Story into a gang free, violence-free, politically correct production. In the same romantic and sharply witty spirit of Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Free Throws, Janette Rallison delivers another comic gem that teen readers are sure to love.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

CHRISTMAS IN JULY GIVEAWAY(US only)—The Mist of Quarry Harbor by Liz Adair

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The sheets were damp and cold as she climbed into bed, and as she lay shivering, she ached with loneliness. . . . Cassie lay listening to the creaking timbers of the old hotel, and tears slid down her face.

It doesn't matter what answers I find, she thought. Nothing will ever be the same.
It was in that twilight between wakefulness and sleep that she wondered how she could find any answers when she didn't even know the questions.



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Cassie Van Cleeve is thirty-two years old, single, and comfortably settled into a demanding career that leaves little time for romance. Suddenly faced with two unexpected proposals of marriage, she finds herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions with a vital choice to make. Her decision takes Cassie on an adventure she could never have imagined as she seeks to solve a deadly puzzle and uncover the mysterious past of her new husband.
Author Liz Adair has shown herself to be a wonderful storyteller, and in The Mist of Quarry Harbor, she has crafted another fast-paced novel that will satisfy even the most avid mystery lovers. Set in the starkly beautiful Sonora Desert and the picturesque islands and waterways of Puget Sound in the Pacific Northwest, this romantic novel provides a visual as well as an emotional feast. It is a book whose intriguing characters, startling plot, and exciting scenes will stay with you long after you have closed the book.
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

CHRISTMAS IN JULY GIVEAWAY—Save The Child, Courage To Thrive, & The Drive To Thrive

Today you can enter to win a copy of SAVE THE CHILD by Margaret Turley, COURAGE TO THRIVE, & THE DRIVE TO THRIVE. Thanks for stopping by! Spread the word and I'll see you soon!





Save the Child is a contemporary medical-legal drama novel of approximately 100,000 words. The Johnsons are a typical blended family. They reside in Gilbert Arizona. Sharon, middle child is a normal happy eight-year-old and develops Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. The mother, Nancy wants to use alternative medicine to treat the child. She strongly opposes chemotherapy because a friend’s three year old son, who had bone cancer, was treated with chemo and died. Also her father died of a brain tumor while receiving chemotherapy. The Hospital is fictional, to prevent any discrimination against current Medical facilities.



The first annual Writers Unite to Fight Cancer writing contest was organized to promote new writing voices and increase public awareness about cancer. The winning entries have been published in this anthology along with other contributions from some of the contest judges and other WUFC supporters.



The Drive to Thrive Anthology is the publication of winning entries in the 2nd Annual Writers Unite to Fight Cancer 2013 Writing Contest. Writers Unite to Fight Cancer Entry fees for the contest were donated to the Arizona State University Cancer Research Program at the Awards Ceremony held at Changing Hands Bookstore in Tempe, Arizona on September 24th, 2013. Judges, editors, and publishers for the WUFC Writing Contest donated their time and talents to this effort. The Drive to Thrive Anthology includes contributions by some of the judges and editors, some cancer patients, and other WUFC supporters. The collection of inspirational literature on the theme: The Drive to Thrive. Fiction and non-fiction stories as well as poetry demonstrate the human spirit while overcoming various life challenges including cancer and multiple sclerosis by individuals, families and communities. The reader will experience triumph as each author shares their own unique voice.


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Monday, July 14, 2014

DIAMOND RINGS ARE DEADLY THINGS GIVEAWAY

DIAMOND RINGS ARE DEADLY THINGS by Rachelle Christensen. Take a look at my review, here and be sure to enter to win your own copy!




Adrielle Pyper knows how to plan a wedding, and she's especially good at pleasing bridezillas. But when her biggest client and best friend is married just three days before the wedding, Adri's world falls apart. She moves to the resort town of Sun Valley, Idaho, and starts from scratch. Thanks to Adri's impeccable tast and unique style, she lands two celebrity clients, and her business seems headed for success—that is, until someone vandalizes the specialty wedding dresses she imported from overseas. The race is on to uncover a secret hidden within the yards of satin and lace before Adri becomes the next victim.
With a delightful blend of mystery, toe-curling kisses, humor, and spine-tingling thrills, Diamond Rings are Deadly Things is a romantic suspense novel that will keep you turning pages long into the night.

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Saturday, July 12, 2014

CONFESSIONS OF A MOM


Sorry this is getting up. Lost track of time once again. :)

Last time I mentioned that I learned something about myself. Well, I’m a pack rat. Not to the extent of being called a hoarder, but I’m definitely a pack rat. I have a hard time throwing things away, unless I’m helping someone else move. Then I have no problem. :) Just ask my mom and sister.

Lately, I guess you could say I’ve been nesting because all I see are piles and piles and boxes and boxes of stuff that I just want to get rid of. So I pull get into a box and go through it finding only a few things that I’m willing to part with.

We had a Desert Industries/Good Will drop and I gathered some things. I was proud of myself because I thought I had a lot I was going to get rid of. However, when I finally put it all in the car it was nearly as much as I pictured in my mind. But in going through things for that DI drop is when I learned or relearned something about myself.

The reason I have such a hard time getting rid of stuff is because of the memories attached to those things. I ran across two little beta fish tanks. You know, the little ones you see at Walmart. I couldn’t bring myself to stick them in the donation pile because one of the my dad got me forever ago and the other I bought when I was in college.

I found a bag of cutouts from My Little Pony boxes that I remember saving when I was in elementary/junior high because at the time, that’s what I was collecting. I haven’t been able to get myself to throw those away.

I remember when Hubby and I first got married. He wanted to get a new, nicer set of pots and pans, but I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of the entire set that I had because my dad got them for me.

To some this may seem irrational, and on some leave I can see their point. At the same time, I look at certain things and smile with the memories that are attached to those items. There’s also the part of me that thinks, but I might use this/need this again someday, and if I get rid of it now, then I’ll need it. I know, I know what some of you are saying. “Just get rid of it! You can always get another one if you actually do need it.” That’s going to take a pretty big mental shift for me.

So for now, I’m happy with the little that I’ve been able to part with. Slowly but surely I’m getting through things and figuring out how to part with certain things. It’s a process, but at least I’m making some type of progress. :)