Blog-a-thon 2008, Giveaway/Contests

Get Ready …

The 2008 Blog-a-thon is coming up! (July 26th). Even though the official site is taking a break this year, I’ve decided to go ahead and blog for something that I feel very strongly about. I’m currently working on details and have a lot of awesome things lined up to talk about so I hope you’ll mark your calendars and plan on spending 24 solid hours with me on July 26th (beginning at 6:00 a.m July 26th and ending at 6:00 a.m. July 27th) as I post something fun (and I hope touching) every 30 minutes. I’m approaching the blog-a-thon a bit differently this year; I figure since the “official” ‘thon is not happening, I would take creative license and put a small twist on things.

Go on, mark you calendars now. Oh, and make sure you have extra tissues close at hand – it’s most likely going to be an emotional 24 hours. πŸ™‚

More information will be coming soon!

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The next photo contest is coming up fast!

Win a FREE book at writefromkaren.com
(Dimensions: 400 x 200)

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Is it a quiet Sunday? Take this time to look through your photos and pick out your best Summer Time picture!

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random stuff, Uncategorized

Coffee-Stain

— Pretend You Give a S*it About the Election :: The Onion – LOLOLOLOL!!! Now I don’t care who you are, that’s some funny sh*t right there.

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All I see are boobs :: I’m sorry, what the HECK are you selling again? Watch the video of the two women, do you notice anything strange? Can you tell me what they’re selling. …… Exactly. *snort* What a low, disgusting (and unfortunately effective, according to my husband) tactic to get the males to pay attention. Question is, are they paying attention to the right thing? I’d say no. You? (In case you’re not seeing what I’m seeing, look at their necklines and then tell me if you think this is not a blatant attempt to get your attention. Any product that has to sell out this obviously is not worth my time, IMO).

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Hey guys, wondering if she’s the one for you? Wonder no more.

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I adore this guy’s art ::

Dream Big

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Bored? :: Find the button. (Hint: click on the question mark if you get stuck).

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True Stories:: Told in one sentence. Tell me, what’s your one-sentence story?

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One of the blog posts in my Google Reader that made me laugh out loud this week :: Mommy’s Martini – Notes from Monday Morning at the Gym.

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Group Writing Project – How To — Kailani, at An Island Life, is hosting a group writing project, the subject? How To … The deadline is July 16th. Now get Writing!

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Did you run across something really cool/touching/funny/inspiring this week? Please share the link in the comment section!

Friday Fun

Friday … Ten?

I’m not sure if anyone will be around today to actually read this, but if this happens to catch your attention in between hotdog bites and watermelon drips, WELCOME! Sit a spell, catch your breath and let’s chat …

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From the Friday5 community:

I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer the first set of questions because food? Doesn’t interest me much. As long as I can satisfy the grumbling in my stomach, I’m happy. In fact, I routinely smash deli meat in a cheese roll for lunch, that’s how much I could care less about fancy-schmancy food. But, I’m in the mood for something challenging today while I wait for my guys to wake up from their much needed lazy morning so, here goes —

1. If a traveling food show were to visit your neighborhood, what are some unique, regional foods it would spotlight, and where would it go to get them?

AARGH! My pea brain can’t take this pressure. Regional food? Here? Uh … I live in the Ozarks so … uh … I THINK we have foods special to this area (see how much I suck at this?). Okay fine, the only sort of food that I think might be special to our area is what Silver Dollar City offers. Gads, I’m pathetic.

Here are some recipes you might find interesting:

Skillet Cookery – which consists of potatoes, sautΓ©ed corn, squash, okra (okra! We eat a lot of okra in these here parts), peppers, onions, carrots, chicken and ham.

You say Ozarks, I say SKILLET FOOD! And I can assure you, this is DEE-LISH.

OH! And funnel cakes. OH. MY. GOSH. Funnel cakes are to die for – of course, they are greasy and chock full of BAD calories, but dang it, the grease is what makes ’em good! (*YEEHAWS like the hillbilly she is*).

OH. OH And … Cashew chicken. Now THAT’S specific to Springfield, Missouri. It originated here and we couldn’t find it in Washington D.C., so I’m assuming it’s not offered very many places outside our hick zone. (But what do I know, I don’t get out much. *grin*)

2. On an American cable show, a celebrity chef surprises people by challenging them to a contest featuring their own specialties (he usually loses). If he challenged you to your specialty, what dish would you prepare? If he challenged someone you know, what would that dish be, and how might the competition turn out?

First off, I wouldn’t challenge the man – suck I do at food, Mmmhmm. *Yoda accent* But now my husband … my husband can wield a wok like no other man. (And looks mighty sexy wokking, I might add. Ignore the wonky word). He routinely cooks us Spicy Chicken and Broccoli, Beef and Broccoli, Chicken and Zucchini, and anything else you can imagine would taste good in a wok. I’m pretty confident my husband would win a wok cook-off.

3. What are your feelings about cooking shows on television?

My husband and I love them and usually watch them together. We go through spurts, usually when we’re getting tired of the same ole menu and in the mood to try something new and different. He watches them for new and cool ideas, I watch them because it amuses me how much trouble people go to make something that people will just eat and poop out without nary a thought to the time and trouble it took to cook it.

See? A food connoisseur I’m not. πŸ™‚

4. What kitchen gadgets have you purchased because you saw someone using them on television?

A wok. I KNOW, we didn’t have a wok for the longest time and now I (er, the husband) can’t imagine cooking without it.

5. You get to (or have to, depending on how you feel about it) host your own food show on television. What will it be called and what’s it about?

Oh easy … it would be called “Eat and Run” (you heard that here first. If anyone takes that title for a food show, I want royalties! *grin*) and of course it would be about cooking fast meals easy, with no muss, no fuss and certainly not a lot of clean up time! I think that’s another reason I abhor cooking, the need to dirty up every single pot and utensil in the kitchen and then spending another hour cleaning up. Ugh, no thank you. Give me a sandwich and let’s call it a meal. πŸ˜€

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And from the Friday Five Community:

1. What drink wakes you up best in the morning?

You know how you hear people say they can’t think straight until they’ve had their first cup o’ coffee? *points to self* Well yeah, it’s true. My brain cells REFUSE to jiggle (or however brain cells behave) until I’ve had my morning jolt of caffeine. AND, I have to get up at least an hour before my family because I LOATHE to even utter words before I’ve had my morning cup of coffee. Seriously, I’m a grouch when I first wake up … and that’s putting it nicely.

2. During the day, what do you drink to keep going?

Well, I would LIKE to say more coffee, but I have to stay away from caffeinated drinks in the afternoons (at least, on a daily basis) because I then get these caffeine headaches from hell that stay with me for 24-straight hours and which no drug will knock out so it’s not worth getting a temporary buzz when I will be suffering for hours afterward. I usually drink water or juice.

3. Do you drink the recommended 8 glasses of water per day? Why/why not?

Oh yeah. I LOVES me some water. We have a water cooler, therefore we drink distilled water and WOW, that stuff is delicious. I don’t care what you say, there is a HUGE difference between distilled water and tap water (which makes me gag) and it’s cool, clear and crisp and I can’t get enough of the stuff (we routinely go through fifteen gallons of distilled water in two weeks – that’s how much we drink water).

4. What are the ingredients of your favorite mixed drink? (Doesn’t have to be alcoholic!)

This is going to sound pathetic? But … I don’t know. I haven’t really had a mixed drink in … oh, ages. I honestly only drink water. Or, if I’m feeling wild and crazy, I drink Propel (but the husband likes to point out how much sugar is in Propel, which makes me feel guilty for drinking it so then I stop, unless he makes me mad or irritates me and then I drink it out of spite. Oh yeah, I’m a mama bear all right). I used to drink lemonade, but geez, when did it become SO SWEET?

AARGH! I’m turning into one of those disgustingly boring people who turn their noses up at sugar! What’s WRONG with me?!

5. Are you a coffee drinker? How do you take your coffee, if so?

OH whew! Finally, a question I can answer without feeling mentally challenged. YES. I love coffee. I love flavored coffees with lots and lots of sugar because I can’t stand for my coffee to be bitter. And I love creams and milks in my coffee, but I have to remember to take a Lactaid when I drink it like that or I suffer for days afterwards. And that’s ALL I’m going to say on that. *ahem*

Don’t you love how I turn these simple question/answer memes into novels?

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Book Corner

July BAFAB Winner Announced

Win a FREE book at writefromkaren.com

A HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who put their name in the comment pot for my July Buy a Friend a Book (BAFAB) giveaway. And a HUGE THANK YOU to those that posted my button and spread the word – I heart you guys, truly I do.

I’m listing all of the people who were interested in the free book here. Since wordpress.com doesn’t come with that snazzy sticky feature (I miss the sticky feature wordpress! Waah!), I’m going to have to clear the FREE BOOK page so I can use it again for October’s BAFAB drawing. (Sorry about the comments disappearing! When I closed comments on the FREE BOOK page wordpress made them disappear! They are still there, you just can’t see them! ACK!)

But I didn’t want to lose all of the comments, or the lnks to the wonderful people who left a comment, so, I’m listing them here so their links remain and I can do what I need to do with the FREE BOOK page.

Capiche?

Don’t worry, it doesn’t really make sense to me, either. πŸ˜€

Here are the uber-cool people who put their names into the comment pot (in no particular order):

1. Shoshana 2. Danica 3. Melanie 4. Tina
5. Julie 6. Sandy 7. Emily 8. Dawn
9. Teresa W. 10. Lori Barnes 11. Elaine 12. Lulliannie
13. The Book Muncher 14. Samantha 15. Karin A 16. Johannah B
17. Carol Ezovski 18. Kristine Peacock 19. Janelle 20. Lizzie
21. Juxtabook 22. Melanie 23. Debbie 24. Book-Adorer
25. Ryan 26. Chel 27. Judy 28. The Story Siren
29. Marianne 30.avni 31. Deborah 32. ellie
33. Cyndi 34. Breanna 35. Lucy D 36. Alessandra
37. erica 38. emily 39. Nitestar 40. Joy @ Joy of Desserts
41. Pamk 42. bunnyb 43. Archana 44. Deb – Mom of 3 Girls
45. kegsoccer 46. Margay 47. Pamk 48. Nicole
50. Becca 51. Popin 52. Julie 53. Katie
54. Tina

After running the number of commenters through random.org, here are the top three picks:

July BAFAB Winner

CONGRATULATIONS BECCA!!!

(In the event that I can’t reach Becca within three days (by 5:00 p.m. U.S. central time July 6th), the second person listed wins the book. So, if your number was drawn, check your email!)

Thanks again for participating, everyone! I LOVELOVELOVE doing this every quarter! Please bookmark me and we’ll do this again in October!

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Prompt Fiction

Fiction: Missing Youth

Thursday Thread
Thursday is the day I post a bit o’ fiction.

This was originally published May 2, 2007

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Missing Youth

Clara glanced at her watch and frowned. It was nearly time to get back but she just couldn’t force herself to move. It was a beautiful, sunny day and the children were having so much fun playing and chasing each other in the park.

She sighed. She missed having little ones under foot. She missed her grandchildren. She missed her family. Lifting a hand, she shielded her eyes from the afternoon glare. The man on her left shifted a bit and caused the park bench to groan in protest.

Clara looked over at her companion; Ben was asleep and snoring softly. She shook her head in disgust and turned her attention back to the children. How could he sleep on a day like this? There was so much activity, so much life, to appreciate and soak in before going back. There would be plenty of time to sleep, later.

A black and white checked ball bounced off her foot momentarily startling her. A little boy, not more than five, walked shyly toward her. She offered an encouraging smile, careful not to show her teeth; she didn’t want to scare the boy.

β€œello,” she croaked in a throaty voice.

The boy hesitated. His eyes darted back and forth between the ball and his friends, he was clearly debating on whether it was worth confronting her to retrieve the ball or simply run back to his friends and forget about the toy.

Clara bent slowly from the waist and tried to pick up the ball, but her bones protested loudly and her muscles locked and refused to stretch. She sighed loudly and lifted one bony shoulder into a shrug. β€œI’m sorry,” she said. β€œBut I can’t pick it up. Can I kick it to you?” The croak had worked itself out of her voice and the sound came out soothing and friendly. She was pleased at the change and smiled again; this time, the smile reached her eyes.

The boy visibly relaxed at her smile and nodded eagerly. He ran back several paces and Clara laughed softly. β€œNo my child. I can’t kick it that far. You’ll have to come a little closer.”

Ben suddenly twitched next to her and emitted an abrupt snore. The boy jumped and Clara laughed again. β€œDon’t mind him. He’s just dreaming.” She blinked to bring the ball into focus. β€œOkay, ready now?”

The boy’s face stretched into a wide grin and he clapped his hands to signal he was ready. Clara summoned what little strength she had, brought her foot back and kicked.

Only she missed and the ball remained near her feet. She glanced up at the boy. The boy stared back at her. Suddenly, they both erupted into giggles. β€œI’m sorry,” Clara struggled to say past her amusement. β€œI guess I’m out of practice.”

The boy approached her and placed a small hand on her bare arm. His smile was beatific and his eyes sparkled with life and innocence. β€œS’ok,” his voice tinkled out. β€œMy mom’s not a very good kicker, either.” He gave her arm little reassuring pats before picking up the ball.

A lump formed in Clara’s throat and she felt an overwhelming sadness surround her heart. She missed her grandchildren. Dear God, she missed them.

A soft rumble eased its way past the sounds of the park and caught the boy’s attention. Clara nodded off into the distance. β€œIt sounds like rain’s coming.”

The boy nodded in agreement. β€œYeah. My dad said it was gonna rain today.”

β€œYour dad is a smart man.” Clara said.

β€œYeah,” the boy responded. β€œβ€™Cept when it comes to fixing things. Mom says he’s not a very good fixer.” He grinned. Clara’s heart jumped at his expression and she noted, for the first time, one of his front teeth was missing.

β€œMark!” A voice called toward them.

β€œOops. That’s me. I gotta go.” Mark patted her arm again. β€œThanks for trying to kick the ball.”

Clara’s eyes began to fill with tears at the boy’s kindness. Her throat closed up and she found she couldn’t speak. She simply nodded and smiled at him in return.

She watched Mark run off, and with each stride of his chubby legs, her smile dissipated until finally, it disappeared altogether.

β€œMrs. Stevens?” A deep male voice sounded next to her right ear, a large hand rested on her shoulder. β€œAre you ready to go?”

β€œBut,” she glanced at the thin gold watch on her wrist. β€œIt’s not time yet.”

β€œThere’s a storm coming, we should go. Are you ready?”

She swallowed a sigh and sadly nodded her agreement.