An Impulse Writer Gets The Blogging Star Award!

I've been awarded the Blogging Star Award from my wonderful friend Sandee at Comedy Plus! Sandee received the award from Sanni at Coffee2Go who was awarded the honor by the creator herself, Barb from over at SkittlesPlace.

After reading Sandee's post I followed the star to Coffee2Go, and then to Skittles Place. In order to give the creator credit, but also so she can follow the stars herself. Here is an excerpt and link to her first post:

"I've made up my own award called
Blogging Star!"
This award is for bloggers who shine their light throughout the Blogoshere. Some do it with humor, others with creativity, and others with their kind and thoughtful natures. We all know more than a few of them so why not give them some recognition?

Sandee at Comedy Plus is one of the first recipients of this award, which is for the bloggers "who shine their light throughout the blogoshere" as Barb so creatively put it.

When I first saw the image of the Blogging Star award, I naturally thought celebrity.

Probably because the word "star" has become synonymous with celebrity, even if it doesn't have anything to do with being a celebrity.

Celebrities are not stars, they are celebrities, and not even close to those miraculous beings of light that grow, live, inspire, teach, shine, and die in much the same way as the humans we give the same name. I 'm honored Sandee thought of me when giving out her awards, and I thought of her too, since her star does shine so brightly. As do the rest of the bloggers I have posted along with my acceptance speech today.

It’s truly amazing how close we feel to the friends we communicate with through posts, comments, and e-mails. Which brings me to something I’ve wanted to say since the beginning of this post. I was so excited about getting this award, I left a silly remark in Sandee's comments. I noticed it later when I read the words back to myself, and it just didn’t sound like me.

By the way thank goodness, I’m running the show here, since the music would be playing if I were at the academy awards!

Anyway, when I accepted this award from Sandee, I put something dumb like "Thank you, Sandee, I can't wait to give this award to all my "celebrity" friends”. Then, I realized that this wonderful award meant something so much more meaningful.

It's hard for me to leave a comment, because I’m a self- diagnosed impulse writer! I'm in my own recovery program and most of the time have a handle on things, but yesterday I was tired and not working my program.

Impulse writing is a name I made up for writing quick notes, like the notes my mother used to write and post all over the house. It’s sort of like emotional writing or really quick letter writing. The quick scribble in a fury people write when they’re angry, or in a hurry, or on their way out the door. However, with me it usually means getting too deep or emotional in letters, or in quick notes of inspiration, such as cards intended for family members. However as you can see, it is also happening now since I've been blogging. I think this is because I 'm beginning to care about my blogging friends, so I impulsively write something quickly, since I'm feeling rather than thinking.

After you’ve written something on paper or in cyber space, it could be forever, so one does have to be careful. I was so excited that Sandee gave me this award, I impulsively said something that (now for sure) everyone will read as long as… well, forever!

Impulse writing is a lot like impulse shopping (which I cannot stand either) since you don’t think about what you’re writing until after it’s written, and then you see you’ve made a mistake. It’s a given, that’s why the stores love impulse buyers, and the web loves impulse writers! Impulse writing creates readers, just as if impulse shopping creates shoppers, just as this post is more of the same thing…..oh…. .

Well, time for a meeting!

Impulse writing especially on the internet, is not very smart, for one thing, you aren't required to write a complete thought...well for that matter …you do not even have to write a complete sentence!

It is scary to think what it must be like for writers who have trouble staying on topic when writing a post. I mean can you imagine if I had a problem staying on topic, how much worse it would be…

In addition, I’m sorry…oh….well here are the blogs that are my stars in the blogosphere!

Starting with the most recent since they could use some link love,

Totally Fabulous
Blog Elf
Fruit Species
Blue Ribbon Bloggers
Santa' Community Blog
What was God Thinking

Christys Coffeebreak
Writer's Reviews
Comedy Plus
Positive Communication Blog
Eat Your Maths
It's a Whimsical World
Twisted Sister
Kissing The Dogwood
Monday Morning Power
She Walks In Beauty
Nonense, fun,tears,happiness,anger,all rolled into one!

First Time Dad
Thanks to you all, have a happy day, and remember to eat your vegetables! :)

What is your life’s musical score?

What is your life’s musical score? What love song would you leave to your partner/husband/wife? What song would you leave to your children?

This was my Tuesday Question and here are your answers! I want to thank all of you who participated in answering yesterday's question.
You did a fantastic job of answering some pretty tough questions. The act of blogging involves many bizarre, funny, wacky, different, entertaining, and sometimes serious personalties, but everybody can relate to music and the words that go with it.

Bob Dylan said,
"There is no music without the words" which I think serves as a metaphor for life, because for me there is no music in our lives without our words.
I am amazed at how close I feel toward other bloggers simply by opening up to them with my words.

When getting to know people on the internet, we lack the help of a familiar smile, and the mental telepathy shared in the look on a friend's face.

On the other hand, the art of writing is the most personal form of self-expression and bloggers write everyday, so we may be better friends for it. Writing requires putting yourself out in the open, and taking the risks involved, in much the same way we do with friendship. That is why I wanted to use the words associated with music to get to know all of my new friends better. I hope you found some blogs in my comments that you've never visited before, and if not, learned more about the writers behind the blogs that you know.

The following comments are so expressive and thought provoking you will be moved for sure. They were written by some of the best writers writing blogs out there in the land of blogging. I am lucky to have met such a great group of people, especially so early in my blogging career . Thank- you again for the entertaining days in the sun, and for allowing me to get to know you better! Here are your comments, enjoy,

My very first comment is from my good friend and wonderful poet Jos from NoDirectOn(not:NoDirection)

Jos said...

Oh boy, this is a hard one. I'll have to go back and do some thinking and listening for this. Music is even more important to me than writing or reading, or even blogging..lol!
To rephrase Bob Dylan: Without music, there would be no Jos.
It's is nice to see that all of the music you've mentioned before on your blog, like Mick Jagger, The Monkees, Dylan, S&G, Bread, etc., are apparently just as much 'top of mind' for you as they are for me, eventhough I grew up on the other side of the world. Music really has become a global/generation thing, hasnt it? And I like that.
Anyway, I'll drop in later. First I am going to listen to some fine music. Thanks for this question, Ann. It starts my day with music. :)

August 28, 2007 3:25 AM

Jos does come back , and he is not the only one who leaves for while to collect his thoughts, read on and see how the rest of my buddies do the exact same thing!

It's too funny.

Jos said...

Oh boy, this is a hard one. I'll have to go back and do some thinking and listening for this. Music is even more important to me than writing or reading, or even blogging..lol!
To rephrase Bob Dylan: Without music, there would be no Jos.
It's is nice to see that all of the music you've mentioned before on your blog, like Mick Jagger, The Monkees, Dylan, S&G, Bread, etc., are apparently just as much 'top of mind' for you as they are for me, eventhough I grew up on the other side of the world. Music really has become a global/generation thing, hasnt it? And I like that.
Anyway, I'll drop in later. First I am going to listen to some fine music. Thanks for this question, Ann. It starts my day with music. :)

August 28, 2007 3:25 AM

Here are his comments upon his return:

Jos said...

To the Love of My Life I would like to leave Elton John's Your Song:

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

Jos said...

I'm sorry, I got cut of there...

As for the musical score of my life, I actually first thought of a song from Bob Dylan's great album No Direction Home (which has something to do with the name of my blog, too, but has to remain a secret:)
It's called The Chimes Of Freedom, and it somehow alays is with me, since it first came out. Here Goes:

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

(I'm a bit afraid your blogs gets an overload, today)

For my children (and actually really for EVERYBODY's CHILDREN, I would like to leave this one. You know who that is:

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one


August 28, 2007 10:17 AM

Thank you Jos and Tuesday's Question wouldn't be the same without you! (And on the other hand, I'm not sure I would neither)

Dawn From Twisted Sister Totally Pissed Off is one of my first blogging buddies and a very prolific writer.

insanity-suits-me (Dawn) said...

this requires a little thought... i shall return!

August 28, 2007 7:33 AM

Dawn left , but she does return later...

Which was too funny, but then again this is Dawn from Twisted Sister Totally Pissed Off!

Here is what Dawn said when she returned:

insanity-suits-me (Dawn) said...

This is so hard!!! My life's musical score is subject to change from day to day!
Some days it could be: Torn by Natalie Imbruglia
"Im all out of faith, this is how I feel - Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor - Illusion never changed into something real - Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn..."

And then other days...
"Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long..."

Maybe I have multiple personality disorder.. he he

The song I would leave to my daughter would be "The Lion Sleeps Tonight", because I'd want her to know that I am always watching over her and keeping her safe.

"Hush my darling, don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling, don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight"

"Hush my darling, don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling, don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight"

The song I would leave for my partner...
The Promise by Tracy Chapman
"If you wait for me then Ill come for you
Although Ive traveled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
If you think of me, if you miss me once in awhile
Then Ill return to you
Ill return and fill that space in your heart

Your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
Ill find my way back to you
If youll be waiting
If you dream of me like I dream of you
In a place thats warm and dark
In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart"

August 28, 2007 9:35 AM

Isn't that one of the greatest! Thanks again Dawn!

Ellen from Non-Profit Communication blog

Ellen said...

Hi Ann,

what a beautiful, beautiful question.. I do love music, it gives me strength, gives me joy, gives me energy at times of distress..
I must honestly say I'm almost afraid to answer it, just like your picture seems to indicate. It does get rather personal ;-))..

But here goes..
The story of my life:
Bette Middler's - The Rose:

It's the heart afraid of breaking

that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

The story I would like to leave my partner:

Bette Middler - Wind Beneath my Wings

Did you ever know that you're my hero,

and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

After leaving this comment, Ellen from Positive Communication
left for awhile too!

However, she did return later with this :

Ellen said...

@Christy: Fame.. wow, I love it!! thanks!(good old memories coming back..)
Won't be able to get that one out of my head for a couple of days, though ;-)..

Sorry Ann, this question on what to leave my kids just doesn't seem to wanna leave my mind.. And well, just remembered that I already dedicated a song to my daughter (on my Dutch blog). It's India Arie's Video (though Strenght, Courage and Wisdom would do very fine too..):
I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie

Read Christy's hilarious answer;

Christy, from Christy's Coffeebreak

Ann, this is the most awesome question ever, wow, I love it! It's neat to see what songs people are choosing. I am choosing what has been my "Christy Anthem" since I was twelve years old. It always lifts me up and puts me in that "I can touch the stars" mood. Feel free to laugh hysterically but it's.....

Fame (Everyone knows Fame right?)

Baby look at me
And tell me what you see
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time I'll make you forget the rest

I got more in me
And you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hands
Don't you know who I am

Remember my name

I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly

I feel it coming together
People will see me and cry

I'm gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame

I'm gonna live forever
Baby remember my name


Baby hold me tight
Cause you can make it right
You can shoot me straight to the top
Give me love and take all I've got to give

Baby I'll be tough
Too much is not enough
I can ride your heart til it breaks
Ooh I got what it takes

I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly

I feel it coming together
People will see me and cry

I'm gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame

I'm gonna live forever
Baby remember my name

Okay now I have to go and listen too it, lol. (Leaping through the air).

August 28, 2007 1:58 PM

Another best buddy blogger and the queen of Tuesday's question, with her moving selections
Sandee (Comedy +) said...

What is your life’s musical score?

Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers.

What love song would you leave your partner/husband/wife?

Because You Loved Me - Celine Dion

What song would you leave your children?

I'll Be Seeing You - Vera Lynn

August 28, 2007 2:51 PM


Thank you Sandee, and you have a lucky family!

The End-


What Is Your Life's Musical Score? What song would you leave your children?

Since August 7th 2007, 'A Nice Place In The Sun' has posted a question to readers entitled Tuesday's Question. And every Wednesday I've posted the answers along with a link back to the blogs who commented. Although, the first time I posted the question, I linked only to the blogs with the best answer. However, last weeks responses were so good, that I posted everyone's answers and linked back to all of the blogs who humored me with a response.

I liked posting all of the participating bloggers answers instead of a select few with the best answer, since we all became a part of the same post. The past posts are listed in my sidebar under Tuesday's Questions if you would like to read them, however before you do, be sure and answer todays!

The image above reminded me of a person coming forward with something about themselves, although I'm not sure why, it just does. Which brings me to today's question. Since there are so many different sides to people I decided to ask two additional questions in an effort to get to know everyone better. I sound like a teacher on the first day of school, don't I? Anyway here are the questions,

In your last will and testament what would you answer to the following questions?

What is your life’s musical score? What love song would you leave to your partner/husband/wife? What song would you leave to your children?

Your life's musical score is the lyrical story of your life, so answer in the most thoughtful way possible, that way we all know you better after reading your comments.

Bob Dylan once said in an interview, "There is no music without the words"

What is your life’s musical score?

My life's musical score is the theme from Midnight Cowboy entitled,

“Everybody’s talking at me” by Harry Nilsson

"Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying,
Only the echoes of my mind.
People stopping staring,
I can't see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes."

Oh, I would love to go where “the sun keeps shinning through the pouring rain” and “sail on a summer breeze” then, “skip over the ocean like a stone.”

What love song would you leave your partner/husband/wife?

"If " by Bread with the lyrics " if a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you? " If a (woman)man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tommorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to
die, I'd spend the end with you. And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
and you and I would simply fly away"

What song would you leave your children?

"A Bridge Over Troubled Water" by Simon and Garfunkel.

"When you're weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
I'm on your side. when times get rough
And friends just cant be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down."

Here they are again,

What is your life’s musical score? What love song would you leave to your partner/husband/wife? What song would you leave to your children?

Thank you for reading and thanks ahead of time for commenting. Please remember your comments will be published in tomorrow's post. I will also link to your blog/site, so check with technorati for links! Have a great day!

Note : I forgot to add that Tuesdays Question is open to everyone, not just bloggers. I will post anonymous answers too, so please have fun!


Be Sure And Rise To the Occasion!

Rise to the occasion tomorrow for A Nice Place In The Sun's Tuesday Question! If you haven't commented on Tuesday's Question before come by tomorrow and comment it's fun.

Beginning on August 7th 2007, I've posted on 'A Nice Place In The Sun' a Tuesday Question every Tuesday for my readers to answer! And every Wednesday I've posted the answers, and linked back to the blogs who gave the best answer. However, last weeks responses were so good I posted everyone's comments and linked back to their blog. I liked posting all the participating blogs better than posting just the best answers, since we all became a part of the same post. It was neat, so I decided to post every answer with a link back, and I hope, hope, hope, you'll find your way back to 'A Nice Place In The Sun'! This Tuesday's question will post at 6am!

Thank you for reading, and hope to see you tomorrow. Although, you don't have to come at (6am) to comment, my cat doesn't even get up that early and the comments will not be posted until Wednesday, I just wanted to sound industrious :)


The Craziest Experience of My Life

I had one of the craziest experiences of my life on the same night I graduated from high school. Therefore, at every high school reunion or when I run into someone who witnessed the event, they tell me about it as if it happened to someone else. In fact an old friend did just that the other day. Except, this buddy suggested I write about it, hence, here is my article about the craziest thing that ever happened to me on the night I graduated from high school:

Aside from my weird experience, the evening I graduated from high school started out magical; the weather was breezy, and the sky was as dark as the deepest part of the ocean.

Although, I did have a case of graduation jitters. My stomach felt ticklish and jumpy, like it did when I was a child and my parents drove our car over a steep hill, or when I rode certain rides at the fair.

Hence, as a result, I held my hand on my abdomen throughout the ceremony, and thought about how close I was to graduating from high school. In addition, I couldn't wait to leave and listen to the radio in the car with my friends.

Because, after all, it might be the last time we would all be together for awhile, since some of us would be going to college out of state. I thought about the future and daydreamed about the past throughout the ceremony...

In my minds eye I remembered the things we did...

We drove down the Mississippi River road to our states capital building nearly every week-end during our high school years. The courtyard that surrounded the capital building was full of rolling hills, azalea bushes, and moss covered oaks- It was our home away from home, stomping ground, pop-stand, cool place in the shade, or nice place in the sun-

On dark nights, we imagined the trees shadows were ghostly southern belles dancing in moss stitched dresses; the sight of which sent shivers down our spines. We decided the shadows were the images of Southern belles who refused to leave the ball. My friends and I created characters from the shadows at night, like a clown shapes animals from balloons during the day. There were so many shadows from the giant trees, because there were so many trees on the capital grounds. Therefore, at night, a vivid imagination could shape the trees into an array of images, much like you can with the stars on starry nights.

On the week-ends we couldn't wait to drive to the State Capital grounds. The minute the car stopped in front of the courtyard, we flew out of the doors, jumped the well kept hedges, turned cartwheels on the clover, played touch football, rested under the trees, and kissed under the stars until daylight.

Then, I was shocked back to the present when I heard our class presidents shrill voice over the microphone.

Thinking of the years that passed, I began to get misty eyed with nostalgia, but I managed to hold my stomach in place through the rest of the ceremony. Although, afterward, my stomach felt wrapped as tight as a ball of rubber bands. I guess I had a bad case of graduation jitters, and I was worried about what would happen to all of us in the future. I wondered how the world would react to our southern accents, moody undercurrents, and muddy water attitude, but I quickly shrugged it off like a typical southern girl; who had an evening to enjoy in spite of it all.

After graduation, we piled into whatever car the ferryboat captain wouldn't recognize, (my mothers) and headed toward the river road for one last ride on the ferry, before it was our generations turn to conquer the world.

But, as I drove down our driveway, my eager foot pressed the accelerator too hard, and I smashed my mothers car into her well nurtured apple-pear tree, knocking apples and pears onto the windshield.

Our house sat on a tiny hill, therefore, it turned out to be the most dramatic setting in our household. The driveway tempted you to zoom your car up or down it, depending on what direction you were going, and the speed at which you traveled illustrated your mood to others, a lot like a mood ring.

Truly, others could tell when you were mad, happy, excited, scared, or, in our case, in a mad dash to get out of there, by how fast you drove up or down the driveway. Whereas, in the case of a mood ring, your mood is determined by the changes in color.

Anyway, we borrowed my mothers car in an effort to fool certain ferryboat captains, who may not have let us board the ferry if they recognized any of our cars.

Because, for some reason, when it came to us, the captains had a short fuse. Maybe, because we had a tendency to get out of the car and ride the ferry all night, or because I used to stand on the front of the boat and sing the Barbra Streisand song On A Clear Day. I sang my heart out, imagining I was on the boat in the movie Funny Girl.

In retrospect, I don't blame the ferryboat captains for having a short fuse, and kicking us off the ferry, but you did have to admire our ingenuity when it came to showing up in different cars. I remember one of our parents saying, "But, honey you have your own car. I don't understand...you. But, you will not borrow my car, not under any circumstances." Actually, when I think of it, I'm not sure how we managed to get down my parents driveway in my mothers car either-

Anyhow, after hitting my mothers apple pear tree, singing and getting kicked off the ferry again, we pulled the car over, parked and climbed to the top of the levee to get a better view of the river. From the levee we could hear the river wind howl through the trees, but it was gentle; the wind from the river sounded like the roar of a mighty lion, when in fact, it felt as gentle as the whiskers on a kitten.

I watched my friends lean against the barbed wire fence with their faces to the sky, and their arms out to their sides, like the wings on a plane; I could hear the sleeves of their jackets clap against the speed of the wind, as if the river were returning their farewell embrace.

We stood speechless as the generous Mississippi sashayed beneath the silver stars and honey colored moon, sharing its amenities with humans, tug boats, barges, ferries and teenagers, year after year, again, and again, and again.

Standing there as we did on graduation night, I think we realized how small we were in the grand scheme of things, and how little we knew about ourselves and the world. It was the first time in all the years we spent on the banks of the Mississippi River that we felt in awe of its presence. It's funny how we take what we loved the most for granted, especially the most precious to us...I will always wonder why?...

In conclusion, it began to get late, so we rode down the river road, like we had a million times before, singing and talking on our way to the State Capital grounds, only this time we listened to my boyfriends eight-tracks, instead of the radio. He had a ton of them, but he was bossy about what songs we could play.

His eight-tracks were a big thing then, and listening to them was something I hated to interrupt,(a lie) but I needed to use a restroom. Hence, I asked my friends, and Mr. Congeniality, if they would mind waiting in the car when we stopped on the State Capital grounds, so that I could pee under one of the Oak trees-

Hence, my southern gentleman began to drive around the grounds looking for a place to park, where he could keep an eye on me in the huge courtyard.

I remember asking him to play I’m a Believer by The Monkees, over and over again, but he kept saying he lost the tape. The conversation went something like this:

"I know you didn’t lose the tape, Steve, because I saw it in your glove compartment last week," I said, while the rest of my friends laughed, including him.

"Annie, you've heard that song at least a thousand times, will you please give it a rest? You are the only person I know who would listen to a broken record-" he said, with a smile that I didn't think was cute at the moment.

Then, a friend of ours interrupted the conversation:

"Oh, Steve, she’s not the only one who wants to hear that song, and you know it. Stop picking on her and play the tape."

"I’m telling ya'll the tape is gone and I don’t know where it is," said the most generous man on earth.

At which point, I said, trying to give him a dirty look-

"Oh, for crying out loud, I know I'll find it, and I know you hid it...but at the moment I don't care,(I lied) because I have to go to the bathroom, so will you please stop and park? Like I said, I know where the tape is anyway...and I'll show you when I get back..."

Steve smiled and said, "Don't count on it."

Rolling my eyes, I spouted back, "I'm going under the oak trees in the side yard. I’ll be right back, mean jerk man."

Then, off I went into the same dark night, that didn't seem as kind as it had earlier. Therefore, my pulse quickened as I searched, and then found, the perfect spot beneath an oak tree branch to do my business...(like my golden retriever.)

As I started to pee I could hear The Monkee's tape playing from the car. That jerk, I thought, then I heard what sounded like birds chirping in the branches.

They were chirping loud and it was nighttime... I thought, this is bizarre, what kind of bird chirps at night? I sensed they were flying close to me and around the tree...then the chirping grew louder...thinking I felt something close to my face, I put my hand on my head, and began to pull up my pants, while the chirping got louder.

I couldn't tell if they were in the tree or literally flying around my head...and I still couldn't wrap my head around birds that were so jolly in the middle of the night. I kept mumbling to myself, while I looked at the car parked for my safety, "golly, these birds are too friendly." In addition, I could hear them chirping bird talk in the trees branches, then pieces of tree limbs started falling on me-

Okay, this is it, I said to myself, and at the same moment I sensed the presence of something over my head- My hands started shaking so bad forgot how to pull my pants over my knees, which obviously made one bird really mad. Because I heard a shrill chirping over my head that sounded like an aggressive shriek for a bird, even a really mad bird.

By this time, I was so petrified I tried to run, but I'm not sure if I even moved, then I put my hand on my head and something hard and feathery was fluttering around in my hair, so I started running straight to the car, pants down or not-

I kept trying to put my pants on, but something was still on my head, and when I tried to hit it, I fell down...so I just picked myself up and ran, in addition, to screaming to the top of my lungs with my pants around my ankles.

I believe I made a mistake hitting the mean bird the first time, because after I tried to slug it, the monster was so furious it started zooming around my head like a bully with wings. I could feel it zoom past my ears, like a gigantic fly, screaming its earsplitting squeals.

I was afraid it was going to grab a chuck of my hair, or poke my eyes out, like in the Alfred Hitchcock movie The Birds.

I looked in the direction of the car, and I saw Steve and my friends laughing...and I couldn’t understand why... It didn’t occur to me at the time that I was running with my pants to my knees and bats, yes BATS, chasing me-

I dismissed their laughing, because I didn't have time, what with birds chasing me and all, plus, I felt like I had cobwebs on my face, so I kept wiping my face as I ran.

I couldn’t coordinate my legs with my pants to my knees, so I ran like a penguin until I fell, that is, until I saw the bats shrieking and encircling the sky above my head, then I managed to get one leg out of my pants and wobble without my pants at all.

Then, I was free to run faster, even if I was dragging one pants leg behind me, to the safety of the car. Nevertheless, the bats were still encircling me from the sky and screaming these awful otherworldly calls for help from their bat friends in the trees.

While my human friends stayed locked in the car laughing...and every time I approached the car door, Steve drove a few feet forward, hoping the bats would fly away...(or so he said...)

In the meantime, I could see my friends in the car laughing hysterically, because I was trying to grab the car door with my pants down, and every few minutes I could feel a bat zoom past my face.

After the incident was over, and I had calmed down, I told Steve not to feel bad about driving forward the way he did, because I understood he was thinking about their safety. After all, I knew they didn’t want the bats to get inside the car-

Well, he smiled and said, "Annie, the bats were long gone by the time you reached the car. We just thought it was funny watching you try to catch the car with your pants down. We were laughing so hard we couldn’t tell you that what you were feeling were the small branches that were still on the top of your head."

"The bats flew off a few yards before you reached the car, well...that is, after you beat the daylights out of the one on your head. We could see you waving your hands trying to knock the branches off after that, but we couldn't stop laughing. I'm sorry honey, I thought you knew, and I hate to laugh, but that was the funniest thing any of us have ever seen."

Well...it was the craziest thing that ever happened to me, but I'm glad my friends got a kick out of it. We still laugh about it to this day...And I suppose that's a good thing, right?

And after writing this I guess the second part of the night is a better story...but the next time someone tells me about it, I'm going to say, "Oh, you thought that happened to me? Oh no, are you kidding? That happened to Steve, and it was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life. "

Authors note: This article was originally written in blog form for Bobbarama's Humor Carnival in 8/07, so it was a little shorter. However, when I rewrote it for a local magazine I wrote a longer version, so I apologize for the length. I think it's probably too long for a blog post, so bless all of you who are reading this note. Because, if you're reading this, you either skipped a few paragraphs to find out what the 'Craziest Experience of my Life' was, or you read it all the way through. Thank you for doing either one.

I decided to post this version after accidentally deleting the one I wrote for the Humor Carnival and posted on A Nice Place In The Sun. Plus, to be honest, I've been busy being ill for so long, I wanted to post something for you to read. My apologies to those of you who have already read the other version, but I'm hoping you'll forgive me, because at least the story is a little different... :)

Thanks to all of you for your patience and support. And I promise, I'm working on publishing a brand new post soon.

All of you are the greatest...:))



I'm A lucky Blogger!

I'm a lucky blogger, because I have a great friend in Christy, from Christy's Coffee Break who also happens to be my writing partner on A Hint Of Poetry. She's done so much for me that it's unbelievable, and now she added A Nice Place In The Sun as one of her best blog stands! You know like a lemonade or pop stand? The first job of the entrepreneur who is ready to enter the stock market when they're six? Remember setting up lemonade stands when you were little and drinking all the lemonade,... or spilling it all over the ground... and loosing your money,.. then getting in trouble because it was irresponsible? Well I don't remember anything like that either, I've just heard other people mention it. By the way, I do know that's a bake stand in the image. The image just reminded me of a lemonade stand, in the same way that visiting blogs reminds me of visiting a lemonade stand, plus I like the picture.

I've been extremely fortunate when it comes to meeting great friends in blogging, and Christy is also a blogging mentor, who is teaching me everything I know. This creative blogger is also the contributing writer on Mike and Tish's blog, Blogs We Luv who also happens to be the blog that created what Christy has referred to as the "blog bumper sticker" blog badge that is I love Your Blog! I thought that was a great way of referring to this really cool award created by Mike and Tish, who seem to be really cool people. Plus, any friend of Christy's is indeed a friend of mine. Hence, I'll have to see what Blogs We Luv is all about. I think these kind of badges are a great way to show our friends we love their blogs plus they look great in our sidebars. Thank goodness for these three bloggers, Christy,(who is also the Writer's Reviews awards creator)Mike, and Tish, for their creative kindness! I would to also thank Mike And Tish for suggesting ten bloggers to pass the I love your blog badge too, since it is always so hard to choose.

I tagged the blogs I love that have been so good to A Nice Place In The Sun, and a few new bloggers who I'd like to introduce to the rest of my friends.

Here are the blogs I love, and if they had lemonade stands I would also buy their lemonade!

Sandee from Comedy Plus
Dawn and Ann from Twisted Sister Totally Pissed Off
Santa Claus, Every Day Should Be Christmas
Bob from Bobbarama.com
Eats Your Math
It's a Whimsical

Monday Morning Power
Kissing The Dogwood

Thank you all for the fun and friendship!


Wow! School! And My Afternoon At Barnes And Noble

I read a new children’s picture book entitled, WOW! School, in Barnes and Noble today. I rode with my mother after lunch to the book store, because she had to get some paperbacks for the library. Every year when school starts the library needs more children’s classics in paperback. Therefore, while she went to get the books she needed, I went in the children’s section. The children’s section at Barnes and Noble is one of my favorite places in the world. I ran/walked to the little “barn” bookshelf and stared in wonderment at the miraculous books lining the barnyard wall haystack, or bookcase. I wonder why Barnes and Noble have a model of a barn for the main bookcase? In addition to the barnyard theme, they don’t have a new release bookshelf anywhere in the store and when I asked the little children people who work there, they looked at me like they weren’t sure what I meant. Although they were nice enough sales people, and I think Barnes and Noble is fantastic, I felt as if I were in a time capsule and asked a dumb question. It was as if it I asked an outdated question, a question that would have been popular long ago or at a different time.

However, it doesn’t matter if the children’s book section at Barnes and Noble isn’t doing things the way I think they should. Since it’s still one of my favorite places in the world, and I’m plus I'm not running the department anyway. I’m just researching children’s titles for my manuscripts and A Nice Place In The Sun, so why should I care? I guess because it’s my home away from home, and I think I have the right to decorate what goes on in the book store.

Anyway, after I got over my astonishment at all the wonderful picture book titles they have on the market now, I saw Wow! School, one of the newly published books I've wanted to read. I found myself a spot at a small table in the next to a little girl and a lady with whom she wasn't related, and began to read Wow! School. I wanted to write an unofficial book review, or I guess I should say a book suggestion on the title.

Everyone's first day of school is one of the scariest things we will experience in our lives. I know school already has started in most areas, but Wow! School will still help children adjust to their school days. The first page begins with the beginning of a school day and the rest of the pages take you through different times and activities throughout a typical school day. A great conversation starter after your children start school as well, to find out how school is coming along for them, and give them an opportunity to ask questions. When I read to my son it often provided an opportunity for a conversation about the subject or theme of what book we were reading, and Wow School seemed like a good example.

It’s a big book with extremely colorful and descriptive illustrations showing everything happening in a classroom in just two pages. The illustrations stretch across a two-page spread, so you have to turn the book sideways to read it but it's fun. The book depicts a multicultural theme with big bold images of everything in an ideal classroom, bookcases lined with books, desks with kids behind them taking part in numerous activities. It even shows details of children with their art work on easels, and other art supplies, and books with small titles written on the front. There is a lot to look at but it’s not busy, and again, it encourages conversation while you look into the pictures of what happens inside a school.

Wow! School! follows an entire school day with the perfect amount of text and descriptive illustration to tell a lively and fun story. You open the first page to the beginning of the day, and the second page to a gigantic picture of the teacher and four students, with detailed items in the classroom in the background. Then turn the page to reading time in another double spread illustration, with the image of the teacher sitting on a rug with her students. All of the illustrations have one to six words of text on the outside of the illustration and around the border of the page instead of directly on it. It is great fun, so if you have small children in school go by Barnes and Noble, the library, or shop online but read Wow! School! I think you and your children will enjoy it, and so did the little girl who sat at the reading table with me.

Robert Neubecker (Author)Publisher: Hyperion (June 15, 2007)Ages Baby-Preschool

One Word Meme!

I've been tagged the one word Meme from my friend Christy at Christy’s Coffee Break who received it from Heather at Home With Heather. So far the creator of this meme's location is a mystery, but if they're found, I will be happy to link this post!

Thank you Christy for thinking of me!
Here's the one word Meme!

Where is your cell Phone? None
Relationship? Big D
Your hair? Blond
Work? Writing
Your sister? None
Your favorite thing? books
Your dream last night? silly
Your favorite drink? Cola
Your dream car? Sports
The room you’re in? Office
Your Shoes? tennis
Your fears? Heights
What do you want to be in 10 years? Happy
Who did you hang out with this weekend? — Family
What are you not good at? — math
Muffin? — Blueberry
One of your wish list items? — diamonds
Where you grew up? — South
Last thing you did? — Cook
What are you wearing? — Pajamas
What aren’t you wearing? — shoes
Your pet? — Simon
Your computer? — Necessary
Your life? —different
Your mood? — fun
Missing? — grandmother
What are you thinking about right now? — friendship
Your car? — SUV
Your kitchen? — Small
Your summer? — Hot
Your favorite color? –Blue
Last time you laughed? Always
Last time you cried? week
School? time
Love? life

Here are my tags,

Sandee from Comedy Plus

Bob from bobbarama.com

Whimsy Gal from It's A Whimsical World

Dawn from Twisted Sister Totally Pissed Off!

Adrian from First Time Dad

I can't wait to read your words!


What Used To Live Under Your Bed, Or In Your Bedroom Closet ?

What used to live under your bed, or in your bedroom closet?

Was it a slimy creepy crawler, the image of a terrifying movie character, or something more horrifying? I asked this question with the idea of childhood memories, however, if you are an impressionable adult, the present will also apply.

When I was a child, I was afraid to close my eyes at bedtime, because I saw the face of the main character in the Phantom of the Opera when I did! A baby sitter let us watch an old version of the movie, and the main characters face stayed with me for many years! It was awful, my poor mother spent countless hours trying to convince me, that movie characters did not come to life, particularly not to visit little girls at bedtime! However, my mother was obviously wasting her time, since twenty something years later, I did the same thing with "Chucky". You know Chucky, that little demon low life doll, that came to life in the nineties?

What used to live under your bed, or in your closet? (Or is now, for that matter?)


Tuesday's Comments, " What is Your Favorite Dialogue In A Book or Movie?"

Here Are A Few Of The Answers in my Comments to my Tuesdays Question:

Every Tuesday evening, I review the answers to my Tuesday's Question in comments, then I choose three of my favorite responses to the question. I wish I could post everyones comments, but in an effort to create a level of apprehension and excitement, I only choose three, but I write a small blog review of each. My Thanks to everyone who participated, and remember, I'll post another question Tuesday, so if your selection wasn't chosen this week, maybe next week it will!

Have a great day and happy reading!

Here is my Question and Answer:

Which is, What is your favorite dialogue from a book or movie?

Here's mine, from the movie As Good As It Gets (1997)

"Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here."

Here are my first three selections:

Polliwogs Pond:

Polliwog’s pond, is the playground of the wonderful,self- proclaimed, oddball Mother of six, Polli , who says the blog is her way to stay sane! The warm title picture of a frog on a Lillie pad, nicely invites you into her world. Polli has plenty of fun, well written, and entertaining, posts. A writer with a caring and articulate voice, that you can tell cares about her readers and people in general. Read Polliwogs Pond when you can get the chance, you will make a return visit.

In response to my question," What is your favorite dialogue in a movie or book,” here is Polli’s comment,

Great fun Ann!

Some of my favorite dialogs from books and movies.

From The Cable Guy (1996)

Steven: Can I get a knife or fork?
Wench: There were no utensils in medieval times, hence there are no utensils AT Medieval Times. Would you like a refill on that Pepsi?
Steven: There were no utensils but there was Pepsi?
Wench: Dude, I got a lot of tables.


From Bridges of Madison County

Robert Kincaid: This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime.

I picked this selection strictly due to its romantic nature!

Thank again Polli-

Comedy Plus:

My next blog is returning winner, and good friend, Sandee with Comedy Plus, and I didn't choose her because she gave me an award. I choose her selection for the same exact reason I did Polli 's! There's just something about these guys! You'll see what I mean when you read the selection, but first, here's a little about Comedy Plus.

Comedy Plus is a hilarious, warm, crazy, smart, upbeat and up market, comedy blog! All of Comedy Plus, is warm and smart and most definitely hilarious! One trip, and I promise you'll most certainly leave happy, and then quickly return for more!

Here's Sandee's comment,

Clark Gable (Rhett) in Gone With the Wind:

I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for. None of the fools you've ever know have kissed you like this, have they? Your Charles, or your Frank, or your stupid Ashley!

I have to put in his other one too:

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

Yep, quite a guy!

Whimsy Gal

My last but certainly not least blogger is, Whimsy gal, from Whimsical Web Design one of the most creative and fun sites I’ve seen in some time. Frustrated with trying to hire others to design her web site, she decided to do it herself, and she does a great job of it. She designs web sites, draws graphics, and writes some of the funniest articles in the blogssphere! If you haven’t been there already, go read her web site as well as her blog it’s great!

Here's Whimsey Gal’s comment:

Ok, I'll play :) This is fun. My favorite movie quote has to depend on my mood of the day - today's is sarcastic LOL!

"Are you with me or do you need me to draw it in crayon like usual?"
from the movie ConAir

Awesome idea - can't wait to see what everyone turns in :) Thanks!

August 14, 2007 3:44 PM

I picked Whimsy Gals comment due to it's rolling on the floor laughing funny charm!

Thanks to everyone who played along with my silliness, and I'm glad I ask you questions, after all if you can't ask your friends, then can you ask?

Have a super fantastic day, and be double decker sure to have a good time! :))


Nice Matters Award! It Makes A Big Difference!

My good friend Sandee from Comedy Plus, send me an e-mail that said she was awarding me the "Nice Matters" award, given to her by Bridget from And Miles To Go Before We Sleep and Express Bee from Muffin. 53 I think it is a great name for an award, and it’s so true, nice really does matter, and make a big difference!

I think I had an angel visit this week since some great things have happened to me. First, my good friend Christy from Christy's Coffee Break and Writers Reviews added me as the co-author on her poetry site, A Hint of Poetry. Then the blog fairy paid me a visit, (sorry Bob) and now this! This has been one of the nicest weeks on my calendar this whole year!

There are so many nice bloggers who have been great to me, and I’m the one getting the nice award? I'm on cloud nine, in the company of great friends, who also believe that nice matters! Your friends have so much to do with your attitude and in turn, you have so much to do with theirs.

The bloggers creating these awards understand the difference we all make, they are the diamonds in the rough, and in every community, they magically show up when we need them.

The bloggers who are given awards, and then passing them on, in addition to sharing a kind word everyday, are making nice matter.

By encouraging niceness, we are empowering each other to live with a positive outlook, and sparking the interest of those who live in a bad mood. It’s harder to be kind when treated unkindly, but at the same time it's hard to be unkind when treated kindly, so it helps when someone is setting a positive example.

For instance, when someone is unkind, if you return the unkindness with a nice word or positive energy, it makes it hard for them to continue being nasty, thereby destroying the opportunity for a negative reaction.

The giving of these positive awards, including this one, supports the positive and kind atmosphere within the blogging community. If the atmosphere is positive and giving, and we're rewarding positive attributes, we're creating a nice place in the world, or to use one of my favorite sayings, A Nice Place In The Sun!

Of course I’m supportive of that idea! Here are the bloggers that I believe make nice matter, either in the blogging community or out in the world we live in-

Christy, From Christy’s Coffee Break
Ellen, from Non-Profit Communication blog

Winston, Eat Your Maths
Monday Morning Power
Kissing The Dogwood

When you are a recipient of the Nice Matters Award, please pass on the niceness, to

five blogs you think are nice and linking back to the blog who passed it to you!

Thank you again, Sandee at Comedy Plus and the blogger responsible for such an outstanding award, and thank you to all my other blogger friends who always make nice matter, I know who you are!

Hooray, It's Time For Another Tuesday Question!

Welcome to A Nice Place In The Sun's third edition of Tuesdays Question! Every Tuesday I ask a question of my readers, friends, and fellow bloggers hoping for an answer in comments, and so far every Tuesday I've had one. Last weeks three winners were,Bob with Bobbarama.comEllen with The Non-Profit Communication Blog and Sandee with Comedy Plus.

Congratulations again bloggers and I hope you'll also answer this weeks question.

Which is, What is your favorite dialogue from a book or movie?

Here's mine, from the movie As Good As It Gets (1997)

"Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here."

If you're wondering why you should take part in this silliness, its because I review the blogs with the best answers, and I only pick three! The blog review includes a link back to your site in addition to your answer posted with Wednesday's post. I'll work real hard on your blogs review so be sure and choose your answers carefully! Thanks for reading and have fun! I hope you'll humor me with a response. :))


Anne Fords On Their Own

Parenting is the most important challenge of any parents life, a never ending job. The challenges are often overwhelming, especially for the parent whose child is diagnosed with ADHD and other learning disabilities.

After receiving the diagnosis of a learning disability parents have many questions, the biggest of which is how their children will ever live On Their Own. How will they learn to live a happy and productive life? How will they find employment or ever truly be self sufficient?

These questions and more are one of the reasons why Anne Fords personal experience is an essential read, especially since in On Their Own she remembers asking those questions herself. In addition, the book is full of informative chapters covering every imaginative avenue and valuable resource available for this disability.

Written with John-Richard Thompson, On Their Own is Anne Fords second book based on her and her daughter Allegra's personal journey. A wonderful family guide full of useful information derived from the compassionate spirit of a good mother and writer.

Rearing a child with ADHD and other learning disabilities, is a lonely and frightening experience Anne Ford has written already, in her first book Laughing Allegra, she vividly recounts every detail of her reaction to a teacher’s insensitive description of her daughter, Allegra’s “problem.”

In the introduction for On Their Own, Anne remembers writing about her long painful journey in Laughing Allegra. She goes on to explain her book tour after the publication of the book. While on a book tour for Laughing Allegra she discovered many of the parents at the LD conferences such as the ones hosted by the National Disabilities Association, were facing many of the same challenges she had, and were grateful to her for telling “their story.” She also noticed on the book tour that the parents at these events were not just parents of small children but also the parents of high school students and older. She then realized that she was not as alone as she thought, in addition to discovering the fact that the challenge never leaves, but instead it is a battle you deal with everyday.

The introduction describes the events that lead Anne to write, On Their Own and how Laughing Allegra motivated her to join such organizations as the National Center for Learning Disabilities, first as a member then as Chairman of the board. On Their Own also addresses the universal fears shared by all parents of children with ADHD and other learning disabilities. All Parents share a concern for their children’s future, even parents whose children do not suffer from learning disabilities. We all worry, prepare our children for the future, and help our adult children when they reach adulthood.

On Their Own is full of useful information, beginning with signs and symptoms of the disability, to making friends, siblings, and even dating. The third part of the book covers graduating from High school, the transition to college, college testing and finding a job.

Sections 4 and 5 of the book, inform parents about motivating their adult child with ADHD and LD, as well as opportunities for employment. The last section follows with life concerns, medications, and estate planning. Anne wraps up her warm-hearted account of a loving mothers in depth personal journey, with the personal accounts of prominent people who have suffered from a learning disability, however moved forward to build successful careers.

For example, the last chapter starts with an introduction by Betsy Morris, and follows through with chapters by former Governor of West Virginia Gaston Caperton, and Charles Schwab Founder, Chairman, and CEO of Charles Schwab and company.

If you are coping with a child of any age with ADHD regardless of age, Anne’s Ford’s Laughing Allegra and On Their Own are a must have for your family's bookshelf.


What Happened To The Paper Bag?

What happened to the paper bag?

Why are grocery stores only using plastic bags?

A long time ago cashiers in grocery stores asked if you wanted a paper or plastic bag after you bought your groceries. Although where I live I'm afraid that shipped has sailed! Our grocery stores give you a flimsy plastic bag that barely holds enough groceries for Stuart Little! In addition, the groceries fall out of the bag and onto the floorboard of the car when you're driving down the road! The plastic bags seem heavier and they're awkward to carry, regardless of the handles. For instance, you can't put your hand under a plastic bag and support the contents, so you're forced to carry them by the handle and they’re still flimsy. I know you’re supposed to like the convenience of carrying more than one bag at a time but I don’t think it’s worth it. I would rather put more in the bag and carry two at a time. The handles aren’t that useful anyway unless you want to wrap a few around your arm and carry them at the same time.

Also for some reason, we miscalculate the amount plastic bags will hold thereby increasing our likelihood of splattered eggs on the kitchen floor! That is if the groceries even survive the ride home since plastic bags haven’t any loyalty to anyone. For example, do you think that a plastic bag is going to care if your groceries fall out on the way home?

Paper bags are friendlier, and they wouldn't allow your groceries to tumble about in the back seat or trunk of your car. Every time, I've used a plastic bag I hear my groceries rolling around on the floorboard while I'm driving, since the plastic bag has let them run around untamed in the backseat! It makes me so mad! I imagine the cheese saying to the bread and the bread to the peanut butter, “Run! We were in a plastic bag and now we are free! Whoopee!”

Then when you get home, you have to search under the seats and on the floorboard of your car to find your groceries while the cheese, the bread, and the peanut butter whisper to each other “sssh be quite and she will never find us” grateful they were not in a paper bag!

Although, I thought of this off the top of my head on the way home from the grocery store it is something I've thought about before. It’s just one of those questions we all think about and haven’t the time to investigate. We accept what we think is a fact or valid explanation since we're too busy to check it out, then we go about our business. When we put these questions in the back of our mind it seems our life will be easier, when in fact it makes our lives harder. Plastic grocery bags could be an advantage to few and a disadvantage to plenty but we are too busy to find out so again we accept it. Hence, I ‘ve always assumed there must be an answer for plastic bags until it became a huge personal inconvenience. In addition, I thought the grocery stores switched to plastic bags because they were better for the environment however I've found that isn't the case.

Maybe it’s because one size fits all or the fact that plastic bags are cheaper to make (probably) but it seems if we all got together, we could find someone to invent a better way to carry groceries. My son said that some people bring their own bags to shop with and I do remember seeing a man when I was a child ride his bike to the grocery store with a cloth bag for his groceries. . I think we need to start weaning off the plastic grocery bag and think about returning to the nostalgic and friendly mom and pop paper bag! It even came in different sizes and like I said would never let your groceries run wild in the back seat of your car! When I was a child, my siblings and I used to save the smaller size paper bags for marbles or candy or fill them with air and pop them to make a loud noise, etc...

The bottom line is I cannot understand why the grocery stores quit asking us if we would like a paper or plastic bag, don’t you think we should at least have a choice?


Seven Ps of Me

WVb A blog about everything and more created this meme called the 7 P's in an effort to learn more about the blogs they read on a regular basis.

My good friend Christy from Christy's Coffee Break tagged me and I am about to tag five blogs that I read on a regular basis and then they are going to choose five more and ... you get the idea!

Passion: children, reading, writing, family
Purpose: make a difference
Pursuit: my voice in children’s literature and A Nice Place In The Sun
Position: Children's picture books, blogger
Pummeling: poor attitude, negative energy, toxic personalities.
Progress: Happy with myself
Personality: Warm, fun, kind, happy .

Now the 5 blogs that I read on a regular basis besides Christy's are,

Bob at Bobbarama dot.com

Adrian at First Time Dad

Mel at Monday Morning Power.com
Sandee at Comedy PLus

Thank you again Christy for tagging me and thank you WVb for creating some blog fun!

I would like to thank the readers I didn't tag I will get you next time!

Have a Great Day Everyone!

The Blue Ribbon Blogger Award

The illusive blog fairy honored me with the blue ribbon blogger award! I was down in an unusual way today when I noticed a message in my message box on MyBlogLog from the blog fairy!

It was the kindest message: “Congratulations! You have touched people with your writing. You are a blue-ribbon blogger!

When I was a child, my brothers and I used to catch lightening bugs in mason pickle jars in my grandmothers backyard. We let them go of course, but before we did we would watch them in the jar for a few minutes. I wondered if they were friends with any fairies.

There is an innate goodness about the idea of fairies and the mystical magic they represent. I wished they were more than a dream and now I know that they are! The blog fairy is one incarnation of that dream. I wonder what else may be in store since fairies help us realize our dreams and therefore help us make them come true.

When I went to the blog fairy’s web site and copied this from her profile, "I keep watch over all the blogs and bloggers in the vast blogosphere. It is my joy to shine light on those that show love and kindness and to honor them." Francesca Faerie is written as the name on that profile.

She also has this quote listed by Lynn Holland.

“Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels. But their magic sparkles in nature.” ~ Lynn Holland

Here is what Beatrice Potter thought of fairies,

"I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense...?”

Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896, from the National Trust collection.

Blog fairy thank you for reminding us of the fairies we knew in childhood, we have had them hidden within our grown-up hearts. Thank you for this honorable blue ribbon blogger award!


What Are Your Favorite Opening Lines In a Novel?

Last week, I decided to ask a different question in a post every Tuesday, choose what I thought were the best ones, and lick back to the blogs with the best comments. Everyone was a great sport especially my good friends who took the time to give well written answers! The comments from Sandee at Comedy Plus, Jos at NoDirectOn(not:NoDirection) and Winston at Eat Your Maths were spectacular ! These bloggers did a great job, and deserve a really nice place in the sun! However it is now your turn! All you have to do is answer the following question in comments!

I will judge the authors answers on effort, style, originality, and phrasing! However, since this particular question pertains to a literary quote, the judging will only include original idea and effort !

I can't wait to see the talent roll in! Good luck and Thank you !

The best answers will post tomorrow along with a link back, comment on your response, and small review of your blog! This Tuesdays Question is:

What are your favorite opening lines in fiction? You can pick any novel it does not have to be a classic.

Here are mine from The Prince Of Tides, by Pat Conroy

"My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call. I grew up slowly beside the tides and marshes of Colleton; my arms were tawny and strong from working long days on the shrimp boat in the blazing South Carolina heat."

In an effort to maintain a level of apprehension and excitement, I've limited the best or winning selections to three. In other words, only three comments will be posted with a link and blog review, so choose your lines carefully! And thank you for playing! :))

If you have any questions at all please feel free to ask in my comments. :))


Do You Remember Your First Day Of School?

At the end of every summer, I think of the children who will began their first year of school that year, and remember what a hard job it can be.

If you have a child starting school this year, try to relate by sharing your first day of school. Since we all like to know that someone knows how we feel, especially our parents. This is what I remember...

I wondered why Mrs. Day, my first grade teacher, turned her head from side to side when she walked. I remember her head tossing, her name, and the fact that she told her first grade students we could so anything, even write books when we grew up.

Before the first day of school, my mother brought me on a school visit to meet her and tour the school. Mrs. Day let me pick out my desk and put my name on the front so everyone would know my name. The three of us were the only people in the classroom that day, so my mother and I had my new teachers undivided attention. While my mother spoke to Mrs. Day, I sat at my desk and put my favorite book, a few of my brothers pencils, and a plastic Piglet toy from a cracker jack box in the inside. I will never forget Piglet. I brought him everywhere. The little plastic pig knew all of my secrets, and I tried to talk to him without Mrs. Day or my mother seeing me talk to a toy, though I think they did anyway since they keep looking over in my direction and whispering in grown-up, secret voices. As their conversation rolled along, I decided to leave the little toy inside for safe keeping, and make sure Mrs. Day remembered I picked that particular desk. The desk did wear my name, but it was the best one and someone else may pick it before the next day. It was a shiny tan color and a shade lighter than the other desks. Mrs. Day was attentive and kind, and asked me what my favorite books were, and if I had a dog, etc. She seemed focused on making me happy, and I began to get excited about my first day of school.

The following morning, I moaned while my mother combed the tangles out of my hair and my brothers made faces. The younger of which was complaining of having to watch me on the bus and walk me to my classroom. Every time my brother said, “I don’t want to walk her to class, mom, she’s bad!” my mother would brush MY hair harder! When I said “Mom, ouch!” she brushed it harder still. So by the time I got on the bus I had a sore head in addition to my brother’s comforting sneers. When I got off the bus my brother ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction of me and my classroom. He disappeared, the bell rang, and I was alone. I looked at the ugly red leotards on my legs, put my hand to my sore head, and cried.

Finally the principal found me wailing in the hallway and I joined the other wailers in my first grade classroom. I’m not kidding; when my teacher opened the door, I heard nothing but the sound of wails. It was like a "wailing for attention" contest! It was a real drama, although I could not be bothered, all I wanted was my desk, my books, and Piglet. Mrs. Day said, "Look class, here's Ann. Hello Ann."

But they were still wailing, and she led me to another desk in the corner of the room! It was a big desk with a big, ugly, dark brown top and no Piglet inside! Where were my books ? Where was Piglet? My eyes stung from the sudden impact of tears, until I could not last any longer...

Suddenly the whole classroom was one big wail for all!

(This is the reason my son’s teachers never had to explain what the Kleenex on the materials list is used for!)

Incidentally, I spent my first day of school (and many weeks after) convincing my new friends that I was not a cry baby. I also spent this time trying to find Piglet. I wanted my desk and books back, and even though the pencils belonged to my brothers, I wanted them back too. I do remember getting the desk I wanted but Piglet wasn’t found until the end of the year, when he miraculously showed up in the lost and found!

Well, maybe he made another child happy in the meantime. Do you remember your first day of school?

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