I drive your truck… I hope you don’t mind.

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If you want to listen to a song that is real to the very last word of it, listen to I drive your truck, by Lee Brice. I was reading a book on creative writing and one of the excersizes was to listen to your favorite song and feel what they want you to feel and write about it. Well that’s not my favorite song, but it’s one of them and when I listen to it I can see every single scene as plain as watching it on TV.

I know those country roads he burnt up. I know the field he tore up to let loose the pain he felt. I can smell the black dirt flying in the air as he spins the truck around and around.  In one line he says his mom asked if he had been to visit his friend’s grave. He says, “That stone ain’t where I feel you anyway!” That’s raw, real emotion that exposes the heart of the song.

I just love the images the song produces. “89 cents in the ashtray. A 1/2 empty Gatorade on the seat. Cowboy boots and a Go Army shirt folded in the back.” That’s fantastic imagery that every writer hopes to make their readers see. I know I strive to make my readers see what I see. It’s so plain, yet so powerful!

“All the pain is a cloud of dust. I drive your truck, I hope you don’t mind.” Man that is so awesome. What a greatly written song!

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Adventure seekers welcome

Ok so now when I say adventure your mind probably travels somewhere tropical with lots of jungle or lots of water and swarming sharks.  Or maybe it travels to the top of a snow-covered mountain and your holding a snowboard or climbing gear almost nearing the top.  Or maybe even still your inside of a speeding race car rounding the next corner.

Well I am not an ordinary adventure seeker.  We just got another rabbit.  And I ordered chickens.  And I looked at another cat today.  And decided to get a female companion for the male rabbit.  Busy day?  That is an understatement.  Not enough adventure for you?  Well it’s plenty for me.  We have 3 children and with all of those animals I expect the hi-jinx  to increase 10 fold.

buddy Our new Mini Lop – Buddy.  Who is not mini in any sense of the word!

chickensOur new fancy chickens – something Belgian – De Fleur

We lost Stella who was our first rabbit.  She was pure white with pink/red eyes.  She was great.  But in a thunderstorm her latch on her cage broke and she bolted.  6 days later the neighbor called and said he saw her in their yard.  Mitch bought a live trap and they almost caught her, but her wild instincts kicked in and we haven’t seen her since.  I am sure she’s now getting ready to have babies even though my husband doesn’t think she would cross breed with a wild hare.

Ha!  Anyway…bunnies kissing

So now we will become rabbit and chicken farmers.  Maybe by next summer we can get a goat!  Ooohhh, can you say BIG adventure.  Hahaha!  Have a great day!

 

Dreams can come true!

cup of coffee and flower!

I am so excited to start a new adventure with Harlequin.com.  There is so much support and such great opportunity with them.  The challenges are realistic, the goals attainable and the benefits will help me grow into the writer I aspire to be.  Already the juices of creativity have begun to stir.  Every day, one day at a time, one hour at a time the written word will be captured for future readers to enjoy.  I hope and pray some of those words will be mine!

The first challenge:  Strangers on a train.  Stay tuned for a sneak peek as soon as I submit it!

Firefly code, a frog song! Poetry by KarLynn

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We have been enjoying the most beautiful and glorious evenings of late.  We do not have a very long summer, so anytime it is extra enjoyable we try to soak it all up!  The fireflies are extremely active right now.  I wrote a little poem about them.  And if you know me you know my affinity for frogs, so I added a couple of lines about them too!

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Flash of green

Flash of yellow

Here no There!

Are the flashes in sync?

Do they relay a message?

mesmerized by motion

dark becomes magic

Enter a frog orchestra

Chirp, Croak, Chirp, Croak

Dark encompasses

with nothing visible by eye

Sound becomes my soul sense

except for the flash

Here no There!

I saw this sign on Facebook of course,

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I saw this sign on Facebook of course, I am sure it’s been everywhere, but this year in Minnesota it’s the honest to God truth!  We came back from a little vacation in Las Vegas and my kids have been feeding the mosquitos very well!  My little pumpkin looks like she has contracted the chicken pox, poor thing.

We always seem to have the worst mosquitos where I live.  It’s deep in the woods and extremely humid here.  There is lots of grass and of course delicate new skin from the kids to feed on.  They love that.  They don’t bother me as much, probably because I am just used to them or my skin is old and leathery and difficult for them to chew through.  Who knows.  I just wish they would let up a little.  It’s making it impossible to go to the lake.  Not to mention we will have to take out a small loan soon to pay for Cortizone and repellent.  Have a bug free day!

She’s ranting about something or another again!

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I read this morning that pride is the devils way.  With this in mind right now I will not toot my own horn.  God is really watching over me today.  I was about to brag about what just happened and as I started to type the lesson I read popped into my head.  Thank you Jesus!

Anyway, I will write about some things that are on my heart today.  I have my homepage open up to Yahoo, because that’s where my email is from.  I am saddened every time I open it and see all of the negative headlines.  What is happening in our world today is very real, I get it, but do we have to know about every single bad thing that is going on in every single household, city, rural area and beyond?  I don’t think so.

We have been without the luxury of “real” TV at our house for quite some time now.  And by “real” TV I mean no satellite, no cable, no antenna, just what we can see from the internet and most of that are kids shows.  I bring this up, because if you have read my blog before you know I was addicted to reality TV.  Not just a little, like full-blown want to know what is going on in all of those people’s lives and lived to know it.  I think I may have been suffering from a little bit of crazy, but whatever.  Now I can read about it or watch it online if I so choose and I so choose not to!  It’s irritating how much we can find out about someone from the computer and who knows if it’s even true.  Is the computer more reliable than The National Inquirer.  It seems to me they are cut from the same cloth, except now they have more ways to make people look crazy, fat, like they are having an affair, or whatever they want, really.  Ok, ok off my soapbox I go.  I know I probably went a little deep, but does that hurt once in a while?

I am so glad our family has chosen to live a little bit of a simpler life.  I am not saying we are moving back to the 1900’s or anything, but some people in the “Hollywood” circle might think so.  Live unplugged for a day here and there.  It’s liberating!

I have found a Minnesota treasure

The book Quiet Magic by Sam Cook is a compilation of his news paper columns. I have just enjoyed every simple word in the book. I see what he sees when he is in the woods or out in his yard. He is writing from the Iron Range and since I had previously visited and fallen in love with the area I can relate to what he is writing about. It seems that he and his “sweetheart” as he calls her keep a house in the city(it doesn’t say, but I think Duluth). And he travels around hunting, fishing and visiting everyone with a remote cabin in the area. He talks about Wisconsin as well.

I think I feel close to his work, because he emits the same feelings for me as I would like to emit for my readers.  He talks about sitting in the Fall in the woods and waiting for a single leaf to let loose from a tree.  I know that feeling.  We had a hammock set up between two tall trees which was surrounded by several other large trees.  If I laid still and looked up it was like being in a cave of leaves.  The sun peaked through the small opening in the top.  I loved to watch the leaves dance and sing away the afternoon.  These simple pleasures are the reason we moved back here.  And although my husband does not share my enthusiasm for all of the outdoor activities we still manage to have a little fun here and there.

I feel rejuvenated after reading this book.  It’s been a long cold Winter, but Spring is right around the corner.

A pilot?

My current mode of transportation sounds more like a prop plane taking off on our driveway than my sporty little green Honda. Do you think I can send a bill to the county for a new muffler? I wish they would plow before the road has to be driven on. I guess that’s the price we pay for living in the toolies!

That Darn Economy!

Maybe her Grandmother knew it would be their last Thanksgiving together.

Suddenly Sheila shook herself out of her trance.  She grabbed for the little pink towel that hung from the pure white pole in her perfectly orderly bathroom.  She gazed around the white tiled room that had nothing out of place.  Her toothbrush stood at attention in the cup made for it.  Her toothpaste lay with the cap in tact in the medicine cabinet out of sight.  Not even a water spot was found on the sink or mirror.  Everything in her life exuded order.

Boys…

I really can’t even believe my blessings.  For the longest time I thought I wouldn’t have children then we were blessed with Ben.  Seven years later God answered my prayers and coincidentally the prayers of women in my church group, The Ladies of the Round Table.  Along came mister Zander.  Well now I am expecting again and Zander is only 8 months old.  It’s hard for me to make it real yet, but I know it is.  We are going to have 3 children in our family and I have to admit the task seems a little daunting at times.  But I know that God is by my side and I am surrounded by friends and family that love me and Mitch and my kids, so we will be fine. 

Thank you Heavenly Father for the gifts you bless my life with each and every day on this earth.  Another day on earth is a blessing in itself, but you have overflown my cup and I praise you for this!