...I'm pregnant!!!
Whoo-hoo! I'm due April 10th and I'm really happy about the timing. Check it out...
Me~born Oct '76 Cody (lil bro)~born April '79
Mickey~born Oct '06 Baby H~will show up April '09
Things like that just make me go WHEEEEEEEEE!!!!! :D
OK, now for our winner!!!
Random Integer Generator
Here are your random numbers:7
Timestamp: 2008-09-08 22:45:00 UTC
Which means that Kay, you are my winner!!! E-mail me your mailing address and I'll get the book out to you! Congrats!!!
And, thanks everyone else for all the well wishes! I'm really excited and a little nervous. We get to hear the heartbeat on Thursday! I can't wait and I really hope they find it right away. :)
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
It's Time for Guessing!!
Post your guesses here and I'll pick someone tomorrow evening! The winner will get a copy of Paper, Scissors, Death by Joanna Campbell Slan!
ps-if you've already guessed on a previous post, I'll count that! :D
ps-if you've already guessed on a previous post, I'll count that! :D
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Today's clue!
Not that I really need to be giving more clues!!! You all are great guessers!!!
Clue #3
CRAVINGS!!!
Clue #3
CRAVINGS!!!
Goodbye and Hello, Baby!
By Joanna Campbell Slan
Talk about your seesawing emotions.
The end of last month, my husband David and I were down in Florida, dropping our only child off at college. It took all the strength and will in my body to give Michael that last hug and walk away. Florida is such a long, long way away from St. Louis. I wished I’d never let him turn in that application!
But then again. He and the college were a perfect fit. We could tell from halfway through our tour.
But I stood on that doorsill and I hesitated. He’s nineteen, but he’s still my baby. Finally, my husband took my hand and we moved into the hall. I prayed as I walked away from Michael’s dorm room, “Dear Lord, don’t let me burst into tears.”
I made it to the car. We drove three miles away and then I started crying in those big, gulping sobs you NEVER hear in the movies. No starlet would EVER make that kind of unhuman sound. You would have thought someone was ripping my guts out because, well, they were. My arms flashed back to my son as a little boy, when he’d have trouble sleeping and we’d spoon together. The smell of his hair—that lovely combination of baby shampoo and busy boy—came back to me. And I literally howled with pain. In fact, I was so upset that I worried someone would think David had car-jacked me and call the cops.
Right as we got to the city limits, my cell phone rang.
“We have a baby,” said my sister Meg. She was calling from the delivery room of the hospital.
My niece Lexie had given birth to Skyler Logan Campbell right about the time we’d walked out of Michael’s dorm room. David and I drove up the highway and were there in time to hold our family’s newest addition when he was less then three hours old.
I didn’t tell Lexie how fast the years would go. She wouldn’t believe me. I didn’t believe it when people told me. And yeah, let’s be candid, there are a couple of stages where you think your kid will NEVER change, NEVER grow up. Like the mom I talked to today at my first book signing. She told me that her son was resisting all efforts to be potty trained. I still remember what the pediatrician told me: “No one ever goes to college wearing pull-ups.”
But I knew she wouldn’t believe that. So instead I just smiled to myself.
Life’s like that. There’s so much you have to discover by yourself.
And isn’t that just GRAND?
**
To read an excerpt from Paper, Scissors, Death by Joanna Campbell Slan, go to www.youpublish.com/joannaslan
To order your copy—complete with a coupon for 50 Free Digital Prints—go to http://www.amazon.com/Paper-Scissors-Death-Lowenstein-Scrap-N-Craft/dp/0738712507/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1220378229&sr=8-1pattimar
Talk about your seesawing emotions.
The end of last month, my husband David and I were down in Florida, dropping our only child off at college. It took all the strength and will in my body to give Michael that last hug and walk away. Florida is such a long, long way away from St. Louis. I wished I’d never let him turn in that application!
But then again. He and the college were a perfect fit. We could tell from halfway through our tour.
But I stood on that doorsill and I hesitated. He’s nineteen, but he’s still my baby. Finally, my husband took my hand and we moved into the hall. I prayed as I walked away from Michael’s dorm room, “Dear Lord, don’t let me burst into tears.”
I made it to the car. We drove three miles away and then I started crying in those big, gulping sobs you NEVER hear in the movies. No starlet would EVER make that kind of unhuman sound. You would have thought someone was ripping my guts out because, well, they were. My arms flashed back to my son as a little boy, when he’d have trouble sleeping and we’d spoon together. The smell of his hair—that lovely combination of baby shampoo and busy boy—came back to me. And I literally howled with pain. In fact, I was so upset that I worried someone would think David had car-jacked me and call the cops.
Right as we got to the city limits, my cell phone rang.
“We have a baby,” said my sister Meg. She was calling from the delivery room of the hospital.
My niece Lexie had given birth to Skyler Logan Campbell right about the time we’d walked out of Michael’s dorm room. David and I drove up the highway and were there in time to hold our family’s newest addition when he was less then three hours old.
I didn’t tell Lexie how fast the years would go. She wouldn’t believe me. I didn’t believe it when people told me. And yeah, let’s be candid, there are a couple of stages where you think your kid will NEVER change, NEVER grow up. Like the mom I talked to today at my first book signing. She told me that her son was resisting all efforts to be potty trained. I still remember what the pediatrician told me: “No one ever goes to college wearing pull-ups.”
But I knew she wouldn’t believe that. So instead I just smiled to myself.
Life’s like that. There’s so much you have to discover by yourself.
And isn’t that just GRAND?
**
To read an excerpt from Paper, Scissors, Death by Joanna Campbell Slan, go to www.youpublish.com/joannaslan
To order your copy—complete with a coupon for 50 Free Digital Prints—go to http://www.amazon.com/Paper-Scissors-Death-Lowenstein-Scrap-N-Craft/dp/0738712507/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1220378229&sr=8-1pattimar
Thursday, September 4, 2008
More on Joanna Campbell Slan!
Here's a little bit of background info about Joanna from her Press Kit. (How cool is it that I got sent a press kit?!??!?!) :D
Joanna Campbell Slan is the author of several nonfiction books, seven of which are specifically on scrapbooking. As soon as her son got his driver’s license, Slan broke free from the carpool lane and pursued her lifelong dream of writing a novel. Naturally, she wrote about what she knows best, scrapbooking and motherhood with a slight off center twist. The result was Paper, Scissors, Death: A Kiki Lowensein Scrap-N-Craft Mystery.
Slan grew up in tiny Vincennes (IN). She attended Ball State University where she worked fulltime at a pet shop, edited the student magazine, freelanced for the campus newspaper, and wrote a column for the Muncie (IN) Star to fund her education. She graduated cum laude with a degree in journalism and a minor in psychology.
Exploring all aspects of the communications field, Slan took a variety of jobs including positions in newspaper, radio, and public relations. She won a Silver Anvil, Public Relations Society of America’s highest honor, for her work on FarmAid, taught public relations at Illinois State University, hosted a television talk show, wrote speeches for corporate executives, and traveled the globe as a motivational speaker. Sharing Ideas Magazine has named her on of the country’s top 25 professional Speakers. Additionally, Slan is one of the early Chicken Soup for the Soul authors.
In 2004, Slan founded a contest for scrapbookers in the U.K. called “the Best of British Scrapbooking,” which still runs today. In 2007, she co-founded Sisters in Crime’s Forensic university of St. Louis.
Joanna Campbell Slan, her husband David, and her son Michael live in a suburb of S. Louis with their two dogs. Visit her online at www.JoannaCampbellSlan.com
She sounds pretty cool, don't you think? I do have to say that I can tell that she is a really nice person from all her email correspondence. Very sweet!
Oh, and here is clue number two!!!
TIRED
Joanna Campbell Slan is the author of several nonfiction books, seven of which are specifically on scrapbooking. As soon as her son got his driver’s license, Slan broke free from the carpool lane and pursued her lifelong dream of writing a novel. Naturally, she wrote about what she knows best, scrapbooking and motherhood with a slight off center twist. The result was Paper, Scissors, Death: A Kiki Lowensein Scrap-N-Craft Mystery.
Slan grew up in tiny Vincennes (IN). She attended Ball State University where she worked fulltime at a pet shop, edited the student magazine, freelanced for the campus newspaper, and wrote a column for the Muncie (IN) Star to fund her education. She graduated cum laude with a degree in journalism and a minor in psychology.
Exploring all aspects of the communications field, Slan took a variety of jobs including positions in newspaper, radio, and public relations. She won a Silver Anvil, Public Relations Society of America’s highest honor, for her work on FarmAid, taught public relations at Illinois State University, hosted a television talk show, wrote speeches for corporate executives, and traveled the globe as a motivational speaker. Sharing Ideas Magazine has named her on of the country’s top 25 professional Speakers. Additionally, Slan is one of the early Chicken Soup for the Soul authors.
In 2004, Slan founded a contest for scrapbookers in the U.K. called “the Best of British Scrapbooking,” which still runs today. In 2007, she co-founded Sisters in Crime’s Forensic university of St. Louis.
Joanna Campbell Slan, her husband David, and her son Michael live in a suburb of S. Louis with their two dogs. Visit her online at www.JoannaCampbellSlan.com
She sounds pretty cool, don't you think? I do have to say that I can tell that she is a really nice person from all her email correspondence. Very sweet!
Oh, and here is clue number two!!!
TIRED
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Guest Blogger Friday!!!
Since I've been such a bad blogger lately, I've decided to outsource my blogging!
Just kidding! :D
But, I will have a guest blogger the day after tomorrow! Joanna Slan, the author of Paper, Scissors, Death will be blogging here for me Friday.
I'll post a little more about Joanna tomorrow! :D
I will also be giving away a copy of her book, paper, Scissors, Death this weekend! All you have to do to enter is to make a guess as to what my big surprise is! I'll post clues, starting today, and I'll open it up for guessing on Sunday!
OK, here's the first clue:
HAPPY
Just kidding! :D
But, I will have a guest blogger the day after tomorrow! Joanna Slan, the author of Paper, Scissors, Death will be blogging here for me Friday.
I'll post a little more about Joanna tomorrow! :D
I will also be giving away a copy of her book, paper, Scissors, Death this weekend! All you have to do to enter is to make a guess as to what my big surprise is! I'll post clues, starting today, and I'll open it up for guessing on Sunday!
OK, here's the first clue:
HAPPY
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