Here’s Mo, pretending to be a monkey.
Here’s Mo, pretending to be a monkey.
I was going to blog about something completely different tonight. However, I got side tracked and just had to go check out more of Stephenie Meyer’s website, and I got busy going through her playlists. Between that and being a Mommy to a newborn and a boisterous four year old, I just couldn’t get to what I wanted to write about. I have this ongoing list in my head regarding a slew of topics I’ve yet to cover which I promise I will get to…eventually. However, tonight I’m just going to quickly discuss my latest obsession… I just finished reading Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn, I highly recommend that you pick up all four copies as soon as you can. TRUST me, you will fall in love with them as I and countless other fans have.
As I was saying I was perusing through her author’s website, and thinking to myself what wouldn’t I give to have Edward’s power for just five minutes; so that I might be able to pick her brain, and get a glimpse inside the inner workings of her mind. It’s no easy feat for some one to create such moving characters that inspire and become a part of one’s being as they have for me. Initially a wonderful friend of mine was kind enough to loan each book to me. In doing so she gave me the spectacular gift of this potent love story. I must have had my head in the sand to not have figured out how freakin‘ awesome these books were sooner, I will however be forever grateful to her for guiding me into the Twilight! (One need only Google “Twilight Fan” to get an understanding at how many hopelessly adoring fans she has.) I am so taken with these novels that last Friday I went online to my friendly neighborhood bookstore and ordered all four books in hardcover for my own library. I suspect that by the time they arrive I will be ready to read them once more cover to cover. Take my advice – get your own copies! Do it TODAY!!
Stephenie Meyer’s acknowledgement of musical artists in her novels as being part of the inspiration that helped get her through her writer’s block piqued my interest and curiosity which is why I was back at her sight tonight. Some of the songs/artists are favorites of mine, but others I’d never heard of like Muse, so not only has she given me the gift of Edward and Bella*, but she’s also responsible for expanding my music tastes as well. I don’ think I have to tell you that I’m going to spend the next couple of days on iTunes expanding my playlists to include some of the songs I don’t already have on my video iPod. As I write this I’m listening to her playlist for Twilight, and as these songs conjure up images in my mind from the novel I’m reminded of the emotion I felt while reading these books as well. This can only lead me to speculate about the feelings they brought to her as she put the words onto paper. I’m amazed at how spot on these songs are with regards to the novels. I never really gave much thought as to what inspires an author; only paying attention to what I found inspirational, I think it’s cool to know what her inspiration behind her work was. I suppose it gives me that tiny glimpse I was hoping to see…
My next question. Will any of these songs appear on the Twilight Movie soundtrack? If the producers are smart they sure will be! The time is late, and my newborn is sleeping… as I should be.
* On Stephenie Meyer’s website she says that the inspiration for the name Isabella was the name she’d choose for a daughter if she ever had one, which is my girl name too! I think if I met her on the street somewhere we’d probably become BFFs!
I did not write this. I don’t know who did. I got it off of a friends page and wanted to share with all who read my blog….
I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around.
We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.
My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said,
‘This is the Receiving Section.’
Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are Received.’
I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.
Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.
The angel then said to me,
‘This is the Packaging and Delivery Section.’
Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them.’
I noticed again how busy it was there.
There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.
Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there,
idly doing nothing.
‘This is the Acknowledgment Section,’
My angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed.
‘How is it that there is no work going on here?’ I asked.
‘So sad,’ the angel sighed.
‘After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments ..’
‘How does one acknowledge God’s blessings?’ I asked.
‘Simple,’ the angel answered.
Just say, ‘Thank You, Lord.’
I asked,’What Blessings should they acknowledge?’
‘If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep, you are richer
than 75% of this world.’
‘If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish,you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.’
‘And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity.’
‘If you woke up this morning with more health than illness…
You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day.’
‘If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation..
You are ahead of 700 million people in the world.’
‘If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death, You are envied by and more blessed than three billion people in
‘If your parents are still alive and still married…You are very rare .’
‘If you can hold your head up and smile, You are not the norm, You’re unique to all those in doubt and despair.’
‘Ok, now what?’ ‘How can I start?’
If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing, Someone was thinking of you as very special and You are more blessed than over two billion
people in the world who cannot read at all.
Have a good day,Count your blessings,and If you want, pass this along just to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.
ATTN: Acknowledge Dept.:
‘Thank You Lord, for giving me the ability to share this message.’
It has officially been spring for a little over a month now, but its’ finally starting to look and feel like spring in my little spot of the world. I’ve quickly discovered that with the warm weather not only do bright blooms and green grass appear, but so do the bugs. Over the past couple of weeks I have become the “getter of bugs” if there’s a bug in the house my son will find it and call to me, “Mommy, come get the bug!” Eh??? Did I mention that I don’t particularly care for bugs; especially the kind with a bazillion legs, long antennae, and spiders. Shooing a fly or bumble bee is no problem for me, but the creepy crawlers… now that is another story all together. Yet, when my son calls me to come rescue a bug from the house, I do it in a calm matter of fact way. I have become the “getter of bugs”. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but at some point, this new role was given to me. I didn’t ask for it, but it is mine. I gladly accept.
Its funny how sometimes the most mundane tasks can be made fun, by the simplest of acts. I’ll tell you why. This afternoon, in between loads of laundry (five to be exact!) I was in search of a very elusive purple dragon. My son Michael first spotted the slippery guy last Thursday night with my husband while getting ready for bed. I personally hadn’t seen him until my son cried “Look Mommy! A purple dragon!” Well, I did what any self respecting person would do; I put down the socks, and got out my telescope (a.k.a. old paper towel roll) and got to work looking for his hiding place. I must say I was grateful for my little guy’s imagination, laundry day is so tedious, and how often does a purple dragon decide to hide in your home? So I abandoned the laundry for a bit, and scaled the walls peering through my telescope to see if I could find him. I had no luck with it, so Michael took over the telescope, and I followed behind. Within moments (lucky him), he spied the dragon underneath a freshly laundered and warm basket of colors. In he dove, giggling. I screeched of course, because that’s what Mom’s should do when a little boy dives into a clean basket of laundry right? After all it was laundry day and Mommy had 3 more loads still to do. In all honesty I don’t exactly have a laundry day per say…I just hadn’t done laundry in like a week and a half. So I quickly remembered who I was (a dragon finder in training) and abandoned the “freak out”, for a tickling match. After all, a load was in the rinse cycle and another was busy getting spun in the dryer… as much as the clean freak in me would love to write more about rinse cycles and fabric softener, I’m boring my self.
Back to the reason I’m writing… purple dragons. We searched high and low, but that didn’t seem to matter; we couldn’t find him. Sure we caught mere glimpses of him, underneath our front door rug and in Michael’s closet behind a play tent. We went up the stairs, and down chasing it. We ran around the sofa at least a dozen times. We even danced to Dan Zane’s Catch the Train, (Michael’s favorite song at the moment) thinking that he’d see how much fun we were having and would like to join in. Unfortunately, our attempt at trickery didn’t
work, he was much to clever. Finally when we were tired from running up and down the stairs, and back and forth from the kitchen to the living room, and dancing our hearts out like fools (Is there any other way? ) Mo spotted him flying out a window. I heard him say he was going for a hamburger and fries. “Mama, tell him I want ketchup with my ‘chench’ fries!” yelled Michael as we gazed at the horizon through his telescope trying to see a glimmer of his indigo scales. He must be eating a very big hamburger because he’s been gone for a few hours now, perhaps he’s fallen asleep for the night? I’m sure he’ll show up again to create mischief and mayhem, after all, isn’t that what purple dragons do best?
Here’s the lesson of the day folks: what would have been a very icky chore was made into quite a fun day thanks to Mo and a very slippery purple dragon!
Here I am back to write about Harry Potter’s final year at Hogwarts. I tried to put my thoughts into words earlier this week but failed miserably because I allowed my mind to get too boggled and I totally spazed out and went in a different direction than first intended.
My idea to write a blog about Harry’s senior year came to me in the middle of the night. I’d been awakened by my husband’s boisterous nose music. (a.k.a. snoring that could be heard down stairs) Since I couldn’t get back to sleep my mind got to work thinking about this and that and for some reason (I’m thinking it’s because I’d seen a movie preview.) H.P. came to mind. So my thoughts went to Harry and what adventures lay ahead for him, Hermione, and Ron at Hogworts. Will Lord Voldemort prevail? I doubt it, but I’m sure its going to be the fight of their lives. Is Snape a friend or foe? Will Draco Malfoy, follow in his father’s footsteps or become something worse or perhaps something better?Whatever J.K. Rowling has in store for us, I wait with baited breath. I’m so excited there are just fifty-six days that lie between me and my very own copy of Deathly Hollows. That’s a hop skip and a jump away from what’s sure to be a page turner. Yet my excitement is so truly bittersweet, because with each page I turn it will bring me closer to the end. No more breaking the rules, or snooping beneath the cover of his invisibility cloak. No more sweets from the candy cart, or Christmas sweaters from Ron’s mom. No more Hagrid, Dumbledore, or quidditch.Yet sure as I write this HP and all his adventures will continue to thrive in my home. I have a picture in my mind’s eye of Michael and I reading Harry’s adventures together perhaps from separate books or sharing the same one. I’m sure to enjoy his take on HP and what he thinks is going to happen next; and of course he won’t have to wait a year or two for the next installment. I’ll have them all here waiting for him to read at his leisure.
J.K.R. will be signing her books in London shortly after midnight on July 21. You can enter to win a pass to her private book signing at scholastic.com. I’ll definitely enter, for that once in a lifetime chance to not only meet this incredible weaver of magic and mystery but to have her sign one’s very own copy of Deathly Hollows. It’s a long shot for sure, but it’s still something nice for those that do win. Either way I’ll be in line waiting to get my preordered book into my possession on 21 July!
Until then! Happy Waiting!
There it is. Not quite as interesting as I thought it be. Perhaps I should have gotten up in the middle of the night and put pen to paper when my thoughts were fresh, because what I’ve written doesn’t seem the same, but it’ll suffice. I’m done with this topic until I get the darn book!
Something has been plaguing my mind for quite some time…
I can hold it in no longer. It is the mere and simple fact that the final volume in the Harry Potter (HP) series is due out this July. A mere two months away. I’ve contemplated this fact for well over a year now, but was comforted, because it was a ways off. However with this end so near upon me I feel the need to discuss my feelings.
Yes, you read correctly my feelings. Hello my name is Nicole, and I have very strong feelings about a book. However it’s not just any book. It’s the final. The end of an era so to speak. I’ve contemplated reading one page at a time, but I know that’s never going to work. That as soon as I get it in my hand it will be all I can do not to put it down. It’s bitter sweet and I am only a mere fan, a reader. I can’t imagine how JKR feels about it. Well actually I have a pretty good idea as I’ve read up on her feelings on her website.
I can’t be the only person in all the world of Harry Potter fanatics who feels this way. And I in no uncertain terms consider my self a crazed fanatic. FYI.
It’s just my love of books. A love I know my son has inherited so I have that to look forward to, one day reading HP with Michael. Its funny I even hope that he’ll have similar characteristics as HP… noble, honest, brave, a loyal friend, and a tad bit too mischievous. It’s altogether charming if I do say so my self. Oh dear, I’ve begun to ramble. Its just that I’ve got so much in my head that I want to say, and its not just about HP and his conclusion. It was jus the catalyst that that got me started on this thought process, thinking about all the books I’ve read, and those ones that have become true favorites, treasured copies, that I have read over at least once. It’s the first lines that draw me in. The characters for me become real almost. When I’m reading a good story, in my head I can picture them so clear it’s almost as if they were real. Consequences I guess of an over active imagination. I must say that I truly wish I could put this over active imagination of mind to good use and write something decent. The ever elusive (at least for me) idea, that perhaps, just perhaps, might lead to publishing, then one can really only dream a best seller. At least my son has inherited that from me as well. Just today he was freaking my husband out because he was talking about purple dragons and monsters. He’s only just turned 3. It’s really quite endearing. There I go again rambling. It’s just that when I think of writing anything, I immediately call to mind my favorite books. Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter…anything, Bridget Jones… anything. The Count of Monte Cristo, Dracula.
Well for a girl who dreams of writing the “great American novel” one day. She does so admire the British talent doesn’t she? Even now as I write this my own blog, I’m writing it and hearing a British accent in my head almost like a Kate Winslet. WEIRD. I guess it’s because I was and am thinking of Harry Potter and since they do live in England well what else is a Harry Potter blog suppose to sound like?
On Monday, March 19th I will have been a parent for three years (a bit longer if you count the nine months he was in my womb!) However, in the general scheme of things it’s really just a blink, in what I hope will be oh say… another 80 years of being his Mom. I have to say however that he’s taught me allot. Probably allot more than I’ve taught him.