It’s FREE! FREE, I tell you! No strings attached. A FREE Kindle download on AMAZON beginning at midnight tonight (official start of Black Friday through Sunday.)
In your PJ’s…fuzzy slippers…tattered robe….no makeup…sipping coffee…blurry eyed from turkey…you can download my book, I WILL NEVER…onto your Kindle FREE.
Just dig those toes deeper into those fuzzy slippers, start your download and smile. It’s just my Plain Jane way of wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving.
Or you can get 100 hard copies for Christmas gifts (but you need your credit card for that). I’m not picky.
You do whatever your little fuzzy heart desires.
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I was at a book signing on Saturday in our local Christian bookstore here in SC when a Mom walked in with her two children. I had never met her but she had written after hearing me on Focus on the Family in June. She has an adopted son who has aggressive tendencies, like our son Daniel. In fact, the day she heard our story on Focus on the Family on the car radio, she and her son were on the way to his appointment with his psychiatrist. Continue reading
“Dead-er than a door nail,” I tell you. Slow, painful death. Innards unceremoniously sucked out by an expert. Currently in a box, “resting in peace.” In the demise, it took valuable information.
The “Genius” explained that it was almost vintage. Since I’m more than almost vintage, I can relate.
The dearly departed was my old computer.
My shiny new, bigger-screened computer sits atop my desk just waiting for me to tap out a blog to you.
Because of my computer problems, my fiction book Jesus Called Me Grandma will not be finished as soon as I had hoped. A newer edition, however, of my book I WILL NEVER...now has pictures as well as copies of a few things our son Daniel had written.
The book is available at Amazon.com as well as locally at Christian Supply. Even got a few in my car. I hope you’ll think of I WILL NEVER...for Christmas gifts! It would be a great gift for those who say “I will never…” (which is about 99.9% of the population.)
You know one thing that people tell me about the book? Continue reading
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Looking into the refrigerator, I moved the bag of grated cheese that was leaning on “something”. The “somethings” were 4 peaches that had been hidden for a very long time. Not only were they brown and squishy, they were also growing their own little sweaters. Argyle, I believe.
I put on plastic gloves to remove the furry little things but they were so soft, they melted into each other, resulting in one brown, soft, fuzzy glob. There was no alternative but to clean the entire refrigerator. Since I was in the process of making supper, cleaning out the frig was not on the schedule. Come to think of it, I don’t know when cleaning the frig is ever on my schedule–which is why those peaches were hidden for so long.
The sticky peach juice had leaked into the crisper drawers as well as dripping onto other shelves. This resulted in brown, soggy lettuce and other foods that were….well, I’m not sure what they were. Continue reading
Do you remember having #2 pencils in school? I don’t know what a #3 pencil is, do you? But I know what a #2 is. It was often referred to as a “standard #2 pencil”-which makes one wonder what a sub-standard one would look like. A brand new #2 pencil had a clean, untouched eraser on the top. Or was it on the bottom of the pencil?
Once those erasers got worn down, you could buy the “portable erasers” to stick on the top….or bottom…of the pencil. In time, however, they’d get worn down, too. The pencils outlived the erasers. We all know what that means.
Of course, we understand erasers were essential. In Algebra. English. Latin. Gym. Well, maybe not gym. But we would use them in health class for written exams when the teacher would ask us to write about a femur and where it was on the body. Continue reading
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What’s in a 5 1/2 inch tall, round blue box that has a picture of a little girl in a yellow dress, holding an umbrella? Here’s a clue: The Bible says we “are the ___ of the earth.” Congratulations if you got the first part right. Now, the second part: What’s the motto on the box? Need another clue? “When it _____, it _____.”
You get an A + (that is, if you said salt is in the box and the motto is “when it rains, it pours.”) If you got half of the answers correct, I’ll grade on the curve, and you get a B-. If you didn’t get any right, you are probably under age 30.
When it rains, it pours, and it has done exactly that in South Carolina for weeks. Lots of bad hair days. But… Continue reading
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The large parking lot in front of the strip mall is usually empty. Yesterday I was driving by, minding my own business, when I realized the lot was filled to overflowing, as was a car dealership nearby. Police directed traffic. Television cameras rolled. I was tempted to turn around and join the fray – but I didn’t.
Later I learned that the mob had come from across the USA to audition for a place on the TV show, Survivor.
I have no idea if someone was chosen for the show. I do know this, though. The excitement of being on that show – or any other – could not begin to compare with the excitement at the Bateman house this week. The overwhelming response to the airing of our story on Focus on the Family has blessed us and humbled us. We are blessed because of the encouraging comments from so many of you – and we are humbled because God continues to use our story. Continue reading
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After birthing the book I WILL NEVER this week, I keep waiting for our nice driver–don’t know his name– in his little brown truck to come to my very doorstep with my baby. I expect Mr. UPS to do a jig when he gives me the box. I expect him to offer to hand out cigars around my neighborhood while he shakes my hand profusely. I expect him to ask the baby’s name. Date of birth. He’ll know the weight better than I since he probably has it stored in his little computer. I doubt that he’ll ask about the labor, but I just may tell him anyway.
But before the little brown truck gets here with my hard copies, Amazon.com has already made the birth announcement.
Check out my baby’s birth announcement on Amazon…
As one reader suggested–the baby’s announcement arrived just in time for me to give it back to God as a Father’s Day gift. All of this was His idea anyway.
Happy Father’s Day to my Abba.
And thank you.
I have been in labor for years now. Been pushing for a long time, too!
Let me take you back to the conception so I can get your full sympathy. It’s been quite awhile since the idea was conceived that I should write a book. Morning sickness quickly followed. Carrying this baby idea for so long wore me out. My back hurt. My feet swelled. I wanted to eat for 2 or 4 or 6. Or not eat at all.
But once I embraced this infant concept, I began writing. And writing. And writing. Deleting. Copying. Pasting. Writing. Deleting. Well, you get the idea. After so many years of carrying this growing “book baby” around, I got tired. Put it on a shelf. Tried to forget it. Continue reading