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| I call this my first book because I have intentions to write a real, live children's book, whenever I make the time and effort. As I cleaned out the guest room closet today, I found Charlie the Love Cat, a book that I authored and illustrated while in the second grade. I read it to Jeremy and at the end he replied, "Wow, Mom. You're even a better writer than me." 
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| Good 'old irony. Just when I thought I was dodging all that sickness out there, I woke up yesterday morning feeling ill. Luckily, the sore throat and sniffles hasn't translated into a fever, then the flu, then the SWINE flu. (I refuse to call it H1N1.) Granted, all of those things could come, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed (and my Emergen-C close) that this is just a cold that will work its way out.
The ironic part is that this is a week when I really need my voice, and it's fading day by day. Yesterday I spoke to a writing class at Amarillo College and I needed to clear my throat about 20 times in the entire hour, hoping to make my voice a little louder. Last night, near bedtime, I said something to Chuck, to which he replied, "I didn't understand a word you said."
Great. Because tomorrow I have a phone interview with Governor Mike Huckabee, and I do not want to be coughing and clearing my throat on the telephone with him, excusing myself and sounding like a fool. I want to sound professional (cough, cough) and knowledgeable (achoo!), like I interview important people all the time. HA!
He is my only interview this week since we're in the middle of December proof. We're already working on January, which is REALLY hard because it feels like I've bypassed the holidays. And I'm SO looking forward to both holidays this year. Friends and family, people I miss...
On the home front, I'm going to look into karate classes for Jeremy since soccer is over. Of course, if you ask my six-year-old if he'd like to take karate, he'll tell you that he already knows karate and then he'll demonstrate his ninja moves to impress you. So yes, I'll be looking into what's available around town. For Jackson, he's still a hair too young to participate in anything organized, so he's going to hang out another year on the sidelines.
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| Being part of the media has its perks at times and yesterday is an example of that. There are only two days out of the entire year that hot air balloons can lift off from the Palo Duro Canyon - yesterday and tomorrow. Yesterday morning was media day so Michele and I, with the photographer, got up at 4 a.m. to meet the balloon crews at 5:15. We caravanned down to the canyon and after waiting for the winds to subside the balloons started inflating around 6:30 a.m. The photographer was definitely going up, but it was unclear as to whether or not there would be a spot for me. At the last minute, I was invited to a basket. 
Full of hot air and pictures. | | |
| I took so many pictures that it's just ridiculous. I uploaded my favorites to Facebook, so if you have access to that album, have at it. Otherwise, click on the "photos" link here and enjoy yourself. I'm not going to post them all in this entry because it's frankly not necessary. If you sense a little bitterness in my tone, you are correct! I just spent the last hour editing photos and remembering how nice it was to see mountains and water for three days. I need an attitude adjustment, I know. I'm working on it. 
More pictures of lovely things that are nine hours away. | | |
| Between little boy sicknesses and getting ready for our trip to Colorado, I had little time to blog. Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year and I just wasn't feelin' it this season... until now, that is. I originally was very skeptical of a four-day getaway to Durango for various reasons, but after two days in the mountains (there's WATER here TOO), I'm glad I gave in. It is absolutely BEAUTIFUL here.
There will be much to report, and I'll get to that at some point this week when I download, edit and upload photos. Until then, here are the boys on the train to see the most sincere pumpkin patch. The Peanuts gang were there waiting for us.
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