Her’s Day Thursday

Hers Day Thursday Girl


Its been a while since I’ve written a Her’s Day Thursday post, and I promise you its been worth it! I’ve found some great books and toys to encourage your little lady to chase after her dreams, inspire her to create, and increase her self-confidence!


This book by Ashley Rice is full of poems and mantras dedicated to helping your girl with confidence and motivation to chase after her dreams. Whether her dreams are to be a fashion designer or a firefighter, this book will pep talk her through it all!



Is your daughter obsessed with building things? Or maybe she has an interest in all things STEM (science, technology, engineering, and math) and you want to build on that passion (see what I did there?). Snag her this awesome set from K’Nex Mighty Makers! This set comes with 13 world landmark building ideas, as well as information about the landmarks and surrounding areas!




This coloring book is not only a great way to get your gal off of screens, its an awesome tool to help start conversations about your child’s aspirations. According to Amazon, “This groundbreaking coloring book is all about building a girl’s confidence, imagination, and spirit! The 22+ coloring pages encourage girls to think beyond social conventions and inspire conversations with adults about what it really means to be confident, brave, and beautiful.” 




Got a gamer gal on your hands? Teach her how to code with this Wonder Workshop Dash Robot! This little robot (who, for some reason, reminds me of The Pigeon) comes with an instruction/challenge booklet and is even compatible with Lego bricks and Lego Technic bricks! The possibilities are endless!


Do you own any of these? What does your fierce female think of them? Share in the comments below!




Her’s Day Thursday

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If you’ve read my blog at all, you know that I love to write about strong women. Especially strong women that have paved the way for future generations in lines of work that are predominantly male. So when I saw this trailer, I literally got goosebumps!



The film, Hidden Figures, tells the story of Katherine Johnson, Dorothy Vaughn, and Mary Jackson (a physicist, space scientist, and mathematician, respectively); three incredible women who used their brain power to help the Project Mercury mission (aka, the mission in which John Glenn orbited the Earth)  a success. Not only did these women break massive ground for women in STEM fields, but also for women of color.

(The film is actually an adaption of a book of the same name by Margot Lee Shetterly. Read more about it here!)





Try It Tuesday

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The past several weeks have been tough at our house during the bedtime hours. I haven’t been getting much sleep and Huff the Tot has decided that she’s hungry (even though she just ate) or thirsty (even though she just downed water), or needs to go check on baby brother right as we’re closing her bedroom door. Convenient, huh?

Because of this, the hours of 8:00 p.m. – 10:00 p.m. typically go the same way EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT:

Put child in bed.

Hear knocking on child’s door.

Exchange look with Huff the Hubs. Stay quiet. Children, much like deer, react wildly to noise.

Hear knocking again followed by, “Momma? You dere?”

Let out exasperated sigh.

Try not to strangle Huff the Hubs when he says, “She wants you!”

Open door.

Tell child to go back to bed.

Child throws self on floor in an emotional breakdown that could rival Britney Spears’ mental upheaval of 2008.

Read child one more book.

Put child in bed.

Repeat until child or parents pass out from exhaustion.

Something had to give. I needed this child to go to sleep at a decent hour. If she wasn’t going to sleep, wasn’t going to sleep. Which sucked because I have been getting up 2-4 times a night with Huff the Babe.

I had heard some good things about a new, revolutionary book that helped kids fall asleep FAST. I decided it was time to try it!



We went to Barnes and Noble after dinner one night and I just knew this would work!


I told Huff the Tot that Mommy bought her a new book and we would read it together in her room just before bed. Look how excited she is! So cute, so innocent. (Do NOT let this picture fool you. She pulls you in with her cuteness and then becomes the Destroyer of Rem Sleep.)*

We sat down and read. There is a page at the very beginning that tells the parent how to read the story. Certain words are bolded and you’re supposed to emphasize those words. Others are italicized and should be read with a slooow, callllming voice.

I started reading.

Wow! I thought, Look at her eyes! She’s blinking very slowly! Its working! 

A few pages in…

The thumb is in! Yessss…. Momma’s gonna sleep GOOD tonight! 

A few more pages in…

Did she just fall asleep? Oh, her eyes are opening. THIS BOOK IS GOLD! 

By the time I got to “The End”, Huff the Tot was snuggled with her blanket, sucking her thumb, and asking me to turn on her music (toddler speak for, “Go away.”) I kissed her goodnight, turned on her music, and practically skipped the entire way out of her door.

Just as I was about to tell Huff the Hubs we could FINALLY catch up on the latest season of Gotham, I heard it.

Knock, knock, knock. 

Knock, knock, “Momma?” 

I put her back in bed. Her room was quiet. All was right with the world. Then I saw this on the monitor:

Cut to 10:45 p.m. and she’s still awake. I didn’t let that faze me, though. The next night, we tried again. This time, we sat in the rocking chair. I rocked as I read and I could tell she was getting sleepy. I put her in bed, half-asleep, and breathed a sigh of relief when I closed the door and heard nothing. Twenty minutes later I’m calming a crying-like-a-banshee toddler.

I tried a third night to no avail.

So, Imma say this was a Try It FAIL. Well, so long, Sleep. It was nice knowing ya.^

Have you tried this book? Did it work for you?









*Calm down, Keyboard Judges. I love my kids. But I’m a better momma when I get quality sleep.


^What HAS worked for us is allowing Huff the Tot to pick out a few books to keep in her bed. We tell her, “You may lay in bed and look at books while you try to fall asleep. you may not get out of bed. But you can look at books.” THAT has cut down on so many bedtime tantrums. I don’t know why, but I am not complaining!

Writer Wednesday

Writer Wednesday

Hey guys! This morning, I realized something. I have not posted any of my YA novel–that I’ve been desperately searching for a literary agent to fall in love with and decide to publish–since August 2013! That’s just craziness!

I posted the first chapter back then (if you haven’t read it, click here!) and I decided I was going to share Chapter Two with you right now! (This way you can see what a totally awesome book it is and reblog/re-tweet/re-Facebook this so it can go viral or whatever it is that you kids do these days. I promise to thank you in my memoirs!)

Here is Chapter Two of Couture in the Cornfields:

Chapter Two

The sun had not yet fully risen but Morgan was already awake, gazing at her closet door. Hanging there was the most beautiful piece of clothing she owned—her prom dress.

Now, this was no ordinary prom dress. To Morgan, this dress would be the shining seal on her glittering legacy as fashion icon at Elliot Reeves School for the Elite. Morgan always wore the latest fashions and set the trend in her school. She had been voted Best Dressed in the high school yearbook for five years! She was placed as an honorary winner her eighth grade year!

Morgan was a VIP among Fashion Week attendees and worked hard to never be outshined by anyone. She had Marc Jacobs, Vera Wang, and Valentino all on speed dial and had a seamstress on 24-hour notice for those dire fashion emergencies.

Morgan’s reign as “Queen Fashonista” was once in trouble when, in ninth grade, Cassie Adams had stolen Morgan’s top secret design for her gown to the Winter Festival Fiesta! Morgan leapt into action, quickly designing a new, original gown. One quick call to Paris, two jets, and one steamboat later: Morgan walked in victorious and gorgeous to her first high school dance.

For Senior Prom, Morgan had taken extra precautions to ensure her dress would be one-of-a-kind and completely confidential. The Millers sent Morgan and Rosa all over the world researching the newest and hottest names in couture. After an entire summer of searching, Morgan decided to enlist the talented Rafael Barino.

Rafael was an eclectic designer from Italy and had a knack for knowing the trends before they happened. He’s the one who coined the phrase: “Pink is the new black.”

Rafael was flown to New York on many occasions to meet with Morgan and design her dress. After months of planning, sleepless nights flipping through fabric swatches, and two tearful phone calls (from Rafael to his mother in Rome), the gown was finished. The Morgan Miller and Rafael Barino masterpiece was hanging like a shrine in Morgan’s bedroom.

She watched gleefully from the comfort of her silk sheets as little flecks of the morning sun glimmered off the genuine Swarovski crystals intricately placed on the bodice. She closed her eyes and dreamed about prom.

She hummed to herself and pictured walking into the room: the double-doors burst open! Everyone stops and stares. Suddenly, applause breaks out and two guys pick Morgan up and carry her on their shoulders! She waves, blows kisses, and catches flowers in the air! A crown falls from the heavens and lands softly on her perfectly coiffed hair. The room cheers: “Morgan! Morgan! Morgan! Morgan!”


She was jerked back to her bedroom by the sound of her nanny’s voice. Opening her eyes, Morgan saw Rosa, leaning over the bed, scowling.

“Mees Morgan!” Rosa yelled in her thick, Cuban accent. “You are being so lazy! You must get up! NOW!” Rosa quickly trotted to the bathroom door and Morgan heard her turn on the shower.

“Oh, Rosa,” Morgan sighed. “Tonight is going to be the best night of my life!” She skipped around the room, staring dreamily at her gown.

Rosa snorted and threw open the curtains.

“Aw, Rosa, you don’t think I’ll have fun?” Morgan asked playfully.

“I think you are too young to be wearing dresses that show your chi-chi’s and riding in the limousines with boys!”

Morgan sighed, “Oh, come on! You’re not going to get all Mary Poppins on me, are you?”

“I don’ know this Maria Pop-eens, but if she keep her chil’ at home, then she is a sain’!”

Morgan grinned and grabbed her nanny’s arms. She twirled the round woman around as best she could; Rosa was shaped like a square. Rosa squealed, “Dios mio!”

“See, Rosa! Isn’t this fun?” Morgan giggled as she grabbed Rosa’s hips, trying to shake them.

“No!” the nanny cried. “I am not J.Lo!”

Rosa stamped her foot and released herself from Morgan’s grip. She put a chubby finger in Morgan’s face.

“And you tell Meester Trent to keep his hands off your hips tonight, mija!”

Morgan flinched slightly at the sound of her date’s name. Trent Wellington was very handsome and very popular, but Morgan thought Trent was a little…dumb. He had played football since the sixth grade and Morgan seemed to think that maybe he had received a few too many tackles without a helmet.

“You don’ like Meester Trent?” Rosie asked, seeing Morgan’s reaction.

“Oh, its not that, Rosa… It’s just…” Morgan stopped herself and changed the direction of the subject. “You know, I overheard daddy saying to a client that Trent’s family comes from really old money! Like, Middle Ages. He even said that some of his ancestors were nobles!”

“Hmm…” said Rosa, noticing her charge’s aversion. “That is een-tress-ting…”

Morgan fingered her dress in her hands. “Tonight’ll be great,” she reassured herself.  Rosa looked at her watch and jumped.

“Mees Morgan!” she screeched. “You need to stop playing and get in the shower! Hair and make-up will be here soon!”

Rosa gathered up towels, threw them into Morgan’s arms and herded the girl into the bathroom.

“Don’ forget,” said Rosa, pushing Morgan through the open bathroom door, “Mees Stacy and Mees Jordan will be here at seven o’clock with their dates to pick you up!” Rosa closed the door and Morgan undressed for her shower.

Stacy, Jordan, and Morgan had been inseparable since kindergarten. Stacy was one of the nicest people in the world. One of the things that made her so endearing was her ability to be confused on the simplest of things.

Her bright green eyes were always opened wide, as though she saw things for the first time, every time. She wore her emotions on her sleeve and was a compulsive worry-wart. Her red, curly hair always bounced when she walked. Sometimes, Stacy would skip slightly when she walked, just to make her curls bounce more.

Jordan was the total and complete opposite of Stacy. Jordan was tall, thin, brunette and very serious. She was competitive in everything from sports to academics and would not take “No” for an answer. She was more level-headed than the other two girls and tried to think of every situation logically. She had only cried in front of Morgan and Stacy once and that was in the third grade when she made a B on her spelling test. Jordan worked hard and volunteered for many different programs at school. Her life plan had been in place since she was in seventh grade: she wanted to be a botanist and run for a seat in Congress.

The three girls were so different, but one thing they had in common was their uncontainable excitement for prom. Stacy was going to prom with her boyfriend, Ben Nichols. The two had been “on again-off again” since second grade. Jordan’s date was Tucker Foster—strictly as friends though. Jordan refused to be tied down in any relationship before she went to college.

“Boys get in the way,” she had once said. “I should be thinking about classes next semester, not whether a boy is going to take me to the kegger at some frat party, ultimately to leave me crying in the bathroom because he was being an idiot and threw up on my shoes! Honestly, Morgan, if you worried more about your grades and less about boys, you’d be going to college this fall too!”

With Jordan leaving for college, Morgan had hoped that Stacy would stay behind in New York to keep her company; but no such luck. Stacy and Ben had already been accepted to Boston College and were invited to rush the most exclusive social clubs. So after tonight, Morgan knew her life would change. Her friends would be leaving for universities and she would still be at home.

Today, however, Morgan refused to think of college. She pushed out thoughts of applications, graduation, or what her career would be. All Morgan wanted to think about was tonight. She hummed as she stepped into the shower and, with shampoo on her head, danced around under the hot water.

Stacy and Jordan arrived, and hair and makeup went by in a blur. Before Morgan knew it, she was standing in her couture gown.

“How do I look?” asked Morgan, twirling.

Muy bonita,” whispered Rosa, wiping tears off her cheek. Morgan grinned and went to her nanny, taking her in a soft embrace, as not to wrinkle her dress.

“I tell them you’re ready,” Rosa said, giving Morgan another look before walking out of the door.

Morgan waited a while until she knew Rosa had announced her, and then she made her way down the spiraling staircase. As she made her descent, Morgan saw Stacy, Jordan, and Morgan’s date, Trent, collectively sigh.

“You look hot,” said Trent, sliding the corsage onto Morgan’s wrist. Rosa made a sound like a low growl under her breath.

“Thank you,” Morgan replied, giggling as she saw Stacy and Jordan making kissing faces behind him. A bright light flashed and the kids looked around.

“Woah, Rosa!” Stacy whined. “You’re going to blind us.”

“Yeah, no joke,” Morgan said, blinking her eyes. “Rosie, will you go get Mom? I want her to see us before we go.”

Rosa slipped out of the room and returned a few minutes later with Mrs. Miller screaming into her phone.

“No, I don’t care if that statue was built for the victims of the bridge collapse, we own that property and the spa is going in!” she yelled into the phone.

Rosa coughed loudly, causing Mrs. Miller to look around the room.

“Well, don’t we look lovely tonight?” Mrs. Miller said, covering up the receiver. “You must be Tristan,” she said, walking toward Morgan’s date.

“It’s Trent, ma’am,” Trent replied, shaking her hand.

“Yes, well… you kids have fun,” Mrs. Miller said, and turned to the nanny. “So, we’re done here now, Rosa?” Rosa nodded and Mrs. Miller started out the room.

“Oh yeah? Well I attend the same club as the Chairman of the City Council, so we’ll see who wins this argument!” Mrs. Miller screamed louder into the phone as she left the foyer.

“Oh, Mom, I wanted to get a…” Morgan cried out after her mom who continued to walk away. “…Picture…” Morgan sighed and turned to her friends who gave her small smiles.

“Your mom’s pretty smokin’…You know, for an old chick,” said Trent, oblivious.

“Go see you father before you leaf,” Rosa said to Morgan and cast Trent an annoyed stare.

“Where is he?” Morgan asked.

“His office,” Rosa replied.

Morgan knocked softly on the door to her father’s office. “Dad?” Morgan called, opening the door slightly. Mr. Miller’s office was enormous. It was a good fifty-foot walk from the door to the desk, and Morgan’s voice slightly echoed.

Mr. Miller was sitting in his leather chair, legs up on the desk, talking on the phone and smoking a cigar.

“No, Jim! We specifically said ‘No’ to the Germans! This cannot happen! I thought you said you were on top of this!”

Morgan walked into the office and closed the door quietly behind her.  She tip-toed to the bookshelf and ran her fingers over the leather books. Her father looked up.

“Hang on, just a sec, Jim. Morgan’s just walked in.”

“You look very pretty,” he said.

Morgan smiled.

“You have enough money?”

Morgan nodded. “Yeah. I have the card in my purse.”

The two waited in silence.

“Hey, Dad…” Morgan’s father cut her off before she could finish.

What? No, we will not reschedule!” Mr. Miller yelled into the phone.

“Morgan?” said a voice behind her. Morgan turned and saw Jordan poking her head into the room. “We need to go, the limo’s here.”

“Alright,” Morgan sighed, turning to tell her father good bye; but Mr. Miller had already turned his back to the door and was yelling into the phone.

The group went outside and piled into the stretch limo. The first stop was Ben’s house, which took longer than expected. Ben had insisted on dying his hair to match Stacy’s green dress, causing a yelling match to break out between him and Stacy. When the two had finally calmed down, they all loaded into the limo again and started for Tucker’s house.

“How about I just go in to get him since we’re running a little behind?” Jordan suggested as the limo stopped in front of Tucker’s house. They all agreed and Jordan left, reappearing seconds later with her date.

Dude! Nice hair!” Tucker said to Ben, holding his hand in the air for a high-five.

“Shut up,” interrupted Ben through clenched teeth. He nodded to Stacy; and Tucker lowered his hand sheepishly back to his lap.

Though they arrived forty-five minutes later than planned, the festivities of prom had only just commenced. Morgan was rather excited that their convoy was tardy, this way everyone at the prom would see her in her gorgeous gown.

“Hold on a sec,” she whispered in Trent’s ear. “I want to go in last.” Trent nodded his head in agreement, checked his hair in the reflection of the glass doors, and waited for the rest of their party to enter.

As the duo walked into the large ballroom, Morgan could swear she heard a collective deep breath coming from the room.

“Your dress is gorgeous!” squealed a petite blonde; “It’s like she just walked out of a magazine!” she heard a boy whisper to his friend; “Wow!” came a cry from across the ballroom.

“Everyone is looking at us!” exclaimed Trent delightfully.

“I know… cool isn’t it?” Morgan replied.

The night continued on with compliments upon compliments, each one more gratifying than the last. Morgan was swelling with pride at being the best dressed at her Senior Prom.

“Excuse me,” squeaked a small, woman’s voice over the speaker system. The room was still abuzz with Morgan’s dress and the general frivolity of the evening and no one took notice.

“EXCUSE ME!” the woman’s voice called louder. Everyone on the dance floor turned their attention to the short, frazzled-looking teacher on the stage.

“Thank you, yes, I am Miss Deranger and it is now time to reveal your Senior Prom King and Queen!” announced Miss Deranger. The audience clapped loudly.

“I just know you’re going to get it, Mo!” Stacy shouted over the applause.

“Yes, yes, thank you. And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for!  Your 2008 Senior Prom King is…” Miss Deranger ripped the envelope open. “Trent Wellington!”

The room exploded with claps, cheers, and whistles. Trent winked at Morgan and walked up to the stage. He strutted over to Miss Deranger who, slightly turning pink, placed a paper mache crown on his head.

“Yes, such a handsome king,” said Miss Deranger.

Trent nodded and gave the teacher a beseeching look. Miss Deranger merely gazed at his bright, green eyes and sparkling teeth that seemed to glitter even more under the stage lights.

“And the queen?” he whispered.

“What? Oh yes, right.” If possible, the short teacher was going redder. “Your Prom Queen is…”

Miss Deranger seemed to pull at the envelope slower than with Trent’s results. When finally out of the seal, Miss Deranger read the name and frowned. “Morgan Miller,” she said flatly.


If possible, the cheers were louder than ever. Morgan glided through the crowd and pranced up the steps to accept her crown. Miss Deranger placed it upon Morgan’s head (rather roughly Morgan thought) and went back to the microphone.

“All right, everyone, now the king and queen will have their first dance,” Miss Deranger said and stalked off the stage.

A slow song started as Morgan and Trent walked hand in hand to the dance floor. Trent twirled Morgan and gave a little bow.

“Your majesty,” he whispered regally. “Might I have the pleasure of this dance?”

Morgan giggled, “Yes you may. But only if you don’t talk like that anymore.”

“Okay!” he said, smiling and took Morgan into his arms. “This is great, isn’t it?”

Morgan sighed, “It really is.”


Fan Girl Friday

Fan Girl Friday Button

Happy Friday, fangirls (and fanboys)! I’ve got a collection of geeky goodies that is sure to make your weekend great—even though we have to spring forward. Womp, womp.


You guys know that I went through a HUGE nail art phase. I have since put my polish away (having a kid and zero time on your hands will do that to ya) but after seeing these, I may need to rethink my bare nails:

freaks and geeks nails

It’s the cast of the cult classic, Freaks and Geeks! Aren’t these AWESOME?!


Between my sister and I, there are probably about 75 mugs in the kitchen cabinets. I don’t necessarily need any more…but I would love to invest in this one from Etsy store, DareWare!

silence mug

This shop has a TON of Doctor Who-themed accessories and toys! Check it out!


Huff the Hubs’ new favorite animated movie, Big Hero 6 just came out on DVD! I may need to get him this little cutie for his desk!

baymax vinyl pop

As if Baymax could get any cuter, Vinyl Pop comes out with this figurine! (He may be cuter than the Adipose one!)


I told you a few weeks ago that Emma Watson is going to playing Belle in Disney’s live-action feature of Beauty and the Beast. Well now, we have our Beast!

dan stevens as the beast

That’s right; the late husband of Mary Crawley is leaving Britain for provincial France! AND! We have our Gaston!


Old Man Winter seems to be moving out of the Sooner State this weekend. Its going to be the perfect weather to go read outside, Rory Gilmore-style. And what better way to tote your books than with this beautiful book bag (see what I did there?).

messenger book bag

This messenger-style bag is big enough to hold at least four books AND your laptop!


Happy Fangirling!

Fan Girl Friday

You guys, today’s Fan Girl Friday is jam-packed with geeky gear sure to set your fangirl heart a-flutterin’!


How cute is this Star Wars-meets-utensils-mug from Perpetual Kid?

spork mug

This would make a great gift for the Jedi in your life and, at $11.99, it won’t break the bank!


Speaking of the greatest trilogy known to man (I refuse to acknowledge Episodes 1-3. They are crap, sir.), make your toast a little more dark (see what I did there?) thanks to Think Geek!

vader toaster

Seriously, how fantabulous is this toaster?! Not only is it shaped like Vader’s helmet, but it actually toasts the words “Star Wars” on your bread (or waffles…or Toaster Strudel®).


Here at THP, we’re all about nerd culture, so when I saw this, I did the flailiest of Kermit arm flails!

geek art book

This book highlights artists and their work in the world of video games, movies, comic books, and television shows! It’s like Nerd-Vana!


I really like Origami Owl. I think that their stuff is super cute, but, I’m bummed that they don’t have nerdy jewelry/charms. Enter Etsy shop WonderlandContraband! Just check out these adorable charms:

Its Bill Nye the Science Guy!

Its Bill Nye the Science Guy!


Sherlock charm

Everyone’s favorite sleuth! (Check out those curls!)


I need to show this shop to Huff the Hubs! V-Day is fast-approaching!


Happy fangirling!

Writer Thursday

Hey guys!

Remember about three months ago when I shared the beginning of a new YA novel I was working on? I FINALLY wrote some more!

Before you read on, start here to read the opening scene and then continue.

I hope you like it! (And if you don’t, keep your mouth shut. Nobody likes a Negative Nelly.)




My best friend in the entire universe, Josie, was abandoning me. For the entire summer. Okay, so maybe abandon isn’t the right word to use here. More like, going-to-a-camp-for-super-smart-engineering-wannabes-who-will-probably-end-up-working-for-NASA-or-as-Disney-imagineers. And yes, I know that’s more than one word, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything. Because Josie leaves tomorrow and I’ll be alone.


Well, I won’t technically be alone. My irritating little brother will be here. Which means all of his annoying friends will be here. Every. Single. Day. That’s why I’ve decided to refer to this summer as: Suckfest 2014.


My alarm started to go off again. I didn’t bother hitting the snooze; that was just delaying the inevitable. Maybe if I stayed in bed long enough, Mom would come up here and see my laying in bed and tell me I didn’t have to get up.


Five minutes later, Mom was knocking on my door.


“Winnie, you up?” she called through the Harry Potter poster-clad door.


I groaned weakly.


“I don’t speak zombie,” my mother said out in the hall.


“Just come in,” I whined.


“What’s the matter?” my mom asked as she opened the door.


“I don’t feel so good,” I said, making my face look as pitiful as possible.


“You know this day will continue to progress even if you stay in bed all day.”


She was on to me.


“I really don’t feel good,” I moaned. “Honest.”


“Arwen Renee Stephens,” my mother said in a stern voice. (Yes. My parents named me after an elven princess. They never even gave me a chance.) “You cannot hide from your problems. You are seventeen years old. You are far too old for these childish games. Get up, get dressed, and get going!”


I threw the blankets over my head and whined even louder.


“Winnie, come on,” my mother coaxed in a softer tone. “Seriously. If you get up now I’ll stop you by Starbucks on the way to school.”


“Fine,” I said, uncovering my head. “But I’m not just getting coffee. I want at least three cake pops.”




Fan Girl Friday

Happy Friday everyone!

You’ve survived another workweek and I survived my first week back to work! (Technically I wasn’t at work since I work from home, but still…)

Even though I’ve been juggling work and Hermione, I’ve still found time to scour the interwebs to find some awesomely nerdy finds for you fangirls and boys!

Let do this!

Its officially fall, y’all. The high today in OKC was 54! And this weather means chilly nights! So grab a hot steaming cup of Madame Rosmerta’s hot cocoa and cuddle up with a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them while wearing this:

"Red hair and a hand-me-down-robe?"

“Red hair and a hand-me-down-robe?”

Represent your house while watching an HP marathon! There’s Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw to choose from! Magical powers not included.


Get ready to rock game night through all of space, cowboy! Check out the new Firefly game!

"You can't take the dice from me."

“You can’t take the dice from me.”

From what I understand, its a little bit of Firefly and a little bit of Settlers of Catan. Here’s the description on Amazon: “Players begin with a ship, and travel from planet to planet, hiring crew, purchasing ship upgrades, and picking up cargo to deliver (jobs) all in the form of cards.” Some of the cargo is illegal but the fun is not!


Working from home has its advantages: staying in my jammies, being able to have Netflix on in the background, and yes: spying on the neighbors. In our old building, there was a lot to watch/overhear (I wasn’t “snooping”. If you stand outside yelling at each other, you’ve suspended all rights to privacy. You’ve also given me the right to call the cops and watch from my peephole.) Our new building isn’t as exciting… I may need to get this notebook and just watch people at the park:

Don't mind me, I'm just reading a good book...

Don’t mind me, I’m just reading a good book…


If you know me, you know my humor is very juvenile. I can’t help it. Farts and poop are hilarious and if you don’t find them funny, you’re dead inside. So when I saw this video I CRACKED up. I leave you this Friday with a little bit of potty humor:

Book Update

As most of you know, I finished my second book recently. (Not my second book ever…being a Ghostwriter, I’ve written TONS of books. This is my second personal book.)


I had an editor friend look it over and help me with some of the technical and not-so-technical stuff. Now comes the fun part: looking for an agent. I’m sending out queries (say a prayer, cross your fingers, light a candle and all that jazz) and hoping for an agent to bite! (Not literally of course. That’s how plagues get started.)


In the spirit of sharing with you guys, I thought I’d give you a sneak peek! Here is the first chapter of Couture in the Cornfields:



Chapter One


     “What is all that noise?” screeched an old man, sitting in his armchair.

“It looks like a parade,” said his wife, peering out of the dusty blinds.

“For what?” he replied, his pale cheeks puffing. “It’s January!

“I’m not sure.” She searched down the street. “Oh wait! I see a banner.”

The old man huffed and shifted in his arm chair, watching his wife expectantly. Finally, she spoke.

“The banner reads: Happy 17th Birthday, Morgan Miller,” the old woman said, enunciating every word. “Miller…Miller…Oh! That must be Hanlon and Marla Miller’s daughter!”

“A parade? For a teenager? What is the world coming to?” the old man huffed, picked up his remote, and turned the television set volume up.

“I think it’s nice,” she said, looking down at the crowd.

Down on the street below, Morgan Miller was sitting atop an elephant, decorated with a pink headdress. She waved and smiled until finally the elephant came to a stop. A man dressed like a sultan helped her down from the animal.

“Four miles on the back of an elephant!” Morgan whined to two girls waiting for her. “Just look at my hair!”

“You look fantastic,” said the first girl.

“Thanks, Jordan,” Morgan said, trying to revive her curls.

“This is amazing!” said the second girl. “There has to be more than three hundred people here!”

“Three hundred and fifty-two to be exact, Stacy,” Morgan said, smiling. A man on stilts walked by, carrying a try of cotton candy. “We’ll take three,” Morgan said to the man.

“Mo, this has to be the best birthday party ever!” Jordan said with a mouthful of cotton candy. “I can’t even imagine what your parents will do for you next year!”

“I guess it’s not too shabby, huh?” Morgan said, distractedly. She was looking at her parents. Both were glued to their phones, back toward the party. Jordan saw Morgan’s gaze.

“At least they came this year, Mo,” Jordan said.

“Yeah,” Morgan sighed. “Maybe next year they’ll even talk to me. Ugh, next year.”

Morgan was not looking forward to her senior year of high school. She was tired of listening to her classmates make plans for the future, especially when she had none. Rosa had given her stacks of college applications, but Morgan always came up with a good excuse to not fill them out.

“Rosa, there’s a party this weekend,” Morgan would whine. “I can’t write an essay.”

Rosa would scold her, mostly in Spanish, and Morgan would promise to get to it later. Later turned into two months, which turned into four, which turned into eight. The stack of college applications were buried under Prada dresses, Christian Louboutin shoes, and Coach purses.

Every now and then, Morgan would find the applications hidden around the house. They’d pop up in the refrigerator, the pantry, the shower, even in her Glamour magazine.

“Rosa’s getting desperate,” Morgan said to herself one morning. She had poured herself a bowl of cereal and out rolled an application for the United States Army.

“Why should I go to college?” Morgan asked her friends one day. “I don’t need a degree. I mean, look who my parents are! And besides, who’d give up a house like this for a stinky dorm room that hundreds of other people have already used? And, you have to share bathrooms.” Morgan wrinkled her nose.


Big Announcement!



I am officially finished writing my book!




Now, all that’s left to do is send it to my editor friend and spruce it up a bit! Then, I’ll send it to some literary agents and see what happens! Fingers crossed and prayers going up people!


In the meantime, I’ll be doing a lot of this:

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And this:

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