#NaBloPoMo: Accomplishment Of Which I Am Most Proud

What accomplishment am I most proud of? Hint: There's not just one. For the sake of time, I'll give you three...

It'd be easy to say that I'm most proud of my books. Just eighteen months ago, I was dreaming of being a best-selling author. And now I am one.

I am proud that I set a goal to have my books published and am meeting that goal. I'm proud that The Daughters are seeing hard work and dedication paying off. I love that they are sharing their dreams with me but I'm prouder still that their are sharing their plans to make those dreams come true.

I'm proud of a little thing called Listen To Your Mother. I met Misti Kae almost three years ago when we were cast in the NWA production. Last year, we were selected to produce a show in OKC. This year, we're producing a show ... again!

I'm proud that this little show is a nationwide movement that gives motherhood a mic.

I'm proud of my family. My hubby is an amazing rock star--He rocks the classroom, he's rocking his health, he rocks daddy-dom. He's nothing short of amazing--and I'm not just saying that because he puts up with my shenanigans and doesn't whimper or mutter things like it's been a good run, but Imma be going now.  

Our daughters are beautiful, talented, spunky, sassy, strong-willed, smart, dedicated to their dreams, and mine. All mine. I chose them before I knew them. I made them. I birthed them. I love them and am so proud of them.

So, accomplishment (singular) that I'm most proud of? I haven't a clue. But, accomplishments (plural) that I'm most proud of? There's not enough space on the internet for me to list them all.

#NaBloPoMo: Judging Books By Their Covers

I would make the world's worst eye witness to a crime or an accident.

What was the perp wearing? Ummm ... black or maybe white. Long sleeves or ... short sleeves.

What color was his hair? He was either bald or had a mullet. Maybe he had a 'fro.

What did he do? He robbed that woman. Unless he was petting a dog. Or wait, I'm sure he helped that  Boy Scout across the busy street.

I'm horrible when it comes to immediately remembering details. But, I totally judge books by their covers. It's probably what drew me to Buzz Books USA first and foremost.

I like book covers that make me stop in my tracks and think, "WOW! What's that about?"

I like book covers that pop, and I kinda hafta blink.

I like book covers that catch my eye and make me smile or laugh or giggle or sigh.

But, I really, really like my book covers.

The Season of GivingAWAY: From the Henhouse

I know cool chicks. I can't think of one of my chick friends who doesn't ooze coolness from her very being on a daily basis. And because I know cool chicks, I get to do cool things. Today, the cool thing I'm doing is pimping my fellow sister chicks from Chick-Wit.com. Normally, I'd tell ya that pimpin' ain't easy, but with these chicks, pimpin's a breeze.

Get it. Get it now.

The weather is turning chilly. Be sure to download my ebook so you'll have something to read this weekend. You'll be glad you did. You'll also get to see some cool NYC pics from my iPhone AND you'll get a bonus chapter from my new book, Oversharing my Life, which debuts this spring.

Get TMI Mom Bites the Big Apple for your Kindle or your Nook.

Friday Films: TMI Mom Bites the Big Apple

You've gotten the book, right? Great! Leave me a review.

But you... yes, you. The one who's looking sheepish behind that computer screen. You haven't gotten it yet? What in the world are you waiting for? Go now and get it. 

Kindle

Nook

Also, while you're getting all productive and whatnot, go register yourself for a pair of free boots from Country Outfitter. Everyone needs a pair of free boots.

I bit the Big Apple

A nationally syndicated talk show contacted me about three weeks ago. They apparently had been following this blog and my Twitter and my Facebook. They liked what they read. They thought I was funny, and they wanted to feature me on their show about women who overshare their lives on the internet.  Weird, huh? Was I really an oversharer? I mean sure, I talk about bladder control and my cup size and my lack of razor-meeting-legs, but oversharing? OK. Fine. I see their point.