We have recently bought ourselves a brand-new RV. Yep, you heard me. “RV”!! No “motor home” for us. No siree. From now on, we will point and guffaw (yes that’s a word) at those poor souls who have to live in a “motor home”, in those class “C”s. Psh, suckers.

     So we have now graduated to a moto–*clears throat* excuse me, RV. Now what?? After several comings and goings from the RV dealer for various problems, (they forgot to clean the carpet, leak in the roof, refrigerator malfunctions..etc.) it’s now time to take this baby out for a trip! We finally decide when and where to go and the next thing we know: we’re off to the races!!

    –DAY #1: We arrive, walk the dogs (one of which had already relieved itself in the RV), then go to “El pollo loco” for a “delicioso” and spicy lunch. After eating and running other quick errands, we’re back and stare at each other until one of us figures out what to do.
    Finally, someone decides we should go for a bike ride in the crisp winter air. =-) BUT… we have a minor set back: Dad locked all the bikes together and forgot the key at home.
    “How ’bout a walk??”
    Luckily, I find my bike is the only one not tied with the rest and ride next to the walking crowd. After fooling around at a park with little kids as our audience, and whirling my little brother around to a tipsy with a spinning tire swing, we begin heading back to our fancy “recreational vehicle”.
    Loving the wind, I speed up telling everyone I’ll meet them there. I ride to our spot to find that our RV is dripping, no, POURING water EVERYWHERE. Gawping at the scene for a second, I straggle back on the bike to tell my family the news.
    The rest of the day consisted of everyone drying out the kitchen and out-door cubbies using bathroom towels and a dog bowl until our hands were red and numb. I also managed to sink the new shoes I got for Christmas in the slippery mud. =-)

(But I dunked them in a puddle so it’s all good)

    –DAY #2: The carpet has just about finished drying in our new home on wheels but because of the dew and cold, mine and my older brothers shoes are still wet (we had left them outside to supposedly dry). Happily, resourceful me puts on her extra (DRY) converse and is ready to face the day.
     Today, we pile in the van to drive over to the new movie theater and watch the Chipmunk’s “squeakwel”. Only MY family will choose to go to the theater while camping. (On a personal note: I didn’t think the movie was that great. My family disagrees)
    After watching the movie, Dad and I drop off the crew at our RV and drive the thirty minutes back home to pick up a couple things (bike chain key, breadcrumbs..) and feed the animals. (Okay, I confess. Dad fed the animals. I just messed around playing the piano and clarinet. It was helpful…ish)
    Now that we had the bikes unlocked, we went riding in the freezing cold. I guess I really shouldn’t be complaining considering my older brother was in shorts. But that was HIS choice. I didn’t choose to always be cold. We then thawed out back at the RV while watching “One Night With The King” and eating junk food until it was time for bed.

    –DAY #3: Kick starting the day, we wake up to the sounds of excited dogs running (and sliding) across the floor. In their own doggy language, they must’ve found out that today is the day we head home (or maybe they knew that it was the last day of the year?? Either way they knew SOMETHING).
    After breakfast, the fam. heads out for one last bike ride before departure.
    Everyone then chips in as we slide, yank, and snap all our belongings back in place for the drive home. (We also found out that a pipe was blocked…but Dad told us that as long as we didn’t use the bathroom he can fix it when we get to the house)

    So there you have it! We have officially graduated! And from this point forth, we’re ridding in style. B-)




    Everyone knows that if you go to a baby shower and see blue that’s a national color for “boy” and pink means “girl”, right? In other words, we’re forcing the poor kid into a color before it has even arrived! (How mean!) Because of this view on color, you hardly ever see a little girl with blue bootees or a boy with pink. But is a girl wearing blue socks wrong?? Or boys wearing pink a crime?? Will the “SCAT team” (Special Colors And Tactics) suddenly bust through the window on ropes and point a gun at you?? No. Then why don’t we do it?? The only reason I could come up with is that not all bald babies are boys and the ones with hair girls. (Wearing the color is a help for others. Like a label announcing to the world “My baby is a GIRL!”)

    Before I stray away from my point, I just want to clear up that no, this article/post isn’t about putting blue socks on baby girls. It’s about the debated topic of pink for guys. (Before you people go into “defense” mode read the rest) Now, there are certain exaggerations…yes, wearing super tight (there is such thing as SUPER tight) bright pink jeans with a matching t-shirt is what I would call an exaggeration. (Unless your dream is to be a pink traffic cone) Also, if you have long-ish hair wear pink with caution* (and even though it might be a temptation don’t do pink v-necks!!)

Summarizing the “unacceptable”s and “acceptable”s for the confused:


-Super tight pink pants

-Super tight pink pants WITH a pink shirt

-Pink v-necks. (“Why??” you might ask, just don’t)


-Pink ties

-Shirts with pink stripes (if the shirt makes you dizzy, though, stay away)

-Solid pink polos (as long as it’s not BANG! pink)

There! You have just witnessed a generations long problem solved! (Do you feel lighter??)

* Once at youth group, we were looking for a place to sit. After scanning the crowd, I pointed to some chairs “over there behind those girls”. We plopped down behind them. Just about in the middle of our lesson, I realized that the tallest girl with perfectly flipped thick blonde hair and tight pink shirt was a guy!! (This is when I discovered the confusion so I’m writing this article to clear things up..)


     I love to write. I’m not sure if it’s because of my Dad’s encouragement of telling me how good of a writer I supposedly am or because I’ve kept a journal for the longest time…I just know that I love hearing the tapping sound of my fingers pressing keys on the keyboard, seeing the letters magically (well magically to me since my mechanic skills are zip) appear on screen, and knowing that what I write can never be forgotten since it is being documented at the same time it takes for me to think it up, quite a time saver actually.

     Writing is a lot like a wish or a dream. Whatever you dream could happen CAN in the pages of a book or the scrolling down of a computer mouse. And this dream can never be thrown away or forgotten. It will stay with you forever and always.

     I, like hundreds of others I’m sure, want to be a famous writer. I want what I write to touch the hearts of thousands, millions, all around the world. Hearts of people I don’t even know…people I’ve never even met or seen. I want to write books that bring these men and women, teens and tweens, closer to God. Books that make my readers cry, laugh, and inspire them to go the distance. My only question at this time of my life is how?? How can I set other hearts on fire when my own is blank! Yes, I know what I would love to happen, oh, what great things I could imagine… Autographing my novels in a Barnes-n-noble with thousands of people who know the book backwards and forwards and can quote my work better than I… But if it’s just a cute and popular story; does that really count?? Have I achieved my goal?? I would say I could settle…but I doubt I’d be contently happy. Because there would still be this part of me knowing that I had dreamt of something more.


     I want to thank all you who have taken the time to read what I have written so far in my blog. I don’t know if it’s any good, or worth reading for that matter, but I want to thank you anyway. You are a great encouragement!