I'M THANKFUL FOR...

MY HUSBAND-a house to call home-DORA-COPPER-family-books-twitter-warm clothes in the winter-FRIENDS-bottle caps-LUPUS RESEARCH INSTITUTE-cameras so I can take self portraits-vacations-coworkers that help out when I'm gone-my neighborhood-MY NEIGHBORS-the gospel of Jesus Christ-facebook-blogger-MY FRIENDS CALL ME KATE-green grass in the spring-DR. SHASKEY-music-people that inspire me-recipes-PARENTS-golf-people that write books-picture frames so I can see photos of me with my most adorable husband-the harrison family-the whipple family-the park family-the peterson family-THE BEZZANTS-the mechams-the gifford family-sister stoddard-the tarrants and their new little family-the allen family-the eddy family-the dymocks-THE BURBIDGE FAMILY-the herrera family-the hills-the hull family-the ogaard family-the murdocks-the maughans-the ovard family-sister ovard's mom (I can't remember her name, but she knows I love her because I give her hugs when I see her at church)-MIKE AND MARGIE PAGET-the pearce family-the phillips-sister polanco-the richharts-todd and melissa rogers-the rood family-the sochas-the stephens-veda welker-the twede family-the tuilimu family and little Isaac for calling me "teacher" every sunday-the thulin family and the way they quietly inspire others to do better and to learn more-the wildings-the wilkinsons-ALL 205 OF MY FACEBOOK FRIENDS (NOT BECAUSE I MEASURE MY WORTH BY NUMBERS, BUT BECAUSE I CAN'T BELIEVE I SUCKERED THAT MANY PEOPLE INTO BEING MY FRIEND-baptisms-missionaries-bookmarks-CYPRUS CREDIT UNION FOR NOT MAKING FUN OF ME FOR REFUSING TO USE THE DRIVE THRU TELLER THINGY-my trip to new york-THE NEW YORK TIMES-the internet that makes this post possible-lorin twede for being my friend on facebook-sara at work for always reading my blog posts and leaving me comments (my self worth is measured by the number of comments my posts receive) ELIZABETH WHITE FOR BEING KIND TO ME AND MY BOOK BLOG-joseph finder for not hating my review of Vanished-SISTERS-BROTHERS TOO-my father who has been my protector since birth-julianne connors for making me realize that even drunk drivers need to be forgiven (I'm still not quite over the memory loss part, but eventually I'll forgive you for that)-TURKEY DINNER-pumpkin pie-the right to vote lohra miller out of office-SIM GILL THE NEW DISTRICT ATTORNEY-did i mention books-MY 114 FOLLOWERS ON TWITTER-stephanie-vicki-jennifer-jacque-cindy-pam-christine-angela-adrianna-paula martin-leah anderson, a soon to be published author-gabrielle-rhonda-Denis-Ginger-Judge Katie Bernards-Goodman-my Vegas friends-MY MOTHER-my husbands dutch oven cooking skills-the bowden family-the eddingtons-the southworths-the ross family-my wonderful friends from Coos Bay, Oregon-always the parker family members-the entire coos bay ward for raising me right-and everyone and any item I might have forgotten about. 

 HAPPY THANKSGIVING!  THE OGDEN FAMILY

IS IT OVER?

I had the flu and ended up at the hospital twice for IV fluids.  My favorite peeps were on hand to help with the long task of finding the perfect vein.  They are by far the best IV installers I've ever met.  Thanks Peggy and Troy. YOU ROCK!

On day three of the flu a box arrived in the mail.  It was full of 9 beautiful books.  Thanks Elizabeth for sending me some great reads.  I can't wait to dive into The Breach by Patrick Lee.  It was recommended to me by his agent, Janet Reid.  Thanks to you, it is now one book I don't have to purchase.  YEAH ME! Or, should I say....YEAH ELIZABETH!

On day four I received another package.  It contained a book.  I won The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova from Back Bay Books.  Thanks Back Bay Books for being kind enough to give away books without me having to guess what books you have on your shelf.  NOTE:  I have a tendency to remember books by author and title, not publishing company. If you want to announce that you are giving away free books to anyone who would like one, DON'T make me play guessing games with you in order to get a damn book.  I don't know what "leftovers" you're trying to give away on that bookshelf of yours.  Just take my name when I respond and send me a damn book if you want to give them away.  Again, thanks Back Bay Books for The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova.

On day two or three of the dreaded flu, my hubby brought me home a box of my favorite candy.  BOTTLE CAPS!  (I'm perfectly aware that in computer world, all caps equals shouting.  I use all caps to show my enthusiasm.  Sorry if this offends.)  BOTTLE CAPS!  I love Bottle Caps.  That WONKA dude is one smart guy.  Did you know you can like WONKA and Bottle Caps on Facebook?  You can, and I did today.  I highly recommend you do the same!  BOTTLE CAPS RULE!

And that ends my little adventure this week.  I hope yours was as equally entertaining.  Well, minus the flu part and the hospital stuff. 

Much love- 

 Sabrina Ogden

Did I Really Particpate In A Facebook WAR?

Is it my fault some "friend" on Facebook left me a stupid comment?  I mean really, if you're going to discuss politics with me on Facebook you might want to make sure you actually know what it is you're saying.  Let's get a few things straight...

The District Attorney's Office does not have a voice in the House or the Senate, so voting for a Republican for District Attorney because you want the "GOP to win," really doesn't make much sense to me.  In fact, suggesting that it matters in any way does nothing but show your lack of understanding regarding local politics. 

I can understand that my response to your comment may have caused some undue...anger.  I mean, after all I did point out quite clearly that you "know crap about politics."  At that point, being you were on MY profile page, it would have been best to just 1) admit you made a mistake, and 2) get off my profile page and unfriend me if you felt it was necessary.  Unfortunately, you chose neither options.  Well, wait you did make a choice.  You chose to unfriend me, which was totally fine with me.  But your mistake was continuing to feed my profile page with derogatory remarks about my excitement for the District Attorney race as well as leave ridiculous rants about "THE MAN" I had been working so hard campaigning for.  Worse, you unfriended me before leaving the comments all  under the wrongful assumption that I would not know the comments were coming from you.  NEWSFLASH:  I have all the e-mail notifications on both my home computer and my Droid.  I tried repeatedly to tell you that I knew it was you...remember the initials?  That was for you.  Seriously, how could you not know that?

I guess if I had any regrets it would be that I engaged in the conduct at all.  I could have stopped it from the beginning if I had just deleted your comment.  All it would have taken was one little push of my finger on my Droid.  Or better yet, you could have just read my blog post about My Life As A Chameleon.  If you had done that to start with you never would have thought to engage me.  I think I make it pretty clear in that post that I have a tendency to spit fire on occasion.  This, was one of those times.  I spent close to thirty minutes removing the comments from my profile when I returned home from one of the most important wins in my life.  When I went to bed I was starting to feel remorse.  But, regardless, I'm not apologetic for the swearing, nor am I apologetic for leaving a note asking you to "refrain from leaving any further comments on my profile page."  Just so you know, I did the last one on purpose because I knew it would be circling around the HOME page to all of our mutual friends; to which there are many. 

In the end, I appreciate all the support that flooded my message box on Facebook.  It was nice to know so many "friends"  understood my "outburst" and were willing to share some stories of similar encounters with these people.  However, next time- I plan to take the high road and not even engage.  Some things just aren't worth my time.  Facebook Wars are one of them. 

My Life As A Chameleon...A True Story

[Some chameleon species are able to change their skin colours. Different chameleon species are able to change different colours which can include pink, blue, red, orange, green, black, brown, light blue, yellow, turquoise and purple. Some varieties of chameleon - such as the Smith's dwarf chameleon - use their colour-changing ability to blend in with their surroundings, as an effective form of camouflage.]

A few years ago I was sitting at a friends house having dinner and watching that supposed news show with Bill O'Reilly on the tube.  Personally, I'm not much of a fan.   It isn't that he doesn't have useful information, it's just that there are times when his personal opinions take center stage over the actual facts of a particular subject, and instead of being useful, it becomes a delusional verbal mess.  The discussion that night was about Nancy Pelosi...don't like her much either, but that doesn't mean she doesn't do some good now and again.  She has a very impressive resume.  If my memory serves me correctly it was just after she became Speaker of the House and she had just taken the government plane to some foreign country to meet with some dignitary without the president's approval.  There was a heated debate between the television and the people in the room where I just happened to be eating that night.  I really didn't say much and was hoping to avoid participation by just sitting quietly and enjoying my meal.  Unfortunately, my quietness made me noticeable, and I was asked for my opinion.  I paused, briefly, and then did what I had been always known to do.  I tried to appease both sides by finding common ground which was clearly not what they wanted.  My very good friend looked at me in total disgust, shook his head, and said with the most hurtful tone, "you're such a chameleon!"  Actually, it was more like, "YOU'RE SUCH A CHAMELEON!!!"

I felt my face turning red, and without any warning my eyes started to tear just like they used to do when I was a kid suffering from total humiliation.  I didn't have to ask him what he meant.  I knew.  The worst part was that he was right.  I was a chameleon.  I had been most of my life.  My childhood caused me to change and adapt on a regular basis.  There was one entire year where I changed and adapted minute by minute just to survive.  If you knew what I endured, you wouldn't be surprised that I managed to carry my chameleon ways with me into adulthood.  I'm positive the comment was meant as an insult, but in all honesty, I took it as a compliment.  It meant I did well growing up and that I had learned to survive.  I understood the point my friend was trying to make and I truly took it to heart.  After much soul searching, I decided he was right.  I needed to shed my chameleon ways and stand up for what I believe.  It was a humiliating time for me, but I do, however, thank him for pointing it out so...effectively. 

After taking a long hard look at myself  I noticed that the only time as an adult that I turn on my chameleon powers is when politics is involved.  I clam up. It's not because I don't have an opinion, it's because my opinion in politics doesn't mesh with the majority that I surround myself with.  I didn't have a problem going up against Sheriff Kennard over the time card fraud.  They were falsifying time cards and signatures to avoid payment and comp time for employees all while enforcing mandatory overtime hours.  Worse, this wasn't their first offense. It was difficult to do, but I won in the end.  I made a difference in not only my life, but in the life of the other employees that I worked with.  I had to seek other employment when it was over, but it was so worth it. Likewise, last year when circumstance presented themselves and information that I had was needed in a very unfortunate incident...I came forward.  I wasn't silent.  In fact, I became even louder when I was threatened for doing what was right. I believe my exact words were, "You better be above reproach before you come after someone like me.  I'm not afraid to fight back, and I never run scared!" It's a true story, and I consider silencing that individual as one of my greatest moments.  See, I'm not always a chameleon.  It's just when politics are involved. 

Well...not anymore!  Me loud!  Very loud! 

I outed myself on Emily Henderson's blog...I'm a Democrat! I know, I know, total shock and surprise, hugh?  You'd never guess by my conservative demeanor, right?  Truth be told, with embarrassment, I only registered as a Republican because I thought it was something we Mormons did. But, you have to know that at the time I registered I had only been a member of this religion for two years. The older I became the more aware I was about my opposing viewpoints on many, many subjects.  Well, I'm in the process of changing my status and it's the greatest feeling in the world.    For the first time in my life I feel free.  Is that even the right word to use?  I don't know if it is or not, I just know that I feel so much better not having to hide myself in a sea of conservatism.  I'm here, a faithful member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and a very proud Democrat.  I'm also not a fan of Rush Limbaugh, and it doesn't matter how much the members of my religion love the guy- Glenn Beck does nothing for me.  Wow - What a load off my chest!

Where was I?  Ah, that's right...even though my chameleon ways may surface from time to time, I've discovered that underneath my chameleon skin is a dragon.  Yes, "me speaks loud when told to shut it!"  Consider this a warning - Never mistake my kindness for ignorance.  You threaten me or those I care about and this little colour changin' chameleon will spit some very hot fire, and you really don't want to be on the receiving end of my wrath.  It might not be deadly, but it will burn!  Promise.

NEW YORK/BALTIMORE - DAY FIVE

Well, here we are on the last day of our perfect vacation planned around an amazing man with the most beautiful blue eyes I have finally been able to see in person.  Mr Child, you sir, are truly an incredible man.  I imagined what a book signing with you would be like after reading several of your blog posts found on the Lee Child website. You really do appreciate your readers, which is why I couldn't wait to meet you.  I thank you for allowing me the privilege of meeting you and securing your most wonderful signature in four recently purchased books. As for the book signed for Katherine, the woman I have never met...well, I have a taker already.  Thank goodness, the person I originally bought the book for can use it!

While sitting at LGA this morning I grew weepy and actually had to blow my nose more than once.  Leaving New York proved difficult for me.  It is an amazing city and I really wish I had the opportunity to live there.  Richard says no plans to move are in the works and to get the thought out of my head.  One thing I will miss the most...passing by The New York Times every morning and every night as we traveled to and from our hotel.

After landing in Baltimore we had a wonderful seafood lunch at some restaurant at the airport.  Then we did nothing but sit.  I read The Great Bridge by David McCullough and Richard played games on his phone.  Then I had an unfortunate run in with a little boy in the restroom.  He kept watching me pee through the crack in the door.  To my surprise, he leaned so hard into the door that it burst open, causing me to push it closed with my foot, pinching the poor boys fingers.  He left me alone after that, but I have to say, honestly, I felt kind of bad. He cried for quite awhile afterwards.  I'm hoping he learned his lesson.  In the end, I became pee shy and I'm afraid I'm going to be forced to use the restroom on the plane. 

Things I loved most and actually shed tears over because I'm a goof:

Meeting Lee Child.  Like that wasn't a given.
Being part of the hustle and bustle of New York City.
Walking, walking, and walking the streets of New York City.
Riding the Subway...the people, the music, the tile work.
Walking by The New York Times.  I really do want to work there.
Blogging from my location.  This has been cool.  By the way, my blogging is coming to you from 35,999 feet above the ground.  I have 4 hours and 3 minutes left to this flight.

Another weepy moment:

I recently wrote a blog post entitled A Life With No Mother.  One difficult part of my family life has not been hearing stories about my mother from my siblings.  It's too difficult to speak of her without getting emotional.  While on this trip, I received a personal message from a cousin that I haven't seen since I was very little.  She shared a beautiful story with me about my mother.  It was very unexpected and very much appreciated.  I was happy to read that she was indeed the mother I always imagined her to be.  Thank you cousin for sharing this with me.

Most comical moment:

Realizing I had Lee Child sign a book for a woman with a name I don't know.  Who is Katherine?  I was in the middle of a personal tweet to the intended twitter friend when I realized my mistake.  Thankfully, my twitter friend can actually use the book as a Christmas present.  Just thinking about my error makes me giggle enough to cry.  I'm just glad it worked out in the end.

Well, this me signing off.  I should be posting another post in the near future.  I'm working on the title, but it's something about me being a lizard...or something close to it.  It's starting to get a tad bit bumpy so I better post this before I lose it all.  Thanks for keeping updated on my incredible New York/Lee Child vacation.  I'm so loving that Jack Reacher...and David Trevellyan, Scott Finn, as well as the newest love of my life, Nick Heller.  I'm really liking that Nick guy.

Damn it...a kid just pooped their pants!

NEW YORK - DAY FOUR

Today was the windiest and coldest freaking day of my life! Well, that actually isn't true.  My first winter in Rexburg, Idaho where I flunked out of my first year in college because I was to busy visiting my friends in Utah had the windiest and coldest freaking day of my life.  It was 60 below zero...I fainted on my way to class because it was too freaking cold to breathe.  Today was kind of like that, but without the snow, and the chill factor was probably close to 30 degrees in the wind while walking across the Brooklyn Bridge.  Even so, it was dang cold out.  So cold Richard agreed that I needed a cute scarf to go with my outfit and later a hat, too.  I probably have head lice now because I bought the hat from one of those street vendors and I'm quite positive close to a thousand other people have tried on the same one before I came along (the poor sucker that I am) and bought the darn thing.  Oh well.  The hat kept my lopsided ears warm and helped me snag some great self photos of myself.  For an example, you can check out my Facebook picture, or you can just keep reading this blog post and see the photo at the end.  I'm rocking some pretty decent Reacher Worthy eyes in this photo!!!  And just in case your thinking things are different now that I've finally met Lee Child, you should know that my life will be forever centered around my Reacher Worthiness!

Enough of that...we headed out early today to check out a couple of museums.  We went to the Guggenheim and then headed down the street to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  Both places provided us with unlimited amounts of knowledge, if we were really paying attention, and most importantly, warmth.  I have to admit, by day four of our little adventure, it became really clear that my efforts to be more Reacher Worthy by doubling my workouts for this trip didn't help me much.  I'm sore. Really, really, really sore!  But sore is good.  New York has helped me to firm up my bottom and strengthen my leg muscles, too. I can't help but be truly appreciative of New York City for their willingness to build a city that allows people to exercise.  I'm feeling much healthier already and loving the extra five pounds I've dropped from my butt this week.  Thanks!

Other adventures led us to the Brooklyn Bridge where I scored some great pictures while freezing my a** off.  It was totally worth it and could have been much worse had I not stopped to purchase that fake cashmere scarf and lice infested hat from that lovely street vendor on Fifth Avenue.  I'm so thankful for these people that stand in the cold all day long just waiting for people like me to come along.  I almost snagged a great purse this evening, but apparently I had made a promise to Richard that I wouldn't buy any purses while in New York.  I must have been feeling extra guilty about spending so much money to plan a vacation around Lee Child.  I have to say, Richard was impressed with the lecture at Barnes & Noble.  This means that he in one step closer to accepting my new found passion for reading and personally meeting and thanking every author that I feel has made my life better.  I also think coming to New York proved useful in that Richard has grown fond of this great city and has even mentioned coming back. 

We ended at Battery Park for another walk through and then headed off to grab some dinner from Carnegie Deli.  We are currently sitting in our hotel room trying to figure out how we are supposed to eat ten pounds of meat between the two of us.  Seriously, if you want to suggest to us a place to eat, please give us instructions  on how to avoid butchering an entire cow for the occasion.  I'm starting to feel guilty about it.  The cheesecake, however, was delicious.  Here's to us going to bed early and packing our stuff up all while trying not to burst into tears over leaving New York.  And just in case your interested, my head has done nothing but itch ever since I suggested the head lice thing.  I truly was kidding around, but now, I'm kind of getting worried.

NEW YORK - DAY THREE

Well, apparently I was so involved in my blogging last night that I didn't hear my husband tell me that we were starting early today.  I didn't get to bed until after midnight and was looking forward to sleeping in.  Nope, didn't happen!  The alarm woke me at six this morning. When I complained, Richard didn't care too much and made it completely impossible for me to go  back to sleep.  We left the hotel just after 8:00 this morning and stopped for some Hot Chololate and donuts at Dean & Deluca.  I love Dean & Deluca!  I've been dying to go there ever since Nick Heller bought those cookies in Vanished by Joseph Finder.  When I found out that we could find a Dean & Deluca in every major location we were planning to visit in New York City, I was totally beside myself.  I dreamt of Nick Heller once.  There was no conversation and I was in the wrong coffee place, but still, it was a great dream.  I'm hoping now that I've actually been in a Dean & Deluca that I can dream of Nick Heller again.  Only next time, I'd like a little conversation.

After breakfast we headed to Rockefeller Plaza and wandered around taking pictures.  The wind picked up and I was dying to buy a hat, but I didn't. A decision I regretted all afternoon while I was walking the streets of New York with winds gusts that froze my ears off.  I found one that I really, really like and I'm hoping to purchase it tomorrow.  We took a walk through Saint Patrick's Cathedral and admired the beautiful artwork in the stained glass windows.  The statues of the Saints were so beautiful and the organ was magnificent. 

Later we ended up in the Diamond District by accident.  Does anyone really walk there intentionally and if so do they really drop the kind of cash that is required to walk away with an item there?  Holy Crap!  It was so difficult not to look.  We were strolling around and then out of nowhere I noticed this beautiful pendant hanging in the window. It was so beautiful and shiny and sparkly and perfect!  I made the mistake of stopping to point it out to Richard, which led to a store employee inviting me in to try it on.  Honestly, I figured at the most the thing had to be worth fifteen grand.  NOT!  For $776,034.00 I could own a really cute heart shaped pendant that I would never wear for fear of losing it.  When we told him we weren't interested, he actually wanted to know what price range we were looking at.  He was CRAZY!  They are all CRAZY in  the Diamond District.  I still had a great time snapping shots of the windows.

We walked back to Time Square and  had lunch at Junior's.  I had so many people Facebook me this week to tell me about it that I made sure to add it to my list of places to go.  Stopping proved to be a mistake.  My muscles became so stiff that I could barely move when we got up to leave.  We stopped at the Yankee store and bought us some Yankee stuff just because we could, and because it would have been senseless to not do so.  A hundred bucks later...we were on our way to the hotel to rest for a few minutes.

We wandered through a section of Central Park and took some photos. It's a beautiful place and there is so much to look at there.  Richard and I decided that we definitely want to come back to New York.  This is the most amazing city I've ever been to in my  life.  The sounds, the smells, the food, the people.  I love all of it so much already.  I'm truly going to miss this place when I leave. Later we went to the Empire State Building and took the elevator to the 86th Floor where we looked at the view and froze in the wind.  Then we road the elevator up to the 102nd and looked at the view again.  I fell in love with the elevator control operator.  He was the cutest man I've ever laid eyes on.  He even posed for a picture with me.  After stopping to pick up some NYC Fried Chicken we headed back to our hotel.  That's where we are now, watching The Blind Side on television while I sit in bed typing this blog post and resting my extremely sore ankles.

I'm hoping to be able turn the lights out early tonight so I can be well rested in the morning,  Tomorrow is our last full day in this beautiful city and we still have two museums to hit and a walk over the Brooklyn Bridge.  The Brooklyn Bridge has an amazing story behind it.  You can read about in The Great Bridge by David McCullough.  The first part of the book actually brought tears to my eyes on more than one occasion.  Dang it, does crying turn into a normal occurrence when you turn 40?  If so, I wasn't warned and I'm having a hard time adjusting to it.  Well, this chick is out of here...I'm headed to the tub to soak my weary bones and prep for a good nights rest! Now, if I can just keep Richard from turning on that alarm clock...

NEW YORK - DAY TWO

Today was fantastic.  We left the hotel around 10:00 this morning and headed to the Financial District to scope out the Borders where Lee Child would be doing his book signing.  We took a quick stroll through  Battery Park and wandered the grounds of Trinity Church.  Then I stood in line at the book store and after a short wait was introduced to Lee Child.  His eyes are just as beautiful in person as they are in those pictures I've been seeing in the back of those books he's been writing.  When the book store employee told him I had flown in from Salt Lake just for his book signing, he seemed a little surprised.  Actually, I believe the first words were, "no you didn't."  Then when I told him that it was indeed true, he said, "are you crazy..."  So not the words I was going for.  I think I responded with, "no, I'm in love."  And I don't think I bothered to clarify that I was in love with Jack Reacher either.  It didn't matter though, he seemed very appreciative that I would plan my vacation around him and was very kind.  I have to admit that I was a little star struck.  I meant to get a book signed for a friend as a surprise, but when asked I gave them the name Katherine.  What the heck was that about?  I know a Kathy and a Katie, but I don't know a Katherine.  I guess I'll be doing a creative book give away on that ridiculously lame book blog I've got. 

After the book signing, we headed back to the hotel for just a few minutes and then took the subway to Yankee Stadium.  A game was happening today and we wanted to feel the energy there while eating what had to be the most disgusting hot dog I've ever had in my life.  New York, I'm so disappointed!  I'm a fan of hot dogs and I really expected better things from you.  Nonetheless, the energy was still happening and the horrible dog was worth it.  We then headed back to Trinity Church so we could take a walk through the Cathedral and admire the stained glass work and the intricate woodworking inside.  I have had a love for Cathedrals ever since I was a little girl.  Sometimes I really wish our LDS Temples were a little more ornate.  We continued to wander around for a little while before heading back to the hotel again to rest up for the evening book signing at Barnes & Noble.

Barnes & Noble!  Remember that dream I posted on my book blog about the police waiting for me at Barnes & Noble and arresting me for stalking?  Well, there was an officer inside the building when I arrived, but she didn't seem to be looking for me and no arrest was made.  I was surprised to find out that not only would Mr. Child be doing book signings, but he would also be doing a short lecture on Worth Dying For as well as a question and answer session with the audience, all while being filmed for a CBS special to air on Sunday morning.  It was amazing and made me so thankful that I decided to hop that plane to New York.  Afterward, I had the opportunity to stand in line with a lady named Nermin who was kind enough to pose for a picture with me.  She was thrilled to hear about my vacation planning around my favorite authors and was happy I chose to come to New York to see Lee Child.  Actually, I just think Nermin was happy to meet another woman that loves Jack Reacher as much as she does.  I really do have a soft spot for that guy.

When it was my turn to get my books signed...again, Mr. Child was kind enough to acknowledge that he remembered me from earlier.  I had no problem admitting that I had dedicated today to him and that I had been Facebooking and tweeting about it on Twitter all day.  When preparing to sign the second book (yes, I bought four copies today), I told him I just needed his signature so I could give the book away on my book blog.  That comment led to him asking for the name of my blog.  When I told him, he recognized it and said, "so that's you, you're Andrew's fan."  Yes, Mr. Child, I am Andrew's fan.  Truth be told, while standing in line I was plugging the David Trevellyan series to Nermin after she stated she was having difficulty finding another author that she liked as much as you.  I also plugged Joseph Finder's Nick Heller series.  Please forgive me, but I really love to read and I meant it when I told you that I was a huge fan of Mr. Grant.  I'm also, however, an equally huge fan of yours and I will forever be thankful for your kindness even though I am secretly dying to know just what was said to you about my book blog.  It's an honest passion, that book blog of  mine.  I have your brother to thank for that.  If I hadn't stumbled upon Even by accident I never would have discovered my secret passion for crime fiction, and, as I told you, I never would have discovered you!  Thanks for the kindness, Mr. Child.  I'm signing up to be your friend on  Facebook and will anxiously await your reply.  When you asked if I was your friend tonight, I was a little nervous.  I never signed up to be your friend because I didn't want to betray your brother.  But then, when you think about it, I kind of already did that by making you my first author to plan a vacation around. 

In the end, today was wonderful.  I also had the opportunity to meet Maggie...I love Maggie!  Maggie Griffin is a hugger just like me!  I can't wait to see you next year at Bouchercon!  St. Louis here I come!

NEW YORK - DAY ONE

So we're here and this place is absolutely amazing!  I actually found myself wiping away tears upon on our landing at LGA.  The view from our side of the plane was spectacular.  I'm totally in love with New York and I have this overwhelming urge to actually move here.  Can you imagine that?  Me!  I want to move to New York?

Our cab driver, Amm Hasahm, was the nicest family man I've ever met.  He's been a cab drive in New York for 20 years and told us some great stories about his time here.  He is from Bangladesh and loves living in America.  He actually went back to his home after his first ten years, but then decided to return.  He told us he took a road trip with his friends a few years ago and spent two weeks visiting places like Chicago, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and of course places like Canada and the Niagara Falls. Amm just seems so kind.  I really wanted to pull out my camera and take a picture, but I'm not sure people in New York are going to be good with stuff like that.  I did however meet these great college kids from LA on their first trip to New York and I bet if I had asked, they would have had no problem with my picture taking,  especially since the one lady had the coolest luggage on the planet.  We hit off from the beginning. I really like meeting people.  My only regret thus far is not asking if they were on Twitter.  Well, maybe I'll remember that next time.

Other cool things- we changed planes in Chicago today.  I had the best view of the skyline.  Chicago is a beautiful city and I really can't wait to mark that off my list of places to see and explore.  Our hotel isn't in a bad place and it is really nice with free wireless!!!  Jaime, our hotel guy, is really super kind.  I really like him and if he is here tomorrow night I might just take his picture!!! Thank you Ellis, my love, for letting me borrow your little notebook.  It is sooo cute and I totally love it. 

Well, we're going to check out the maps and plan our activities for tomorrow.  Tomorrow I am going to the Lee Child book signings.  I'm hoping that the weeping I experienced today doesn't carry over to tomorrow.  The last thing I want to do is break down in tears like an Elvis groupie!  Just one question...should I attend both book signings?  I'm thinking yes since Lee Child is the reason for this little New York vacation, but I don't want to come across as a crazy chick.  Oh, who  cares!  At least I'm a cute crazy chick.  It could be worse, right?

I better sign off for now.  We just checked the room for bedbugs.  We're clear!  Richard scored a pack of cigarettes under the bed...now, if only we smoked!  Love to you all!  Sabrina O.

A Life With No Mother

I've often wondered how much different my life might have been if I had been given the opportunity to be raised in a family with both a mother and a father.  Our mother died at the at of 36. She was diagnosed with Breast Cancer shortly after my birth.  I was a day into my third year when she passed away and it was a tragedy that my father and older siblings never recovered from.   My father struggled with alcoholism and tried desperately to keep his family together.  Our father worked for an ocean towing company and wasn't home much of the time.  We were left in the care of abusive housekeepers and on more than one occasion a stepmother.   My two older sisters ran away from home and started having children while in their early teens and my eldest brother became a meth addict. They have all, at one time or another, blamed our lives on the death of our mother.  To this day, the blame is still present.  Our mothers loss, though great, didn't have the same affect on me.  Not having the opportunity to know what it was like to have my mother in my life, I've never shared this reasoning with my siblings.  I've never blamed my failures or disappointments on her death.  Sorry, but there are times in life when things just don't go as we planned.  Most of the time, for me, my own decisions are often the reason for the sorrow at the moment.  But I still wonder. What would it have been like to have a mother to come home to?    Would things really have been that much different?  If  Breast Cancer hadn't taken her life would our parents have remained married or would a divorce  been part of our life instead?  There will always be questions, won't there?

I might not have had my mother around growing up, but I was fortunate to have great friends with great families, and equally great mothers.  I can count on both hands the many women that for both brief and extended times, played the part of mother.  They are women that I cherish and truly love.  I am a much better woman today for having been blessed to have them in my life.  I like to think that my mother is grateful for their influence on me as well.   

So, why all the talk of death and mothers?  Well, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and I thought I would debunk some myths about the disease by sharing information from the Breast Cancer Awareness Month website.  The following is taken from their link.

Myth: Only older women get breast cancer

Fact: Although the risk of breast cancer does increase as women age, women of all ages can and do get breast cancer. According to BreastCancer.org, a non-profit that provides up-to-date research and information about breast cancer online, "the risk of getting breast cancer over the course of an entire lifetime is one in seven, with an overall lifetime risk of 14.3 percent."

Myth: Having a risk factor for breast cancer means that you will get the disease

Fact: Women who have risk factors, such as a gene abnormality associated with breast cancer, will not always develop the disease. According to BreastCancer.org, "of women with a BRCA1 or BRCA2 inherited genetic abnormality, 40 to 80 percent will develop breast cancer over their lifetime; 20 to 60 percent won't."

Women who change their lifestyle by quitting smoking, reducing alcohol consumption, maintaining a healthy weight, eating plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables, exercising regularly, reducing stress or adding physically and mentally restoring practices such as walking, yoga, meditation or t'ai chi, can significantly reduce their risk of getting breast cancer.

Myth: If a woman doesn't have a history of breast cancer in her family, she won't get it

Fact: About 80 percent of women who are diagnosed with breast cancer have no history of the disease in their family. The greatest risk factors women face for getting breast cancer are being female, getting older and being overweight.

I'm a beautiful 40 year old woman that has been having mammograms yearly since I was first suspected of having breast cancer at the age of 25.   Thankfully, the diagnosis was incorrect.   So with all this being written on my very personal blog, I encourage all my female friends and female readers of this blog to do your self exams, see your doctors on a regular basis, and never underestimate the importance of a mammogram.  I'm just asking that you do your part to make sure you are around for many, many years as a daughter, sister, mother, grandmother...  This really is important!

Neglecting My Duties...

As I prepare my house for our leave for New York next week, I'm noticing that I've become very neglectful of my responsibilities.  The laundry is seriously backed up and I have cobwebs forming on my chandelier over the kitchen table. There also seems to be more dust than usual and weeds have sprouted all over the yard.  I was complaining to my husband about the uncleanliness and he simply looked at me, picked up the phone, the newsletter from Joseph Finder, and my newest book for my reading enjoyment then shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes.  Richard didn't have to say a word.  I knew exactly what he was thinking because I'm a very smart chick.   Believe it or not, intelligence does lurk behind these beautiful eyes that I believe to be so "Reacher Worthy." 

I'm addicted to reading because I love a good story.  Although my tweets have yet to be proven useful, I'm loving my Twitter time because I'm tweeting with some really great people.   I also love the Facebook thing because I love to see what is happening with the people that I know personally as well as those that I know through blogging  and tweeting.  Now it's just a matter of balancing all of these with my "real" time.  How do I stay caught up on my tweets at work when I'm supposed to be working?  How can I update my Facebook status when I'm supposed to be writing motions and preparing trial subpoenas?  How can I read without it interfering with my time at home with my spouse?  At moments when I'm contemplating these things, I begin to envy my writer friends in Twitter world.  You make life seem so much easier on your side of the tweet.

This week I broke my addiction to all the above things to my supervisor.  She giggled and then offered to enroll me in some Internet intervention thing on A&E.  I'll have you know that just by telling her that I felt I was having a problem helped me to change my behavior at work.  I checked my Twitter status three times today; during break, during lunch, and during my afternoon break.  I was very proud of myself and I didn't even feel like I had missed out on anything.  I even made a couple of new Twitter friends.  I love Twitter friends.  If you catch me at just the right moment you'll hear me refer to them as my Twitter Family.  Ahhhh - So sweet.  I seriously doubt they feel the same.  But, for those of you that know me, does this surprise you?  I can find family in everything these days.  Work, neighborhood, church, Twitter, Facebook, book club, blogging...

I even made some changes at home.  Today, after being inspired by APMonkey on Twitter, I came home and made a delicious meal for my husband.  I even volunteered to bake fresh bread for our book club tomorrow.  Yes, if APMonkey can find time to read, blog, watch sports, and cook serious gourmet meals, than I know I can too. Or, at least give it a try! I didn't even bring a book home to read tonight.  Now that really means something.  My husband was impressed and very appreciative of my new friend on Twitter.  See honey, Twitter friends can be good!

Well, all I can say is I'm doing better.  Yep - I'm writing this as my husband is steam cleaning the carpets in the part of the house that I chose not to do this weekend so I could finish that book I was reading and write a new post for my book blog.  Richard is so patient and kind.  I seriously love this man! Better go bleach my teeth.  I've got to look good for that book signing next week! Hmmm- I guess I'll clean the bathroom while I'm in there. ;)

One Of "those" People -

Are you one of "those" people?  You know who they are.  They are the ones who come to dinner at a restaurant and instead of conversing, they text their way through the meal.  I was at lunch with my friend about six months ago and we saw this really great looking family come in and take a seat at a table next to us.  It was hard not to notice them.  It was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the week and they were the only family in the place.  One thing, however, became clear.  They weren't there to visit with each other; at least not verbally.  Stephanie and I found the scene so interesting we could hardly focus on our meals let alone our own verbal conversation.  We were fascinated.  All we could do was watch.  We were practically eaves dropping, but without hearing a word of the conversation.  We felt bad about our conduct, but really, we couldn't stop looking at them no matter how hard we tried not to.  You  have to imagine it.  They would be sitting there in complete silence and they would all be focused on their phones.  Then without warning, they would all start laughing at the same time.   It never ended.  Just when we  thought they'd be finished they would chuckle and snort all over again.  It was truly crazy.  Towards the end, we became disgusted.  So much so, that we vowed right then and there to NEVER be "those" kind of people.

As of last month, I am now officially one of "those" people.  Sorry friends, but now that I know what it's all about, I can't promise I'll reverse my broken vow.  I will try much harder to keep my phone in my purse during lunch and to only check Facebook and Twitter in between drink refills and bathroom breaks.  That's about all you're going to get from me right now.  I may commit to more at a later date.  Just don't rush me on this.  Richard has found that the best way to get me off the Facebook and Twitter thing during outings together is to send me a text that requires a response.  It works great.  I suggest this as an alternative to being angry with me.  One text, works best.  Promise!

Driving In the Country



While listening to General Conference on the radio, Richard and I drove through the mountains to get a last look at the Fall colors. It was incredibly beautiful. Along the way we were stopped - as a hundred or so horses were being corralled through a country street to another Ranch. It was the most amazing thing to watch and the horses were so pretty. We also came across some free roaming cows. I love cows. I've loved them ever since I fed a baby calf on the Rood Farm in Coos Bay, Oregon. Richard knows that if we're on a drive and we see some moo moo's that I'm going to have to take a picture. Today was no different. Well, it kind of was. These cows actually seemed to be posing just for me. I took some great shots. In fact, I think I could publish these photos. One looks like a head shot for a Senior Portrait. Too crazy! Another is of a family. The way the little ones are peeking behind their mother is totally adorable. I love them. My only wish is that I was brave enough to take pictures with them. THAT-would be cool!

The Man I Married

I like to think I married the most perfect man.  I stopped thinking that a long time ago and finally admitted openly that I did.  I've never been one to brag much, but sometimes you just have to share what's in your heart.  Today my heart is full of Richard. 

Richard.  I love the sound of that name escaping my lips.  Richard.  Richard. Richard.  He's tall, handsome, and has the most incredible brown eyes.  I spent my whole life just waiting for that one perfect person to come along and love me.  Finally, just when I was about to give up...Richard came along. 

He didn't care about my past.  He wasn't worried that my childhood horrors would interfere with our life.  He never considered me "damaged" like so many others did  because of the things I had been forced to endure at the hands of others.  Richard considered me whole.  He considered me complete.  He says I'm a better person for having survived.  He said it would be a strength in our marriage.  Well, of course, I agree!

We've struggled plenty in our thirteen years of marriage. But we've managed to make the best out of all our trials. Isn't that what marriage is about? When I struggled after my car accident in 1998, Richard and I were able to find the humor in our new life together. I was nicknamed "BabySteps" during the beginning months as I began to regain the strength to walk again. He would assist with my need to find words to complete a sentence, and never seemed to mind that I couldn't remember my married name, or our address, or our phone number. It took me years to even remember our wedding day and when I did, I was begging for a do over! He stood by me when we found out I wasn't able to have children. He didn't fret over my diagnosis of Lupus. He just kept on living. With me. The two of us together. The way it should be.

This past weekend Richard and I hung out at the house together.  We took care of the tasks that most couples with a home take care of.  But this time, as I watched him dig this hole in our yard to repair a sprinkler line that had developed a leak, I smiled.  Richard.  He's strong, knowledgeable, loving, kind, giving, and most importantly, he's in love with me.  Me!  The girl with the past of sorrows- the one who only wanted to be loved, finally knows what it means.

And just in case your wondering what is up with that face...or should I say the hair on that face, he insisted on not shaving during all the scout camps this summer.  I made the mistake of telling him he should keep growing the beard thingy because it would look cool!  I was kidding, of course!  But then I made the even bigger mistake of telling him he could go as Colonel Sanders to the ward Trunk or Treat.  So, he's growing it out until Halloween.  I get to introduce him to Lee Child sporting a ton of facial hair...and I totally think that's cool!

Girl's Weekend 2010

I have a great group of friends that I try to get together with every year for a Girl's Weekend.  I say try because I've backed out a couple of years in a row.  This year we headed to Flagstaff, Arizona where we stayed at a nice and cozy Little America.  The place was tucked away in a quiet location just off the freeway.  It was surrounded by tall pine trees and the scent of the forest.  It truly reminded me of Oregon.  I was amazed that this little place in the desert could be so beautiful.  I loved it there so much that I'm insisting that Richard put it on our lists of places to see and explore. I can't wait to go back! 

While we were there we sang along with some singing waiters at Black Bart's Steak House, shopped the tents at the Flagstaff Art's Festival, dived into some delicious BBQ, toured the beautiful Grand Canyon, and took a walk through a cavern in the middle of the desert that sits 210 ft. below the earths surface.  We also stopped at the Road Kill Cafe on Route 66.  I took lots and lots of pictures of myself while sitting in the very back seat of Teri's MDX on our road trip for Las Vegas to Flagstaff.  We stayed up late playing games.  Well, they stayed up late playing games while I sat around reading books.  This chick has deadlines!  I also made a new friend from Texas.  Her name is Cindy Davis.  I happen to think she is the nicest woman I've ever met, especially since she understands the importance of girl time!

I'm still busy with my book blog.  I've been fortunate enough to have some authors notice my reviews and offer me books to give away.  It's been tons of fun and I'm enjoying meeting all these wonderful people.  You can check out my book blog here: http://myfriendscallmekate.blogspot.com/ .  There is still time to leave a comment and be entered in a drawing to receive a signed copy of How To Grow Up and Rule The World by Vordak T. Incomprehensible!  I still can't believe the author offered me a signed copy after I described the book as "great bathroom reading material."  He must know greatness when he reads it!

MUFASA-SIMBA-NALA-ZAZU-SCAR

If you can't guess by the title what this post is about, then there

 is something seriously wrong with you!

We had a great weekend. We spent one night in Brighton having dinner with friends at their cabin in the mountains and dancing to the Blacked Eye Peas with the little ones.  The next evening we spent at the Lion King!

I was so moved by the giant elephants walking down the aisles and the giraffes and the music that I actually became teary eyed.  I don't know if it's an age thing or what, but I had the best time and I can't wait

for the next big Broadway Show to hit Salt Lake City. 

a little road trip

The last couple of weekends, Richard had taken me on some road trips.  My favorite was a long drive through the country roads leading to the Manti Temple.  We forgot to bring our camera...but if we had, this is what we would have photographed.  I love the way this temple is tucked behind the trees.  It's a beautiful building with a cemetery across the street that Richard says everyone is dying to get into.  I know, I know.  He says that whenever we happen to pass a graveyard. He's a silly, silly man!  Hope you're enjoying your summer as much as we are.

The book blog I created is doing really well.  It was even spotted by a literary agent in New York after I over-posted comments about one of her clients.  It's been a ton of fun and is becoming a true hobby for me.  I attend my first book appearance to spotlight a new mystery writer from Salt Lake in a couple of weeks.

What have I gotten myself into?

  You can find the link here:  http://myfriendscallmekate.blogspot.com/ 

2010 Special Olympics

Our niece, Alisa, is participating in the Special Olympics this week. Her sport is Bowling! And she is dang good! She has set up a blog to share her week with us and I would love for everyone to check it out. If you're feeling moved, please leave her a comment. I love Alisa because she is strong, lovable and extremely independent. Alisa auditioned for American Idol in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, graduated from Montgomery College served a mission in the Washington DC Temple and she's engaged!!! Her blog can be found at this link: http://www.alisaogden.blogspot.com/.

I'm A Book Loving Freak!

What do you do when you're home alone for three days while your husband is away at another scout camp? You create another blog. Such an obvious answer, right? Well, that is exactly what I did this week. It is actually my third blog creation. My second blog is written under another name and is a collection of dreams that I've been having ever since I started reading. It's nothing x-rated or that I'm not willing to share. I just don't want people to think I've developed a personality disorder and so my readers are selected carefully. I only want positive feedback on that blog because I'm just learning the ins and outs of creative writing...and it's hard! It's also been pretty fun putting my dreams in writing. Richard was very encouraging and if he hadn't been so excited about the idea I never would have done it.

With that being said-it shouldn't be difficult to figure out what this third blog is about. It's about my love for books. It will be an awesome blog because everything will be book related. Whether I'm telling you about my latest book find or if I'm just sharing a quick story about how my books are affecting my daily life, you'll be sure to find something useful and hopefully comical too! I'm super excited and I hope you check it out and save it to your favorites. You can leave comments. And if you read something that you think others would be interested in you can hit the e-mail link at the bottom of the post and forward it to a friend.

Happy reading, friends! http://myfriendscallmekate.blogspot.com/

I'm not SELFISH!

A few posts ago I mentioned that I've developed a new love for reading. New because it had been almost 12 years since I actually picked up a book. And that isn't counting the one a year book I picked up at the airport to keep me entertained. Since then, I've been buying books and adding to my personal collection. I've been buying a lot of books-which is why Richard is starting to nag me about the library card. I don't want a library card. I want to own my own books. They're relatively inexpensive compared to his golf clubs and his gun collection. My purses, shoes and books in a year would never equal the amount he spends on his two greatest hobbies. I'm not getting a library card-at least not yet! Hopefully never!

Anyway, selfishness is my question today and it has to do with the books I'm starting to become buried in. I really never cared about lending my books to others until just recently. I had a friend read a copy of a book by one of my most favorite authors and then when he was finished I sent it on to another friend at work. I noticed upon its return that the first borrower didn't hold my book the way I do and now it feels worn. I'm devastated. I'm currently in the middle of the Reacher Novels and people are starting to ask when they can begin the books. I'm not wanting to share them at this point for fear that Reacher will be worn out when he returns to me. The thought of it sends me into a panic. That's when I looked up the definition to see if I'm really being as horrible as I think I am.

SELFISH-(1) looking after own desires: concerned with your own interests, needs, and wishes while ignoring those of others...(2) demonstrating selfishness: showing that personal needs and wishes are thought to be more important than those of other people.

I read the definition and it doesn't read like I thought it would. In fact, I really think I can rationalize not sharing my books at all. Maybe reserving them only for the closest people in my life. Which would be me and my closest friends at work and in the ward. It would include friends like Vicki, who loaned me all of her Anne Rice novels. It would be hardly fair for me not to return the favor especially since I've done nothing but talk about Reacher for the last few weeks. And it would include friends like Adrienne W. since I never attended the book club she started after I promised her I would participate. She deserves to read the books and I really think she'd like Reacher. I like Reacher. It's possible she might like him as much as me. But she won't know if I don't let her borrow my books. It would include Jacque, too. She got me started on the BDB series so clearly I would need to loan a series that I believe would fall into the BDB category. Clearly, Jack Reacher is Brotherhood worthy. And I suppose I could make an exception for people who don't have a library card. It would be very hypocritical of me to tell them to go get one when I'm not willing to get one myself. See- I don't think I'm that selfish at all!

Another Project

Last week, I took some alone time and updated a really ugly dresser that I've had for about ten years. It was pretty when we first bought it and it fit right in with the cherry sleigh bed that we owned. But over time, the furniture became dated and a couple of years ago we remodeled the master bedroom. The old ugly dresser with a cute shape went out in the entry area. It was painted a dark olive green and someone fancied it up with deep burgundy flowers and some lattice design on all the drawers. It didn't match anything in the house but it became well used for anything that I needed a place for when I was cleaning the house. The same year we updated the bedroom, I purchased a really pretty print of the Salt Lake Temple. It came in a black frame and we don't really have anything black in the house. My solution two years later was to paint the dresser black. I was hoping to get before and after pictures...but Richard had the camera at Scout Camp. I roughed up the edges of the dresser and I think it turned out pretty nice. It looks great with my Salt Lake Temple picture above it. I also love the way the black looks against the dark wood floors. I think I might actually do the kitchen cabinets in black with a roughed up look-I can already see it with black and white marble counters...beautiful!

The Rest Of The Story

I received a ton of comments at work regarding my last post. So, I thought I'd give the rest of the story. In my post for Father's Day, I mentioned that my Father sent me a note wrapped around a twenty dollar bill after I had told him I was running low on cash. My friends at work thought it was funny and some admit using it as a perfect example of what parents should do to give a "hint" to their children. I really can't disagree with that. The next day I got up early and found a job. So, whatever my Father's intentions were...they worked. I've been working and saving money ever since. Some at work are curios to know what I did with the twenty dollars. I ordered pizza with it. I had opened the letter in front of my "roomies" expecting this big some of money-It was clear I was getting nothing. I was embarrassed and acted like it didn't matter to me, even though it did. Buying pizza for us was just a way for me to eat away the shame of quietly being told to "grow up!" When Richard and I were married I had 21 credit cards. They ranged from Victoria's Secret to The Emporium card I received when I was living in Oregon after my mission. I really hadn't racked up that much debt-I was just carrying around the opportunity to do so and conveniently forgetting about the credit card statement that was still being mailed every month to my Dad's house. Yes~ I intentionally allowed a credit card bill to be mailed to my Father knowing that he would pay the bill faithfully for me each month. I was spoiled-and unkind, really. Imagine my embarrassment when my Father turned the monthly statement over to me. I had a credit card with 12 thousands dollars worth of debt that my husband didn't even know about. Heck, even I wasn't aware of how much I had racked up over the YEARS I had been using it and quietly sending the bill to an address I hadn't lived at for who knows for how long. I admit I was foolish. My memory serves me well at times. Too well. I, the one who constantly cautions others about debt, purchased a used vehicle with a cash advance on that very card that was now my responsibility. A car I didn't even own anymore. How much did that purchase cost me? 21% interest each month---ON ONE PURCHASE! I could hear the clanging of the slot machines in my mind. That credit card company made a ton of money off of my stupidity. And my Father? He was never one to yell much. He certainly didn't believe that constantly repeating yourself to make a point really did much in the way of teaching. Instead, he'd sit quietly by just waiting for the opportunity to drop the bomb. It worked for me every time!