Menu: Week 47

Its going to be an exciting week. My medium boy is turning 4 on Tuesday. I can't believe how fast they grow. He's super excited to go to the train park next week.

Monday
- Shredded pork sandwiches

Tuesday
- Shredded pork tacos

Wednesday
- Asian chicken and noodles

Thursday
- Pizza night

Friday
- Black and blue burger nachos

Saturday
- Bacon onion cheese burger

Gluten free treat for the boys
- Apple and Carrot muffins
- Gluten free Cheez Its

Wendell Baker memorial video





For all of you who couldn't make it to my grandpa's memorial. Here is the video we played about his life.

Menu: Week 46


In the midst of all the heart ache we've had this week with the passing of my grandpa, my husband and I got to spend some time with our newest nephew. He is sooo adorable! I just want to pinch his little chubby cheeks all of the time.

Monday 
- Chicken stir fry

Tuesday
- Philly cheese steak

Wednesday
- Spaghetti

Thursday
- Shredded pork sandwiches

Friday
- Shredded pork Tacos

Saturday
- Pork low mein (We have a roast to use up:))

No menu: Week 45


There wont be a menu this week. I know this is kinda of late to post.

We lost my Grandpa last Saturday night. He went home to live with our heavenly father. I miss him very much, but I'm sure he is having the most amazing time with his family that has gone before him.

We've spent a lot of time this last week remembering my grandpa and sharing stories and pictures. I've loved hearing about my grandpa's smiling face and his giving heart. He was a great man, and I've only began to touch the surface of who he was.

I know that one of my fondest memories was how he used to call me Sarai (Sar-ee-eye). I loved it so much I adopted it as my pen name.

So, in closing I will say this. I miss my grandpa very much, but I will see him again in heaven one day.

For those of you who would like to share your stories and photos about Wendell Baker, please join us on Facebook by following this link.

A most amazing rendering of my grandpa by
my artist sister Drew.

WRiTE Club 2014

Calling all writers! I just entered this writing contest called WRiTE Club. Its super fun and is totally anonymous. So if you are afraid to get your writing out there, this is your chance to do so. All you need is a 500 word sample of your writing and then you just sit back and let it fight it out with the other samples. Its that simple.


Good luck! I will be posting my entry on my blog as soon as the contest is over.

Menu: Week 44

This week I got to see a friend from high school days. She and her husband are expecting their first child in a few weeks.

I was lucky enough to get them in my studio for a fun photo session and hopefully, if the weather permits, I will see them again before the baby is born for an outdoor session.

Good luck Kether and Mohamed on your new little one! I can't wait.

Monday
- Chicken fried steak

Tuesday
- Avacado Buffalo Chicken wrap

Wednesday
- Sesame Chicken

Thursday
- Cheesy Chili Mac

Friday
- Sausage skillet

Saturday
- Pork Schnitzle sandwich

Sunday
- Dinner with the In-Laws

Writers voice submission - The Last Artican

Supper excited for you all to be joining me on my blog. Please, leave a comment :)
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Dear super duper coaches,

I would like to offer up my novel The Last Artican, a YA fantasy complete at 94,000 words. It's a stand alone novel with series potential and it will appeal to fans of Garth Nix’s SABRIEL and Mercedes Lacky’s BRIGHTLY BURNING.

The ancient blood of the founding master races flows through Tabor’s veins. Power. Magic. A death sentence.

In the south, the Dominion hunts down anyone with the blood of the ancients and on her nineteenth birthday, they find Tabor. Captured by the murderous Dominion leader, Lord Farenan, Tabor and her pure magic are all he needs to claim true power in the world. He will use her magic to find her people, a people who have not been seen in a century, and enslave them.

Unwilling to be used, Tabor escapes and places her trust in her new caretaker who promises to aid her in finding her people, in finding a way to be free. Tabor quickly finds that her new ally has his own agenda and he uses Tabor’s trusting heart to get what he wants, his sisters freedom.

Betrayed and recaptured, Tabor is taken to the heart of Winter Land and forced to search out her ancestors or suffer the consequences, death. Her people hold the secrets to her safety and the training to harness the greatest power seen in centuries, but Farenan seeks to make Tabor their destruction.

I’ve been a member of the Long Ridge Writers Group since 2005 and have written biographies for several web pages. I have been published in the New Authors Journal and twice in the Voice of Fellowship. I have also self published on Amazon.com a healthy living book called “An easy diet for a crazy life.”

Thank you for your consideration. I hope to hear from you soon.

First 250 words

I had been staring at the crack in the ceiling over my bed for hours now. I watched as the moon light visited my window casting a sullen shadow across the room, and I waited as the white glow was replaced by the early morning twilight. Dawn had finally come.

I hadn’t slept most of the night because of the dream. I could still hear the haunting sound of my mother’s last screams as I laid freezing in a bed of snow. A baby left for dead. The sounds kept me awake more often than not these days and the visions only became worse. I ran my hands through my sweat soaked hair. Make them stop!
My thoughts were interrupted by the bell in the tower. I dreaded that sound. It meant that I would have to live one more day hiding who I was and where I came from. I guess it was better than the nightmares I faced when I slept, but I didn’t know how much better it was.
As the bell chimed again calling to me to get out of bed, I remembered what this day meant. It was my nineteenth birthday. It would mark one year that my magic refused to emerge. One year that I was a misfit between normal and Artican. I was beginning to doubt my origins.
Maybe I wasn’t who I thought I was all along. Maybe this master blood that was supposed to be running through my veins was a myth.