No Arizona

All the talk of my new book has struck me with the classic writer's block. I want to pen about sun and heat but I look outside and the white sends me back to reality. Why would two Hispanic, Catholics want to raise a family in Utah anyway? If my Grandma didn't like to have everyone so close to her, I think she'd want us in Sedona, where it's warm and viruses don't come your way every other week. She'd probably actually want us in Parkview, New Mexico, where she was raised, but the town is so small that I don't even think it registers on mapquest.

So apparently when one has writer's block, they just babble about whatever's crossing their mind at the time. I could write about more serious things like Brooks' unpredictable blood sugar which is driving me absolutely crazy. Welcome to the life of diabetes Ang. As I watched him playing downstairs this morning, I remembered how I used to say that I couldn't wait for him to get out of that scary baby stage when he put all things little in his mouth and climbed anything laced with danger. I couldn't wait for the day when I wouldn't worry about him so much, but that's a day that will never exist for me now. And I'll probably never live near the grand canyon either.

Fortunate for me though, I have two beautiful children who love life in rain, sleet, sun, or snow. Emma is a master at wanting everyone to be happy. She's very patient with Brooksie and likes to make him smile, most of the time. E.J. gives in more than a sister should, but it's something she'll never regret when she's older. I'm proud of the big heart and the loving load she carries.

Tug doesn't care for winter himself. Making him a trail to the tramp ain't no party either. Thanks Babes for blazing him a walkway just because you know it makes me happy.

Don't poke fun at his Elmer Fudd hat please. I bought him this gem so the frost doesn't creep onto the lobes, they ain't no small potatoes by any means.

Since my blog is private now, I can say that this is what the Poll's see alot of this time of year. It might not be Arizona, but it's no Alaska either, and thank goodness for that y'all. I've seen enough snow and entirely too much Palin for one lifetime.

The Next Stephenie Meyer?

So apparently a few people think I is a good writer. Thank you, by the way, for the nice emails and comments. As for your recommendations and questions about me publishing a book, I'm now considering it. Here are some book titles I'm tossing around:

- Dysfunctional When Punctual

- All Flossers Go to Heaven

- Finding Peace in Peanut Butter Bars

- A Cuss Word a Day Keeps the Bishop Faraway

- What to Expect When Your 50 Lbs. Plus After Expecting

- How to Buy a Lot That You Can Only Dream of Building On

- Making the Best of Your Motorcycle Man and Other Fables on the Road Again

- My Book Club Kicks Your Book Club's Ass

- Why Middle Children are Smarter

- Become the Virus Within You and It Will Never Go Away

- Endocrinologist or Therapist: A Guide to Breaking Down at Every Appointment

- Cornflower and the Mile High Fan

- When Facebook Takes Ahold

- Raising Peter Parker (with art cover)

- Faux on Miss Beautiful (with art cover)
- Killing Me Softly with His Song (and art cover)