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Snow Day Commish



Not long ago, we had a snow day. 

Along with the rest of the country. 

But see, we live in northern Minnesota. 

So we’re used to a little snow.  I mean, it snows nearly every day.  We have all snowmobiles.  Dogsledders live in my backyard.  Everyone had as plow attachment on the front of their four-wheel drive trucks. 

Snow is not a big deal.  (Sorry Tulsa.  And Dallas.  But to make you feel better, we melt when it gets to 70.  Seriously.  It’s not pretty). 

So, I’m not sure WHOSE bright idea it was to call a snow day.  I mean, no one asked my opinion.  

It started out well.  My middle linebacker decided he would be industrious and build a snow cave.  Being a Warren, he never does anything small.  One year he built a two chamber cave so deep it needed a doorbell.  (those sticks are the handles of a post hole digger.  We have all sorts of snow cave accessories at our house).

 

My daughter, not to be outdone, decided she would help.  I had to describe what a shovel looked like, and she rooted around in the garage until she found one.

 

Not that there weren’t already enough implements on hand.
 
 



“Hey Pete! I found this cool thing-a-ma-bob.  Maybe it’ll help!”



“Don’t just stand there, help me shovel!”
 


“Shovel?  Like this?”

“Whoa, this is hard work.”

 

“But wow, I have some killer muscles!”

 

Snow Cave Kings. 

So, after a while, I wonder how they’re doing.  So I wander downstairs.  Call outside.  Nothing.  Worry a little that they’ve been crushed under the snow.  Decide to don my parka and hike out to the scene of the crime.

I am pulling on my Uggies when I hear laughter. 

Hmm….



 


“Hey mom.  It’s a snow day.” 

  

I see that. 

I’m just sayin’ that I think I need to be the Snow Day Commish.  Because I’m thinking there might be a few mothers out there willing to haul out the SUV, put on the 4WD and drag these bums to school.  

Whatever it takes. 

Off to go hide in the snow cave….

Super Bowl 2011

Warrens like football. 

A lot. 

And we had the privilege of hanging out with our boys’ football coach for the big game.  We didn’t have money for jerseys…so we made our own. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As you can see, only ONE of us was smart enough to vote for the Packers.  In fact, at the party, there were only 2 packers fan.  Me.  And Carl. 

Go Carl.

 

There might have been some tension during the game.

Mostly because…the Warren family Football Trophy was on the line. 

 

Guess who won?

See, it’s not just about winning the big game…you have to accumulate the most points throughout the ENTIRE SEASON.  And the best stats during the playoffs.

Some people are just really sore losers.

 

Let this be a lesson to you, Warren Children. 

You got your football genes from me. 

(And, you’ll never get this trophy…mmmwwwhhhaaaa!)

Goodbye Football. See you next year.

Susie The Scrambler May

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Dining With Joy is a fun, yet serious story about a cooking show host who can't cook. (what a nightmare that would be!)

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Meet Rachel: Rachel Hauck's stories are filled with twists and turns that leave the reader breathelss and longing for more. She is a fresh fiction voice will stir hearts for God. ~~Debbie Macomber - #1 NYT bestselling author

I wrote my first story about a girl and her pony when I was ten. It was handwritten in a spiral notebook. My second story was about a girl who wanted to move away and live in New York City. I was twelve and no one had ever heard of “chick lit.” I laughed when I found that incomplete manuscript in an old box-o-stuff. I told my husband, “I was born to write.” Find out more about Rachel at her website: www.rachelhauck.com

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More about the book: Joy Ballard has a secret: she's a cooking show host who can't really cook. When her South Carolina-based cooking show, Dining With Joy, is picked up by a major network, Joy Ballard's world heats up like a lowcountry boil. Joy needs help. Then she meets chef Luke Davis who moved to Beaufort after losing his Manhattan restaurant. A cook at the Frogmore Cafe, he's paying debts and longing to regain his reputation in the elite foodie world. Luke and Joy mix like oil and water…until Joy is exposed on national television. With her career and his reputation both under fire, they'll have to work together to fix the mess. Is it possible that they can learn to feast on God's love and dine with joy?

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Letters from Home - grab your hankie!

I've been catching up on a few things and was able to read through the contest entrees for the Nightingale contest! Sniff, sniff, *blow nose*. Oh my - these are beautiful. Do yourself a favor and read through some of these letters. Who knows ... one could be written for YOU!

Doreen writes to her mom: I don't really tell you that I'm grateful for you. I'm grateful for your life! Thank you so much for being there always when I need you.

Edna writes to a family member in Iraq: Take care while you are in Iraq and please let God be your guide so that He may help you. 

Casey writes to her friend Amber: Focus on one thing at a time and let all the other worries of life pass you by. Nothing is as important as what God puts in front of you to do at that exact moment, so ask Him what He wants you to do today and chase after that with all your mind, heart and soul.

Barbara writes to mom (age 92): I've always been thankful that God chose this remarkable lady to be my mom

Christine writes to her young daughter: You are such a special girl.Thank you for everything that you do.

Robin to an unknown soldier: Comfort. I laid the casing in my purse and carried it with me for years. Many times it offered me an opportunity to share the certainty we have of eternal life through faith in Christ Jesus.

Tina to her in-laws: I look at you today, you both are over 80 years old, and you never stop loving or supporting us. I have been blessed to have known you and I am even more blessed by the love you have shown me over the past 35 years. If being a Christian is being "Christ like" then you certainly are a Christian. It isn't a status...it's a way of life.

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I took a vacation!

Yes, it was right in the middle of a busy season, but frankly....I needed it.  I flew down to Isla Mujeres (off the coast of Cancun) with my hubby and my brother and his wife for a week.  Oh, to dig my toes into the creamy white sand, to let the sun soak into my skin, to drink in the salty tang of the ocean. 

   

To read. 
   
Yes, to read!  I brought along three books and finished them all.  Thankfully, I loved two of them (the third, not so much.  I left it in Cancun!).  The first book, Maid to Match, by Deeanne Gist, one of my favorite authors, delighted my heart.  It's a wonderful story about a maid in the Biltmore (Vanderbilt) Mansion in North Carolina.  I'm writing a story set in the gilded age (1890's-1920) , and Dee's writing, always eloquent, always so well researched, delivered me into that era flawlessly.  If you are looking for a delicious beach (or, okay, cozy fire) read - check out Maid to Match. 
   
I also read a book sent to me for review by the folks at Hachette that just might be the best non-fiction self-help book I've read all year.  It's a simple book, with straightforward biblical thinking:  Power to ReInvent Yourself by Jason Frenn.  The subtitle reads: How to break the destructive patterns in your life. 
   
Thankfully, God has long been at work breaking the destructive patterns in my life, but I found this book to be a refreshing reminder of the freedom in which He longs for us to live.  Although I knew many of the principles, the accessible way he delivered his message awakened my mind to the transforming power in Christ that I often forget about. So often, I listen instead to lies -- things Satan wants to put into my life to deflect me from reaching out to God.  "You're too busy to eat healthy and exercise - just give into the truth.  Go ahead and use that credit card - everyone else does!  Or, the worst...yes, you desperately need new shoes, after all you have nothing to wear!"  (okay, those are just a few, but the ones that seem to come back to plague me).
   
When I construct books, I often use the concept of "lies my character believes" to launch them on their journey...and in the end, the truth sets them free.  A simple, easy equation.  So why couldn't it work in my own life? 
   
It can. 
   
I believe God is in the business of breaking us free of lies.  And He's given us the book of truth to accomplish it.  I've long been in the habit of writing down truth (verses) from my daily bible study and posting them on my cupboards, my computer, on my bathroom mirror.  It seeps in, then, and breaks apart those lies.  But the biggest lie I think I - and others - grapple with is the lie that if we break free from our destructive habits, there won't be anything on the other side as enjoyable to fulfill us.  Think about it - people don't give up their credit card because they fear God won't provide.  They don't give up their chocolate chip cookies because they believe God can't satisfy.  They don't give up their bad relationships because they believe there is no one else out there for them. 
   
And that lie can only be broken with a recognition of God filling you with Himself.  Delighting you...and delighting in you. 
   
As I go into thanksgiving, it's a great opportunity to look back over the year and see the truth.  To write down all those moments in 2010 that God has provided.  That God has delighted.  That the truth has won. 
   
To give thanks for a God who doesn't give up on us, ever, who breaks us free, and reinvents us every.  Hey, that sounds a lot like Isaiah 61! 
   
I'm very excited to announce my new book - Nightingale! It's about exactly this concept...God breaking us free from our prisons.  It's about a scarlet woman trapped in her past, who meets a wounded warrior trapped by his future, and how divine fate frees them both.  It's a historical, set WW2 Wisconsin, written in part in letters.  I hope you enjoy it.

May you see the truth this season, and may it set you free. 

Happy Thanksgiving,

Susie May

Win a FLIP HD Camcorder in the Letters From Home Contest!

The blog tour for Nightingale is under way - check out what the reviewers and saying here!

 

Nightingale is about letters, the power of written correspondence to convey thoughts and emotions to those far away. And sometimes near. Letters are forever, they are something we savor and pull out to read again and again. They are often cherished and kept in a special place.

To celebrate the release of Nightingale, we'd like you to write a letter. One grand prize winner will receive a Flip HD Camcorder. 5 runner's up winners will win a signed copy of Nightingale. There are two ways to enter the contest by writing letters.

 

1. Write a letter to a soldier. At the end of the contest we'll print out and mail your letter for you.

 

2. Write a letter to a friend, loved one, family member, enemy. Tell them something you wished you'd told them before. Tell them you love them, or maybe how they touched your life. Perhaps an apology is in order or a thank you. Or perhaps you'd like to relate a funny tale or just share life. Whatever it is, submit it here along with your email address and we'll send it for you.

 

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The grand finale

Football season is over. 

I think we need to pause here for a moment of silence, of mourning…of WARMTH.

It was getting COLD sitting out there in the stands. 

But my boys are worth it. 

However, it was with great sadness that I couldn’t attend the final game of the season – the first playoff game.  A five hour drive (one way), the game fell on a Tuesday night two days before I left for a big conference.  Regardless of how I tried, I couldn’t make it work.

So I sat in my kitchen.

Alone.

Wrapped in a sympathy scarf.  (a huge thank you to my pal Darlene Guinn for her compassion in outfitting me with my specialized Football Mom scarf!)

See, we had the storm of the century that night.  Driving rain, 50 mph winds, 34 degrees.  I shivered just listening to it on the radio.  Peter said he couldn’t feel his arms five minutes into the first quarter.  The refs had to hold the ball down until the center could take it for the snap.  The fact that the Vikings even completed a pass is nothing short of a miracle. 

And, speaking of miracles, God showed up.

The team shivered their way through the half-time pep talk, trying to find some warmth from the bus heaters.  Peter said he’d never been so cold in his entire life.  (And let’s remember, we lived in SIBERIA once upon a time!)  As they were exiting the bus for the second half, the heat hadn’t touched their core. 

But see, God is on my side.  My MOTHER’s side.  He might not care about the score, but He cares about my son.

As they stepped onto the field, a nearby transformer exploded from the storm.

The lights on the field blinked out. 

The team had to retreat to the bus for another thirty minutes until they found a backup. I think had they continued onto that field, the entire team might have ended up in the ER, suffering from Hypothermia. (And let’s add here, that the coaches were pretty cold too).

However, by the time they took the field again, they could feel their toes, their arms, their fingers.  And their spirits. 

No, they lost, but the boys played their hearts out.  They ended well, albeit cold.  I was proud.

I worried/prayed/paced him home, still up when he pulled in at 3am.  Then I wrapped him in a blankie and poured hot cocoa down his gullet.  Because that’s what we mothers do, donchaknow.

So, the season is over.  Basketball is on the horizon.  I leave you with this, a glimpse of the fun.  (it’s just a sort of flaky home video, but it captures the fun in the stands – as well as my husband’s Vuvuzella!  Pay special attention to big #33!)

This has been your Cook County Vikings Football Mom report.  Thank you for tuning in.  See you next year!

The Movies and Memories Giveaway - enter today!

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* Netflix Subscription (New or Nostalgic Movies delivered right to your house)

* Starbucks gift card (To keep your engine revvin’)

*Gourmet chocolate (A favorite in the 1940’s and now) * British specialty teas in carved wooden box (Timeless tradition)

* Miniature model of a B-17 Flying Fortress bomber & C-47 cargo plane (Everyone needs a few toy planes) *Big Band music CD (Break out your dancing shoes)

* WWII authentic poster playing cards (Cards – a perfect game for two)

* Keep Calm and Carry On (Uplifting sayings WWII, a boost for troubled times)

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Double Teamed!

So, after my terrible Football Mom showing a couple weeks ago, I put in the effort to up my game the following week.  I was feeling pretty fine with my Vikings Football Jacket, my hat with my son’s number, and my football pin.


 
No one could call ME a pansy.

 

And Kathi let me into the Football Mom Club.  Finally…I was real.

Little did I know…

See, THIS week was homecoming.  And yes, I expected a big play or two.  Even brought in a few of my own.

Like these:  Football Earrings with MY son’s number!

 

That’s right.  And just to show my extreme football commitment, I did this:

 

BLUE HAIR!  And I brought in fresh blood - a daughter with BLUE HAIR too!  And she wore my son’s away game jersey. 

All in.  That’s me.  Playing for the win. 

Until…

Kathi and my previous Pea-Green Jacket Pal showed up to the game.  Laughing all the way. 

 

DOUBLE TEAMED!!

Not only had Kathi rooted through her 20+ year old high school memorabilia, but she pulled out her CCHS cheerleader POM POMS and her LETTER JACKET!  And the little instigator/overachiever pulled her Cuz “Nicie” into the play who not only wore a practice jersey, but did this:

 

FACEPAINT!  On a 40+ year old woman. 

I mean really, that’s just over the top. Have some dignity. 

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I discovered THIS contraband at the game!

 

Apparently it’s so she can listen to the announcer call the game.  Probably just likes hearing her kid’s name over and over and over.  “Johnson on the sack.”   Whatever.

I don’t need a radio to know how awesome MY son is. (The one who made his own stellar sack.  Recovered a fumble.  Rushed in last week’s game for 122 yards and two touchdowns.  If someone kept track of that kind of thing.)

 

And then, of course, there’s the entire row of Grandmas.  I mean, how many Grandmas does one kid need?  And a grandpa too?  I’ll bet they aren’t even RELATED to Johnson.
(Oh, shoot, I’ll bet they are.  Everyone up here is related.)

But, not to fear…I may not have Pom Poms or face paint or even a Football Grandpa, but I still have a few tricks plays up my sleeve.

This season isn’t over yet…

Just you wait, Kathi Johnson, just you wait…

Still Scramblin’ Susie

Bring it.

Bring it, baby

I am a football mom.

I love being a football mom. I go to every game I can, even if it is four hours away. I sit in the rain, the snow, the sleet and I sing the school song.  I ice bruises and layer on antibiotic to cuts.  I talk through bad plays and listen to endless hours of strategy. I know the stats and formations of the opposing teams.  And I have the NFL channel playing in my kitchen.

I am a football mom.

Or…so I thought.

Until I met….Kathy. 

Kathy is also a football mom.  But see, Kathy had a son who graduated two years ago, so she’s been this route before (my son is only a sophomore…a STARTING sophomore.  Starting at Middle Linebacker and Fullback….but I digress….) so she knows that being a football mom isn’t just about listening to plays and driving to games and icing bruises.

It’s all about the look. 

I thought I had my act together until I arrived at the game and realized that I had NOT brought my A game to the stands.  I do not look like a football mom.

 

And see, it’s not just about the gear…it’s about the details.

These details.

  

And don’t forget the earrings.  Earrings!! With her son’s number!

Blindsided!  Blitzed for the tackle!

Worse, I looked around and discovered I was surrounded by the Varsity moms!

This is Lori.  Her son is the QB, #11. Her husband is the coach.

Lori is a football mom. 


 
Not only that, but she brought a GRANDMA to the game with her!  In fact, you can’t see it, but there is an entire ROW of grandmas back there. 

I don’t have a football grandma.

There are others like me in the stands.  Like my friend in the pathetic pea green coat.
 



Kathy sure looks gleeful.  Probably because her son just made a great tackle.

Whatever.

Fine, Kathy, if that’s how you want it. 

I will get the gear.  The blankie, the numbered hat, the button, the jacket…the earrings.  Maybe even a tattoo.  (Okay, maybe not, but...) I will not be benched.  Sidelined.  Sacked.

Because I am a football mom.

Game on, baby.

Susie “the Scrambler” May