The Sisters at Our Lady of Peace Retreat House in Beaverton are rolling out the red carpet to celebrate the launch of Death By Minivan, the first book by me and my friend, the brilliant artist Christy Stephens! Please join us Thursday, November 15, 2018 from 6:30-9:00 PM for appetizers, wine, an author + artist Q & A, raffle, and book signing. A signed copy of Death by Minivan makes a unique a special hostess or other holiday gift!
We look forward to celebrating with YOU!
Again, please join us this Thursday, November 15, 2018 from 6:30-9 PM at Our Lady of Peace Retreat House: 3600 SW 170th Avenue, Beaverton, OR 97003
Come when you can; stay as long as you’d like!
6:30 PM – Mixer with appetizers, wine, and fellowship
7:00 PM – Q & A with Author Heather Renshaw and Artist Christy Stephens
8:00 PM – Book Signing and Raffle
Still not sure what to think of this whole “Death By Minivan” business? Check out what others are saying in this fun video, or listen to the most recent interview I did with Mater Dei Radio.
Until next time,
Yesterday’s post was heavy, yo. Like, heavier than Aunt Mildred’s holiday fruit cake heavy. So, to lighten the mood, I present you with a few funny pictures from the past 24 hours. Enjoy.
N decided to play priest during bathtime last night and enthusiastically claimed his little brother as his newest parishioner: “I baptize you in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. [somber voice] You are holy now.[yelling gleefully] Let’s go get some coffee!!!” Baby K thought is was hil-freaking-larious. And then he pooped in the tub. True story.
Reading for comprehension homework brought to you by a girl who is severely, ahem, sensitive to bananas. She’s honest, that one.
I’m sure he’s thinking: “Selfie sticks are overrated. This shot captures my best side, complete with messy playroom!”
And so, life rolls on with the funny, the holy, the messy, and the amazing. Keep trusting, friends.
Yeah, that’s pretty much all I wanted to say about that. I don’t really have a full blog’s worth to write yet, but wanted to be sure that you know that I know that I should blog more regularly.
Oh, and GOD BLESS YOU, you Easter People!!!
… the kids and Daddy will all go to a doctor’s appointment
and get lunch at Wendy’s
and feed the ducks at the duck pond. And … drumroll, please …
… the 21-month-old will say “Daddy” for the very first time. !!!
Actually, he said it just after I got home from work. Daddy was on the phone on the patio outside, and the boy child enthusiastically pointed outside, saying, “Yaggy, Yaggy!” I pointed at the man in question to clarify, and asked, “Daddy?” Out came the emphatic reply: “Yeah!” After Daddy came inside, I pointed again and inquired, “Who is this?” “Yaggy, Yaggy!” he said. So, ‘Yaggy” it is.
Yaggy was very happy. Yaggy smiled and kissed his son. “It’s about time,” said Yaggy. Yaggy was a bit concerned that his new name sounded oddly like “Shaggy” from the old Scooby-Doo cartoon. He wondered if he’ll have to start doling out Scooby snacks to the children periodically throughout the day.
I decided to start waking up an hour early every morning to take a brisk Rosary walk around our “big” block, because starting a full-time job outside the home for the first time in several several years yesterday wasn’t enough of a change in my life – I crave sleep deprivation, also. Lord, help me.
I can already tell a physical difference, though, which is fabulous! My calves are sore, as is a muscle in my lower back that I haven’t heard from in many moons. Oh, and I’m pretty sure the large pimple forming to the left of my nose is from the sweat puddles. Have I mentioned I don’t care for exercise?
Okay – off to get ready for work. The kids will be up soon. I pray you have a blessed day and will choose to be salt and light wherever Our Lord takes you.