This month we are counting down our top 10 children’s books. This is going to be hard for me since I’ve read so many. Between being an elementary school teacher and then holding the title of kids’ lead at B&N my list is endless. I will attempt to give you my top favorites, though these are in no particular order, except the first one.
My very favorite children’s book is: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I know I’ve talked about this book before, but I can’t say enough good things about it. If you’ve never read it I say go and read it right now. I probably have, at least, 6 or 7 different copies as well as an ebook. I can now read it any time I need a pick-me-up
2 is Nancy Drew. I know it’s not a single book, but I love the series. I started reading them when I was probably eight and they remain a favorite.
3 is Skippy Jon Jones. If you’ve never read it you’re missing out. When I was teaching, this was the book my kids wanted me to read to them. I think I read it like thirty times and, not only to my students, but to other classes too.
4 is Harriet the Spy. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve read this book. I loved the idea of her having a “secret” notebook she kept all her observations in. I had a notebook too, but I made up stories. Sort of the same thing.
5 is the Little House books. I didn’t watch the TV show. I didn’t like it, but I loved the books. My favorite was These Happy Golden Years since it was the one where Laura and Almanzo fell in love. *sigh*
6 is the book Auntie Claus, which I purchased when I was teaching. It’s all about children who discover their aunt is Santa’s sister.
7 is Tuesday. This book is so clever and so imaginative. And it has no words, just pictures to tell the story. If you’ve never seen it I highly suggest you check it out.
8 is a Wrinkle in Time. I’ve read this whole series over and over and it never gets old. I also shared it with my students every year I taught.
9 is, of course, Harry Potter. Of course, I was an adult when the first one was published, but I was going into teaching so asked for The Sorcerer’s Stone for Christmas. My sister had never head of it, since the book has come out a few months before, but got it for me anyway.
10 is The Borrowers. If you’ve never heard of the book it’s by an English author and was pubbed in the early 50s. I found the first one in my very tiny school library and instantly fell in love. The novel is all about a family of tiny people who live in the walls of a “human” house. So much fun.
I have so many thing on my mind lately. The state of the world, politics, why is high fashion so weird . . .my thoughts are endless. But let me share just some of what’s on my mind.
If you know anything about me, you know that I’m a crafting crazy. I always say I’m a Jill of all trades, but Mistress of none. So, I knit, embroider, cross stitch, make jewelry, make my own spa stuff, help Sis when she messes with her miniature projects. Now, I’ve decided I want to teach myself to water color. Yeah, I know, but it’s just something I feel I need to do. I’m sure I’ll be crap at it, but I don’t care.
I’ve labeled this year the Year of Self-Care and I downloaded the coolest app called Stop Breathe Think and I love it. It’s meditation, but more than that. It has a journaling section and it walks you through yoga and falling asleep. It’s good stuff.
I’ve also decided to try and teach myself Spanish or reteach myself. I have this app called Duolingo and it’s really good. The lessons are super short and I like it too.
Why is it when you need to work a cat will insist on being cradled like a baby, but when you’re free the cat is nowhere to be found?
Why are the stories in the news always bad? Couldn’t we maybe have 1 good story to every 2 bad?
I still don’t understand how people can back the current president. The man is a liar. He lies so much I expect his pants to just burst into flames at any moment. If they did, that would be really funny.
Why do some people think that if the person in front of them stops at a stop sign they don’t have to stop for it? Are they special? Do they not see it? Do they not understand what STOP actually means?
Cold weather is stupid. That’s all. It’s just stupid. Once the holidays are over the weather needs to be sunny and 65.
If I won the lottery, I wouldn’t stay at my day job. Even though I like my day job, yeah, I’d be so done.
Wow, I think that’s about all for me. If you want to share a random thought, you are more than welcome to jot one in the comment section.
Welcome to the first flash fiction based on a song for 2019! Our song this months is called God of Ocean Tides by Counting Crows. If you don’t know it, which I didn’t, here a video for you to check out.
Also, I’m not a fan of the Counting Crows, especially when that horrible song Mr. Jones was played over and over on the radio. BUT, I like the title of this song and the imagery from the video. So, here’s my flash:
Blaire raised her face to the salty ocean breeze and breathed deep. The rhythmic roar of the waves combined with the starry night sky made the evening perfect. Okay, the man walking at her side holding her hand didn’t hurt either. She and Ryujin had met at a party on New Year’s Eve, a party she hadn’t wanted to attend, a party her friend Stacy had practically had to force her to go to. Stacy had told her all about the consultant who had come from Japan to work with Stacy’s husband’s company on their idea on how to get the plastic out of the oceans.
Blaire had reluctantly agreed, wanting to meet the man that even Tom, Stacy’s husband, gushed over. Ryujin Nakashi truly was gush worthy, from his shoulder length ink black hair to his sharp cheekbones to his startling ocean green eyes, the man was all that and a bag of chips. Yes, he was good-looking, but that hadn’t held Blaire’s attention. What did was the man’s brain. He was smart and funny and the two of them could sit for hours and just talk. Politics, religion, the newest science fiction movie, there wasn’t a subject they hadn’t covered.
Now, nearly eight months later Ryujin’s job was taking him back to Japan. She knew their time was limited, but eight months had seemed like such a long time. Not anymore. Not when eight months was now down to hours. Hours until he left. Hours until she wouldn’t see him anymore.
When they’d started, they said they would keep things light, knowing it had an end date. Blaire had been totally good with that. She hadn’t been in the market for a long-term relationship. Her career as a lawyer was the most important thing in her life. She planned on making partner by the time she was thirty-five so she couldn’t afford distractions. Now, after eight months, she was in love for the first time ever and she would give up the idea of becoming a partner just to be with the man who walked beside her.
Not that she would ever tell him that. They’d said casual with an end date and she had no right to ask for more. To expect more.
“I love the ocean,” he said, his deep accented voice easing over her.
“I do too. I could live on the beach and be quite happy.”
“Really?” He stopped and turned to face her. “Would you really be happy living on a beach?”
Blaire looked out at the moon casting its silvery light over the waves and nodded. “Oh yes. When I first came to California. The very first day I was here. The first thing I did once I collected my luggage at the airport was come to the beach. I remember having beach posters hanging up in my room when I was a kid. I even asked my mom for a table top fountain for like my sixth birthday. I wanted the sound of water in my room.”
“Did you get it?”
“Oh no, water and electricity with a six-year-old. But mom did get me a sound machine that played ocean waves. I had it on all the time. I went to sleep with it and woke up with it.”
He smiled. “Now I understand all the fountains around your home and in your office.”
“I know it’s not the same, but it’s the closest I can come on a daily basis.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Damn, the man could kiss. She’d found that out on New Year’s Even too. Then she’d taken him home and found out what else he could do with sexy mouth.
He pulled back to cup her face in his hands and stare into her eyes. She mimicked him by cupping his face. They stood like this for long moments, just staring into each other’s eyes.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he whispered. “I know what we said—”
She interrupted him. “I feel the same way. I don’t want you to leave.” Then she took a chance and said the words she’d never said to a man before. “I love you.”
“I love you and I would stay with you here, but I have responsibilities at home.”
“I know,” she said.
“If I asked you to come with me. To my home. To leave your home. Your job. Everything.” He closed his eyes. “Too much to ask of you.”
Something in Blaire rose up. The something that she always listened to, no matter how crazy. It was the same knowing she had when she decided to move to California. Took a different train where she met her friend Stacy. The knowing that had guided her, her whole life.
“Will you come with me? Be mine? And I will be yours.”
“Yes, I will.”
He took her mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongues and passion. A kiss that always made her crazy for him. This man that she loved and was willing to give up everything for.
“In Japan,” he spoke against her lips, “there are stories about gods of the ocean. Dragon kings who live in cities deep, deep in the ocean. These dragons protect and guard their territories. One of these dragon kings is Ryujin, who rules a kingdom city in the North Pacific Ocean. He had many responsibilities, but no one to share them with. No one to call his own. Until now. Now Ryujin has Blaire who will live with him and love with him.”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, I will live with you and love with you. But I am very human.”
And why wasn’t she freaking out? Why wasn’t she calling him a liar and running away? Because she knew there was something different about him. She’s always known. Once again, her instincts had nudged her and so, she accepted.
“Not so much anymore.” He said and looked a bit embarrassed. “The last few months, when we had sex without a condom, my essence had begun to prepare you, especially since we…you…”
Blaire laughed. “When I went down on you.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Yes, that combined with the intercourse had begun to make changes to your body. And, before you ask, if I would have left in the morning these changes would have eventually gone away.”
“Would you have gone away?”
“No, I love you too much. Need you too much.”
“So, what do we do?”
“We leave, if you’re ready.”
“I am ready.”
He backed up from her and smiled then his figure blurred and changed. Blaire blinked her eyes to try to bring him back into focus, but where Ryujin had stood now stood a…dragon. A ginormous black dragon that slowly lowered his head until they could see eye to eye. His eyes were Ryujin’s eyes.
“Wow, you are utterly amazing.”
He nuzzled her gently with his snout and spoke. “Thank you.”
He turned his front paw over and in the midst of the talons was a pearlescent sphere.
“Step in and I will show you our home.”
Blaire stepped up and into the shape that reminded her of a soap bubble and, before she could blink, they were in the water. She knew, that no matter what life brought her, it would never be boring with her god of the ocean tides.
Hello and welcome to a new feature for 2019. It’s called First Time and it’s where we each talk about a first time occurrence for a set of our characters. Today is first meeting. Now, lately I have like 3 or 4 different projects going at once. The keeps me writing no matter what is going on or how I’m feeling. So, I think I’ll introduce two of the three main characters from Entangled, Rowan and Sergei.
Having never done this feature before, I’m just going to jump in and do it the way I want, which is what I’m sure Jessica and Bronwyn would say to do anyway.
Anyway, Rowan and Sergei met before the book started, but it was in a professional capacity so there wasn’t time to talk. I consider this time there true “first” meeting. Hope you enjoy it!
She pulled into the parking lot of the motel she’d picked, as a shadow eased out from the darkness around the office. The man was enormous, probably topping six-four with wide shoulders and bulging muscles to spare. Brutally handsome, with high sharp cheekbones and a nose that had been broken in the past. She recognized him. He was the man she hadn’t been able to get out of her head. The man’s ruthless sexuality had stirred something in her, something she’d wanted at the time and, apparently, still wanted.
“That’s Sergei!” Misha said joy evident in his voice. “Hi, Sergei!”
“I’m Sergei Bukolov,” the man said, putting his hands out to show he had no weapons.
Rowan almost laughed, since she knew from first-hand experience this guy didn’t need anything to be dangerous. Menace rolled off him in waves as she rolled the window down so they could stare at one another.
“I know you,” he said, as his gaze roved over her features.
The man still had beautiful brown eyes, which was something she’d noticed when they’d first met. No names had been exchanged, but she’d found a man like this didn’t need a name to be remembered. Only after, had she asked around, wanting to put a name to the face, to the voice, she couldn’t get out of her head.
“We worked together once,” she replied.
“I remember,” he said, his voice deep and accented. “You are not someone I would forget. I’ve already got us a room.”
She wondered at his comment, but instead of asking said, “Hop in and you can direct us.”
And there you have it. Their very first meeting. Now go and see what the other Bloggers did with the task.
Welcome to the first photo flash fiction of the new year!! Obviously, we’re using the pic above to write a short piece. I can’t wait to read what the other bloggers are going to do with it. Hope you enjoy what I came up with.
“Okay, take off the blindfold.”
Andromeda really didn’t want to. She hated surprises, especially the surprises her younger sister Rhea presented to her. Usually, the surprise involved some kind of horrible decision that Andromeda would have to get her out of. Crossing her fingers that this time would be different, she slowly pulled the blindfold off.
The room she found herself in was all wood. From the ceiling to the cabinets that lined the wall. The floor could possibly be wood too except she couldn’t see for all the trash, broken glass, and paper that was strewn about. Bare wires dangled from the ceiling where some kind of light fixture probably hung at one time.
“Well?” Rhea said, practically bouncing on her toes.
Without thinking, Andromeda uttered Bette Davis’s oft-quoted line. “What a dump.”
Rhea gasped. “What are you talking about? I know this room looks rough, but wait until you see the rest of the house.”
Rhea grabbed Andromeda’s hand and dragged her out into an equally dismal hallway. Large holes decorated the walls as the main stairway sagged dangerously.
“This will be the perfect place for a bed and breakfast,” Rhea enthused. “All it needs is a little work. There are a lot of bedrooms upstairs and the kitchen is huge, and, as you saw, there’s a butler’s pantry.”
Andie rubbed her face. “Bed and breakfast?”
“Yeah, you know, the B&B we always talk about opening. Now that we have our inheritance it’s the perfect time.”
“I have a job with a fairly prestigious hotel. I like it. It gives me a salary and benefits. And, my portion of the inheritance is going to help me finally buy a home.” Andie looked around at the disaster surrounding them. “Besides, even if I would think about throwing away everything I have and opening my own inn this wouldn’t be the place. It needs way more than a little work. I’m sure the electrical and plumbing all need to be updated as well as the HVAC system. From the brown stains on the ceiling it needs a whole new roof. So yeah, the best thing that can happen to this place is it burns down.”
She turned to find Rhea staring at her with wide eyes. Wide guilty eyes.
“What did you do?” Andie asked.
“Well it’s the perfect place,” Rhea repeated herself. “So, I bought it.”
“I bought it,” Rhea said, her voice firmer this time. “I signed the papers this morning.”
“What were you thinking? You can’t afford this place. It’s a wreck, but I’m sure with the land and as big as it is, it’s not cheap.”
“No, there you’re wrong. I bought it outright so there’s no mortgage.”
“How?” she asked, though the sinking feeling in her stomach already told her how.
“I used our money. I used our money to buy the house. It’s going to be great. Once we fix it up the place is going to be incredibly popular. There’s even a ghost here. That’s going to pull people in since they love that kind of stuff.”
Andie took a breath, then another. Calm down, she told herself. Just calm down. Stay calm.
“You stole my half of the inheritance to buy this dump? And, somehow, you think that’s okay?”
“I didn’t steal it,” Rhea insisted. “I used it to give us an incredibly future. We’ll own our own haunted B&B.”
“Oh, it’ll be haunted alright, since I’m probably going to kill you dead.”
Here we are at the start of another year. I can honestly say I’m really glad 2018 is gone. It wasn’t the best year on record. The depression, an ever present thing, was more present than ever. My day job was a total bear at times and my writing was non-existent.
BUT . . . that was 2018.
2019 is totally different. It is The Year of Self Care! If you wanna know more about this check out the blog post from Tuesday and it will tell you all about it. Anyway, as it is the Year of Self Care part of that will be taking my writing back. I had decided on this right after Christmas. In preparation, I was going to email the publishing house that held my Promises Series and ask for it back. There were changes and additions and fixes I wanted to make and, to do this, I needed to own it again.
The universe must have heard because when I went out to the site they had closed up shop. I was stunned as I hadn’t received a notice about it. I checked in with Bronwyn and she hadn’t heard about it either, but she suggested I check in with them to make sure my books were now mine again.
Yes they are!!!!! This totally kicks off the Year of Self Care with a vengeance. So, this year I am going to work to get the books released again, plus finish, at least, 2 other books. I know big goals, but that’s what this year is about. I’m also going to blog every time. I always say I’m going to “try” to blog, but yeah like Yoda says “Do or do not, there is no try.” So smart.
I’m also going to be more present and take better care of myself. I’m going to put me first. I know, scary concept. But this whole thing is one day at a time.
Tell me what your goals for the new year are and go out and see what Jessica, Kris and Bronwyn say is their goals.
Self Care. Not a new concept. Especially since there’s a butt load of books out there talking about this very topic. Unfortunately, it’s a new idea for me. I’m sure I’m like most women and put everything else first. Job, family, friends . . . doesn’t matter. Everyone and everything comes first while I come in dead last every single time.
I was having this discussion with a friend of mine, Anne (who my sister calls The Goddess Anne). We were both talking about just how not good we felt. We were tired, not just body tired, but mind, spirit, soul deep tired. She’d been through a lot of crap in the last couple years and my battle with depression is an ongoing thing.
Thankfully, Anne and I work together and she’s my port in a storm. We talk about anything and everything and over our daily chats we both realized that we need to start putting ourselves first. It was an imperative to take this step. So, we declared 2019 The Year of Self Care.
I always think about it in a sentence with capital letters starting each word. It makes it more important and momentous. Thinking about it this way also pushes how important this step is. Self Care isn’t just a buzz word, it’s an act I need to think about and take seriously. As seriously as I took my college classes and teaching.
So, throughout this year I’m going to be blogging about the whole idea of Self Care. What it means to me, the steps I’m taking, my triumphs and, I’m sure, failures. No matter what, though, this is a journey I’m sticking with. I have to stick with. I really do believe it’s the way to get healthier. Healthier in my body, my mind, and most especially in my spirit.
I hope you’ll join me and share what you do for Self Care or, if nothing else, follow me as I go on this amazing and a tad scary journey of putting myself first.
I can’t believe this is the last PP of the year. Everything has gone by so quickly. I will say, we saved one of the best for last, since the prompt made me laugh. Oh and I instantly thought of Shay and Josie for the prompt. Hope you all enjoy. And, as always, the prompt will be in bold type.
Shay settled her backpack more securely and worked her way up the small rise. The forest was quiet around them as the last rays of the sun were visible through the trees. As a child, her mother had always told her to trust her instincts and that’s exactly what she was doing. Which was good, since she didn’t have a clue. They needed help so she was going to use a spell from one of her great grandmother’s grimoires. It was called The Spell of Calling and was only to be used in a dire situation and only as a last resort. Well demon things lose in the world and eating people was pretty much a huge emergency.
As she reached the highest point of the hiking path, Josie staggered up and dropped to the ground.
“This is my life now,” Josie said, trying to catch her breath. “I have climbed this hill and now, I will die upon it.”
Shay rolled her eyes. “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”
“You shut up, stupid face.”
Shay shook her head. “You need to shut up more. And, we’re supposed to utilize the training facilities to stay in shape. Aren’t you doing that?”
“Hey, I’m the brains of this operation not the brawn.”
“Are you done screwing around? We have to get to the spot before the full moon rises.”
Josie forced herself to her feet. “I’m not screwing around. I’m exhausted and sweaty. Oh, and scared, let’s not forget scared.”
Shay put her hand on Josie’s arm. “Me too, but if I can get this right, we’ll have help.”
“Then let’s get this done.”
They set off again, but the walk was definitely easier. The ground was flat and it hadn’t rained recently so there was no mud. Also, it looked as though they were on an established walking trail. Shay only hoped that if they strayed into the forest, she could lead them out. Of course, she didn’t say that to Josie. The girl was already flipped out, no need to add more to her plate.
She led them down a small incline then veered off to the left and over a fallen tree. She broke into a trot as the pull became stronger. She pushed her way through heavy brush and found herself in a clearing containing a small mound. Shay gently put her foot on the ground and found it solid. Then she climbed to the top and dropped her pack.
“Should I stay down here?” Josie asked.
Shay knelt on the ground and began to pull items from her pack. Her great grandmother’s small cauldron, her grandmother’s wand, and herbs from her mother’s garden. Then she pulled out stones from her own collection. Pieces she’d collected over the years. None of them were particularly spectacular, but they’d spoken to her. Lastly, she pulled her great grandmother’s spell book from the bag and opened it to the spell she wanted.
Shay took a deep breath. Then another. She opened her senses to the forest. She could hear the wind rustling the trees and night birds calling. When she was ready, she picked up the wand and cast a circle. Settling on the ground she began to add the herbs and stones to the cauldron. Though she had the book she didn’t need it. She knew what she had to do.
Finally, she placed her hands, palm down, over the cauldron and pushed all her need, fear and want into it. At the last moment she said, “Send me who we need.”
The contents of the cauldron lit up and began to glow. Shay pulled her hands away in time as a beam of pure radiant light shot up from the cauldron into the sky. Then it shot into the mound she sat on. The earth vibrated under her for about thirty seconds then everything went dark. She sat for a long moment then glanced up to find Josie staring at her wide-eyed.
“Okay, that was freaky as shit,” her best friend declared.
“Yeah, but I don’t see any help appearing out of the forest. Do you?”
Josie looked around. “Maybe it will take a few minutes.”
Shay really didn’t think so, but began the process of cleaning up and closing the circle. She was exhausted though. She felt the same way she had in college after taking a huge final. Empty and fuzzy headed as if every ounce of knowledge had been drained from her.
The two of them waited around for another half an hour when Shay had to admit to herself and Josie. “Okay, that was a fucking waste of time.”
Josie rubbed her eyes. “You don’t know that. And before you say anything, true, no one appeared out of the woods and declared he or she was here to help, but maybe it’ll take time. Maybe this person will be waiting for us back at our apartment.”
Shay nodded. “You’re right. I need to stay positive.”
As they hiked out of the woods, Shay tried to keep that thought alive, but deep down she knew she had royally screwed up.
Hello and welcome to December. I can’t believe it’s the last month of the year already. And, this is our last photo flash fiction of 2018. This picture struck me as somewhat sad and, I decided no way. It’s the holidays so no sadness. Hope you enjoy what I wrote.
Sara sat on the twisting stone stairs with her chin resting in her hands. The little red dress did nothing to keep her warm, but she’d rather sit in the drafty old stairs then head back to the party. She loathed her mother and step-father’s holiday party. Everything was too bright, too loud and there were far too many people. She’d lasted about an hour, her norm, but she couldn’t leave. Oh no, her mother expected her to mingle and talk. That wasn’t Sara. That was never going to be Sara.
The crowd overwhelmed her. She never knew what to say. So, she hid. This year, though, her mother has chosen to hold the party at a castle. Oh, not a real castle, since they were miles and miles away from the United Kingdom. Someone, she forgot who, decided to build a replica castle in the middle of nowhere and now people could rent it out. Her mother has been so excited. Sara, not so much. She didn’t know the place as well as the hotel her mother and step-father normally chose so she sat in the drafty stairwell that led up to one of the towers.
A slight noise caught her attention and she looked up to find Jack watching her. He was so handsome with burnished blond hair and cool blue eyes. Her mother insisted on labeling him her older brother, but she certainly didn’t think of him that way. She’d been sixteen when her mother had remarried. Jack was her step-father’s oldest son and he’d been twenty-six and deployed when her mother and his father married.
Not long after, Sara had sent him a birthday card since her mother had told her it would be “the polite thing to do.” Dutifully, she’d purchased a card and had written an awkward introduction, never expecting anything in return. She’d been surprised to find a letter from him a few weeks later. It hadn’t been long, but she’d liked how he didn’t talk to her like a kid, so she’d written him back. That has started their exchange of letters and, Sara had felt, she finally had someone she could confide in. She could say all the things to Jack she wasn’t able to say to anyone else.
In the nearly six years, they rarely met face to face, but they always wrote. In fact, she was the first person to know he was leaving the service. And, that he was planning to move back to the city. The whole idea confused her. Sara was so glad he’d left the service, but she didn’t know what she was going to do without her confidante. There was no way she could say the things she’d said face to face. And, now that he was back, he had a life. She knew he and a friend had started their own business and that he was dating someone. She’d overheard her step-father tell her mother he thought it was serious. So, Jack didn’t need her letters. Didn’t need her.
He stepped forward and sat on the step below her. The black tux he wore stretched taut over his broad shoulders and it took everything she had not to reach out and touch him. Turning, he propped his shoulder against the wall and smiled at her.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“What do you mean why? I wanted to see you. No,” he said, shaking his head, “I had to see you.”
She gave a small shrug. “Well, here I am.” Nervously, she picked at the hem of her dress.
“Sara,” he said, reaching up to take her hand.
God, the shock of the warmth of his hand almost made her freeze. How long had it been since someone touched her? That she let anyone touch her? She couldn’t remember. It didn’t feel bad though. No, not at all. It made her feel real, more present.
“Your hands are cold.”
He took both of her hands in his and gently rubbed them. She finally looked up to meet his eyes and he gave her a small smile.
“There you are. My Sara. What do you say we get out of here? It’s too cold to sit here and I don’t want to go back to the party.”
“What about your date?”
His brow wrinkled. “What date?”
“Your dad said you were dating someone.”
He gave a small laugh. “No, I’m not. Besides, I came here to see you. To talk to you. So, are you ready to leave? We can go someplace and get something hot to drink. Talk.”
Sara didn’t hesitate. “Okay.”
He took her hand and pulled her off the steps. Tucking her hand in the crook of his arm he led her out of the cold stairwell and into warmth and light.
Welcome to Wordless Wednesday! If you know anything about me you know I can’t post anything without chatting. I mean, I wouldn’t want you to sit and look at pics without knowing where the hell we are. Though, if you’re a history geek like I am, you could probably guess. If you’re not, the pics below are all from Colonial Williamsburg just a few short weeks ago. We had so much fun!! If you’ve never been, I highly recommend it.