You might be traveling with a vegan if…

LaDonna Cole talks with her hands evidently!

LaDonna Cole talks with her hands evidently!

Ah, road trips! That ever-calling, gypsy-gene, love’em-till-you-hate’em pull of the open road journey. We look forward to them like a child for Christmas, then when our cramped and bloated bodies protest we can’t wait to get back home.

Windmills in the far far distance...I promise they are there.

Windmills in the far far distance…I promise they are there.

My daughter and I took a road trip to upstate NY. (Um, actually I don’t think it was up state, maybe west state? We got really close to Canada, so maybe?) We went to a book release party for a dear friend of mine, S. R. Karfelt. Go buy her book! Click!woa

My darling D has recently become a vegan, which is really nice for me, because I get to tease her endlessly about it.  (Can’t you imagine how much fun she had on this trip!) Anyway, I have found the ever joys and trials of being confined in a small 4×4 space for 26 hours with a vegan and I thought I would share them with you, in case you ever decide to take a road trip with your favorite vegan.

You might be traveling with a vegan if…

… you hear munching sounds coming from the back seat every hour on the hour.

…your trip partner can core and slice a bell pepper with her bare hands. (A bit scary, really.)

…2 hours into the trip, you have an intense desire to stop at Cracker Barrel and buy a car freshener.

…your trip partner insists her fumes don’t stink and come out in the shape of a halo.

…when you stop for food, you want what she’s having because it looks so fresh

…when you lay your snacks on the counter, you want to hide your Snickers under her hummus and apple slices.

And last but not least you might be traveling with a vegan if the road chat is the deepest, most meaningful and significant conversation you’ve had in months and you find yourself caring more about the world you live in as you see through her eyes.

Stay tuned! Dayla will retaliate with the next blog, You might be traveling with a Carnivore if…

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Book Review ~ Warrior of the Ages by S.R. Karfelt

Reposting this review in honor of this being the release date of  WOA!

Immortal Portals, not where you would think to find a book review. But this book has a special connection to this blog. First it is written by a very dear friend of mine, someone I look toward for mentoring in the writing craft. Second, the main character in this book is akin to the KING of the Immortal Portals. It is his duty to protect one.

Follow along as I take you into the world of secrecy, mystery, and adventure of WOA.

This is my image of Kahtar. Maybe Merlin’s Tom Hopper, aka Sir Percival will play Kahtar in the movie?

 

 

Move over Clark Kent, Edward Cullen, Hercules, and Damon Salvatore. There is a new immortal in town who has taken top spot in my heart. His name is Kahtar and he is drool worthy.

Kahtar is charged with protecting the secrets of his clan through out millennia, he returns each generation to guard an immortal portal. We find him in Willowyth, a small sequestered community as the Chief of Police, duty bound to guard the townspeople from outsiders.  Enter Beth White, gorgeous and feisty blond who blows into town determined to claim it for her home.  Beth has a secret of her own and it has the power to shatter the illusion that Kahtar has worked so diligently to protect.

A well crafted story that captures your imagination from page one. A story arc designed to snatch you away and whisk you through the portal into the ever place of the Warrior of the Ages. Well developed characters are the heart and soul of this tale, these people will become your friends as you cheer them on. Swords, bombs, cars, intrigue, rival clans, love, this story has it all.  The ending was satisfying and unpredictable. I found myself luxuriating in the final words, soaking up every last detail. A wild ride left me craving more.

Release date: August 15, 2013.  That is today folks! Go get it, you are gonna love it!

Click to purchase.

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Sisterhood Blog Award

Sisterhood blog award

Sisterhood of the World

Thank you so much, Kristy Feltenberger Gillespie, for nominating me for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award!  YOU ROCK!  

Hey peeps, check out Kristy’s blog, it is incredible!

http://kristyfgillespie.com/2013/08/11/sisterhood-of-the-world-bloggers-award/

The Rules:

  • Post the logo on your blog
  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Choose 10-12 other ladies who blog, as your nominees.
  • Post the links to the nominees’ blogs and notify them on their blog

My Nominees:

1. Stephanie Karfelt :http://www.theglitterglobe.com/2013/08/come-follow-follow-follow.html

2. Kimberly Robertson: http://lessmoreabundantly.com/2013/07/22/the-fault-line/

3. Donna Kilgore: http://dmkilgore.blogspot.com/2013/06/short-story-saturdays-fantastic-short.html

4. Kelsey Keating: http://lifeunpublished.blogspot.com/2013/01/beginning-again.html

5. Devin Berglund: http://devinberglund-blog.com/2013/06/26/be-a-guest-writer/

6. Katie Cross: http://kcrosswriting.com/why-isnt-there-a-handbook-for-my-blog/

7. Ashley Procko:  http://thehereticsheartbeat.wordpress.com/2013/03/29/friday

8. Linnette Mullin: http://www.LinnetteMullin.com

9. All the Sisters and One brother at:  http://www.obeythemuse.com

 

Spread the love, sisters!

Snorkeling in the Bahamas

There are two types of people in this world, Sinkers and Floaters.

A sinker is that person who jumps in the pool and immediately sinks to the bottom. They can even sit on the bottom of the pool without much effort. They dive for the quarters, get there first, then struggle against the weight of the water to get back to the surface. I’ve often thought these people would make excellent deep sea divers.

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The other type of person is the floater. These are the people who jump in the pool, lay back and float for hours. With very little effort they bob on the surface of the water, occasionally they kick a foot or move a wrist to turn or adjust, but they don’t really have to try to stay afloat, they just do.

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Now the sinkers and the floaters don’t do well in the same pool. The sinkers want to have tea parties on the bottom of the pool or play diving games. The floaters want to have contests to see who can tread water the longest or swim the length of the pool the fastest. Neither one is really all that interested in doing the other activity, because they just aren’t that good at it.

Wow. There are so many life lessons we can learn from sinkers and floaters. We can run analogies between deep thinkers (sinkers) and optimists (floaters).  Or between the research writer (plotter, aka sinker) and the off the cuff (pantser, aka floater).  Check out ObeytheMuse.com on 8-22 for more about sinkers and floaters.

But what this post is really about is SNORKELING!1375253751

I am a floater in almost every way mentioned (I do like a well plotted story, though.)  I float. You could use me as a buoy, I am so buoyant. I could be the sole life saving object on a cruise ship, I float so well.  So you can imagine how well I took to snorkeling.

We took the sail boat out with a load of about 12 other passengers and maybe 6 crew members. We used the motor for the trip to the reef. As we sped across the vibrant turquoise waters, bouncing on the waves, the thought came to me. “I was born to do this.” I was reconnecting with some primal intuition, an earlier form of me. It felt like coming home.

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When we got to the reef, I slid into the water, put on my flippers, mask, and snorkel and kicked away from the boat. I had on a life jacket, but didn’t blow it up much, because, hey, floater here!

Once I put my face into the water, I gasped through the snorkel in amazement. The colors were so vibrant, neon colors radiated from the fish and the flora. I couldn’t bring myself to take my head out of the water. It was gorgeous.

I became aware of some screaming noises, muffled by the water in my ears and finally wrenched my head up to see what was going on. When I lifted my head, there was nothing in front of me but wide open ocean. I turned around to where the shouts were coming from and saw the sail boat far in the distance. They were waving me back.  I couldn’t believe I had gone so far in such a short time.

I ducked my head back into the water and started back toward the boat.

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Some of you are aware that I came home with an injury and I promised to tell you about the shark attack. So I guess this is the perfect place to relay that story.

As I kicked back toward the boat with my head down watching a school of neon striped fish, a shadow passed through my peripheral vision and I turned in time to see something large swim away behind me. I talked myself into believing it was just another snorkeler and went back to watching the gorgeous sites around me.

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Well…the screaming from the boat intensified. I raised my head to make sure I was back on course and saw the crew from the boat screaming and jumping up and down.

“Swim! Faster!” They motioned with their arms for me to come to them. One of the young men grabbed what appeared to be a hand held harpoon and dove in toward me.

I turned to see what the commotion was about, when BAM! It hit me. I felt a sharp sting in my right ankle. The water around me immediately turned red and I thought I was on fire. Then I saw the fin pop up about six feet away, it turned toward me and dove down…

So, that would have been a great snorkeling injury story, don’t you think?  Unfortunately, my story is not so glamorous or exciting. The truth is we docked the boat, gathered our things to leave, and moved toward the queue of people filing off the boat. There was a drop in the floor about three inches. I landed on the edge, twisted my ankle and went down.  Boring! Painful, yes. But so boring.  I like the shark story better, don’t you? Let’s go with that one.1375253748

After we completed our snorkeling time, we raised the sails, passed around the rum punch and drifted off into the deep blue sea.

Caron, one of the Bahamian crew, fell crazy in love with Dayla. He followed her around, dove for treasures, proposed marriage and asked her out to dinner. He was besotted! (Why not, she’s a treasure!)  She said she was here with her mom and that we already had dinner plans. He was crushed. Poor Caron.1375253729

The underwater shots we got are pale and muted imitations compared to the vibrant intensity of the real deal. But, here are a some of the shots.

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I WILL do this again. I plan to Snorkel on every vacation from now on. It is the perfect water activity for a champion floater.1375253735