Friday, November 22

Middle-Grade Adventure Book Review (By a Middle-Grader!): Travels with Gannon & Wyatt

As any casual reader of chasing my Bees can tell, we are a seriously bookish family. When my lovely friends at the Clever Girls Collective had an opportunity to review a middle-grade adventure book series, I hopped right on board. 

Greenleaf Book Group has published two Travels with Gannon & Wyatt books so far: an adventure in Botswana, and one in the Great Bear Rainforest. In January, 2014, the latest book, featuring real-life twins, will be published- Gannon & Wyatt in Egypt!

All three of my Bees enjoyed the Travels books. My 9-year old read them outloud to his 4-year old sister, and their middle sister, a 7-year old emerging reader, read all three books on her own. I asked my son, a fourth-grader, to write his own review of the Gannon & Wyatt series. Like a true word nerd, he jumped at the chance to evangelize for his new favorite books. (He's a certified genius child, but he's crap with spelling. I'm typing his report exactly as he wrote it. Because I think it's adorable. I'm such a weird mom.)

Travels with Gannon & Wyatt, by The Boy
Gannon and Wyatt: Egypt is an adventure about two boys who travel to Egipt. While there there, they and two other kids go to search for Queen Cleopatra's tomb. While only three got to see it.
Overall, the Adventures with Gannon and Wyatt series is a thrilling adventure! My personal thought is that Patti Wheeler and Keith Hemstreet should make more books. I also hope that the REAL Gannon and Wyatt also keep going on adventures!! Last but not least:

So, we're working on his essay skills.
But, it was clear from my kids' enthusiasm (and the resulting conversations about when we are going to the rainforest), the Travels series is a hit.

Want to learn more? Check out Gannon & Wyatt's Facebook page- they're giving away three Kindle Fires this month!

In conjunction with the Clever Girls and Greenleaf Books, I get to give away a set of all three Travels books! Including the not-yet-published Egypt adventure! Just visit chasing my Bees on Facebook and leave a comment about your dream adventure to win! I'll choose a winner (based on a random number draw) on November 25.

I was selected for this opportunity as a member of Clever Girls Collective and the content and opinions expressed here are all my own.

Wednesday, October 16

Why I Heart Myers-Briggs

I've always been a test geek.
Seventeen, YM, and later, Glamour and the almighty Cosmo's quiz sections were my first-reads each month.

Are you a good kisser?
Discover what your signature scent should be!
What does your wardrobe say about you?

They would get pretty ridiculous...

Is your friend cheating on you with another BFF?
Determine your odds of marrying a guy named Roger!
How to tell if you are a tree in six easy questions!

I loved the "Spiritual Gifts" test they gave us in youth group at church (I scored high on mercy and encouragement). I am a sucker for a Scantron. The Love Languages was my jam (affirmation and QT are my jam, specifically).

So it was no surprise that when my best friend was completing her Master's degree in psychology, I leapt at the chance to do a formal Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. The MBTI is a fairly complex assessment, based on the Jungian theory of personality.
According to the MBTI, there are sixteen types of personalities that fall into four separate categories.

It's all wildly interesting to me- to answer a few questions and learn more about myself. It's probably a psychological condition in itself that I have to be told who and what and how I am, rather than knowing it intrinsically.

Through the years, my perfume and clothing preferences have change, but one thing has remained constant- I'm an ENFP.

I created that pin a few months ago (well, I added the red letters and arrow- go me!), and I love seeing it pop up all over my Pinterest!

I've got "extraverted intuition with introverted feeling."
I'm super emotional. I get excited easily. I'm a dreamer, a motivator. I talk a lot. I talk animatedly.
I have great ideas, but I'm not always great on the follow-through. ("Ha!" says the book I've been writing for seven years.)
I really like people, and reeeeeeally want people to like me.

I'm such a classic ENFP, that my dear friend Audreya totally called me out on it, without previous discussion. She's an INTJ, just like my husband. It's like we're a case study in opposites attracting- me with those two.

I'm looking forward to finding out where my three kiddos fall on the MBTI. Will they be more free-spirited like me, or more logical and organized like their daddy? Either way, they're full up on awesome already, so it can't turn out too badly.

Have you taken the Myers-Briggs test? Did you go, "Oh, that's totally me!" or did you feel it was off?

Thursday, September 5

A Brief Goodbye, A Great Big Hello

So. In ten days I'll be thirty years old.

I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. I should probably schedule a few therapy sessions, just to find out.

I'm a little wigged out, because thirty is like a real, grown up number. Like women who are thirty are actual real adults. They have nice hair-dos and they wear linen pants and they don't spill things on their white button-down shirts. I don't even OWN a white button-down shirt.

On the other hand, in the last few weeks I've realized a few things about myself.
I don't like the extra weight I'm carrying around from three pregnancies (the last of which was almost five years ago, ahem), but I love the way my body moves when I'm dancing with my babies in the living room.
I don't (and probably never will) like blow-drying and fixing my hair, but I love having grown it out this year, just because I wanted to.
I don't like waking up early, but I love savoring the stillness in a quiet morning.
I don't like being alone in new social situations, but I'm learning how to let my own small freak flag fly (ok, it's probably a very large freak flag, but I can flap a teeny corner of it). I am doing new things. I am trusting myself.

I'm learning to say goodbye to the first twenty years of my life, and saying hello to the next.

This weekend, I'm going to one of my favorite places on the planet, to spend time with some of my favorite ladies.

The Arkansas Women Bloggers Unplugged Conference is this weekend at Ferncliff Camp & Conference Center. It will be a full few days. I will be bunkin' up with a dear friend who I don't see often enough, and I'll meet a heap of other fabulous ladies, IRL, YKWIM?

I'm excited about what's in store. I want to get back to my writing roots (I'm sorry, sweet little blog, I've totally neglected you!).

I want to learn more about the community of women around me, and more about myself.

Tuesday, August 13

My own Lord's Prayer

I woke up this morning at the terrible and useless three o'clock hour. My husband gets up every workday at 4:30am, so I had over an hour to lay still and quiet and drift and dream, until I could kiss his face as he left for work.

In that hour this morning, I prayed for each of my babies by name. I asked that God reveal in them their own divine fruits of the Spirit, and that Jeremy and I be able to recognize and fertilize those spirits- to nourish them in Word and love and action.

I prayed for my husband and for our marriage. I prayed (as always) to be given the tools and the heart and the desire to be a better wife and a better mother, every day.

But a few lines kept running in my head, and in my heart. Over and over, a version of the prayer that covers it all- adoration, confession, thanksgiving, supplication. A prayer Jesus taught his disciples for when they carried on His work; a prayer I teach my children in hopes they, too, take up their crosses and follow Him.

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
(Your precious and beautiful name.)

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
(Your will and not our own, be done in our home and in our hearts.)

Give us this day our daily bread.
(Fill us 'til we hunger no more, feast us on Your Word and Love.)

And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
(Our debts to You and to each other never to be repaid, but by Your Son, Jesus.)

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, 
(Keep us from falling, Lord, keep our eyes on You.)

for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. 
(And ever and ever and ever and ever.)

Amen, and amen.

Monday, May 13

Netgalley Reader Wellness Challenge Accepted

Listen. You see that badge up there? The one that says "Professional Reader"? It's from NetGalley.

And I loooooove me some NetGalley.

It's a fantastic tool book publishers use to get digital copies of soon-to-be-published books in the hands of reviewers, journalists, book store owners and librarians.

I'm a little obsessed.

But, I'm also a little bit terrible at actually leaving the reviews. Now, I'll star a book up over on Goodreads, but I am less than stellar when it comes to sitting down and writing out how much I loved (or loathed, or was ambivalent about) a book.

So when I got the email about the NetGalley Reader Wellness Challenge, I hopped right on board that reading train and took the pledge. The pledge to update my profile. The pledge to read and review more books this year. The pledge to give back to the publishing and writing community some of the awesome that they give to me.

Stick around here, or check out my (woefully neglected) bookish blog- SeeSavRead.
It's about to get reeeeeal review-y up in here.

Sunday, March 17

Friday, January 11

Busted, Not Broken

Eight days ago, I was chasing down a burglar through the deep woods on a dark night. I almost got him, but then the horror movie thing happened- I fell and twisted my ankle. Luckily, the burglar got eaten by a bear and I recovered the stolen treasure, so the sprained ankle and strained ligaments were worth it.

funny gifs

Ok. Fine. I was taking off my pajamas and my foot rolled over on itself. I heard two terrible POPs, and I nearly threw up, it hurt so bad.

And then I took some more Benadryl to fight the terrible sinus infection I'd been harboring since New Year's Eve.

And then I had to leave the house for six hours while various realtors brought various strangers to traipse through my home in hopes that one or two of them might want to buy it.

And then, at the end of the day, my ankle was nowhere to be seen.
And that makes it look pretty.

So, after a trip to our friendly neighborhood x-ray machine the next morning, I was told that my foot was busted, but not broken. 

"Why, that's a great title for a blog post."

It's a great way to describe my poor, neglected blog, too. I mean, I haven't posted since October. Of last year. I've had a lot to say, I've just... lacked the will to say it. I know. Pitiful. Shameful. Lazy. 

So, with all this new time on my foot hands, and this new year stretching ahead of me, I'm hoping my sweet lil site is busted, but not broken. 

Just hangin' out over on Instagram, wearing my fancy boot