Krysten Lindsay Hager - Brunch at Tiffany's

I’m giving away a copy of a Christian anthology that I have two stories in called Women of Passions: Ordinary Women Serving an Extraordinary God. Their website is: http://womenofpassions.net. It was an honor to be included in this anthology and I’m excited to give a copy out. To be entered in this giveaway all you have to do is leave a comment on this post. You’ll get an additional entry if you follow my blog and another if you link to my contest and let me know about it!

Check out this interview about a great new book about getting over heartbreak, chocolate, and bouncing back. http://www.bettyconfidential.com/ar/h/a/a04960.html

Check out my new essay at: http://www.newchristianvoices.com/humor/hair-today-gone-a-few-seconds

There's a fun contest over at: http://drewashleyporter.blogspot.com I love stationary and this stuff looks so cute!

Check out my new piece on baby names: http://www.newchristianvoices.com/humor/oh-baby

I grew up in a suburb near a GM town. However, even with growing up in that area, and driving mostly GM cars (and a Chrysler or two), my family history lies with Ford. My paternal great-grandfather was a racecar driver and mechanic who worked for Barney Oldfield, the racecar driver who made Ford famous. Great-grandpa was able to race at the Brickyard and later opened his own garage. I still remember visiting Auto World in Flint (a car themed amusement park—see the movie “Roger and Me” ) and going on the car history ride where my dad started getting animated. In the ride, there was a display on the ride of a cigar chomping, scarf wearing Barney Oldfield inside a car while it was worked on by a mechanic. My dad started excitedly pointing to the mechanic saying, “That’s my grandpa! That’s my grandpa!” as he almost fell out of the little amusement park car. My dad later told us when he first heard his grandpa had been a racecar driver, he cracked up saying, “But Grandpa, you drive so slow...

I have to admit I wasn’t prepared for life here. The two people who gave me the best insight about military life were my friend, Jen B, and my cousin, Bill. Bill told me just when you get settled and make friends, either they’ll leave, or you will and that’s becoming the trend. In the last place I lived, I went to more farewell parties in less than a year and a half than I had in my whole life. But here it’s a whole different story. Most people are here for only two years, unless they’re single or unaccompanied, then it’s 18 months. So by the time you arrive, a lot of people you meet are on their way out. I have already said good-bye to the people I was closest to when I first arrived. I didn’t expect to make close friends in such a short period of time and then I did and, poof! Now they’re gone, too. It almost makes me wonder if I would have been better off not getting as close so it wouldn’t be so depressing when they all left. However, then I wouldn’t have made the good frie...