I write and write and write. I am looking for authors and down-to-earth people who share my interest and can give a novice, like myself, good advice in this exciting but demanding field. Looking forward to hearing from you. God Bless!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Another Runnebaum Christmas

Another Runnebaum Christmas for the photo albums. It's always a great time. Here is Greg with his brother, Mark and across the table are two of his many nephews, Jerry and his brother, David.
Everyone was yelling at me to get a picture of Lu and Aunt Shirley (the one on the right) since they look so much alike. Mom R. is in the middle.
And Santa shows up!!
Taylor, our little artist of the family. What a wonderful picture she drew of her and grandpa.
The look on Amy's face says it all, "John, quit clowning around." I think he thought he had to borrow Mom's walker.
"Oh, is it my turn?" We usually have 27 or so women and about the same amount of men for our gift exchanges. It's a hoot!
Come on, Charlie, SMILE! Ava and Charlie - adorable cousins!
"What'd ya get, honey?"
And now for the Santa gifts. No one is immune to getting a Santa gift. Just make sure you behave throughout the year or you could be the center of some harassing by your dear and loving family members. Ha!

Music for my ears and soul

It has been a while since I've posted on this blog. I apologize to those of you that follow. I have been trying to concentrate on my writing blog a little more and get it up to speed. 
I felt the need to post these pictures since it was a very wonderful experience for me this past Christmas. I hadn't sang in a choir in a very long time. Back in the day (boy, that statement really ages me, doesn't it), I could sing fairly well. I took voice lessons from the best voice teacher in our surrounding areas, I sang in school and for church, solos and all.

But, unfortunately, as I have gotten older, so has my voice. When I was younger I had a very wide range, usually singing 1st & 2nd Soprano. But to hear me talk, you would never suspect that I could sing that high. Needless to say, my voice range has decreased a bit. But I have to say that I had the best time singing in the Community Choir this past Christmas. It was my first time, maybe my last (just because I can not contribute as much as I'd like to anymore) but the experience was awesome and brought back so many wonderful memories.
Thank you, Janice Bradshaw and the rest of the choir for letting me tag along, hopefully contributing a little to the gleeful outcome, and enjoying it so very much!

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

A Break

Oh my... it's been a month since I posted anything on this blog. That is very unusual for me. But to explain - I have been busy writing and working and trying to keep up with my 3 boys (one being a 6'3", 200 lb man). I decided that I needed a well-deserved break from all of this. I am still trying to get my "writing blog" up and running but it's been a struggle to say the least.

I am trying to get my first book finalized so I can send it off to numerous publishers (wish me luck!) and I joined the NaNoWriMo contest this month and I'm only up to 16,000 words. I figured yesterday that I need to write about 4,000 words a day for the next 10 days in order to finish at 50,000 or more by the end of this month. Whew!!  My keyboard is gonna be smokin'!
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I have been busy checking out facebook writer/author pages and twitter. I'm learning so much from all of the authors out there and aspiring writers like myself. It's so exciting! I never dreamed I'd be going on this journey. Well, I hoped I would but it's turned out to be such a wonderful experience in my life. I'm looking forward to where it leads me and all of the wonderful people and contacts I'm going to make.

So, bare with me. I'm a diamond in the rough and I'll eventually get there. I always do.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Runnebaum camping again

Wow! I hadn't realized how long it had been since I blogged last. It's been very busy around our household lately.  Here are some pictures I'd like to share from our last family camping trip in October.
 It was great fun spending time with family. And the weather was PERFECT!!

 Greg making his famous chicken noodle soup. It's wonderful!! There was some healthy competition, Runnebaum style.
 Brother Bernie going back for seconds.
Brother Ralph and part of the clan.

Monday, September 19, 2011


I'm coming out. The time has come for all to know. Yes.... I'm a vitamin addict. I know it's hard to believe that, I, Linda Runnebaum, that nice, kind-hearted, somewhat naive and gentle soul could be an addict. But I guess being an addict to  vitamins is a lot better than an addict of other vices. I think I always knew that I was a vitamin freak. But my husband finally pounded it home when he came into our bedroom this weekend after I had stormed off in a huff and slammed the door telling me to "STOP taking all those vitamins. You're going psycho again!" I laugh to myself now as I remember the scene. It wasn't so funny at first until I looked up at him and he had such a concerned look on his face and I realized that I had probably looked like a NUT! We both just burst out laughing. 

I have always thought that vitamins and supplements were of great advantage to your body and mind. BUT, I think you can overdo it. Some of my friends have already told me that. (Yes, Deb, I'm talking about you. :)) But when you're an addict, you don't listen, right. You just keep doing what you think you need. And you think you know best and have all the answers, right. And, since I'm also going through menapause or, at least, the early stages of it, my hormones are changing and that, in itself, can make for a pretty testy recipe for highly volatile emotions. That, combined with voluntarily injesting vitamins that I may or may not actually need can almost put someone over the emotional edge. My husband can attest to that.

He told me, "You stopped taking those 30-some vitamins that you thought you needed for your hormones and you got back to the normal Linda. Then you started up again and now you're going psycho again. Stop it!!" (I'm laughing again.) I'm sure God was looking down chuckling, too. It must have looked pretty comical. Greg made me come out and seperate all the regular vitamins that I always take from the weird ones that I've added and put them back down in the refrigerator. Not that the ones that I had started taking again weren't good ones, but they were probably duplicating with some of the regular ones I take and may have also been reacting negatively to some of them. I've always been a believer that if you had enough knowledge about vitamins and what your body obsorbs and needs in the way of supplements and foods, you could maintain your weight and health to the ultimate level. But that's hard to do even IF you have that knowledge, because you have to constantly monitor your body and blood work and then it starts getting very complicated and expensive.

SO, I have promised Greg to stop being so worried about the vitamins. Just so you know, I'm kind of in a sort of "detox" state right now. ha! That sounds so funny for me to say that but I guess it's pretty much the truth. Anyway, this isn't just a confession, so to speak, but a warning to be careful of vitamins and supplements that you put in your body, especially when your emotions are peeking already. We already have enough psychos in this world as it is. :)

Damn Tired

I'm 70 and I'm Tired

This should be required reading for every man, woman and child in the UK , United States of America , Canada , Australia and New Zealand .

(NOTE: This is not the Robert Hall of CSI fame !!)

"I'm 70 and I'm Tired"
ByRobert A. Hall

I'm 70. Except for having 4 children with only a 6 week maternity period , I've worked, hard, since I was 17. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and seldom called in sick in seven or eight years. I made a good salary, but I didn't inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, retirement is hard, and I'm tired. Very tired.
I'm tired of being told that I have to "spread the wealth" to people who don't have my work ethic. I'm tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it.
I'm tired of being told that Islam is a "Religion of Peace," when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family "honor"; of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren't "believers"; of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for "adultery"; of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur'an and Shari'a law tells them to.
I'm tired of being told that out of "tolerance for other cultures" we must let Saudi Arabia use our oil money to fund mosques and mandrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in America and Canada , while no American nor Canadian group nor Australia is allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia to teach love and tolerance.
I'm tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate..
I'm tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses while they tried to fight it off?

I'm tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of both parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I'm tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor.
I'm real tired of people who don't take responsibility for their lives and actions. I'm tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big-whatever for their problems.
Yes, I'm damn tired. But I'm also glad to be 70. Because, mostly, I'm not going to have to see the world these people are making. I'm just sorry for my grandchildren.
Robert A. Hall is a Marine Vietnam veteran who served five terms in the Massachusetts State Senate.

There is no way this will be widely publicized, unless each of us sends it on!
This is your chance to make a difference.
" I'm 70 and I'm tired."

Monday, August 22, 2011

Rasafrats - Chapter 5

           The next morning came quickly, but John was well rested. He had ended up going to bed about 9:30, being extremely tired due to all the activities and adventures the day had produced. He hadn’t even said goodnight to his mom, dad or Gretchen. He had fallen asleep lying on his bed reading a book. He had awakened in the middle of the night, put his book away, crawled under the covers and fallen right back to sleep.

            As John lay in bed staring out the window, he heard his mom clanking around down in the kitchen getting ready to start breakfast. It wasn’t long before he could smell the fresh aroma of bacon cooking. “Yeah, she’s making bacon and eggs for breakfast,” John said to himself. “Maybe she’ll fix some of her great biscuits and gravy, too”.

            “John, breakfast will be ready in 20 minutes,” his mom called from the bottom of the stairs. “You’d better get up and get dressed. The cattle need hay and I need some more eggs. Your dad also needs you to clean out that rabbit hutch first thing after breakfast, so he can put those baby chicks in it until he gets a better place made up for them.”

            John sat straight up in bed. “Oh NO!!” John was out of his bed, clothes on, teeth brushed, and downstairs within five minutes. “Hey Mom! Where’s Dad?”

            “Well, that was quick,” his mom said, looking up as she flipped the bacon. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get dressed and ready that fast before. What’s the matter? Are you sick?”

            “Ha . . . that’s funny, Mom. So where’s Dad?”

“He’s still upstairs,” Mom said, as she stirred the sausage gravy then took the rest of the bacon out of the skillet.

Just then John heard his dad coming down the stairs. “Do I hear John up and about this morning?”

John looked up at his dad as he came into the kitchen. “Hey dad. Why aren’t you going to work today?”

“Well, I took a vacation day today in order to get that rabbit hutch fixed up and some things done up around the barn.” Charles answered. “I’m glad you’re up, though. I think we have enough time to go up and check out that rabbit hutch this morning before breakfast. I want to put those new chicks in there while I make a better coup for them. It’s just too dangerous with them in that big chicken coup with all those month-old chickens. They’re gonna get run over. We’ve already lost three. I don’t want to lose anymore.”

John’s dad, Charles, worked as a machine operator at a local factory. He’d worked there for nearly twenty years working himself all the way up to Senior Foreman. He had earned himself four weeks of vacation and several weeks of sick time. It was a good job and close to the house so if he needed to get home quickly to take care of anything on their farm or at the house, he could. He enjoyed his work but he enjoyed farming more. He owned about 100 acres just outside of town where he grew feed corn and beans. His job at the factory would provide a handsome retirement for his family, more that the farming would. Crop prices hadn’t been too good for the last couple of years due to the fluctuating weather. So, having a stable job helped out with financing. And since he’d been with the company for so long he had the flexibility of taking off when planting and harvesting season came around.

“Dad, do we have to do it now? I’m really hungry.” John said as he tried to stall his dad.

            “Yeah, come on. Breakfast won’t be ready for about thirty minutes. Isn’t that right, ma?”

“Yes, that’s right,” John’s mother agreed. “I’ll call you when it’s ready. Go on and check that thing out so we can move them after breakfast and get a new chicken coup made this afternoon.”

John just stood there. He thought, What am I gonna do now. What are Mom and Dad gonna say?

“Come on, boy! Let’s get crackin’!” His dad said as the door slammed behind him.

“You’d better get going, John. You know how your father gets when he wants you to do something. He expects you to be right on his heels.”

John turned and walked out the door. His dad was already half way to the shed. John picked up the pace and caught up with his dad. “Dad, wait. There’s something I have to tell you before you get to the rabbit hutch.”

John’s dad turned around. “What is it, son?”

“Well . . .” John stammered around wondering how he was going to tell his dad.

“Out with it, boy; we’ve got work to do and not much time to do it!” John’s dad was starting to get impatient.

“I found something a couple of days ago. Well . . . Pete, Billy and I did. It’s kind of some weird animal. We didn’t know what to do with it, so I brought it home and stuck it in the rabbit hutch.” There, he’d said it. That hadn’t been so bad. Whew! John was glad that was over with. He didn’t like keeping secrets from his parents.

“What KIND of animal?” John’s dad looked at him with his left eyebrow quirked up like a mountain top.

“Weeellllll, it’s kind of like a cat, dog, bird, and squirrel all mixed together.”

“What!! Where is this thing?” John’s dad started heading to the hutch.

“He’s really gentle and friendly,” John yelled after his dad, trying to catch up to his long strides. “We all found this really cool place inside the mine just out of town. That’s where we found Rasafrats.”

“Rasa . . .  What?”

“Rasafrats. That’s his name. He told us.”

John’s dad turned around and just stared at him. He couldn’t believe his ears. His son had been out in the sun too long. He had missed his yearly check-up this year. Maybe they needed to make him an appointment.

“Really, Dad. He told us. He kind of speaks this weird kind of gibberish, but we could understand him when we asked him his name. It was pretty cool, weird at first, but cool.”

His dad turned around and continued on to the hutch shaking his head. As he rounded the corner of the shed and walked over to the hutch, he could see something moving in the back corner. As he crept closer, suddenly the creature turned around and started hopping up and down, excited to see John. When he realized that John was not alone, he stopped and snuck back off to the corner peering out from behind his feathers.

“What is the world? What IS that?” John’s dad said with astonishment.

“That’s Rasafrats! Isn’t he cool?”

John’s dad just looked at John and then at Rasafrats and then back at John again. “What do you plan to do with him?” He said as he raised his eyebrow again.

“Well, Pete, Billy, and I are going back to the mine where we found him to see if we can find his home. I’m sure that’s where he lives. We went back there yesterday and Rasafrats showed us this COOL place in the mine, Dad. You wouldn’t believe it!

“No, I’m sure I wouldn’t.”

John continued. “There was a lake and flowers and sunshine. It was so cool. We all played for about an hour or so, swimmin’ and runnin’. It was great! We’re thinking that that’s where Rasafrats lives but there didn’t seem to be any other life around. And we ended up leaving early, because we didn’t want to be late for dinner. So we were all gonna go back today to see if we could find out anything more.

“John, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. You know how old and dangerous that mine is. There was that tragic accident years ago and it’s just not safe. I don’t want you boys getting hurt. Besides, what are you gonna do if you find out something? We can’t keep him, you know. He’s obviously a different breed of some sort and probably needs a certain environment and type of food; things that we wouldn’t be able to give him.”

John hung his head. “I know, dad. But we have to try and get him back home, if that IS his home. I’ll be careful, I promise.” John hesitated for a moment. “Are ya gonna tell mom?”

“We have to, son. But, I’ll hold off telling her until you guys get back this afternoon, okay?”

“Great! Thanks Dad! I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”

“Okay, now we’d better head back to the house. Breakfast is probably almost ready.”

Just then, John’s mom hung her head out the back door and yelled, “Breakfast is ready! Come on in and wash up!”

John’s sister, Gretchen, was just coming out of the chicken coup carrying a bunch of eggs. “John, you’re gonna have to get the eggs two days in a row since I had to get them this morning.” Then she stuck out her tongue and ran to the house.

“That’s fine, sis. I don’t mind.” John leaned over to his dad, “You don’t suppose she saw the rabbit hutch or Rasafrats, do you? That’s the last thing I need is ‘little miss big-mouth’ nosing around and telling everybody.”

“I don’t think she saw anything. Don’t worry and be nice to your sister. Come on. Let’s get to the house before your mother tans our hides.”

John and his dad picked up the pace and headed inside to wash up for breakfast.