These stories will have you either rolling on the floor with laughter or giving you a different perspective to think on. The author’s writing style has been described as a cross between "Dances With Wolves" and "Norma Rae" and "Home Alone" – if you can imagine that combination!

Author Bio
Debby Nelms has known a wide variety of experiences during her life. After fifteen years as an Air Traffic Controller in a large, metropolitan city, she and her small family ran for the hills…seeking a simpler way of life.  Life was not necessarily any easier trying to build their own business, but it was surely different. Debby took a job at a local factory to help with the luxuries of life (like groceries and gas).

Most of the stories in her book, Dancing Skeletons, stem from this time period. Dancing Skeletons is her first published book, with many more in the works.

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Time on my Hands
Bathtime Baubles
The Sand Wich Project

Excerpt
YEE-HA!

I opened the big shop door - god, I love this view across the pastures towards the pond on the north end of the property.

Brown-eyed-Susans were in bloom.  So were what I call miniature daisies – I don't know what they are really called.  And then there's this tiny little delicate white flower that is just pure beauty. 

There's this great expanse of yellow with brown eyes, white and green all the way to the pond.  It's just a splash of color as far as I can see with the forest edging the north end.  At my pond, we have a huge rock that we hauled up there one day when we couldn't think of any other back breaking work to do.

Boy, I could really use a trip to the pond.  Oh, to sit quietly and reflectively at the waters edge while looking out over the world. 

But my beautiful sea of yellow and white and green has hidden dangers - tiny, tiny microscopic critters called CHIGGERS.  If you've ever suffered through both feet covered with these little bites, then you will understand my hesitation.

You know what? I think my horse needs to be taken for a ride - my 12.5 horsepower riding mower, that is. 

I look furtively about.  Jeff is not here to stop me, for he surely would.  And Jason is still sleeping - he has very strict instructions about letting mom near the riding mower.

Now every horse rider needs a good hat, especially on bright sunny days like this one.  I've got just the perfect one - it's a cheap little straw hat that was made for trips to the pond while riding the saddle, I mean mower.

It was tough getting the mower out of the shop.  I banged it into the radial arm saw and then knocked over a couple of cinder blocks that was holding up the table saw.  Geesh, you'd think they were packing it away for the winter the way they had it blocked in there.

You'd think they didn't want anyone to get it out.  I'll have to talk to them about that.  Heh heh

Ah, yes.  Put the choke in. . . turn the key on. . .YES, it has gas!. . .set the throttle. . .aim towards the pond. . .skip gears 1 through 4 and put it in five. . .and take the choke off!!

YEE-HA!

Have you ever seen anyone spin out on a riding lawn mower?

I have a death grip on the steering wheel as we go tearing off across the pasture, bouncing all the way.  I need to teach this baby how to trot.

YEE-HA! I wave my hat in the air and dig my knees in and hold on tight.

I only hit three rocks and I don't think I broke any blades this time!

Brown-eyed Susans and little daisies all waved and applauded as I went bouncing through. One pass, two passes and three passes. I stopped to sit on my rock at the pond before returning the horsey to his stables.

Ah, yes, my rock. "I'm on top of the world, looking down on creation," Karen Carpenter always sings that in my head, when I'm on my rock. 

My spot is certainly not the most beautiful in the world - there are prettier places - but to me it is and I know every inch of that view across the hills and trees and valleys. I have received what I came for and now my wondering gaze returns to Horsey. I lick my lips in anticipation and . . .

YEE-HA! Off we go.

And now I have my little path to the pond.  Sssshhh.  Don't tell anyone . . .they will start hiding the key again.