Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Thanksgiving Success! Finding a Job Failure!

Thanksgiving was a success!  The turkey came out scrum-diddly-umptious, there were no major blow out fights, and every thanks giving blooper we had we managed to salvage.  Ahhh yeah that's right!  Our turkey did not burn nor did it blow up!  Trust me there were family members rooting for this to happen.  Not that they were being malicious.  My aunt just wanted us with the rest of the family for Thanksgiving and my mom just has a twisted sense of humor.

Hey I never claimed that I came from a normal family.

So after getting over the Thanksgiving - I ate entirely too much food - coma, which somehow seemed to last about three days, I wound up going back to my job search.  I'm putting in applications, handing out resume's and doing my best to find something that's going to pay the bills.  That and ya know, buy food.  That stuff we like to eat.  To survive.

I'm getting sidetracked.

There was a job fair today.  I went. They lied.  Honestly not one of the vendors that they said were going to be there were there.  It was mostly no name companies (which I don't mind working for), but they were basically all looking for sales people.  I don't mind doing that either. However there were only about six booths and two or three of them were educational places.  Smallest job fair ever.

Then again it was the first one I've been to so I can't really say I've got something else to compare it too.  Still a few people said they're going to be giving me a call. We'll see if it happens of if they were so politely declining to give me a job.

I really hate being out of work.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Our First Thanksgiving

Brian and I have had a string of bad luck with illnesses and other general 'we're in a recession and have no money' incidents. This is the first Thanksgiving we're having in our own place.  So of course we said we have to cook. Neither of us have ever cooked a Turkey before, so we're using his mom's cookbook (which is pretty much his cooking bible and he holds it pretty close because his mom died when he was 15) and we've been going through the Thanksgiving steps this morning.

Let me just say that had someone not told me take my turkey out of the freezer on Sunday I'd probably be working with a frozen turkey.  I had no plans to take it out until yesterday. So we were saved on that one.

I knew about taking the giblets out.  My daddy is a good old country boy.  I'm generally pretty good with cooking meat, but I've also heard a hundred horror stories about people forgetting to take out the giblets.

Brian and I go to do this, and he only finds a neck.  He's adamant there are no giblets.  I'm adamant there are.  You don't get a turkey without giblets.  So finally after violating the turkey cavity victory is ours and he's found the giblets.

While we're oiling, seasoning, and stuffing the turkey I decide to start hardboiling the eggs so we can make some deviled eggs. 

Before I continue let me go back.

Thanksgiving Blunder #1 - While trying to get the plastic wrap out of the cupboard I spilled coffee all over the floor.

Not to horrible, but still it's a blunder and will be counted as such.

Thanksgiving Blunder #2 - While stuffing and seasoning the turkey I forgot all about the fact that I was boiling eggs.  Can you guess what happened?  Yup, that's right.  They exploded.  Brian is currently at the store getting more - wait strike that.  I just heard the car.  Brian is currently returning with new eggs.  Wish us well on round two of the deviled eggs.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Outlining and Me - Why it Never Works

Since I failed at Wrimo this year - which I think is for many reasons - I decided to actually sit down and think about a new story to write.  Now, when I say sit down and think, basically what happens is I get a random idea which turns into a blurb.  The blurb becomes what could either be a prologue, random musings, or even the start of the first chapter. From there I stop and think about where this could go and how it could work as a story.

My Wrimo novel however was just write and continue writing and see where it goes.  That worked for a while, but then real life decided to rear it's ugly head.  A close friend of the family died, I need to find a new job, etc and so on.  I wound up missing a few days and my muse was just gone.

That's when I decided to take this new random blurb I wrote and form it into a story.  To make it easier for myself, I said, "Hey let's plot this out a little bit.  Make some notes using Storybook and go from there."

Which I did. It was nothing to elaborate. Even when I attempt to outline I don't like to make it too detailed so that I have some wiggle room for twists, turns, and roundabouts to make their way into the story.  I never know when I'm going to get a burst of inspiration or a quirky idea that would fit the story.

So I made my note cards on Storybook.  Not for the entire story, but for a good portion of it to see how it went. I start writing. Just beginning chapter two I've realized that these note cards and semi outlining is moot because already my characters have taken over.

Structure is not my friend when it comes to writing.  It just doesn't work. I may want the story to go in one direction, but my characters tend to fight me tooth and nail.  It can be frustrating sometimes.  Not to mention the fact that I wasted half a day trying to figure out where I wanted the story to go only to be bitched slapped by my characters as they took control.

Honestly, I'm not sure why I attempted to outline or plot out this story.  It NEVER works for me. I'm not a linear thinker.  My mind is often chaotic.  Even when I plan things out it never goes that way. Sometimes I wonder if I really do have multiple personalities with all the character conversations and arguments that go on in my mind and on paper. 

Dear Characters,

It's come to my attention that you want to do what you want to do. My opinion rarely ever seems to count. While I understand that you are independent you are not always wise and should take my opinions into account. However, if you still wish to fight me tooth and nail I'll simply say this.



Saturday, November 19, 2011

Penguins Game Tonight! YEAH BABY!

Oh, oh what's that symbol? That's right!  It's the Pittsburgh Penguins baby!  I've got 5th row center ice tickets for the game tonight at the Office Depot Center!  Gonna be wearing my Pens shirt, got my Pens purse and my Pens keychain/bottle opener.  Damn straight!  I'm gonna watch them kick the ass of the Florida Panthers.  No offense to any Panther's fans out there, but they rarely win.

I was actually at the Office Depot Center last week for the Flyers vs. Panther's game.  We had box seats. (A friend of mine works for a company that owns four of them.) Let me tell how nice it is when each box has their own personal bathroom.  The seats were comfy, the boxes were warm, and the view was phenomenal! The Flyers of course won (much to my dismay as they are the Pens rivals and my best friends favorite team - oh the banter that ensues!) and on our way back to the truck there were several little kids standing on the curb.

Honestly, no idea where their moms were.  I imagine they were close by, but the parking lot was crowded with plenty of fans leaving. These kids had hockey sticks and were banging them on the curb.  I was wearing an orange sweatshirt, not in support of the Flyers, but because orange is my favorite color, and but the couple in front of us were indeed wearing Flyers jerseys.

This was not okay to these Shorty Panther Fans. They started banging their sticks harder and looked right at us chanting, "Flyers are cheaters! Flyers are cheaters!"

Everyone started busting out laughing.  You don't mess with the the Shorty Panther Fans! They'll tell you how it is! The next time the Flyers play the Pens, if they win (highly doubtful) I'm going to look at my friend and be like, "Flyers are cheaters! Flyers are cheaters!"

If nothing else it'll be good for a laugh.

Tonight it's just me and the hubby. Unfortunately they're remodeling the store at the Office Depot Center so all they've had is a small kiosk with trinkets and such, so more than likely I won't get that Penguin's Fleury jersey I've been wanting.

Yes, that's right.  I said Fleury.  I know everyone generally has Crosby and Malkin fever, but it's all about Fleury baby.

I'm kind of hoping that once the Penguins kick ass and take names those little kids are out there chanting, "Penguin's are cheaters!" Don't ask me why.  I know I'm weird.

Friday, November 18, 2011

The Stresses of Job Hunting Without a Degree

So recently I've had to start looking for a job.  Here's the problem I'm running into.  I have the experience but everyone wants me to have a (&#(&@(#$&@#() Degree.  More specifically a bachelor's.  Now, I have a degree in Massage Therapy (which I no longer due as it was ridiculously expensive to keep up with the license and besides my wrist decided it didn't really want to handle the stress), but alas, no one is going to hire me with an Associates of Massage.

Granted, I probably should have gone to school when I was younger.  I imagine I'm in the high numbered populace of people going through the same problem. To be honest I fell into my last writing job because a friend of mine is in the business.  She knows I have the skills even if I don't have the degree.  Unfortunately no one else seems to care.

So, what does this mean? This means that I'm going to have to get a crap job while going back to school.  I haven't been to school in over eight years now, but hey, I gotta do what I gotta do.  A Bachelor's in English may be tough to get but I figure if I don't want to be fifty-five working at a retail store for minimum wage I should probably get off my ass and make something happen.

It got me wondering though, how many people went to college straight out of high school? How many people have gone back in later years? Do you know someone who is in their late 20's or 30's or older going back to school? Are you contemplating doing it yourself?

To be perfectly honest I'm petrified, but then again if I let everything that scared me stop me from doing something I wanted to do, well I'd probably live a pretty dull life.

Thursday, November 17, 2011


Did ya miss me? Did ya huh, huh, huh? 

Okay so I'm a little excited.  I fell off the blogosphere when life caught up.  I MISSED it though. I know I never got to finish up with a lot of stuff I was doing, but meh moving and other such things got in the way. The hubby and I are in our place.  Thank you powers that be!  It was a long time coming and seriously, there's a lot less stress now that we're not sharing space with three or four other people.  So YAY for being on our own!

I've been working on NanoWrimo, or rather I was except I got thrown off the last couple of days because I wound up at a funeral on Monday.  No one likes funeral's or having to say goodbye, and it seems like I've been to far too many before I even hit thirty.  (Still haven't hit it, just sayin'.)

I finished one novel though and I'm in the process of editing it.  My Wrimo novel is sort of a sequel to that, but not.  It was on a whim because November came entirely too fast.  Still writing is writing and I love to write and figure that maybe when I start a project on a whim the crap will come out first before it starts to take shape.  That's my story and I'm sticking too it.

Unfortunately I feel like crap today. My allergies are hitting me hard now that it's warming up again. Florida has plant life year round, so pollen, ragweed, all that lovely stuff that makes you sneeze ten ways from Sunday.  Anyone want to exchange noses?  No?  Yeah I wouldn't want to trade with me either.

On that note, I really need to go and shower. My pup has an appointment at the vet for a booster shot.  You'll be hearing from me soon. ;)

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Something's Gotta Give

I have been Missing in Action for a while.  I know.  Life caught up with me mostly.  The hubby has been away for two weeks after we sat down and made a decision about our future. 

Mainly, there isn't one for us here.

There are no jobs outside of the medical field.  The economy is geared more towards the older crowd here and we're struggling too much where we are at.  Basically I can work from anywhere as I do work for a publishing company VIA Email.  Plus I work on my stories. Not that any of them have been published yet, but I'm going off track here.  The point is I work from home.  Brian doesn't.  So we need to go where the work is for him.

So he's in South Florida now staying with his father at the moment.  I grew up in Ft. Lauderdale, Brian moved there when he was fifteen.  We know the area, we have friends, there's plenty to do, and lots of jobs to be had.  He has another job interview tomorrow for an armed security task force for a private yacht club tomorrow.  Cross your fingers.

Basically he's down there looking for a job, I'm up here, and I'm missing him IMMENSELY.  It's put a damper on my writing.  The good news is though, that hopefully after the interview he's going to come and pick me up.  We'll head down there.  I have to reorganize my work stuff to go off my laptop, but that's simple enough.  Although someone has stolen my flash drive.  Okay so I lost it, but it has to be around here somewhere!

There I go on a tangent again.  So I'll be down there for him for hopefully a few weeks. In that time, we're hoping he gets a job.  Then we can come back up here get our stuff and move down there...again.  As long as we're making money, as long as we're progressing and not just...stagnant we're both happy  It's just gotten to the point where something's gotta give.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Just A Quick Update!

The Second Crusader Challenge is up!  Woohoo!  Then I read it and I'm like uhhhhh.  Okay then.  I am a long winded writer.  It is seriously one of my biggest flaws.  This will be a good exercise for me when it comes to keeping my story concise and to the point.  So once I finish up this blog post, I shall get to work on that.

I seem to have disappeared again.  I know. No excuses.  Excuse me while I give myself a quick, swift kick in the ass.

-Stands up and hops around, using the heel of her foot to kick herself in the ass before returning and sitting back in front of the computer.-


What?  I'm a little quirky.  Have you not figured this out yet?  If you haven't you know.

Anyways, I'm going to go start working on the crusaders challenge.  Good luck to everyone!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Last Minute Mini Vacation

I woke up Friday morning with my husband sitting over me.  He had a very long, sad face.  I, with my worrisome nature, automatically thinks that something is wrong.  So I blink up at him from the pillows and blankets.

Me:  What's wrong.

The hubby heaves a sigh as I wait not so patiently.

Hubby:  How would you feel about going to Ft. Lauderdale for the weekend.

I blink several more times waiting for the words to process through my sleep fogged brain, as I have not had any coffee yet.

Me:  Huh?

Hubby: It's my cousins birthday and I know you've been wanting to go to the Renaissance Festival again, so I figured we should go.

Me: Today?

Hubby:  Well we'd head down there today as soon as you wake up.  We'd go to the Ren Fest tomorrow.

Insert conversation about finances here.

Me: I'm not driving.

Hubby:  I'll drive.

Me: I'm not driving home.

Hubby:  I'll drive home too.

Me: I need to find my corset.

Hubby: Is that a yes?

Me:  I might blame it on my sleepy state later, but yes.

So we packed up and came to Ft. Lauderdale for the weekend to go to the Renaissance Festival.  I used to go every year when we lived down here, but it's been a few years, and I was really excited to go.

It was a BLAST!  Though I didn't get to wear my corset cause it was a bit chilly, and then warmed up later in the day.  I should have worn it and dealt with it.

We spent five and a half hours walking around doing things, watching shows, drinking, and everything else.  My feet hurt sooooo bad by the time we left.  After getting back to the father in laws, I took a shower and  changed into comfy clothes. 

I admit, the bed looked so comfortable.  I had to lay down for a minute.  Of course that minute turned into a two hour nap.  Whoops!

Anyways, I will get the scribbles up when we get home sometime this afternoon.  This hubbies belly is jacked up so we're trying to give it time to settle before we hit the road for four hours.  In our rush though, I forgot my flash drive with all my docs on it, including the next part of the story!  Doh!

I'll post some pictures and things when I get home.  For now I gotta go!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

More Awards!

The lovely Zan Marie of In the Shade of the Cherry Tree as given me two awards!  Thank you so much! Be sure to go and check out her beautiful blog!

Remember how I said to make sure you check out her blog?  I mean it!  Do it!  Or I shall have Castiel smite you!

All right so seven more things about me you did not know. 

1. I love to grill!
And I'm pretty good at it to! ;)
2. My childhood crush was Jonathan Brandis.

I absolutely adored him!  May he R.I.P.
3.I am a classic TV show buff.

                                                  4. Guilt Pleasures by Laurell K. Hamilton was the first UF book I ever read.

5. I am a whiskey girl.
There is no other whiskey.  Just Jack.
6. I play World of Warcraft

7. I think Firefly is one of the best shows of all time.
 You really shouldn't disagree with me with on this.

There you go.  Seven more things about moi!

Now, let's see, bloggers.  Who to choose, who to choose?

Thanks again Zan and congrats to everyone!

Monday, March 7, 2011

Catch Me If You Can BlogFest!

I really love all these challenges and contests on blogger!

KayKay's Corner is hosting the 'Catch Me If You Can Blogfest'.  It's really simple to sign up for and it seems like it'll be a lot of fun.

Basically the idea is to get some critique back on your current WIP. So today, I'm going to be posting the first 550 words of (for lack of a better title at the moment) Vengeance.

Also one of the participants will get a $20 gift card to Amazon!  Come on, you know you want some feedback anyways!  Give it a try!

“It’s a bad idea,” Derek said for the third time. Each time he said it his Puerto Rican accent thickened.  “There are a lot of variables, which ups the risk.  We need to keep it simple."
Lucy rolled her pretty green eyes and sighed in annoyance.  “This is simple.  Look as soon as I over ride the codes and loop the video—“
“I don’t speak geek,” He reminded her with a flat glare.

She turned back to her computer screen.  “You’d think after eighty seven years you’d have picked up more than just information on cars and women.”
Derek leaned against the wall of the van and smirked.  “Chica, I think you just wish you had the skills I have with women.”
I sat in the back of the van quietly.  They’d figure it out.  They always did.  Derek’s face twisted and contorted, his eyes shot little red lazer beams at Lucy.  I closed my eyes, willing the images to disappear.  I’d waited too long between burnings and the flame was pissed.  When I opened my eyes the images were still there.
 “This is efficient.”  Lucy said changing the subject. Her words jumped around my head like ping pong balls bouncing off the sides of my skulls.  I heard her, but I couldn’t quite comprehend it.  “It’ll get the job done better than a back alley grab where any witness could be lurking.  It’s a high tech age, get with the time wolf boy.”
Derek huffed in annoyance but didn’t argue.  His laser eye beams narrowed and suddenly he turned towards me.  I flinched, expecting to get burned by the red lights, but they faded when he looked at me.  “You all right, Hails?”
“Pretty lights can’t hurt me.”  Wait that wasn’t right.  Closing my eyes I shook my head as if that would get rid of the craziness.  After a moment I peaked with one eye. Derek’s olive features were sharp, with a square jaw and strong nose, and they weren’t moving around anymore.  A few strands of shaggy dark hair fell into his eyes. Taking that as a good sign I opened the other eye and said, “Yeah, what’s our status?”
 Lucy turned to her laptop. “Guards make their rounds every hour on the hour.”  She rolled her eyes.  “Think they could shake it up a little.  Not make it so easy on us.”  She scratched at her scalp underneath all the red, curly hair that was piled on top.  “The marks office is on the seventeenth floor, corner office on the west side.  Now, trying to get you into the elevators on the bottom floor is tricky, so you’re going to go in the side fire escape door and up to the first floor. Then –

“Lucy,” I said pinching the bridge of my nose.  She looked up at me questioningly, the freckles started dancing around on her nose and I suddenly had an urge to play connect the dots.  My chest grew warm.  The flame was anxious.  “Take a breath between sentences okay?”


So the actual word count is 507.  The next paragraph would have put me over.
I hope you enjoy, and this is just a first draft.  I've learned that if I constantly go back and edit I'll never finish it.  

Oh and my email is for anyone who may want to do a longer critique!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Sunday Scribbles! (Ha that's right! I'm doing it on Sunday this time!

Okay if you missed the first part of Route 4 you can check it out Here.

Without further ado...

Route 4: Part Two

My jaw was gaping as John Doe looked around.  He seemed more curious than frightened.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  His gaze settled on me, eyes grayish and waxy.  “Is this the morgue?”

Unsure what to say or do, I simply nodded.  Was there protocol for when the dead sat up and started talking to you?  If there was I must have missed that seminar at the last convention.  This was a first for me.  I was very much a deer caught in the headlights.

“So I’m dead…” He lifted his hands looking at them closely. “It would explain why I feel no heartbeat in my chest.”

“I suppose it would.” My voice was quiet, filled with disbelief.  It was one thing to work with the dead all night.   It’s not like I haven’t talked to a dead body before.  Most often was something was eluding me to how they died.  They had never spoken back before.  It was a little unnerving that John Doe was.

He adjusted the sheet to cover him more comfortable and then rested his hands on the cold, metal table.  It was a bit late for modesty.  I had already performed an autopsy on him.  His chest and belly were sewed up in the stand ‘Y’ shape.  My eyes and hands had scoured every inch of his body searching for anything that would not only help the police find his killer, but maybe help identify John Doe as well.

“How did I…?”

I pointed to his forehead.  “You were um…”  Shot in the head?  Had your brains blown out? Murdered? For some reason it seemed rude to say it in any of those ways.  Where ever the spirits went after death, it was the greeter’s job on that side to tell them what happened if they didn’t remember.  At least I would assume.  My job was figuring out the last message they left behind.

He reached his hand up, fingers grazing over the bullet hole.  He opened his mouth slightly as realization hit.  “Oh dear, this is quiet embarrassing.”

I shrugged.  “Not really.  I’ve seen deaths a lot less dignified than yours.”

He raised a bushy eyebrow.  “Really?  Anyone you can think of in particular?”

Realization hit that I was having a conversation with a dead man.  Since he wasn’t overly scary and apparently hadn’t risen as a flesh eating zombie, I started to feel the same annoyance I got when around the living.  I hated chatty Kathy’s and gossip mongers.

“Look, I’ve still got work to do.”  I tried to keep my voice as neutral as possible.  “So maybe you can help me out by telling me your name?”

“I didn’t come here to tell you that.”  He suddenly looked confused.  “Not sure how I know that.”  His gray eyes settled on me again.  “This is an odd predicament isn’t it?”

I held my thumb and index finger about an inch apart.  “Little bit, yeah.” I shrugged.  “I’ve spent a lot of time speaking for the dead, but this is the first time the dead actually verbally spoke back.  I gotta tell you pal, it’s a unnerving.”

“Pal.”  It rolled over his tongue.  He seemed to ponder the word for a moment before nodding.  “Yes, Pal will do.  You may call me Pal if you wish.”

My eyes widened ever so slightly.  “Right.” I lengthened the word.  It was slow, drawn out.  A soft word of sarcasm and surprise.  “Somehow I don’t think the name Pal is going to help the police find your next of kin.”

Pal gave a small smile.  “Ahh yes, that’s why I’m here.  I remember now.”  Reaching up he absently scratched the bullet hole.  Admittedly it was a little bit sickening to watch. 
Said the medical examiner talking to the dead guy.

I was beginning to think I was losing my mind.  I was, after all, sitting here having a conversation. 

Pal had been sitting in silence for a few moments.  He had trailed off and was now staring at the morgue body coolers.  “Oh my, I’m a bit claustrophobic. I won’t be put in one of those drawers will I?”

Usually by the time the dead were put in there they didn’t care.  Pal would be the first to even have an opinion on the subject.  Somehow though, I didn’t think that’s why he was here.  I snapped my fingers to draw his attention back.

“Hey, concentrate.  What are you here for?”

He blinked and brought his gaze back to me.  “Forgive my rudeness.”  Pal nodded. “I’m here because you are indeed a friend to the dead.  You often say for us what we can no longer say ourselves.”
I supposed some people could see what I do as noble.  In reality, the dead were a lot easier to get along with than the living.  I shrugged.  “It’s my job.”

“So it is, but what you do is still a favor towards those no longer living.” He held up a pale finger.  “Thus the dead wish to return the favor.”

My eyebrows rose.  “You’re here to kill me?

He scoffed.  “Goodness me no.” He almost looked offended by the notion.  “However would you be able to continue helping the dead if you died yourself?”  He waved the thought away.  “No my dear girl, I am here to warn you.”

“If you say I’m going to be visited by three ghosts I’m going to check myself into the psych ward.”
He smiled then.  “No ghosts.  Just me.”  He adjusted the sheet again.

“Well then could cut to the chase, Pal?  I’ve got work to do.” Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms over my chest.  Maybe I had come off as rude, but I wasn’t a people person.  Not even a talking dead people person.  Besides I was still debating on whether or not I’d fallen asleep at my desk or knocked my head on my something.  This could also be one very intense, very vivid hallucination.

“Very well,” Pal said.  “If you insist.”

“I do.”

“No need to get your knickers in a twist.”

I cringed.  “You’re dead.  Please don’t think about my knickers.  It’s really creepy.”

“Just a phrase my dear, just a phrase.”

“Can we get on with this?”

Pal made a movement that very much made me think he wanted to sigh.  Then he straightened and looked at me with those dead, gray eyes.

“Your normal route.  The one you drive every day to and from work?”

I raised a brow again when he phrased it as more of a question.  “What about it?”

“Take a detour.”  Pal’s gaze was piercing into me.  “We don’t wish you among the dead so soon.”

A chill slithered down my spine. Pal had been vague, but his point came across crystal clear. 

Something was going to happen my way home.  It obviously wasn’t anything good.  In fact it would most likely result in my death.   Then again I still wasn’t sure this was actually happening.

“If I avoid my usual route, will it stop whatever it is that’s going to happen?  Or will someone else take my place?”

Pal raised and dropped one shoulder.  A half hearted shrug.  “It isn’t for me to say.  Only for you to decide.”

“No pressure.”

He smiled. “Life is not easy, nor is death.  Every decision has consequences.”  Pal looked off into the distance as if seeing something that I couldn’t. Something that was only meant for the eyes of the dead.

The Fifteen Blogs I'm Passing The Award Onto!

1. Have Mercy! Killer Reviews!

2. Brains! Not Just For Zombies!

3.Word + Stuff

4.Marieke's Musings

5.Seeking The Writer's Life

6.The Writer's Funhouse]

7.A Writerly Pensheep

8.Amanda's Twisted Truth's

9.Confession's of an Aspiring Author

10.Freckle Head: Queen of Procrastination

11.Raquel Byrnes]

12.Writes of Passage]

13.Waiting on the Muse

14.The Lit Express

15.An Alleged Author]

Congrats Guys!  Read the previous post for details!  I got lazy :P


While I was off being sick I realized I recieved a Stylish Blogger Award from [url=]Cerebral Lunchbox[/url].

 As per the rules, I must do three things.

1.  Thank and link back to the awesometastic person who gave me this award. 

2. State 7 things about myself.  Lucky number seven!

3. Pass this award on to 15 bloggers of my choosing.

Thank you Cerebral Lunchbox!  I love the unique name and reading your blog.  I am honored to have received this award from you.

Seven Things About Me

1.  My favorite color is orange.

2. I hate Valentines Day because it's my birthday and I've always had to share my day with a couples holiday.

3.  Macaroni Penguins (or as I call them Surfer Penguins) are one of my two favorite animals.  They were my favorite long before the movie Surf's Up.  Ever since I was a teenager and went to the zoo and little one armed penguin waved at me.

4. My name was a drunken mistake.  My parents couldn't decide on a name for me for five whole days.  I was just baby girl .....  My dad went to a bar one night and was telling his friend about the dilemma.  Apparently he told my dad to name me Natanya Michelle.  In his drunken state my dad wound up turning into Natasha Michelle (which I admit I like better!)

5. I am an avid hockey fan!  Go Pens!

6. I have never seen snow!  True fact.

7.  I am an avid and rabid Supernatural fan!

Honestly not sure why that says Tuesdays as it was never on Tuesdays but hey, it's still a sexy pic!

There you have seven facts about me!

As for the fifteen bloggers to pass this onto?  Well they shall be determined tomorrow! Good night folks!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Exclamation Marks!Hyper!Mojo Monkey!

Word Of The Day

I was lost for a week!  Okay well almost a week.  Close enough!  Where did the time go?  See what happens when I don't post for one day!  Okay enough with the exclamation marks!  That was the last one I promise.

So a week has come and gone.  What do I have to report on?  The writing side has not been going well, but I was sick.  It was one of those I feel disgusting and don't want to get out of bed type sicknesses where your body is achy and feeble feeling. 

However I have recovered and my usual spunk has come along with it.  Which means my darlings, do expect regular postings from me again.

First off, congrats to all you winners of the Crusader's Challenge!  Excellent job!  I applaud thee of thy excellence.

I'm not sure if I've had sugar tonight or if it's just the fact that I feel so much better!  I have so much energy.

Maybe it's a combination? 

Tomorrow is Sunday which means I will finally get the delayed Sunday Scribblings up.  Woohoo!  Yay for scribblings!  Hopefully my muse will be around this week now that I'm feeling like a normal human being instead of a half dead zombie and I'll actually get something decent written.  

Onto the word of the day.  Honestly, I'm stumped on how to use that one in a sentence for this particular post.


a reversal in policy : about-face

Now, I understand the meaning and context.  Maybe my brain is still recovering from being sick.  I'm not sure, but for whatever reason I can't not think of a suitable way to incorporate this into my blog post.  Mind you this post is mostly gibberish, but hey whatever works to get my writing mojo flowing again.

It's the Mojo Monkey! 

I know this post is wild and chaotic and probably doesn't make much sense.  I'm just happy to be feeling alive again!  It's ALIVE!!! Mwahahahaha. 

And I'm going now.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Sunday Scribbles - Postponed Till Monday.

I know that it's Sunday and I know I'm supposed to be posting some more scribbling.  That's not going to happen tonight.  I have more scribblings, but they're hand written and I just don't have the energy to type it up at the moment.  If this headache manages to go away I will do my best, but there's only an hour left in Sunday as it is.  At least for me.  So the scribblings will be up tomorrow.

That being said, I'm going to get some rest.  Night!

Friday, February 25, 2011

Blogging, Emotions, Writing.

I realize I didn't post yesterday.  I still have eight minutes left of today.  Not much to talk about so here we go.

Word of The Day

It's Friday night!  At least for another six minutes!  I don't really have much to say, but I know now that if I don't post regularly I will lose my mojo.  Instead of being a day late it'll be two days late.  Then I'll be posting once every three days.  Then it'll be once a week!  I will lose my schedule.  I will forget my blog.  How can I do that? 

In all honesty when I was younger I blogged probably more than I did anything else.  I have a creative group of friends.  Some are writers.  Some are artists.  Some are just quirky and unique in their own right.  We all got live journal accounts and chaos ensued!  

I had and actually still have another blogger account under another email that was basically nothing but my personal feelings.  It was everything and anything that was going on in my life whether it be good, bad or indifferent.  It was all out there.

It was out there how I was stressing because my husband had cancer.  I was stressing because my sister was having a double lung transplant and then five years later died from Cystic Fibrosis.  If you want to be technical she was my husbands sister, but we've known each other since we were fifteen.  We were both born in the same year, even if it was at different ends.  I was born at the beginning of the year she at the end.  We both had the same middle names.  The same hair color and eye color.  We were in fact sisters.

I realize how open I used to be whether it was simply to my friends or I let everything out in a blog post.  I've noticed how not open I am anymore.  How I tend to bottle things up and think I need to be the strong one.  My secret for the Crusader's Challenge was how I am the secret rock, and I am.

The question much has that affected me.  More so, at least for me.  How has it affected my writing?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Truths Explained And The Lie Revealed.

Word Of The Day

When I came out of my just-waking-up-sleepy-time fog this morning I realized I have over a hundred followers!  I'm gushing over here!  Thank you guys so much (and especially Rach since without her Crusade I doubt I'd have a fraction of that!)  I've been going through and trying to comment on your blogs.  So many interesting posts, so little time!  

I also woke up this morning with my right arm extremely sore.  I'm not sure what happened really.  The only thing I can figure is that I somehow slept on it oddly.  It's making sitting at my desk with my arms on the surface a bit painful.  I hate taking medicine so I've avoided taking any IBuprofens, but it's really becoming bothersome now.  I may have too at some point or I'm not going to get much of anything done.

The Revealing Of The Lie

Mostly all of what I said was true.  I have always bitten my nails since I was a little girl.  Whether I picked it up by aping my mother or it came to me on my own, I don't know, but it's always been there.  My husband has been trying to get my feminine side to come out (as I am the t-shirt and jeans wearing woman) a bit more so I started doing my nails myself.  I now substitute chipping off nail polish instead of biting my nails all the way down to the beds.  So far so good.

The secret was always true.  I very much try to carry the weight of the stress so my loved ones don't have too.  It's just the way I am.  I take after my dad in the aspect.  We're both very calm in chaotic situations, doing what needs to be down and then breaking down about it later if need be.  

An honest person indeed I am.  I've never been one to keep the truth from someone for fear of hurting their feelings.  When a female friend asks if a dress makes her look fat, I'll answer honestly.  If it makes her look fat I'm going to say so.  What's the point of lying?  Then when you go out and she finds out from someone else that the dress hugs her in ways that are no where near flattering she's going to be pissed at me.  If you can't hear the truth from your friends...well who are you going to hear it from?  My husband and I are in agreement that this is my best character trait.

Peeing before sex.  Yes, it's true.  It's an odd quirk.  Apparently it doesn't matter where we are, what time of day it is, or if I'm so dehydrated that my lips are cracked and my tongue feels like sandpaper.  I will pee before sex!  So yes, it is true!

I LOVE musicals! As a child and still as an adult I have an edacious addiction to them. I was raised on them and when there's nothing on TV, I tend to pop in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers or Grease. This is where the lie comes in though.  I honestly thought that though it was subtle, it would be easily picked up on.  In my experience, it is that us of the fairer sex, tend to enjoy musicals a lot more than men.  I secretly think they like it, but don't say so because they're worried it'll ruin their manly image. 

Have you figured out the lie yet? 

My father was not the one who played them over and over for me.  It was my mother.  When Mamma Mia came out on DVD she played it over and over again.  I can't count how many times I have looked like a fool dancing with her to 'Dancing Queen.'  

There you have it.  Truths sorted from lies and a bit of embarrassing information about me as a bonus.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

First Crusader Challenge! Here We Go!

The Challenge 

In 300 words or less, tell us:

· one secret

· one lie

· one interesting quirk

· one annoying habit

· one of your best character traits, and

· one of your favourite things in the whole world.

The post can be in any format, including poetry (for those poets among us), but must include the random words, “bloviate,” “fuliguline,” “rabbit,” and “blade” 

All right, that being said.  I'm not sure I've followed everyone.  I honestly think I had a few problems with some Wordpress people.  So I'm probably not eligible for the prize.

Here we go!


Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.  Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.  Brown paper packages tied up with strings.  These are a few of my favorite things!

Ahhh classic musicals.  Who doesn’t love them?  My husband for one.   I however love them.  The Sound of Music, White Christmas, The Wizard of Oz.  These are movies my father played over and over for me as a child.  I knew how to use a VCR by the age of two and constantly rewound the songs and dances.  I think there were times my brother considering breaking the VCR just to make it stop.

An honest person I am.  Then again maybe blunt is a better term.  My friends know I have no problem calling them out when they’re acting like a donkey’s butt.  It’s probably why I have so few true friends.  Not everyone wants to hear the truth.

My husband was cleaning his nails with his pocket knife blade when I asked him what quirks I had.  He was quick to answer.  “You pee before sex every time without fail.”  I didn’t know that was a quirk, but there you have it.  I am the woman who pees before sex without fail.

Random Word of this post: Fuliguline

To know me is to love me, good or bad.  I often pile the bad on my shoulders so the ones I love don’t have to.  I am the secret rock that no one knows about.

I nibble on my nails like a rabbit nibbles on carrots.   My husband bloviates on the subject all the time wishing I’d stop.  It’s a habit I’ve had since I was a little girl.  I’ve taken to chipping away nail polish as a substitute.

Something in the above 283 words is not true.  Can you guess what it is?  The answer shall be in a post tomorrow!  Mwahahahahah!