Day 11– Your current relationship

Married…10 years. together for 13. It’s his ex-girlfriend’s fault.  Like every other relationship, some days are good, some days are bad. Lucky for him, my sister convinced me that it was illegal in the state of GA to get a divorce within the first 30 days of marriage.

At this point, I don’t think anyone else would put up with us.

Day 10 – Writing Challenge — A Fruit you dislike and why

Being a HUGE fruit junkie this is actually hard for me. There isn’t really a fruit that I “dislike”. There are fruits that aren’t my favorite, but I will still eat them. For example, strawberries, not my favorite, but I’m drinking a kiwi strawberry water right now and not wanting to throw up or anything. Limes aren’t my all time favorite but I enjoy them in drinks.

Having said that, “domestic fruits” aren’t my favorites. Given the choice between a pear and a mango, it’s a mango every time.

But if you really want to classify a tomato as a fruit…yep…don’t like them raw, don’t like the texture. But I love them cooked.

Day 9 — Your feelings on ageism

This is honestly a subject I have no real feelings on. I know it exists, I know why it exists. But until parenting methods change, until people stop being so selfish, until we learn to start loving strangers and helping strangers, it’s not going to change.

Ageism will exist until we learn to talk to each other with respect. Respect isn’t taught anymore. It’s not earned anymore, it’s rarely given anymore. My generation has no respect for the generation it raised because we totally screwed it up. The generation we raised has no respect for our generation or the older one because we didn’t teach them to respect themselves.

Can it be stopped? Sure, but it’s going to take a lot more than a blog entry. And honestly, there are bigger problems facing our world right now.

Day 8– A book I love & one I don’t

As a writer, this is a hard topic to write on. There are a TON of books that I love, really truly love. That I can read over and over again. That I can recite passages of with no problem. The easiest way to narrow this down is to tell you that I absolutely adore the author Dean Koontz.  Now the reason I love his work so much is because I’ve said for years that it takes a person with a terrible past to write the horrible things he does. And I was right, his father was an alcoholic and made his life miserable. He doesn’t talk about it much and has only started talking about it recently. But from the limited amount of insight into his past that I have, I now understand where his nightmares come from, the same place mine come from.

Having said that, my favorite Koontz book is Whispers. It was the book that got me started with him. When I came back from my abusive marriage in Florida, with barely the clothes on my back, my friend Janice and her family took me in. On the days that I couldn’t get out of bed because my feet were so swollen or my back hurt or Charley was kicking so bad that every muscle in my belly hurt or that rare occasion her foot was stuck between two ribs, Janice and I would spend the day in bed reading Whispers out loud to each other. She would read a chapter than I would read a chapter. It didn’t take us long to finish that book and then move on to more of his books. I honestly think that’s where Charley got her weird imagination was listening to us read Dean Koontz.

On a side note, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting him a few times and even being included in a Google Hangout. It was totally awesome and MimmyJoe even interrupted! Click below to see the video of the hangout.

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Now, for a book that I hate. This is hard for me because I don’t actually “hate” the book, I hate the way the book was rolled out, a few chapters at a time. I used to be a HUGE Stephen King fan. And then The Green Mile came out as a serial book. And to me, it seemed like a huge money scheme. I refused to buy it. It was the first King book I refused to buy. I didn’t read it. I still haven’t  bought it or read it. I have seen the movie and it was wonderful. But because of that book and the way it was rolled out, I’ve not purchased another Stephen King novel. That’s not to say I haven’t read them, Charley is a King fan and if she recommends one of his books and buys it, I’ll read it. But I won’t buy it on my own.  Personally, I think his wife Tabitha is a far better writer. She’s much more graphic than he is when it comes to violence. I really think that in his books where he is really graphic with sex and violence it’s because she is ghostwriting for him.

Day 7 — What tattoos you have and if they have meaning.

This is really easy. I have no tattoos.

However. I’ve considered getting a tattoo. But not too seriously. I’m not a huge fan of them but I understand why people get them. I just don’t think I want to go through that much pain for something that is not going to look the same all the time. I mean face it, I’m going to gain weight, lose weight, get more wrinkles than I already have, I may have to have body parts removed, skin removed, etc. You never know what is going to happen. So keep that in mind when I say that the tattoo I’ve considered getting is the one pictured below.

I would add the kids names inside the loops.

Now, while that is an awesome tattoo and anyone who really knows me, knows that it has a ton of meaning with the kids names and the paw prints, that would look like crap wrinkled, cut in half, faded, etc. So, no. Not happening. And I stick my finger twice a day, and I insert the BGS in my body once a week, that’s enough sticking for me! Doesn’t mean I don’t love my kids or animals, it just means no more pain than I need!

Day 6 — Someone who fascinates you and why.

This one is really hard for me to write, not because I don’t have anyone that fascinates me, but because I have several people that I’m in awe of and I tell them every day. So I can’t narrow that down and write about just one when my life is guided by my fascination of so many strong people.

First — I would have to say, Trudy. She’s amazing, she’s strong, she’s a pioneer woman, but yet she’s sensitive and kind. Trudy is the mother I always wanted, the big sister I wished I had, the friend I’m glad I have. She’s the person I cry on her shoulder about anything and there is no judgment only “It’s okay, you’ve got this, let’s figure it out.” It amazes me that she takes whatever life throws at her and plants it to see what will come up. Recently, she had a major health scare at the same time Brian’s father did, I was in a pickle trying to figure out how to be in two places at one time. Thankfully they both pulled through. I’ve never met her in person and I don’t want my first time to be while she’s in the hospital or at her funeral.

Second– Next would be Pamela. I love her fire, her spirit, her drive, her artistic eye. It fascinates me the way she can tune out the world and paint a guitar that so matches my personality that it’s like she reached down into my soul and pulled it out of me. She’s walked a path that hasn’t always been easy but she’s always come out on top. She a fighter and a winner. She pours her heart and soul into things she believes in, she believes in her family, her heart and women’s causes. I’m glad to call her my friend.

Third — The Amazing Sissy. Animal Activist, Human Activist, Women’s RIght’s Activist, former 1/2 owner of the Daily Brew (which I never made it to), a better photographer than I’ll ever hope to be and she’s kind and wonderful on top of it. She has an amazing partner, an amazing daughter, an amazing family. EVERYTHING about Sissy is AMAZING. She’s been everywhere, done everything, seen everything. Who needs “Seven Degrees of Kevin Bacon” play “Seven Degrees of Sissy” and you’d enjoy the results much better!

The thing that these three women have in common is their strength, love, and kindness.  Not only do they fascinate me, they are my role models. There are several other people on this list, but these three are the top three. Whenever I feel myself slipping over to the dark side, I stop and think, “What would Trudy, Pam or Sissy do” and then figure out if that is something that would work for me. Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn’t. But at least I try. I don’t want to be a carbon copy of any of the people that fascinate me, but I sure would love to be able to take all the good things about them and incorporate them into my world.

Thanks for reading.

Day 5- A place I would live but have never visited

Today’s writing prompt is so easy for me. I have the place picked out. I’ve had it picked out for years and years. Well, the place did change, but the country didn’t. The place used to be Yellow Knife, Canada. I fell in love with it many years ago while listening to radio stations on our HUGE satellite dish. Do you remember that show on tv that would use the radio station to send messages to family members? It was called “Northern Exposure”. I didn’t watch it a lot, but I would catch an episode from time to time. I thought it was cool, the small town atmosphere, the friendly neighbors, people were there for each other and I loved that. I found that same type of town while listening to the radio station in Yellow Knife Canada.

I started researching Yellow Knife and found out it was just the type of town like in the show “Northern Exposure”. For years, I would threaten to run away and hide and that would be the place I would plan to run to in my dreams. And then the show “Ice Truckers” became something. And guess what, they filmed in Yellow Knife. I don’t know how many seasons they filmed there but I saw that the filmed one season there and it was no longer that cute, quiet little town. It was full of people and production crews and it was loud. So I gave that place up. There was no way I could run away to Yellow Knife. And enough people heard me complain about it that the word was out, Yellow Knife was my hiding spot.

Then I found a new spot. It’s still in Canada and it’s beautiful….and it’s not popular like Yellow Knife. But it was in a movie. And if I ever turn up missing, that’s where you will find me. But no, I won’t tell you the name! It’s a secret! Only a few people know only the people who I would want to find me!

Day 4: 10 Interesting facts about yourself– I failed.

Wow, really? Am I supposed to write 10 interesting facts about MYSELF? I personally think I’m not interesting.

Okay. So I’ll give this a try. I’ll start with a fact that always make people look at me funny and scratch their heads.

1. I’m my own aunt. Yes, you read that right. I am my own aunt. How can that be? My bio father’s mother adopted me. That makes my bio father my legal brother, so his bio child (me) is my niece. There are not enough branches on MY family tree! LOL










And that’s my list. I don’t think I’m an interesting person. The only thing I can even remotely come up with that is interesting is the fact that I’m my own aunt and that isn’t interesting, that’s just screwed up!

We will call this day a writing challenge FAIL!


Day 3: Your 1st love and your 1st kiss, discuss both

My first real love? Or my first childish love? Which do I write about?

For a long time, I didn’t know what love was because of my past. Face it, I didn’t know a lot of things because of my past. I had to learn them on my own. I would like to think that my first love was Daryl Posey, but he wasn’t really. I thought he was, he was a great time. He was there when I needed him. But then I learned a lesson, thanks to my egg donor, that he really wasn’t there for me.

See, I can’t tell you about the first time I kissed Daryl, the first time we went out, the first time we had sex or any of that, but I can tell you how I felt around him. I felt great, I felt like someone finally cared about me. Someone wanted to spend time with me, to talk to me, to hold my hand, to be seen with me. And yes, have sex with me. But I can tell you about the last time I saw him and how it crushed me.

The last time I saw Daryl and his amazing green eyes was at my egg donor’s house. She had this bright idea for me to find out if he really loved me. Now, I was only 16 at the time. As my “mother” she shouldn’t have been trying to find my “true love” and my future husband, she should have been worried about my grades in school, or better yet, getting me BACK in school, discussing college with me and helping me figure out how to  grow to be an adult. Not trying to marry me off. But no, I thought Daryl and I were madly in love, he was discussing going off to college and what was going to happen to us then. Then my “mother” came up with this “brilliant” plan to see if he was really in love with me. Her plan was to tell him I was pregnant and see how he reacted. She said “If he loves you, he’ll marry you and then you can either get pregnant or fake a miscarriage. If he doesn’t really love you, then he’ll break up with you.”  Well, I think you can guess how THAT worked out, since I’ve already said that the last time I saw him it crushed me. You would be right, he told me that he didn’t want to be married, he didn’t want a child, and that since we used protection every time we had sex, it couldn’t be his. (Back then I couldn’t spout off that condoms are only effective 98% of the time. ) He yelled, I yelled, he punched a wall, I cried, he cried and then he got in his muscle car and drove out of my life. I never saw him again.

That was what I *thought* was my first love.

For my first kiss, I have to refer to my first kiss that meant something to me. The first real grown-up kiss that I remember. And for that, I’m simply going to pull the passage from my book “Scorned”. To set the scene, Jesse and I were on our first real date, we had gone out to dinner.

“We sat there eating and talking until it was almost time for them to close. Jesse paid the bill and we left. He looked at his watch and realized how late it was getting. He said that he had planned on us going to the movies but obviously we couldn’t stop talking and missed it. He wanted to know if it was okay if we went back to my place for a while to just hang out and chat some more. I was more than happy to spend more time getting to know him. Again, he held the car door open for me and I slid on over to the middle and waiting for him to get in. This time he put his arm around me as we drove back. When we pulled up in front of my place, instead of sliding back over to my side, I slid out his side. Just little things like that made it seemed like we had always been a part of each other’s lives. He took my hand and we walked up the sidewalk to the front door. Instead of going in, though, we sat on the swing and talked some more. At one point, he wrapped his arms around me, used one hand and lifted my face to look into my eyes. He told me that he could tell that there had been a lot of sadness and fear in my life, more than I was telling him and that I never had to fear him. He said that he would never lay a hand on me to hurt me, ever. And with that, he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth.

I melted. I thought everything I had read in Patricia’s romance novels was phony. But I saw fireworks. I heard them too. I’m sure if we were standing my foot would have popped up like you see in the movies. The feel of his lips on mine was like nothing I had ever felt before. I swear that every bone in my body had turned to jelly and I was going to slide right off the porch swing. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it was going to beat out of my chest. There was no tongue involved. It was just a simple lip-to-lip kiss and it set me on fire. When the kiss was over I melted into his chest and could hear his heart beating, I swear it was beating as fast as mine was beating. His breathing was certainly as fast as mine. We sat there for a while, my head on his chest, him with one arm wrapped tightly around me, the other hand stroking my hair. The whole time he was whispering something in French. It was one of the most innocent yet romantic nights I had ever experienced. After a while he shifted and kissed me again, I had the same intense reaction. It was so new to me I didn’t quite understand it, but I knew I wanted to keep feeling it because it was so enjoyable. When the kiss ended he said that he needed to get his mom’s car home because it was late and he had to work tomorrow.”

And to be completely honest….Jesse was my first real love. As a grown up, looking back on my life, I know that now. We had a love story that lasted until he died. And there was not a phone call or a meeting that didn’t end with the words “I love you” even when we were in relationships with other people. As I once put it, we had seniority in each other’s lives.

Day 2: Your earliest memory

My earliest memory? Really? Who wants to hear about MY earliest memory. If you’ve read my books or the first one, then you know that MY earliest memories, suck ass. They aren’t happy, they aren’t pleasant, they aren’t even tolerable. My first memories are horrible. Even if I had to pick a “pleasant one” it would be of standing up in the front seat of the car while my Dad drove. Eating a roll from KFC, yes, a roll, back before they had biscuits they had the best yeast rolls ever. And I loved them. But that’s not even a pleasant memory or a happy one. Because we were going “coon hunting”. Yes, that’s right, I was riding along with my father as he was going hunting raccoons. It was not pretty, happy, pleasant or enjoyable….except for that damn roll.