I don't wear make-up. My idea of wearing make-up is to pop on powder (to take off the shine) and lipstick (because I like color.)
But today...I'm being interviewed by the local paper. WOO! How exciting is that? So, I decide, in my infinite wisdom, that if there are pictures, mebbe I need to put forth a little more effort.
This translates to--mascara.
I hate mascara.
And ironically, the make-up maven (i.e. Middle Chicken) is the only one in the house with mascara. So I ask if I can borrow some.
Can I tell you how many flipping times I poked myself in the eye? Or how many pieces of toilet paper gave their lives so that I didn't look like Cruella DeVille? Um...several.
But the kicker? The evil heifer (once again, said Middle Chicken) doesn't give me the $6 mascara I bought her. Oh hell no. She gives me the cheap little mascara that came in a make-up kit.
I'm the Mama. Surely to God that should mean I get the good stuff.
So we'll be discussing that after school today. *grins*
On the writing front...same rules still apply. Finishing Wind Goddess. Hell in a handbasket. It's the hardest book I've had to write. I'm not sure if it's because I've been sick so much off and on or just because all the rest of the characters in my head won't let up.
Either way...it sucks.
Saturday I'll be going to a breakfast for Gear-Up for Oldest Chicken. There will be talk of colleges and info passed out to give us all an idea of possible ways to finance such an endeavor. Plus, I'm hoping my appearance will help Oldest Chicken get into the Upward Bound program this Summer. *fingers crossed*
And speaking of Oldest Chicken...she has Eighth Grade Promotion in May. She'll be going into High School.
*eye twitch*
HIGH SCHOOL!!!
My God! I remember being in high school. Sure it was almost two decades ago. But hey! I've got a long memory. VERY long. LOL
My twenty year reunion is next year. How time flies.
So that's about it from here.
Hope your weekend is a good one!
Grins*
Friday, March 28, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
The voices in my head...a literary odyssey
The voices in my head are really beginning to drive me slightly mad.
I MUST finish Wind Goddess in the next couple of weeks. But Earth Goddess keeps intruding. Nice little dialogue. Scenes that keep popping up in my head. Sheesh
Then there's WATS. Now that one's lovely. And I have this training scene that I need to work on. AFTER Wind Goddess. *eye roll*
Then there's this fantastic idea for SWTWC. Oh sure. It's fabulous. Seriously. Imaginative. Fun. And Paranormal, of course.
And I've even jotted down a lovely paragraph dialogue for TW. Because the damn story will NOT get out of my head!!!
I'm telling you. I need to charge rent or something. Everything's just crowding in and driving me crazy.
CRAZY!!!
But wait...there's more.
I have a short story I planned on submitting to Amazon Shorts that's halfway done. I stopped in the middle of a sex scene. Sorry, Mac.
And I have the first chapter of another Paranormal.
For the love of God.
So that's what's boucing around above the shoulders. Carry on a normal conversation? I couldn't possibly. I'm too busy refereeing the voices in my head.
Grins*
I MUST finish Wind Goddess in the next couple of weeks. But Earth Goddess keeps intruding. Nice little dialogue. Scenes that keep popping up in my head. Sheesh
Then there's WATS. Now that one's lovely. And I have this training scene that I need to work on. AFTER Wind Goddess. *eye roll*
Then there's this fantastic idea for SWTWC. Oh sure. It's fabulous. Seriously. Imaginative. Fun. And Paranormal, of course.
And I've even jotted down a lovely paragraph dialogue for TW. Because the damn story will NOT get out of my head!!!
I'm telling you. I need to charge rent or something. Everything's just crowding in and driving me crazy.
CRAZY!!!
But wait...there's more.
I have a short story I planned on submitting to Amazon Shorts that's halfway done. I stopped in the middle of a sex scene. Sorry, Mac.
And I have the first chapter of another Paranormal.
For the love of God.
So that's what's boucing around above the shoulders. Carry on a normal conversation? I couldn't possibly. I'm too busy refereeing the voices in my head.
Grins*
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Glass half-full
This is the way I usually see the world. I don't don the rose-colored glasses, but I prefer to be optimistic.
Sometimes that's rather hard.
I find that I cannot be around those who are constantly pessimistic (or in the case of a co-worker), constantly complaining.
It irritates me.
It also taints my mood. And I don't like it. Don't darken my day with trivial matters. And if it's that bad, I'll lend an ear or a hand. Whichever is suitable.
So life occasionally sucks. So damn what? It's not on a downward spiral constantly. You have to make the choice to realize that some things are out of your control. But the ones IN your control can be changed.
So quit griping.
For the love of God.
Crystal*
Sometimes that's rather hard.
I find that I cannot be around those who are constantly pessimistic (or in the case of a co-worker), constantly complaining.
It irritates me.
It also taints my mood. And I don't like it. Don't darken my day with trivial matters. And if it's that bad, I'll lend an ear or a hand. Whichever is suitable.
So life occasionally sucks. So damn what? It's not on a downward spiral constantly. You have to make the choice to realize that some things are out of your control. But the ones IN your control can be changed.
So quit griping.
For the love of God.
Crystal*
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Bitch, gripe, moan
I want to go on a tear. A madcap meltdown. Someone just needs to hand me a sledgehammer and goggles. And then clear the room.
I'm frustrated.
Both personally and professionally.
And guess what? There is talk of us having business hours on Sunday.
SUNDAY for the love of God!!!
Are you shitting me?
There is the idea bouncing around about being open noon or one to five or some such bullshit.
So. I would be totally wasting a day of my weekend. WASTING it. I would rather work four ten hour days than to have my whole fucking week tore up with scattershot hours.
Screw a large bunch of that.
It's rather pissing me off.
But who am I?
lmao
Personally...doing a little self-evaluation. Sometimes painful. But I'm very honest with myself and what I'm capable of doing and not doing.
I need better time management. I need to work on at least three books this year. I want one to send off to an agent by the end of summer.
The End.
I typeth it...so be it.
I'm also trying to wrap my head around the fact that my chickens only have about two months of school left.
holy shit
where in the world has the time gone?
Oldest chicken will be in high school!!!
HIGH SCHOOL!!!
*sigh*
Okay. I've let a bit of the pressure out. I'm off to make lists and organize my lovely life and all its facets.
Wish me luck.
And send me some coconut rum and coke.
Grins*
I'm frustrated.
Both personally and professionally.
And guess what? There is talk of us having business hours on Sunday.
SUNDAY for the love of God!!!
Are you shitting me?
There is the idea bouncing around about being open noon or one to five or some such bullshit.
So. I would be totally wasting a day of my weekend. WASTING it. I would rather work four ten hour days than to have my whole fucking week tore up with scattershot hours.
Screw a large bunch of that.
It's rather pissing me off.
But who am I?
lmao
Personally...doing a little self-evaluation. Sometimes painful. But I'm very honest with myself and what I'm capable of doing and not doing.
I need better time management. I need to work on at least three books this year. I want one to send off to an agent by the end of summer.
The End.
I typeth it...so be it.
I'm also trying to wrap my head around the fact that my chickens only have about two months of school left.
holy shit
where in the world has the time gone?
Oldest chicken will be in high school!!!
HIGH SCHOOL!!!
*sigh*
Okay. I've let a bit of the pressure out. I'm off to make lists and organize my lovely life and all its facets.
Wish me luck.
And send me some coconut rum and coke.
Grins*
Monday, March 17, 2008
Beowulf sucks, and Nora Roberts does Stephen King
Rent Beowulf. *shudder*
I rather loathed it. The cartoonish visuals didn't bother me. It simply jumped around too much. And the story was rather lackluster on the big screen. The only redeeming factor was the ending and Beowulf's friendship with his number one man. That's about it.
And as for Nora Roberts doing Stephen King...I don't mean in the biblical sense. lmao
I simply noticed that when I read Book 1 of her Blood Brothers trilogy, I was reminded of IT by Stephen King. A LOT. Anyone else get that?
We'll see how the next two books in the trilogy pan out.
Did some writing this weekend. Thank God. I'm so far behind on that, it's making my eye twitch.
The weekend flew by entirely too fast. Now I'm sitting back at my desk at waiting for the next one. Pitiful, huh? LOL
There will be egg dipping and dying this weekend. And I'm sure my chickens are praying for chocolate. Good thing the Easter Bunny doesn't give on merit. There could be some sparse baskets. *snickering* Okay. I'm just teasing. The girls have been really good of late. (Hope I didn't just jinx that.)
Rainy here today. Some severe this evening and early tomorrow.
Hello Spring in Oklahoma!
Grins*
I rather loathed it. The cartoonish visuals didn't bother me. It simply jumped around too much. And the story was rather lackluster on the big screen. The only redeeming factor was the ending and Beowulf's friendship with his number one man. That's about it.
And as for Nora Roberts doing Stephen King...I don't mean in the biblical sense. lmao
I simply noticed that when I read Book 1 of her Blood Brothers trilogy, I was reminded of IT by Stephen King. A LOT. Anyone else get that?
We'll see how the next two books in the trilogy pan out.
Did some writing this weekend. Thank God. I'm so far behind on that, it's making my eye twitch.
The weekend flew by entirely too fast. Now I'm sitting back at my desk at waiting for the next one. Pitiful, huh? LOL
There will be egg dipping and dying this weekend. And I'm sure my chickens are praying for chocolate. Good thing the Easter Bunny doesn't give on merit. There could be some sparse baskets. *snickering* Okay. I'm just teasing. The girls have been really good of late. (Hope I didn't just jinx that.)
Rainy here today. Some severe this evening and early tomorrow.
Hello Spring in Oklahoma!
Grins*
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Seven more?
Apparently the Pope has decided to add seven more sins to the "deadly" list.
I'm thinking the first seven kind of covered it, but I suppose he thought he needed to be a little more 2008 with it.
And so, I decided I must add to this "deadly" list. For the sake of us all, my friends.
In no particular order:
1. Thou shall NOT wear a mullet. (I don't care if you've got flowers sprouting out of a toilet on your porch. Cease and desist.)
2. Thou shall NOT have dark roots with blond (lighter) hair. (It's called Clairol. I don't care if you're worth it or not. Try the stuff.)
3. Thou shall use proper hygiene products. (You don't have to smell like a walking perfume ad, but for the love of God, don't smell like roadkill.)
4. Thou shall not tailgate, cut someone off in traffic and then turn, or drive 40 in a 75 mph zone. (This causes me to break some of the first deadly sins.)
5. Thou shall kiss your chickens even when they drive you completely batshit. (OK. This is kinda personal. And I don't know if you even HAVE chickens, but the same rule applies for significant others and parents.)
6. Thou shall NOT employ a comb over. (Bald is better. Sexy even. Check out Bruce Willis. purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
7. Thou shall accept thyself as imperfect. (Do it. Accept it. Rock on.)
OK. That covers it for me right now. I'm sure more will come to me later.
*grins*
And just in case you forgot the first seven:
Crystal*
I'm thinking the first seven kind of covered it, but I suppose he thought he needed to be a little more 2008 with it.
And so, I decided I must add to this "deadly" list. For the sake of us all, my friends.
In no particular order:
1. Thou shall NOT wear a mullet. (I don't care if you've got flowers sprouting out of a toilet on your porch. Cease and desist.)
2. Thou shall NOT have dark roots with blond (lighter) hair. (It's called Clairol. I don't care if you're worth it or not. Try the stuff.)
3. Thou shall use proper hygiene products. (You don't have to smell like a walking perfume ad, but for the love of God, don't smell like roadkill.)
4. Thou shall not tailgate, cut someone off in traffic and then turn, or drive 40 in a 75 mph zone. (This causes me to break some of the first deadly sins.)
5. Thou shall kiss your chickens even when they drive you completely batshit. (OK. This is kinda personal. And I don't know if you even HAVE chickens, but the same rule applies for significant others and parents.)
6. Thou shall NOT employ a comb over. (Bald is better. Sexy even. Check out Bruce Willis. purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
7. Thou shall accept thyself as imperfect. (Do it. Accept it. Rock on.)
OK. That covers it for me right now. I'm sure more will come to me later.
*grins*
And just in case you forgot the first seven:
Crystal*
Friday, March 07, 2008
40,000 words? No problem
Yes, my lovelies. I've done it again.
How is it that I can paint myself into a literary corner and then write like my ass is on fire? I think it's a sickness, personally. Kind of like waiting until the last minute in high school Science to boil a chicken bone. Draw a diagram. Glue said chicken bone on the diagram in the right place. Then write a report about it.
*sigh*
So that's how the weekend will unfold. Gotta go get some food today after work to keep the chickens occupied. Have a buttload of movies for them to peruse at their leisure. And me? I'll be writing Wind Goddess and smiling/cursing. *grins*
Had lunch with the Mama today. Burgers down the street. I love my mom. She's good stuff. And funny as hell without meaning to be. Case in point: We discuss all three chickens and their academics and personality. Oldest and baby chicken are having no academic problems in school. Middle chicken is making my eye twitch over her Science grade. (Yes. It's that horrid.) And Mom says, "Does she have ADT?" Meaning, in Momspeak, ADD.
lmao
I rolled.
No, I explain. She's got l-a-z-y. *eye roll*
And now...the picture of the perfect man:
Of course...he's completely fictional.
Grins*
How is it that I can paint myself into a literary corner and then write like my ass is on fire? I think it's a sickness, personally. Kind of like waiting until the last minute in high school Science to boil a chicken bone. Draw a diagram. Glue said chicken bone on the diagram in the right place. Then write a report about it.
*sigh*
So that's how the weekend will unfold. Gotta go get some food today after work to keep the chickens occupied. Have a buttload of movies for them to peruse at their leisure. And me? I'll be writing Wind Goddess and smiling/cursing. *grins*
Had lunch with the Mama today. Burgers down the street. I love my mom. She's good stuff. And funny as hell without meaning to be. Case in point: We discuss all three chickens and their academics and personality. Oldest and baby chicken are having no academic problems in school. Middle chicken is making my eye twitch over her Science grade. (Yes. It's that horrid.) And Mom says, "Does she have ADT?" Meaning, in Momspeak, ADD.
lmao
I rolled.
No, I explain. She's got l-a-z-y. *eye roll*
And now...the picture of the perfect man:
Of course...he's completely fictional.
Grins*
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
The good, the bad, and the "Holy shit! Are you kidding me?"
I'm back!!!
And so is my Muse/Talent/Energy. Yay! Had a bit of an epiphany last night. Seems like my discipline needed a good, swift kick in the ass. I gave it one. So. I'm back on track! That be the good news.
The bad news...*sigh*...Brett Favre has decided to retire from the Green Bay Packers. This wounds me deeply. :)~~
He's the reason I began to watch football in the first place. And I'm going to miss him terribly! No other quarterback measures up. Guess we'll wait for the next season to see who I want to watch now.
And as far as the "Holy shit!" news...I'm beginning to wonder if my children are going to put me in an early grave. It seems that no matter what I do, there is always MORE that they want/need/decide to torture me with. I finally had a little meltdown last night and put my foot down. I know that went over SOOOOOOOOOOO well. *grins* Ah, well. That's why I'M the Mama!!!
Grins*
Monday, March 03, 2008
Today's horoscope
Aquarius
It's one of those days that demands strict discipline -- if you can't keep yourself on task, you'll just end up spinning your wheels and that will get frustrating pretty quickly. One more cup of coffee won't hurt.
YA THINK???
Grins*
It's one of those days that demands strict discipline -- if you can't keep yourself on task, you'll just end up spinning your wheels and that will get frustrating pretty quickly. One more cup of coffee won't hurt.
YA THINK???
Grins*
Stark Raving Mad
'round the bed (Thanks to Tori and her sharp eyes. lmao But I'm leaving "bed" on there just because. rofl Yeah. I know. I meant "bend" See what I'm saying now???)
looney tunes
bonkers
Yeah. I can see that. Seems like lately I can't focus. Didn't help being sick for a couple of weeks and my vacation royally inhaling.
I find myself reaching for a part of me that is either hibernating or pissed off at me. I can't decide which.
But the words won't come. To ANYTHING!!! And my frustration level is pretty much topped out. And my focus is shot to shit.
Is it the weather?
Is it my illness?
Just what in the fuck exactly is the problem here???
I would really like to know.
Have two great ideas for two more books. Longer novels. Applicable to sending off to agent-type folks. But I still have two more books to write (already contracted) for WCP.
I'm
losing
my
mind
Seriously.
So there it is. Well on the way to Stark Raving Mad. No detours. Just straightaway.
Good to know I'm on my way somewhere.
Grins*
looney tunes
bonkers
Yeah. I can see that. Seems like lately I can't focus. Didn't help being sick for a couple of weeks and my vacation royally inhaling.
I find myself reaching for a part of me that is either hibernating or pissed off at me. I can't decide which.
But the words won't come. To ANYTHING!!! And my frustration level is pretty much topped out. And my focus is shot to shit.
Is it the weather?
Is it my illness?
Just what in the fuck exactly is the problem here???
I would really like to know.
Have two great ideas for two more books. Longer novels. Applicable to sending off to agent-type folks. But I still have two more books to write (already contracted) for WCP.
I'm
losing
my
mind
Seriously.
So there it is. Well on the way to Stark Raving Mad. No detours. Just straightaway.
Good to know I'm on my way somewhere.
Grins*
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
It's a PARTY!!!
Come join the fun and find great books by award-winning authors as Whiskey Creek Press celebrates its Fifth Anniversary this March 2008!
Free ebooks will be given away every week during March to all customers! Our Fifth Anniversary celebration can be found at both our websites, the all-genre General Line at http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/ and the erotic and sensual Torrid Romance Line at http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/. WhiskeyCreek Press published its first two titles in March 2003, including The Sweetest Gift by award-winning author Janet Mills, and has since published nearly 700 titles by over 250 authors. Whiskey Creek Press has been named the Publisher of the Year by Fallen Angel Reviews and has also been named "Favorite Publisher Top Five" for three consecutive years in the annual Preditors and Editors Readers Poll. Besides great new releases at both sites and many books on sale at big discounts, Whiskey Creek Press is giving away a different Free Ebook novel every week during March, and this free ebook is available to ALL customers.
We are also sponsoring a huge Scavenger Hunt featuring dozens of WCP authors and prizes during our March Anniversary. Here's the schedule of Free Ebook Full Length Novels for each site, available to all customers:
WCP General Line Free Ebook Title, Dates Ebook Title Is Free (March 2008)
1) Travis Pass by Annette Snyder, Saturday March 1 through Saturday March 8
2) No Worries by Lauren N Sharman, Sunday March 9 through Saturday March 15
3) AEthereal by Christopher W Wilcox Sr, Sunday March 16 through SaturdayMarch 22
4) No Ordinary Love by Karen Wiesner, Sunday March 23 through Monday March31
WCP Torrid Line Free Ebook Title, Dates Ebook Title Is Free (March 2008)
1) A Wolf's Tale by Honey Jans, Saturday March 1 through Saturday March 8
2) Hostage Moon by Emma Wildes, Sunday March 9 through Saturday March 15
3) The Love Machine by Michelle Marquis Sunday March 16 through SaturdayMarch 22
4) Internet Bonds: The Rebirth of Rachel by Christy Poff, Sunday March 23through Monday March 31
A Whiskey Creek Press Anniversary Scavenger Hunt will be featured at each site in March, with a link for details on each Home Page. These Scavenger Hunts will include dozens of author sites and many great prizes and will certainly be a hunt to remember!
Whiskey Creek Press LLC is a Wyoming company and its Publisher and Executive Editor is Debra Womack. Senior Staff members include Torrid Romance Line Executive Editor Jan Janssen, General Line Senior Editor Marsha Briscoe, Torrid Romance Line Senior Editor Chere Gruver, and Review Coordinator Kate Scott.
Website design and maintenance is by Diana Hatch, Wolfden Creations. You can find Whiskey Creek Press at our two great websites: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/ http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/
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Grins*
Free ebooks will be given away every week during March to all customers! Our Fifth Anniversary celebration can be found at both our websites, the all-genre General Line at http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/ and the erotic and sensual Torrid Romance Line at http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/. WhiskeyCreek Press published its first two titles in March 2003, including The Sweetest Gift by award-winning author Janet Mills, and has since published nearly 700 titles by over 250 authors. Whiskey Creek Press has been named the Publisher of the Year by Fallen Angel Reviews and has also been named "Favorite Publisher Top Five" for three consecutive years in the annual Preditors and Editors Readers Poll. Besides great new releases at both sites and many books on sale at big discounts, Whiskey Creek Press is giving away a different Free Ebook novel every week during March, and this free ebook is available to ALL customers.
We are also sponsoring a huge Scavenger Hunt featuring dozens of WCP authors and prizes during our March Anniversary. Here's the schedule of Free Ebook Full Length Novels for each site, available to all customers:
WCP General Line Free Ebook Title, Dates Ebook Title Is Free (March 2008)
1) Travis Pass by Annette Snyder, Saturday March 1 through Saturday March 8
2) No Worries by Lauren N Sharman, Sunday March 9 through Saturday March 15
3) AEthereal by Christopher W Wilcox Sr, Sunday March 16 through SaturdayMarch 22
4) No Ordinary Love by Karen Wiesner, Sunday March 23 through Monday March31
WCP Torrid Line Free Ebook Title, Dates Ebook Title Is Free (March 2008)
1) A Wolf's Tale by Honey Jans, Saturday March 1 through Saturday March 8
2) Hostage Moon by Emma Wildes, Sunday March 9 through Saturday March 15
3) The Love Machine by Michelle Marquis Sunday March 16 through SaturdayMarch 22
4) Internet Bonds: The Rebirth of Rachel by Christy Poff, Sunday March 23through Monday March 31
A Whiskey Creek Press Anniversary Scavenger Hunt will be featured at each site in March, with a link for details on each Home Page. These Scavenger Hunts will include dozens of author sites and many great prizes and will certainly be a hunt to remember!
Whiskey Creek Press LLC is a Wyoming company and its Publisher and Executive Editor is Debra Womack. Senior Staff members include Torrid Romance Line Executive Editor Jan Janssen, General Line Senior Editor Marsha Briscoe, Torrid Romance Line Senior Editor Chere Gruver, and Review Coordinator Kate Scott.
Website design and maintenance is by Diana Hatch, Wolfden Creations. You can find Whiskey Creek Press at our two great websites: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/ http://www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com/
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Grins*
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sharpening my intellect...
...also known as playing a Yahoo game for thirteen hours yesterday.
*grins*
I downloaded Bookworm Adventures onto my laptop Saturday. And I received a couple of free trial turns. But that was enough. I played for a couple of hours Saturday. And then I really got into it Sunday.
I beat the game.
Yeah. That's right. I BEAT THE GAME!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
It's the cute little worm from Bookworm on Yahoo. And he's on an adventure to save some literary chickie. And he has to battle all sorts of mythical creatures. With WORDS.
Oh
My
God
The bigger the word, the more powerful the blow the little worm delivers.
I kicked ass.
That's all I'm saying.
And kudos to the chickens. Especially oldest chicken who could look at sixteen tiles and think up nine letter words.
I'm so proud.
*sigh*
As for the vacation, I got sick again (wheezing, coughing crap this time) Wednesday.
I sleep with earplugs. I have a hard time shutting down at night. I'm like the dude in daredevil.
Gotta have the silence.
So I pop the earplugs in and doze off.
I wake myself at four in the morning with a pounding heart because I think I hear someone talking.
*snickering*
I was hearing myself wheezing because the earplugs trapped the horrible sound in my head.
lmao
Oh yeah. That was extremely special.
So I'm taking OTC meds. Hoping to halt that crap. And I'm back to work today. And the piles...they are huge. pfffffftttttt
UPDATE: Holy crap. Can't believe I forgot to put this in!!!
Baby Chicken is at a Scholastic Meet today. *grins* For English, of course.
Woo!!!
Have a good one!!!
Grins*
*grins*
I downloaded Bookworm Adventures onto my laptop Saturday. And I received a couple of free trial turns. But that was enough. I played for a couple of hours Saturday. And then I really got into it Sunday.
I beat the game.
Yeah. That's right. I BEAT THE GAME!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
It's the cute little worm from Bookworm on Yahoo. And he's on an adventure to save some literary chickie. And he has to battle all sorts of mythical creatures. With WORDS.
Oh
My
God
The bigger the word, the more powerful the blow the little worm delivers.
I kicked ass.
That's all I'm saying.
And kudos to the chickens. Especially oldest chicken who could look at sixteen tiles and think up nine letter words.
I'm so proud.
*sigh*
As for the vacation, I got sick again (wheezing, coughing crap this time) Wednesday.
I sleep with earplugs. I have a hard time shutting down at night. I'm like the dude in daredevil.
Gotta have the silence.
So I pop the earplugs in and doze off.
I wake myself at four in the morning with a pounding heart because I think I hear someone talking.
*snickering*
I was hearing myself wheezing because the earplugs trapped the horrible sound in my head.
lmao
Oh yeah. That was extremely special.
So I'm taking OTC meds. Hoping to halt that crap. And I'm back to work today. And the piles...they are huge. pfffffftttttt
UPDATE: Holy crap. Can't believe I forgot to put this in!!!
Baby Chicken is at a Scholastic Meet today. *grins* For English, of course.
Woo!!!
Have a good one!!!
Grins*
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Choice, not chance, determines destiny
I pass this lovely piece of wisdom on a church sign everyday to and from work. And every time, I reflect on what it means. I accept it. Hell, I embrace it.
Gone are the days when someone can shrug their shoulders, mumble "my bad", and that's the end of it.
It's called "accountability." Can you say that? Suuuuuuuuuuure you can.
If you make a choice, own it. Let go of the whole "world is out to get me" scenario and embrace the fact that you have a choice. FREE WILL.
I love free will. *grins*
Things can happen to you. Sure. And they will. But what you do with it is up to you. It's easy to wander around and pretty much let the world bend you over. But it takes intelligence and a backbone to make decisions and stick with them.
So make the choice. Own the decision. And watch your destiny unfold.
Grins*
Gone are the days when someone can shrug their shoulders, mumble "my bad", and that's the end of it.
It's called "accountability." Can you say that? Suuuuuuuuuuure you can.
If you make a choice, own it. Let go of the whole "world is out to get me" scenario and embrace the fact that you have a choice. FREE WILL.
I love free will. *grins*
Things can happen to you. Sure. And they will. But what you do with it is up to you. It's easy to wander around and pretty much let the world bend you over. But it takes intelligence and a backbone to make decisions and stick with them.
So make the choice. Own the decision. And watch your destiny unfold.
Grins*
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Yesterday was my birthday...
...and it sucked.
It had some highlights. (Thanks Amber, Shaun, and chickens.)
But all in all, I could have bypassed the entire shitty day. Plans fell through. I was trapped in a meeting. You know those commercials where the office people are out in the jungle? Yeah. Something like that.
My God. I was wishing for a sharp object to poke my jugular with.
So I have vacation for the rest of the week. Eh. Not quite feeling the wonderfulness of it yet, though I DID sleep in this morning. But I suppose I'll do some writing. Bip around and enjoy the time to myself.
Thirty-six.
hmph
Still feels the same.
Enjoy the rest of your week.
Crystal*
It had some highlights. (Thanks Amber, Shaun, and chickens.)
But all in all, I could have bypassed the entire shitty day. Plans fell through. I was trapped in a meeting. You know those commercials where the office people are out in the jungle? Yeah. Something like that.
My God. I was wishing for a sharp object to poke my jugular with.
So I have vacation for the rest of the week. Eh. Not quite feeling the wonderfulness of it yet, though I DID sleep in this morning. But I suppose I'll do some writing. Bip around and enjoy the time to myself.
Thirty-six.
hmph
Still feels the same.
Enjoy the rest of your week.
Crystal*
Friday, February 15, 2008
VACATION!!!
Yep.
Afraid so.
*grins*
Don't expect any new posts next week, my lovelies. I'm going on vacation. Won't be logging onto the computer at all next week. So take heart. Go back and read some old snarkiness.
It'll be like I never left.
lmao
Crystal*
Afraid so.
*grins*
Don't expect any new posts next week, my lovelies. I'm going on vacation. Won't be logging onto the computer at all next week. So take heart. Go back and read some old snarkiness.
It'll be like I never left.
lmao
Crystal*
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Mind shift
This is your brain:
Job. Dishes. Laundry. Kids. Cleaning. Not enough time. Put gas in the car. Tick tock. Pets need food/water. Get the kids off to school. Hurry hurry hurry.
This is your brain on Stephen King:
The night was silent. The foliage hovered overhead and drowned out all attempts from the moon. The path was still. So still. And then you hear it. The faint hissing of warning. Your heartbeat speeds up as you look around in panic. The vines speak to you. Run, they whisper. You are not welcome here.
Your legs like leaden weights when you see the red eyes ahead. And then the ominous glint of moon on long teeth that promise your last seconds of life.
*****************************************************************************
Seriously. *grins*
I love Stephen King. He is the Master Storyteller. I read Lisey's Story, and it was okay. But I'm reading Duma Key right now, and I like it so much better. It's scaring the hell out of me, but we shall bypass that for the pure quality of terror it inspires.
I enjoy anyone who can bypass my first defenses and clamp my psyche in greedy jaws of literature. Stephen King digs deep. I'll have nightmares, I'm sure. But the story. Damn it all. The story is brilliant. It rings true. And he has the perfect balance of dialogue and description.
He also kills off main characters that I thoroughly enjoy. I stumble over that sometimes. But it also rings true with me. The ability to scare the shit out of me, make me laugh, and make me cry is potent.
I'm almost done with Duma Key. And I recommend it if you're a Stephen King fan. Or not. Because he can make you see the dark recesses of his mind.
I wonder how HE sleeps at night.
Grins*
Job. Dishes. Laundry. Kids. Cleaning. Not enough time. Put gas in the car. Tick tock. Pets need food/water. Get the kids off to school. Hurry hurry hurry.
This is your brain on Stephen King:
The night was silent. The foliage hovered overhead and drowned out all attempts from the moon. The path was still. So still. And then you hear it. The faint hissing of warning. Your heartbeat speeds up as you look around in panic. The vines speak to you. Run, they whisper. You are not welcome here.
Your legs like leaden weights when you see the red eyes ahead. And then the ominous glint of moon on long teeth that promise your last seconds of life.
*****************************************************************************
Seriously. *grins*
I love Stephen King. He is the Master Storyteller. I read Lisey's Story, and it was okay. But I'm reading Duma Key right now, and I like it so much better. It's scaring the hell out of me, but we shall bypass that for the pure quality of terror it inspires.
I enjoy anyone who can bypass my first defenses and clamp my psyche in greedy jaws of literature. Stephen King digs deep. I'll have nightmares, I'm sure. But the story. Damn it all. The story is brilliant. It rings true. And he has the perfect balance of dialogue and description.
He also kills off main characters that I thoroughly enjoy. I stumble over that sometimes. But it also rings true with me. The ability to scare the shit out of me, make me laugh, and make me cry is potent.
I'm almost done with Duma Key. And I recommend it if you're a Stephen King fan. Or not. Because he can make you see the dark recesses of his mind.
I wonder how HE sleeps at night.
Grins*
Saturday, February 09, 2008
One Enchanted Evening
When a magical evening lifts the veil between the mortal world and the fairy tale kingdom, Ivy Daniels enjoys a closer look at the characters of her childhood. But they are also looking at her.
To save their world.
Prince Duncan enlists the fascinating and infuriating Ivy to help him save the kingdom and his ailing father. Although reluctant at first, Ivy comes to realize that unless she helps, the precious world of her youth will disappear.
Not to mention that her house has a revolving door for all magical creatures wishing to plead their case. Which is becoming really, really old.
Armed with an attitude, a hypochrondiac sister, and a fairy tale bear, Ivy has her work cut out for her.
Ivy Daniels used to believe in Fairy Tales.
To save their world.
Prince Duncan enlists the fascinating and infuriating Ivy to help him save the kingdom and his ailing father. Although reluctant at first, Ivy comes to realize that unless she helps, the precious world of her youth will disappear.
Not to mention that her house has a revolving door for all magical creatures wishing to plead their case. Which is becoming really, really old.
Armed with an attitude, a hypochrondiac sister, and a fairy tale bear, Ivy has her work cut out for her.
Ivy Daniels used to believe in Fairy Tales.
Now they believe in her.
*********************
Available now from Whiskey Creek Press
Grins*
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
The Uber Talented Baby Chicken
I found this the other day and read it. It was laying on top of Baby Chicken's stuff. I asked her if she copied it down from somewhere. No, she assured me. She was simply bored.
I was amazed.
Together we are unique. Apart we are not far.
I see a bright light around me. I stumble to reach the end.
I trip over things. Things not visible to the eye. I trip over my heart and almost die of fright.
I hustle to get back tight into place, when the space is to small for anything.
It takes forever, but I finally make it. I am now back where I belong and safe into place.
Isn't that amazing???
Grins*
I was amazed.
Together we are unique. Apart we are not far.
I see a bright light around me. I stumble to reach the end.
I trip over things. Things not visible to the eye. I trip over my heart and almost die of fright.
I hustle to get back tight into place, when the space is to small for anything.
It takes forever, but I finally make it. I am now back where I belong and safe into place.
Isn't that amazing???
Grins*
Monday, February 04, 2008
Programmed for Pleasure
FROM THE MARCH 2008 ROMANTIC TIMES MAGAZINE!!!
PROGRAMMED FOR PLEASURE by C'Ann Inman
RT Rating: 4½ STARS
Category: EROTICA
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Published: November 2007
Type: Erotic Romance
Inman takes us on an imaginative journey with this sensual story! Readers will be drawn to these well-written characters and long to be in their shoes. The author not only gives the readers scrumptious sex scenes but also a story with real substance that will hook you and leave you longing for more.
Summary: Meg tests sex toys for a website, but she needs a break. What she really wants is to get her pleasure from a real man, not a plastic toy. Then she wins a contest and gets the chance to play with the ultimate sex toy. She doesn't realize the contest was rigged by Ethan and his partner, Collin. Ethan secretly watches Meg with his creation and knows he's the man for her. But will she want him once his secret is revealed?
(WHISKEY CREEK PRESS, Nov. '07, 154 pp., $13.95)
—Janean Sparks
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sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Grins*
PROGRAMMED FOR PLEASURE by C'Ann Inman
RT Rating: 4½ STARS
Category: EROTICA
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Published: November 2007
Type: Erotic Romance
Inman takes us on an imaginative journey with this sensual story! Readers will be drawn to these well-written characters and long to be in their shoes. The author not only gives the readers scrumptious sex scenes but also a story with real substance that will hook you and leave you longing for more.
Summary: Meg tests sex toys for a website, but she needs a break. What she really wants is to get her pleasure from a real man, not a plastic toy. Then she wins a contest and gets the chance to play with the ultimate sex toy. She doesn't realize the contest was rigged by Ethan and his partner, Collin. Ethan secretly watches Meg with his creation and knows he's the man for her. But will she want him once his secret is revealed?
(WHISKEY CREEK PRESS, Nov. '07, 154 pp., $13.95)
—Janean Sparks
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sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Grins*
Saturday, January 26, 2008
When I lost me
I seem to find bits of myself now. Little pieces I thought I lost along the past year. Some are probably gone forever. Some a bit beat up. But some are exactly what I need when I need it.
I'm in a better place now. A place I haven't seen in oh-so-many years. A place where I can recognize myself with all my fallacies and foibles. And I'm well with it. Because this is it. And some people really don't get it.
There's no second go-round. You don't get to zip right back to your life after it's gone.
It's...well...gone.
The decisions you make today affect tomorrow and every day past that. And not only do your decisions affect yourself, there's a ripple effect. Little pieces of your energy bouncing off or clinging to others in your life.
You don't get to throw up your hands and say DO OVER!!! Nope. No such luxury.
Every bit of hatefulness you spout comes back to you.
Every bit of spitefulness that you feel so righteous in sharing will eventually bite you on the ass.
Every time you dismiss someone or something out of hand...you'll regret it.
On the other hand...
Every bit of love you offer to the world will return to you tenfold.
Every kind word will echo in your and the recipient's heart for an eternity.
Every loving gesture makes all the difference in the world.
Don't wrap yourself in martyrdom and tell yourself that you feel validated. Accept your shortcomings. Your errors. Your life.
And then start to build on a foundation that will carry you and yours through the hard times.
My best,
Crystal*
I'm in a better place now. A place I haven't seen in oh-so-many years. A place where I can recognize myself with all my fallacies and foibles. And I'm well with it. Because this is it. And some people really don't get it.
There's no second go-round. You don't get to zip right back to your life after it's gone.
It's...well...gone.
The decisions you make today affect tomorrow and every day past that. And not only do your decisions affect yourself, there's a ripple effect. Little pieces of your energy bouncing off or clinging to others in your life.
You don't get to throw up your hands and say DO OVER!!! Nope. No such luxury.
Every bit of hatefulness you spout comes back to you.
Every bit of spitefulness that you feel so righteous in sharing will eventually bite you on the ass.
Every time you dismiss someone or something out of hand...you'll regret it.
On the other hand...
Every bit of love you offer to the world will return to you tenfold.
Every kind word will echo in your and the recipient's heart for an eternity.
Every loving gesture makes all the difference in the world.
Don't wrap yourself in martyrdom and tell yourself that you feel validated. Accept your shortcomings. Your errors. Your life.
And then start to build on a foundation that will carry you and yours through the hard times.
My best,
Crystal*
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