Sunday, November 30, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Thirty: I need MINIONS

I have decided I need a horde of minions. I need this horde of minions for several reasons.

First off, WORLD DOMINATION!

I also need more readers. I am craving interaction in the worst way. I need confidence boosts, I need support, I need someone telling me I'm doing okay, things will be okay, and don't give up.

Today marks the end of NaNoWriMo, which I successfully finished two books in record time on. Yay me.

Today also marks the end of NaBloPoMo, however, I did sign up for it again for the month of December, but only with my Official domain. I get no feedback here, so I'm going to just reserve this place for 'scraps', more or less.

I do need more promotion for my site however. More Facebook followers, more domain followers, and more people telling me to press on, don't give up, and things are going to be alright. Moral support, more or less.

I want to interact with people, too. Share industry stories, nightmares, tips and pit-falls.

I am going to give my hand at writing some 'flash fiction', because I've never really done it before, and it seems like something that would be challenging to me.

I'm supposed to be at home right now, putting up that Christmas tree. UGH!

Yeah, I'm hiding out at the coffee shop. >_>

That Zombie Apocalypse I ordered isn't arriving soon enough. :D


Saturday, November 29, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day TwentyNine: Mourning

Today we mourn...the microwave.

Its a day of sadness. The microwave has provided me with years and years and years of faithful service, heating my frozen dinners and nuking my coffee to a nice temperature.
It popped my popcorn, its warmed my soup, made my left-over edible and heated my side dishes to perfection.

However, from your death, there will be new life.

I shall traipse my way through the savage land known as Wal-Mart and find a new microwave. Hopefully this new beast will not be complicated and have the same user friendliness my poor departed microwave had.

I don't need something too large, nor too small. I will fondle each new microwave I look upon, finding the perfect fit for me.

And though you will be replaced, my dearly departed dead microwave, I will always remember you. Yes, we had our differences. The little glass carousel turntable within you always popped out of place and I had fits trying to get it back into alignment, but it was worth it, as you warmed and heated my food to perfection.

To my new microwave, whoever you may be...I will welcome you into my kitchen with love and wonderment. And if you are too complicated, I will spew forth obscenities at you until I have mastered you.

Let us bow our heads in respect to my old Magic Chef microwave and its years of good service.


Friday, November 28, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day TwentyEight: Insomia Frustration

I haven't been sleeping again. I have a lovely prescription for 2mg of Ambien. Its not helping like it usually does.

Usually, it doesnt bother. I guess I really WANT to sleep right now. The weather is colder and I have a lot of aches and pains, and would rather just snuggle into bed and sleep away blissfully.

But I find myself up and about, full of pain, two hours after lying down. And I'm not the sort that can just lay about in bed. If I'm awake, I have to get up, have to do things. I'm not a sit and do nothing sort.

I could be getting productive things done, but the pain is distracting. And the worn out feeling. I have managed to get my book sorted, mostly. Thats a frustration post for another day. ~sighs~



Thursday, November 27, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day TwentySeven: Thanks

Feeling like this cat up here after shoving all that holiday food in you? I call it a Food Coma.
I went out, had a dinner at Ryans. Paid way too much, as it was a buffet, and well, I only eat about 4 ounces of food. So, yeah. Not worth the price, but I enjoyed my company. We had a very nice time.
Then I came home and attempted to get some sleep. I brought out the big guns. My prescription to 2mg of Ambien.
I slept for about 4 hours. No, no where near enough, but at least its something.
So, what have I got to be thankful for today?
My loved ones
My friends
My growing community of friends and followers, supporters and fans here on my site
The hopeful success of my book, and coming series
My fat cat. We can not leave out my fat cat.
I’m thankful for the medications that keep me from being, well, a homicidal maniac. Having such an imagination that I do, I could be a rather dangerous person when you think about it. Thank you Doctors!!!
Thank you to the people I met through NaNo this year. I made some friendships that will outgo the NaNo month.
I’m thankful for coffee and sweetened condensed milk. Heaven.
I may be a scrooge and anti-holiday person, but that doesn’t mean I don’t value what I have.
Have a good day all, tell those that mean something to you that they do indeed mean something to you. Cuddle, hug, kiss.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day TwentySix: Holiday Sneer





I am not a 'holiday' person. I loathe the holidays. Blech.

Already people have CHRISTMAS decorations up!! Its not even Food Coma Day yet!!! You're supposed to wait until after tomorrow for that Christmas cheer crap, right? Come on, people!! Yer killin' me!

Tomorrow most of us US people will be chowing down on turkey, ham, dressing (okay, if you're from the South) stuffing, green bean casserole, etc...Most will have cooked it at home, or lovely wifey, hubby, mummy, grammy...someone home cooked it.

I'm wondering what restaurants will be open. I'd be happy with a Big Mac.

Men will be gathered around the television for football more than likely. Okay, I will admit, I like college ball, and will check in on the Iron Bowl this weekend. WAR EAGLE!!!!

ANYWAY...it seems like every year people are going more and more overboard with the whole holiday thing. I mean, there used to be Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. Now there are like twenty other little holidays shoved in there.

Black Friday...WHY? Why would anyone want to wait at 3am in the cold to get 10bux off some gadget?? And the merchants...PURE GREED!!!

Give me a Big Mac or a frozen pizza to toss in the microwave tomorrow and I'll be a happy girl.

If you attempt to make me leave my house on Friday, I will shoot you. I have a shovel and five acres.

Christmas. Well. That's a whole other sneery post. If I don't gouge my eyes out with fake plastic ice-cycles before then. >.<

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day TwentyFive: On Books

Yes, yes...I'm an author, we all know I'm TRYING to get you people over to my Official Site to look around and maybe buy my book when its available (ssooonn my presshhhuuuss). ~coughs zoeambler.com coughs~

Anywho...

Books. Most of us love reading. Why are we reading blogs? We love to read. And being the modern age, most of us have a nifty gadget just for reading. A Kindle or a Nook. I have a Kindle. I love my Kindle. I buy many many ebooks. Give me a credit card and I'm a dangerous person with a Kindle.

However, when I find a book I just love, I ALWAYS buy the actual book as well. There's just something about a book. The feel of it in your hands. The weight. The texture of the pages. The smell.

So, never give me access to a credit card in a bookstore either. I have tons of books here in my office, so many that I don't have enough shelves. Does that prevent me from buying more books? NOPE!

I have books on so many subjects. Fiction, Non-fiction, classic literature. FBI Manuals!!!

You know what kind of book you WONT find in my collection? A cookbook...lol. Or books about vampire that sparkle. Blech.

So, I'm feeding an author not once, but twice. I mean, most of us publish ebooks at  a price less than a trade paperback. And let me tell you, when you pay print costs, you aren't making much. Then there is advertising, marketing, promoting. ISBNs.

Now, I'm talking from a purely self publishing author stand point. Cover art. Templates for those not swift with the formatting.

So, yes, ebooks and the real book.

Some books I get purely for sentimental reasons. I have a lovely binding of Edgar Allen Poe's complete collection, nicely protected in plastic shrink wrap, as well as Dante's Inferno. I will never open them. I have the 'read' copies in paperback. I also have multiple copies of several of Stephen Kings works. I can read 'The Stand' over and over. And I do. And then I have a copy that doesn't have a single crease on it at all.

Ebooks are my discovery tool, I guess, in a way. Its how I find those rare treasures that I just fall in love with.

Best example...'Area 187, Almost Hell' by Eric R. Lowther. I ABSOLUTELY love this book. I read it for the first time on my best friends kindle account. COVET COVET COVET. I had to have it.

So I have it on my own Kindle, and I have the paperback as well. Mr. Lowther even stopped by my Official Site once. I thought I was going to die of fan-girl-ness. Okay, maybe pee myself a little, then die. I did actually sit here at the keyboard squealing like a ten year old fan girl though.

I don't think people appreciate actual books as much as they should. I mean, when the zombie apocalypse happens and we are cast into a world with no power, how the hell are we going to read our Kindles??


Monday, November 24, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day TwentyFour: The Doldrums

I am having a weird day.

Its been both nice, and boring.

My cat has an appointment to see the vet tomorrow. Oh joy oh joys. But the poor petite has licked an open wound on to her tummy where the dog had bitten her. She's in pain, and I dont like when my poor petite is in pain.

I've written a lot today, surprisingly, seeing how I keep going and laying down. And I noticed I dont have music playing. Very odd. I usually always have music playing.

I've been considering writing something along the lines of 'flash fiction'. I've never really done it before. Challenge accepted! Now to think of something that isnt oozing with smut. >_>

Oh, now that I think of fat cats appointment tomorrow, I have one myself in the morning. Oh, my Tuesday is looking splendid, isnt it? ~gouges self in eyes~

On a bright now, I just ate a piece of pie. Custard pie. Yums.

I've been thinking about what I'm going to do with some of my time when NaBloPoMo is over. I do believe the next time I participate it will only be with one of my blogs. I need to stop being such an over-achiever.

My book is slated to be released near December 1st or so. Excitement! And then there are the Holidays. Ew. I'm not a big fan of holidays. Unless we're talking about my birthday, which should indeed be a National Holiday. ~sage nods~


Sunday, November 23, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day TwentyThree: Totally Lazy

Today is rainy, sticky and we're under a tornado warning. I feel like doing nothing. My cat is not feeling well and I need to take her to the vet tomorrow.

So you get a recycled blog entry from my Official Site! YAY for Laziness!!!

The rules of being me:

1. Everything is funny. Politics, religion, social media. People tripping and falling down. Laugh at everything. Pointing is optional.

2. Always stand out in a crowd. Looking like a rainbow unicorn biker chick is not a bad thing.

3. Growl at little children

4. Torment family members

5. Write everyday

6. Poke the fat cat in her fat belly no matter how much it pisses her off

7. Make it a point to be polite and friendly, especially to those people who look at you funny for being a weird looking rainbow unicorn biker chick. It really throws them off balance.

8. Wear something purple (other than hair) every day

9. Snarky. Smarmy. Some people deserve it, especially when they think they are ‘witty’. Sometimes a bit of real witty snark goes right over their lil heads.

10. Zombies. Always wish for zombies

11. Curse or swear at least once a day. Yes, its uncouth and unladylike, but it makes me feel badass

12. Talk to myself often. That’s a no brainer

13. Dignity smignity

14. Argue and swear at myself often. That’s easy

15. Don’t watch your feet while walking. You always run into something
Be real. Be true. Don’t be someone you’re not.

My unique-ness and my way of looking at the world is my own. No one see’s things quite like I do, nor do I see things how you may perceive them. Be true to yourself. Laugh at yourself. Laugh at others.

Humor is the heart of all things, even when it takes everything in us to smile.

Be different. Don’t be a sheep. Go a little crazy.

BE A SKETCHY CHARACTER. It makes people wonder. It makes people think. And the looks on some peoples faces are truly priceless, especially when you pick your phone up and just snap a picture of that priceless look.

And then smile at them like a maniac.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Twenty-Two: Day of the Living...no...





Today I am not feeling my greatest.

I've done laundry, had a nice lunch out with a loved one, made a post to my Official Site, and now I just want to crawl into my bed with my pounding headache and snooze.

But NNnnnnOOOoooo...I have other things I need to do first. Okay, I dont HAVE to, they are just gaming things, but I'd like to get them done.

I feel like death warmed over. Hmm...very zombie-ish, if I accurately knew what being a zombie really felt like.

I should bite someone, just to see. At the very least, lick someone.

Its not often that I have headaches and ewie feelings. I'm pretty darn healthy. Maybe what I need is indeed some sleep.

So, I'll put it on the list of things to consider doing today. Maybe I will, maybe I wont. I'm a rebel like that. :P

Friday, November 21, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Twenty-One: Social Media Madness


This whole social media thing is killing me. The Facebook, the Twitter, the domain, the blogger. Social networking. Trying to gain a following and fan base for my soon to be released book.

I honestly dont know what I'm doing. I freely admit that. I'm not about to pay some goober 500bux to do it all for me though. I know hiring a professional will make things all snazzy and pretty, but I am a more hands on type. I may screw it all up, but I'm learning from it.

My page needs certain buttons, I have been to all the help forums, I tweak this and that. I think I'm making progress...slowly.

Adding pages will be my next task. If I'm going to use this to promote, well, I need a snazzy page with the book cover and how and where to purchase it.

However, this here blogger thing is a more personal blog. I share things here that I dont usually discuss on my main domain.

No one comments here. I do get page hits though.

I keep reading about AdSense. Keywords. Tags. Search Words. GRAH.

I'll figure it all out eventually. The domain seems to be fairing well. Its a little bit more easy to maintain and navigate.

Like I said, I'll get the hang of it. Or die trying! ~shakes a fist~

Thursday, November 20, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Twenty: A Good Day


Today is a good day.

The weather is sunny and warmer than it has been. My hair looks fantastic. My mood is good. I havent had to lick or bite anyone...yet.

I validated my word count with NaNoWriMo, and yayness, all my work paid off. In December I'll get some winners goodies.

I've learned a lot while writing, not just with NaNo, but in all the years I've been writing. I've learned a lot about myself.

However, this past year is the first time I've set it to a goal. NaNo, NaBloPoMo, and starting to finally publish all these novels I've written that have just been sitting around on my drive.

People are noticing that I'm happier. My mood is better. I now have something to look forward to. Even if my books flop, its the chance I took. The journey to be published has put my head in a place that seems to be really good for me.

The publishing date for my book is set for December 1st, give or take a few days. In that time I'll be overhauling this blog. Adding some pages, exploring just what I can do with it. I still havent got this whole social media thing figured out.

Its all been a learning experience. Hopefully by my third or fourth published book I'll be a pro at all this.

Little things can make me happiest. Having a goal to work toward really has made a difference. And with all the books I have unfinished or needing editing before publishing, I have plenty to keep me occupied for a while, keeping myself goal oriented.

When I'm happy, my loved ones are happy. They like seeing this side of me. Granted, it took a lot of nagging from my mother to actually get me to take those first steps to publish the first book.

For those wondering, The Road of Darkness is the first of two books centered around a main character.

When those two books are published and out of the way, I'll be publishing an erotica series. Actually, two separate series.

Once I figure out how to work this whole blogger site, I'll have a fancy static page and order page for those interested.

This blog is primarily for personal ramblings, but hell, promote, promote, promote!

So, cheers my readers. And if you are a NaNo participant, GO YOU! Even if you dont complete it, you still tried. And dont toss that story away. You dont need NaNo to write a damn fine novel for the masses.


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Nineteen: I feel pretty...







YES! I’m a real girl! LOL.

Its not often that I slap on make-up. I dont care for it. But it makes me feel pretty sometimes to do it. I’m just not a girly-girl. I usually feel like a painted harlot after 15 minutes. :D
But, it was time for some new pictures. I hate pictures. But they are a necessary evil. In pictures you can see all your outward flaws. I dont know many people who like looking at their own pictures without saying some sort of comment on how they look in a negative manner.
But, alas, I gave in. At least my hair looks really nice. Its usually my best feature. You know why? BECAUSE ITS PURPLE!!!
Yes, I’m in an insanely good mood today. I have no idea why. I have a lot of pressure on me right now, but I’m just sort of blowing it all off at the moment.
I’m enjoying scrolling through blogs, commenting here and there. I’ve been doing some research. And then there are the things I’m like completely avoiding, like managing my budget. :/
So, enjoy the silly pictures of me all gussied up like a painted tart!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Eighteen: Family





I talked to my mother today. Its been a bit, they were in the middle of moving, which I didnt know, because no one tells me anything. Haha.

You see, they live in a different country. All our communication is through Skype. I love Skype. we chat, and can see one another. Its very nice. Oh, and then there is the whole thing of my mother not knowing how to type. I mean, really. Takes her ten minutes to type 'I love you.' Bless her heart.

Oh, does she love the computer though. She likes playing games. Slots. And she is in love with Netflix, especially since I taught her how to use the Hola extention.

For all the distances between us, my parents, older sis, younger brother and sis, and their respective offsping, we are a pretty close family.

They are my cheering section for publishing. Well, if you want to call my mother nagging me to death as 'cheering'. Really, she's super excited, and has been wanting me to do something with all my writing for years now.

I have a little niece whom I've never met before. We have only chatted through Skype. BUT...somehow I have become her favorite aunt. Is it the purple hair? I just dont know. She has met my other two siblings, but I am the one she asks for.

I cant wait to meet her one day. Oh, the evil ways I will teach her. Oh, I mean...erm...yeah...


Monday, November 17, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Seventeen: Blah

Today is a lazy day. What does that mean? That means you all get nothing from me! No, really. I am running on like 0% creativity right now.
The weather took a turn…last night at midnight it was a lovely 70 degrees, a tornado warning went off, it stormed.
Went to bed around 5:30am, back up at 9:30am…it is now freezing out. I mean, really.
Mother Nature…please STAHP!
Hard freeze warning in effect tonight.
I do not do well in cold. That’s why I live in the South. Its not supposed to get this cold here.
So, today I spent the day cuddled up warm, didn’t leave the house, and pretty much mourned my nice hot weather that most people complain about. The girls at the coffee shop have probably reported me to the police as a missing person.
I’m a sad panda.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Sixteen: NaNoWriMo

WARNING: Some whining may occur.  >_>

Well, I have completed NaNoWriMo in record time. Being the overachiever that I am, I worked on two novels at once.

The primary novel I managed to get a little over 58k in words. The secondary, however, I fell short on. It seems finished, I cant seem to find anymore in my brain to add to it, unless I go back and see if I can fluff the chapters a little. I only managed 41k in the word count. I’m going to step back from it for a few days, and maybe something will come to life for me to add. We’ll see.

During NaNo, I’ve been trying to be a cheerleader to those who added me as buddies. I send, and will still send, little notes of encouragement. I check my buddies word counts and give pep talks. I’ve even made two pretty good friends. One is here in my local area, too!
NaNoWriMo has been a great experience. I will indeed participate in coming years, and be as big of a supporter as I can, and hopefully be an encouragement to others.

NaBloPoMo still has the rest of the month to go! I admit, some days I just don’t want to come up with something to share, but I do it. I push myself. I want to be fun, entertaining and insightful. I love writing, and sharing, but you know, I’m human, I have insecurities and self doubts. I don’t get much feed-back on anything at all. Its discouraging, especially with trying to promote a book. Do people even want to read it? Is it a dud? Those are the questions I tend to ask myself.

I'm not too swift with the whole marketing and promoting thing. This particular blogger is my personal blog...I post things here that I dont really share on the Official Site. This is just more...personal. I still have no readers and commenters...lol...on either blog/site. *insert whining*

But I’m determined not to let it all keep me from publishing. I have so many books to publish. Between the horror genre and the erotica, I have about 20 novels. I just need a fan base and readers…lol. Cant buy those!

So, with the satisfaction of NaNo sitting nicely within me, I aim to work on NaBloPoMo, and working on my other writing. And reading. Blogs and books. I have found a wealth of wonderful bloggers out there to follow here! So hats off to you all! And if you are a NaNo participant, keep on writing! If you need anything at all…pep talk, idea bouncing, a shoulder to cry on…I’m here!

Saturday, November 15, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Fifteen: Do Not Want



Do. Not. Want. I say this about many things. Things that make me say 'ew'. Things that make me cringe. Things that I just ...ugh...do. not. want.

Things that make me cringe?

Bugs. Yes. I will immediately turn into a 10 year old screaming little girl at the sight of a bug. Which, living here in the Southern states isnt a great thing, as the bugs here are the size of Buicks.

Children. I have one. I like it. She's all grown up now. I am hoping she doesnt decide to spawn. I am just not a kid person. I dont like other peoples children. I just dont like children. I dont get all squealy over babies, my ovaries dont explode, and I dont find them cute. They pretty much all look like little potatoes. And they smell.

And it gets worse when they become mobile. They touch your stuff. They invade your space. And they still smell funny.

I just dont have the female 'motherly gotta squeeze that little human larva' gene.

People who suck their teeth after eating. Oh. Em. Geeeee. Get a toothpick! Get some floss!

People up in my space. I am particular about my personal space. I will lick you if you invade my space, and I have a wide bubble.

Huggers. I am not a huggy person. I am barely a 'shake your hand' person.

I probably sound like a pretty terrible person, no? I'm really not. I take it all with humor, and I'm never rude. I will avoid situations that will have me facing any of my pet peeves.

If my book takes off, and I actually do book signings, man...people in my space, hugging, wanting pictures. I do believe my Klonopin will become my best friend, not that it already isnt. :D

For as many things that irk me, I am a tolerant person. I can adapt. I can squirm my way out of a situation that will make me uncomfortable without hurting feelings or being rude.

Unless there is a bug involved. Prepare for massive screaming, possible crying, and just maybe wetting myself a little. >_> haha.

Friday, November 14, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Fourteen: My Cat

Most of us have pets. A cat, a dog, a fish, etc.

I have a cat. She is my world. My fat cat. My minion, though, that really could be debatable on who is actually the minion to whom.
I have a dog, but thats only temporary. He will be gone on Monday. I'm just not a 'dog' person. He's just a stray, and I thought I could keep up with him, but I cant.

Now, if I could have a horde of cats, I would. I would be the stereotypical crazy cat lady. But alas, my cat is MEAN. She will not share me. It has taken years, and she will just now allow my own daughter to come into my office without hissing at her. Lawdy.

Now, my cat was supposed to be a 'therapy' animal. As the years have gone by, we have come to find that my cat is the one who needs therapy.

I can not leave for long periods of time. She will scold me. If I actually go on vacation, oh there is hell to pay when I return.

But I would do anything for my fat cat. She is my baby. She listens to me, no matter my woes. She sleeps with me. She sheds all over me. I think I eat more cat hair than a single person ever should. I am surprised I dont hack up hair balls.

My cat is typical in many ways of those cats you see in meme's. She does not allow me to go into the bathroom alone.  I am not allowed to close doors with me on one side and her on the other. Thats just a sin.

She will share me on occasion. I had a fish for a while. Just a little betta that sat in his tank at the edge of my desk. It was soothing to watch him. She liked to watch him, too. I had him for a long time, but, fish just arent a long term pet, it seems, and I found him laying at the bottom of his tank one morning. I decided not to get another.

My cat is a long hair Ragdoll mix. Horrible when you live in the hot and humid South. She sometimes gets sores, so to allievate itching and pain, I get her shaved. I know, some people think its funny. And I admit I make it funny...I get her shaved to look like a lion. Lil poof at the end of her tail and everything.

In the winter I let her fur grow some, but only to a certain limit because she's white and sheds like crazy. So, yes, my cat has a wardrobe to keep her warm when shaved in the winter months.

She even has Halloween costumes. DONT JUDGE ME!

My cat is my little precious. My secret keeper, my cuddle, and she lets me talk baby-talk at her.

She's fat, she's spoiled and her favorite game is 'let me try to catch and bite your foot off as you climb in bed.'.

She sits on my desk as I do things. If she doesnt feel she is being included well enough, she taps my shoulder, pets my hair, shoves her paw in my mouth, or, if she wants treats, she kisses my lips or nibbles my lip. I keep saying I'm going to record it, because its so precious, but meh.

I am the only one she will accept food from when it comes to eating out of the hand. Dont get me wrong, table foods are a no-no. But she wont give kisses for treats to anyone else. She wont try food from anyone else.

She is mine and I am hers.

Love my fat cat.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Thirteen: My Best Friend





I met my best friend nearly 13 years ago. Believe it or not, we met through an RP Game we both play. Gosh, her character intimidated mine. But then became friends, then enemies, and now their are sort of 'frenemies'.

We love each other to bit though. There's nothing we wouldn't do for one another. There's a lot of miles between us, I'm on the East coast and she's near the West.

I've visited her, and she's visited me. We always have a great time. We always get into some kind of trouble. And lawdy, don't let us start drinking together. :D . I take that back, we are a riot.

Who knew something as simple as a game would form such a strong bond. But, I've heard many similar stories. I mean, in this particular game, we know people who had actual marriages come out of it.

My best friend and I sport matching tattoos, share everything, and yes, we'd help hide the bodies. We call one another 'LP', for life partner. No, we are not into the same sex thing, but we seem to compliment one another so well with our personalities that we were just made and destined to be close.

We've watched each others children grow up, we've faced the trials of life together, and we've mourned together.

Its not to say we don't have our spats. That's the spice of life.

But we always just brush it off. Long distance kiss and make-up.

Sometimes we speak everyday on the phone. Sometimes we go a week or two without hearing from the other than seeing posts on Facebook, but when we do speak, things pick up just were the last conversation left off. We cry, we laugh, we bitch and moan.

Best friends is a common phrase for people to say, or to call someone. But TRUE best friends share a bond that is indescribable and sometimes misunderstood by others.

When you find that person that compliments you so well, don't let go. You never know when you're going to find them.

And hey, if they are going to help dispose of the bodies, that makes them a damn fine catch!

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Twelve: My Collections

I collect a weird bunch of...well...stuff. But dont get me wrong, all my stuff is precious to me. It all means something to me.
Now, I'm not some insane horder or anything, my collections are neat and organize.

I just have really weird, eclectic and eccentric passions.

First off...my swords. Yes, I collect swords. Katanas, broadswords, daggers. I love blades. I have most displayed in my personal office, but I also have a three piece collection over my mantle in the living room.
My favorite blade? My limited edition Michonne Katana from The Walking Dead. Yes, its battle ready. All my swords are. I do not buy cheap crap. All are full tang.

Next up is my voodoo dolls. I have dozens. DOZENS. Big, small, wooden, spanish moss, straw, cloth, cork. Just loads of materials used.

And then there are my Living Dead Dolls. I love the beastly things. I honestly can not choose a favorite out of all I have.

Office supplies. I dont know. Office Depot is my best friend. I love office supplies. I have more office supplies, pens, pencils, post-its, paper-clips, binder clips, push pins, steno-pads, dividers, binders....I have more than I will ever need.
And just this morning I bought more pens. >_>.

Journals and notebooks. I love them and dont know why. I keep daily journals. Private, writing, lists, but I have more than I need.

Odd books. I have journal type books. 'The Secret Me' (one, two and three) 'Lists', and even my absolute favorite 'People I want to Punch in the Throat'.

I have other little odds and ends. Air fresheners and candles. I love them. I could set my house ablaze. Actually, my fat cat singes her fluffy tail all the time getting up where she doesnt need to be when I have a candle burning. She is obsessed with them too. >_<

I thought of adding some pictures to accompany this post, but alas, I am working out of the coffee shop this morning.

I was totally lazy on my Official Sites blog page today. My entire post was meme's. LOL. Lazy.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Eleven: Cooking. NO!



I can cook. Honestly, I can.
Do I like to?
NO!
But when I do, its usually always something wonderful and everyone loves it.

I experiment. That can be dangerous ground. Its okay though, my smoke detector lets me know when I've done something wrong.

My kid seems to have ignored all the lessons I tried to instill in her while raising her up. She knows how to make eggs for breakfast and is super good at making Ramen and frozen pizza. ~head desks~

Maybe its because I traumatize her as a child.

Really, I tried to make growing up with me fun. Example: Was making boneless skinless chicken tenders on the electric grill, little daughter, maybe 7 at the time, looks over raw meat and asks 'what's that?'. Me, being me...responds with 'its sea slugs. You eat them all the time, with the honey mustard. Dinner will be ready soon.'. Child just sort of blinks at me, looks at raw chicken again then toodles off. DINNER TIME: places plate in front of her, sits down with my own and starts eating. Notices she is staring at her plate. 'Eat...come on, its nothing new...' Child looks to me, looks to plate, gives a shrug and starts eating. Of course, I laugh my ass off, then tell her the truth of things. No, its isn't sea slugs, its just chicken. Boneless, skinless chicken tenders, made from chicken breasts and grilled. If I were to feed her sea slugs, I'd have added sushi and seaweed salad to the plate.

I would do this to anyone's child. Yes, I do love doing such things to the young and naive.

Baking is something I do extremely well. Believe it or not, I was once a cake decorator. I have mad skillz when it comes to cake decorating. I chalk it up to 1. being left handed and 2. I am abound with creativity. Oh, and then there is just plain natural skill. I fell right into cake decorating. I made a good living at it.
But alas, carpal tunnel in the wrists, hands and arms did that profession in. It got so bad, that I couldn't grip the bags well enough to creative my lovely designs and make my flowers.

In the kitchen, the place I hate to go, I am pretty handy though. I have my specialties. The good old fall backs when I don't feel like putting too much effort into the meal, or just feel lazy, but everyone wants something 'home cooked'. And I'm a southern gal, so yeah...fry, fry, fry. Okra, cabbage, corn, oh my.

I much prefer going out to eat (lets someone else cook, serve and clean up) or when someone else in the house cooks. Though, the general rule of the house is whoever cooks doesn't have to clean up.
UNLESS YOUR ME! ~plots the doom of all housemates~




Monday, November 10, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Ten: Siblings





I have 3 siblings. An older sister, a younger brother and a younger sister. My older sister and I are closest in age, with just a 3 year difference between us.

Our home, playground, school, etc. was a battlefield. We fought, we wrestled, we pulled hair, slapped, pinched, punched, poked, bit...total war zone.

Today, we are very close. I lovingly refer to her as 'the hag' or 'the cougar' and she has a plethora of pet names for me.

My younger siblings and I share a very different sort of relationship. I am assuming its because they are so much younger than me. There is a ...hhmm..I think 13/14 year difference between me and my brother, 16 year difference between my little sister.
I was 'the built-in babysitter'. I dreaded it. Maybe its were my dislike for children comes from.

We are all very close though.

My older sister is the typical older sister. She picks on us all, but also steps up as a mother figure and caregiver when needed.

My little brother is the army man. He takes after my dad. The military is his career. He jumps out of airplanes, pushes his troopers out, and laughs all the way down. He's seen plenty of war action, has been a drill sargeant and a bodyguard. He loves his career.

My little sister is the embodiment of motherhood. She has two lovely daughters that she devotes all her time to, as well as being closest in proximity to my parents.

Me? I'm that 'weird' child in the family. Yes, I was the 'black sheep'. I never minded though. I knew my parents loved me, and my eccentricities. I always did my own thing, never liked 'family gatherings' and tried avoiding 'pictures' as much as possible.

Now that we are all grown up, I am the favorite of all my nieces and nephews. Maybe its because of my eccentricities. The purple hair, the tattoos, the off-beat style, the obsession with horror, voodoo and swords. And I'm an artist and writer. My adult aged nephews cant wait to read my book, and one is considering writing himself.

My siblings and I have come a long way. My older sister is a confidant instead of a warlord now. Though, I will admit I still get a thrill in terrorizing/shocking my younger siblings and all my nieces and nephews.

We are all spread out all over the world. Its a bummer, but it is what it is, and we are all following our own paths. We still manage to keep in touch, and be part of one anothers lives, and family lives.

My older sister, the hag, well, despite the epic battles of our youth, we are closer than ever.

I can still take her down in a brawl though. ;)

Sunday, November 9, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Nine: What Bores Me





Boredom strikes us all. It takes a lot of shapes and forms. There's general boredom, writing boredom, boredom in your music selection. Sometimes I just call it 'the blahs'.

Am I getting bored with NaNo and NaBloPoMo? Yes. Its just general boredom, and a little anxiety. I worry I am not writing good enough, holding anyones attention or being entertaining. Is my content worth reading? This culminates into a bored feeling with the whole project.

I'm not tossing in the towel, however. Every day I'll keep trying to come up with new content. NaNo is going well, and I'll hit my mark well before the last day.

I'm ready to publish my first book. I'm nervous. I'm procrastinating on it. So in the anxiety zone, I'm struck with 'the blahs'.

Other little things that bore me? Politics and religion. I avoid all conversation about either. Hearing people speak of either will pretty much put me to sleep. Comedies bore me. Rom-coms, Rom-drams, etc. Give me my thrillers, mysteries and horror movies, books and shows.

Boredom is a deadly little monster though. It wastes your precious time. It saps your energy and creativity.

But still we press on, and eventually we snap out of it.

What do you do when bored? How do you 'snap yourself out of it'? Do you sleep through it, clean, find something to read to lift you up?

Boredom is as bad as writers block. BLARGH!

Saturday, November 8, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Eight: Memory Triggers





Lately I've been nostalgic. Certain things trigger old memories. Some of them bad, and I'd like very much not to remember, but some are good, and make me smile, filling me with a warmth.

This may sound odd, but I recently bought some Sweetened Condense Milk. I havent done it in ages, and it was just an 'out of the blue' type of thing.
I use it in my coffee, instead of cream and sugar.
The first sweet taste of it transported me back to childhood, in my gramma's kitchen. She used it for her coffee always. And she made me weird little drinks with it. It has a distinct taste, and is thick and almost syrupy. Its so good.
The memories are bittersweet. My gramma passed some time ago. I miss her dearly. She spoiled me rotten, as Gramma's often do.

Another little trigger was a purchase of a room freshener candle. I dont even know the name of the scent...the label is torn away. But when I lit the candle, I was brought back to a precious memory of when my kid was little. Yanno, back when she was cute, and not a all profession legal whiz. :D

Music also triggers things. I havent heard some songs in ages, and while cleaning out my music folder, I found a hidden stash of 80's music. Oh. Em. Gee. Cyndi Lauper. And she's still just as amazing today. But listening to some of that old music took me back to High School days. Again, some good, some bad. I was a social outcast. I was Goth before there was even a Goth genre.

Does anything in particular move you? Have you ever passed someone and their perfume or cologne just instantly popped a random memory into your head? Its weird, but fun.


Friday, November 7, 2014

NaBloPoMo Day Seven: Fandom





Most of us have a favorite television show or movie. Well, I am no different.
When it comes to these 'fandoms' we all get catchy names it seems. There's 'Trekkies' and whatnot. I honestly can say I dont know most of these little catch names.

My personal fandoms? I am a rabid The Walking Dead fan. I love Supernatural, I love American Horror Story. I've recently discovered Sons of Anarchy, though am not through and up to date on current episodes. I'm on season 4 on Netflix..lol. I also started watching a show called Z Nation, which is like  a poor mans Walking Dead, but it stars DJ Squalls and he always makes me smile.

I was a huge TrueBlood fan...at first. I was a huge Sparticus fan...at first. My interests come and go.

I am a die hard Star Trek fan though. Old, new...I love them.

The Walking Dead and Supernatural keep me hanging however. I keep coming back. American Horror Story is the same.

Fandom isnt just limited to your favorite shows, however. I love Deadpool and X-Men comics. I am a serious Stephen King fan. Mira Grant is another favorite.

So I will revel in my fandoms. I wont go so far as breaking out into writing 'fanfic' though...lol. Thats a recipe for disaster. ;)