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 She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.  My Dreams... to write of romance and endless love to love without boundaries to learn from past mistakes to laugh with all my heart to be the woman I am meant to be  TODAY... I will reach for the stars Will not give up Will give all that I have Dare to dream the impossible dream For anything in this life is possible   <---I am blown away by this    |
| Prompt: Choose one of the wastes of space in your life and tell us why they piss you off so much "JAFBG"  by Elisa the Bunny Stik  Ah, at it again. Now you know I couldn't resist bitching about my crappy neighbors. This time I'm just going to hone in on the littlest monster next door, cause that's what he is. Me no lie! It's a holiday weekend. Yea!! One extra day to stay at home and get things done here. By dinner time the crew was getting hungry. So I went outside to fire up the grill, and of course those assholes were outside, swimming, screaming, and just being the neighborhood pita's that they are. I'm playing Candy Crush on my phone, waiting for the grill to heat up so I can cook BBQ Chicken Breasts YUM! When I hear... "Your fat. And your ugly. Why are you so fat?" the little monster says to his cousin. I'm thinking, what are these people teaching their kids? I could've sworn I heard the parents out there, but not a reprimand, nothing. So he continues to trash talk his cousin, and the very second the cousin decides he's not playing with him, he starts crying. I mean like literally crying. Did he apologize? Nope, just whined until his cousin got back in the pool. The chickens on the grill now. "Why are you so fat? Why do your nipples look like that? Your nipples are ugly."  His cousin must be a saint because I didn't hear a word. I come into the house and ask R where he wants to eat. He says outside. I cringe, because that means our little family dinner will include all the shit going on next door. I ask, are you sure? The little shit is out there talking trash. R wants to eat outside still. Alrighty then. I set the table, and the boys return from Micky Ds with the fries. [so nice it's two blocks down on the left]. Danny is sitting across from me when all hell breaks loose next door. Apparently the parents have realized we are outside and are trying to get their little monster to be quiet. Good luck there. It's a little late to tame that beast in my opinion. Two minutes later, if that, he must have really pissed off his cousin, because he starts screaming and crying about the other kid not playing fair. Now the adults are involved, constantly saying...shhhh, be quiet, shhhh. Yeah, that works. NOT! Less than a minute later he's all happy, yelling, telling his cousin what to do in the pool. R, Zak, Danny and I are all talking about them, how that kid is a brat, and every time he whines we laugh. I mean you'd think they were in our yard because they are so damn loud. Dinner is finished and I'm standing now having a smoke. And that kid starts bawling like he's dying. Apparently his cousin dunked him under water. Oh no! He begins to scream and cry and tell his dad that he was drowning. I wish. Well that had the three of us laughing. And I mean seriously laughing. Which must have annoyed the parents to hear us laughing at their bratty child, because they went inside the house to escape us! I couldn't stop laughing, tell R, see, I told you. Drama. That kid is the biggest brat. He screams, then cries, then happy again, then screams, cries and then happy, and so on, and so on. One by one they all headed inside. I finish cleaning up and look at R on the couch. That's it? You're staying in side? He gives me this look like I just asked him the most ridiculous question ever! I said, I guess were not going to be burning the papers tonight in the fire pit. He says no. Ok, that means I can hang on my pc and WdC! Which I did. All I know at this point, is that Winter may be turning into my favorite season, since it's the only time it's quiet outside. My neighbors suck, but they were good for a laugh yesterday. If I didn't laugh, I'd probably be hopping the fence to confront them!  |
| "JAFBG" by Elisa the Bunny Stik Prompt: Tell us about a time you epically failed to keep your temper Back in May of this year R was in Lebanon visiting his family and I was running the garage. Now mind you, I only work three days a week, 4 hours a day and usually cannot wait to come home. With him being gone I was working 6 days, and 7 hours a day. So you know right there I wasn't the happiest person on the planet.  We were having a decent day, weather was beautiful, and really warm, which means people want their AC fixed on their car, like NOW. So this dude comes in and says we replaced his AC compressor in his cab/car last summer and he wants it fixed. Not only that, but he's taken it to another mechanic who has specifically told him it's the compressor at fault, that there was another part we had to replace as well and recharge the AC system, and all for FREE. Well I pulled up his record on the computer, sure enough we replaced the compressor last year. Now R isn't there, he usually deals with the AC issues. My other two mechanics can charge the system easy enough, but we aren't taking some other mechanics word that the compressor is at fault. This guy will not leave. I told him R is gone for another few weeks. He doesn't care. It's my problem and I need to fix it. Yeah right, douche bag, I'll jump right on that. To top it off, said pain in my ass tells me that he always has another mechanic look at his car, diagnose it, and R just does what the other mechanic says. I've been married for 25 years. Been working with him for at least 13 years. But apparently I'm some dumb bimbo. I go into the garage, whispering with our other mechanics, and the pita leaves the office to see what I'm doing in the garage. Alrighty then! I go into the office, grab my phone and head outside behind the building sending Whatsapp messages to R about this pain in my ass. R of course says it's a lie, he would never take someone else's word and change something without checking it himself.  one for me! R also tells me to tell the guy he'll have to wait until R returns to the States and back to work.   two for me!When I tell the pita this, he loses his damn mind. Now remember, I'm in surgical menopause, fighting hot flashes, instant anger, insomnia, and a lovely list of other annoyances, so my trigger is very short. Wanna know what word he used that flipped the switch? I know you do! "I'm going to take it to the other mechanic, have him fix it, and then I'm going SUE you!" Well that was it. I don't know who he thought he was talking to. I for one am not an idiot when it comes to cars, in fact, I probably know a lot more than 50% of the population. I can even diagnose something from listening to someone telling me about their problem. I'm pretty accurate thank you very much. A shouting match ensued. He screamed at me, I screamed back, and on and on it went. I went to the garage, he followed, back to the office, he followed. I was so irritated by the time he followed me for thirty minutes straight I finally just told him to go ahead and sue me. I didn't care any longer. We were done! He had two choices. Wait for R for three more weeks, or take it elsewhere. He finally got into his car and left, but not until after sitting in the lot for ten minutes. Asshole.And then the real fun began. Now I had to tell R that I probably lost him a customer, that said customer threatened to sue us, and I had no idea if the guy was coming back. To my utter joy and amazement, R just shrugged it off and said Fuck Him! Mind you I've been in trouble with R before for fighting with customers. Usually the same asshole who shows up when R is away. It's like they know!But when he said Fuck him! My first thought took me back to one of my all time favorite movies, My Chauffeur. Oh man if you haven't seen that movie, it's hysterical. I still die in a fit of laughter when I watch it. Catfight: Who the fuck are you? Casey: I'm the chauffeur Catfight: Who's chauffeur Casey: Your chauffeur Catfight: You work for me? Casey: Yes Catfight: Then take off your clothes and get into bed Casey: Mr. Fight, you have a lot people waiting for you at that concert right now Catfight: Fuck 'em Bimbo: That's my job  If you haven't seen this 80s movie and wanna laugh your ass off, I highly recommend it! |
| Written For: "JAFBG" by Elisa the Bunny Stik Prompt: What's not worth the price you paid for it? Pretty much anything R buys to help me out can be put into this category.  The one thing he bought that I despise is the kitchen faucet. Yes it looked cool in the box. Yes it sat in said box for two years before he got around to installing it. Oh it is pretty. That pretty nickel color that's all the rage now. And the sprayer is built right in. Just pull on it and you get a good three foot range! Perfect! Right? Nope. Now I should be writing this as a public service announcement, because in all honesty, that's what it is. Never buy a new, updated, pretty kitchen sink faucet unless you are going to buy a new sink! Why? Because when you mix the old with the new, you quickly find out that the new faucet will hit the lip of the drain every time you turn the fucker on and it will spray back at you, and your shirt will be soaked! It's not a big deal in summer. But stepping away from that piece of shit in winter is a nightmare. I wind up in the bathroom with the hair dryer trying to find some warmth and dry out. The damn box should've come with a warning. Caution: May cause back splash since we've changed the measurements of a standard size! That would be helpful wouldn't it? Bastards! It's no wonder I hate washing dishes, even to put them into the dishwasher. Ugh that fucking dishwasher. I hate it too! We got that piece of crap a year after moving into the house, 2002. Money was tight, the ancient one died. R said the new cheap ass $200 one was a temporary fix. My ass! It's still here. And works like shit. I'd be better off washing everything by hand because half of the things that come out of a clean dishwasher have to be washed again. Does it not defeat the purpose it was intended for????? If I didn't have grown children in the house I think I might revert to washing dishes naked to save my clothes. Toy with R, and then remind him I wouldn't have to do that if we had a decent faucet that didn't turn into a super soaker when turned on! |
| "JAFBG" by Elisa the Bunny Stik Prompt: Tell us about someone who needs some serious bitch slapping Oh there are so many qualified people I could rant about for this prompt, but since my damn neighbors had to come outside and scream like the world is ending yet again, they get they honor. Fuckers! Where to begin? The list is a mile long in the few short years they bought the house next door, tore it down, and built the ridiculous monstrosity that now adorns the corner. I used to have a great view, which is now nothing more than a friggin brick wall. If I wanted to see that I'd pick one of my own to stare at. So they built the monster house on a half acre, added a swimming pool, a basketball court, and two gazebos, because well hell, one is never enough. When they realized that they didn't have a backyard left, they got really creative. They offered to tear down this enormous tree on my property that hangs over into theirs, and clear out everything between us, moving their fence 6 feet my way. Basically adding 6 feet of property to their yard and reducing mine. At first I said yes, because that tree is a pain in my ass, and the disaster between us grows out of control from year to year. I mean who wouldn't want a free tear down clean out and then get to see pretty evergreens as a focal point? So I came inside and was standing in the kitchen looking out, when I realized how far in they were going to be coming onto my property and had to stop that shit pronto! Last summer someone was stealing our electric. I can just imagine they were the culprits. We are usually gone all summer so we were easy pickings. When we got home our usual bill for being away would run around $50 between gas and electric. Last summer. $200. Bastards! So now we are home this summer, gearing up for Zs wedding at the end of the year. I bet the neighbors from hell were disappointed by that. Oh well. Anyway, they have three boys. Very loud boys. The youngest does nothing but scream and cry all day long. Spoiled little brats. And they constantly have people over for pool parties. Or just to annoy me. I'm not sure which at this point. On 4th of July we had people over and were sitting outside. BIG MISTAKE. Those little shitheads next door bought fireworks. Thank you State of Michigan for making them legal! That was so damn sweet of you!  Usually we see a lot of rain. At least a good shower once a week. Not this year. Nope, everything was dying. If you didn't run your sprinkler system at least twice a day, then you were better off praying to God that your now golden lawns didn't burst into flames. Back to the nightmare next door. They didn't buy just any fireworks, not the little ones that stayed low to the ground and make a small explosion. Nope. Not them. They bought the big ones, that sounded like a bomb was going off. And where were they shooting them? Can you guess? I bet you can. At my tree. Every time that stuff started falling and got near the tree I would cringe. By midnight I'd had enough and went inside to call the police. My guests were annoyed. I was beyond annoyed and out right pissed at this point. So they say they are on their way having had several calls. Did they show? Not to my knowledge. I called again an hour later. It still took them another 30 minutes to show up and shut that shit down.We have mutual friends [and I use the term loosely] in common. We were out to dinner one night and a woman I was with told me how the lady next door is miserable. This of course made me a tiny bit happy. Why is she miserable? Because, and I quote, "I have no control over my children. They don't listen to me. I never get a break." Waaahhh waaaahhh fuckin waaaahhh. I told mutual friend. "That's bullshit! She has no control over her little animals because she chooses not to." Being a parent is hard work. I know that first hand. It is our job as parents to raise our kids to have some respect, treat others well, etc. If anyone needs a bitch slap, I say line up the entire family and let me at 'em. Not that it would do any good. They obviously prefer to be rude and terrorize the entire neighborhood whenever the hell they please. And I question their morals as well. You know that tree I hate. Well it sheds all kinds of crap constantly. And since they put their pool right next to it I'm sure it gets covered in stuff. One day I actually caught them cleaning the pool and dumping the debris back into my yard. What a bunch of dumb asses. Do they seriously not know that all that crap is going to sink down into the ground and grow more of that irritating tree? Apparently this is rocket science for them. I keep thinking if one starts growing I'll chop it down before it can really take root. And then my inner bitch comes out to play and has me thinking oh let it grow. Give them another tree to really clog up their pool.  R had me rolling about them once as well. It seems they are complaining that their yard isn't big enough. Really? Might have been a good idea to think of that before building your eyesore of a house to show off your wealth in a neighborhood filled with ranch style homes. Now R is Arab. My neighbors are Arab, but certainly not cut from the same cloth. We hear through the grapevine that they are worried about us. Worried we will do an addition to our ranch home and build up. Oh the horror! You see the lady is covered. And if we build up then we can look into their yard, and she will never be able to take off her hijab. So R makes sure he mentions that Z is getting married and we will need to add on. The only way for us to go is up, since we like having a big yard. I admit I get off on knowing they may be squirming over that misinformation. 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| Ah Wednesday. Hump day. That middle of the week blah freakin blah kinda work day. That is, until.... *cue dramatic music here* That crazy ass witch who annoyed the shit out of me back in May when I was running the shop blew in like a hurricane. I know I can talk. A lot. Just ask anyone. But this woman, and yes I am using that damn term loosely, blew into the office and once her mouth opened, it didn't stop for the next 20 minutes. It didn't matter that I was on the phone. That my husband [R] was trying to tell me about parts I needed to order, which suppliers to call, etc. She just kept right on going. I couldn't even look at her for if I did, I just knew my mouth would get me into trouble. Do you know what she reminded me of? The effin energizer bunny. Keeps going, and going, and going. Oh how I wished she actually had a battery pack I could rip right off of her skinny self absorbed ass and make it stop! But wait, that's not all! Oh no. So I'm sitting at my desk, on the phone, writing up estimates in the computer when I suddenly realize I smell Sweet and Sour Chicken. You know the smell. It's sweet. And sour! It is my favorite Chinese food. Err, it was until today. I swear this person must have bathed in it. It's the only way she would reek like it so bad that the odor permeated the entire office and was making its way to the garage. All I know is, I'll never eat that food again, and any time I smell it, I will probably want to vomit. Thank a lot lady. It's bad enough she ruined my day, but taking away my Chinese take out is just a shitty thing to do!I made R break out the air freshener the second she walked out the damn door. And of course, we didn't have any. But we did have a bottle of perfume lying around. Where that came from who knows. So now the door is open, the screen door is open, and R is spraying some expensive cologne all over the office! Did I mention it's apparently allergy season? No! Well last night I noticed I had a sore throat, so the cologne just did wonders on my sinuses damn it. A sneeze. Then another. And of course these fuckers must come in 3s. I'd emailed myself the story I was working on that I need to post tonight for the end of the August round and for I Write Romantic. But since stinky bitch was there first thing this morning, she ruined all my warm fuzzy, romantic feelings. I did try to pull up the copy I emailed myself. Of course that wasn't there. Not even in the freakin spam folder. Typical bullshit. I was just so damn happy to leave work, late, but I headed home. And then I discovered that the dishwasher was still full, and dirty dishes were all over the counter.  Couldn't even sit down and relax for a minute until that was taken care of. God help anyone who gets in my way the rest of today because I need to get that story written and submitted. Ah bloody hell. I've been interrupted by my youngest who's complaining. Guess I need to play sympathetic mom now. I'm out Prompt: Rant about something that fucked you off Brought to you by "JAFBG" by Elisa the Bunny Stik |
| Where to begin? Probably the negatives so I can work my way to the positives. First off there's the left ankle injury. It comes and goes, but is hanging around a lot longer than I anticipated. Made an appointment for next Tuesday. My regular doctor must be stoned out of his mind since he thinks it's linked to my sacroiliac. Two words: AS IF! If you've noticed around here foot injuries seem to be coming in rapid succession. I feel your pain. Believe me. The wedding plans are coming together well. That's progress. And a little stressful doing this from two different countries. But it's what we have to do. I decided to kick off WdCs 16th Birthday Bash a little early. "CLOSED - Tales of Seduction" by QPdoll  . Bonus Round. Extra goodies in store for all that enter. GPs ~Awardicons~Merit Badges. Come check it out. Need to review these next couple days. I'm behind in Novel Workshops dang it! |
| I have no inspiration this week it seems. I still have a romantic entry to write for I Write Romantic, but I'm stalling. It's due tomorrow! Though I do have a tendency to write better when the pressure of deadlines are looming over my head. No idea why that is. With wedding plans moving forward things are crazy busy. And of course just as we were booking our flight for the wedding, the travel agent calls and says the price has been raised. I swear to God this happens to us every single time we fly. The dates we pick is always one after high season, so they move us up a day which is a total inconvenience. It's totally ridiculous. My mom heard that booking a flight on August 23rd is the best time to book because it's the cheapest fair day of the year. Now we are about to find out. I'll keep checking rates online until then, but I'll be damned if I'm paying $1700 a ticket and having multiple stops to boot. My soon-to-be daughter-in-law picked her wedding gown, and it's beautiful. I do like that they rent dresses there, not purchase like we do here. It's something you only ever wear once. And I understand the nostalgia of having something to hand down in the family, but most people really see that dress as used and do not want it anyway. They all must have new to them. So renting is an ideal option and a huge money saver in my opinion. It really would've saved me from seeing my own dress destroyed when I gave it to my niece for her wedding and she changed it so much I didn't even recognize it any more.  Yes I wanted to cry, and later that day I did cry. I couldn't help myself, but I sucked it up, and lied and told her what she wanted to hear. I think R was the only one who saw through that fake smile. I'm going through Bride 2 Be again. Dang perfectionist in me. It's probably why I can't write at the moment, things are rumbling around in my head for my book instead. Must learn to quiet that muse for a few hours so I can get my entry written. Hopefully that will happen at some point today or tomorrow. One can hope, right? |
So I've been a little bit busy. All caught up with "Bride 2 Be" by Purple is House Florent  and managed to get a little bit of writing done there. Always exciting. I have an idea for a short story in my head for the I Write romantic challenge. Still need to find another contest to enter for the regular challenge.Speaking of contests. Yep, I saw some moping around on the newsfeed looking for romantic contests to enter, which of course got my brain whirling and so I did this last night.
I don't consider myself great with poetry, but I know what I love to read, and what speaks to me, so this should be a little fun. Besides, I had a co-conspirator too, who just had to go and point out how addicting WdC can be. Oh it's not like I didn't know this already. It's just so easy to get caught up in the excitement of things around here sometimes. I am addicted and adore all things related to love. It's the hopeful romantic in me. If you've ever read my work, you'd probably notice that is the main theme, even in my erotica, it all comes from  .Heck last night was a such a whirlwind of getting that contest up and running, adding new images to my port to use for said contest, commissioning an exclusive merit badge, that I forgot to charge my laptop for hours, and then poof! it shut down on me. My apologies Kit of House Lannister I didn't mean to bail on you. Oh, and I took second in one of the writing challenges for GoT! Damn it was a good night! That did make me thrilled. And congrats to my House Greyjoy teammate Starling  who also placed in week four. Now there's just one writing challenge to post results, and then of course the unveiling of the winners. God willing it will be this weekend. Not sure I can take the stress of waiting any longer! Need to head over to Novel workshops and get some reviews done today. Happy Saturday everyone! |
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| Can't wait to see how well we did in Game of Thrones! The speculation is torture . I managed to get both my stories in for "I Write in August-September-October" by Aennaytte: Free & Wild in GoT 
and "I Write Romantic in Winter" by Aennaytte: Free & Wild in GoT
I am reading "Bride 2 Be" by Purple is House Florent so I can refresh my memory, tweak things as I get close to where I left off so I can finish writing this one. It's strange to me that each book in this series seems to be a little bit better/stronger than the last one. I still A Perfect Fit best. And I did pretty well with sales on Amazon so I cannot complain.I heard from Smexy today!! So nice to see my old gang of crazy chatties making a return to wdc. Welcome back Sciwriter  . My son is getting married! It's totally surreal at this point. His bride to be is in Lebanon, so wedding planning is strange. I mean I'm in the US, so we are spending all of our time on whatsapp, sending voice clips, and photos as things move forward for a December wedding overseas. There's so much to do. We've been looking forward to this for a few years, but now that's it's really happening, is HUGE. I have a check list of things I need to do before all of that happens. Getting my body in shape is one of those items. I still have good and bad days since surgery. I tire so easily. Makes me nuts most days when I have no energy to do much of anything. Last week I decided I was cleaning out my truck. Spent all morning Tuesday cleaning the carpet, and getting out stains from work boots, winter, etc and cigarette ash. It gets so filthy. And then of course my thumb reacted in protest. It's still sore, so I don't think I'm going to make that 20 years post hand surgery where it's not supposed to be a problem. I knew I'd never get my strength back in my thumb, but damn can that digit hurt like a beast when I over use it. It's a work day. Must rush off to get myself presentable. Need to figure out which contests I'll be writing for this week. Way too early in the "I Write" contests to be slacking off already. Happy Crappy Monday all |
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