It’s been some time since I’ve lurked on WordPress. Life has changed a little bit- I have a new job that keeps me busy (but gives me pretty awesome off days and benefits). Working at Amazon now and so far, I can say it’s better than every other job I’ve had.
My daughter is still in her terrible twos and is both sweet and evil most days, but I love her so much. A couple weeks ago, we took her to a fundraiser at a local horse rescue and we bought her three rides on the biggest horse they had. Each time, she went around three times and was a complete champ about. No crying or anything (even though kids at least twice her age and size couldn’t handle riding the smaller horses).
My cat has gone from kitten size to adult cat size. We thinks he’s convinced he’s a dog since he’s grown up wrestling with the dogs in the house.
I got my wife a Cameo, which is like a Cricut, so she is in love with and decorated my work bottle and FETI with.
I have been working on my writing aftet a month or so of writer’s block. It’s still a struggle day to day to focus on it (especially on my work days), but a little progress is better than no progress, right?
It is also my favorite month. I love October and Halloween. The peanut and I have already watched Nightmare Before Christmas a few times and my wife has reluctantly spent at least 100 dollars at Walgreens getting us NBC stuff.
Hope everyone is doing well. I have missed my WordPress family this past month or two.
The imagery, the analogy- I love everything about this.
“No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters.
There are times I doubt you love me but even if you do, it doesn’t matter, because I’m a bleeding mess, and no matter how much you try, you’ll never get over your fear of blood. You can try and put up a brave facade all you want my dear, it’s quite endearing to be honest, but you don’t deserve this. You deserve sunshine and flowers, and a girl who smells like strawberries and happiness, not misery and broken pieces. If you have any idea of what’s good for you, you should turn around and leave right now. Because you will someday. Rather sooner than later when it’s easier for both of us, because you will turn away, no matter…
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My favorite is the elephants in the hot air balloons. : )
I have more baby cuteness to share…I can’t stop 😀 please enjoy, ok??!! 😀
These I found on Instagram and Google.
There’s a whole world of crochet artists on Instagram , from all around the world.
I like each one of these because to me it shows exquisite craftsmanship:
Babies, need several blankets, why not make a beautiful handmade blanket, a cute one he/she will always treasure?
I love how the artist made a plain blanket then made motifs and attached them, it will keep baby warm and baby will be inseparable from their blankie.
Well, let me stop here…. You know I could go on and on and on… Right? 😀
Happy Wednesday Artisans!!! Enjoy!!
Short post. I have an interview later today with Amazon and I’m super nervous. Hoping I get the job and ready to just get this interview over with. Wish me luck, I feel like I need it today.
I have been out three nights in a row with my wife and sister-in-law (and the peanut of course) playing Pokemon Go. That game is addicting and so much fun. The first two nights, we mostly just drove around and the two of them did most of the work (my wife caught me a lot of cool Pokemon). Yesterday, we went walking around in a nearby town with a group of fabulous people we met the night before. There’s some people out there who think the game is silly but it is amazing to see everyone out walking around and interacting. My only warning is that you should go with someone, especially when it gets late. There are bad people out there who might target players. We haven’t had any issues but we’ve been sticking to our town and the other, where all the stops are in the middle of town near police and fire stations.
Unfortunately, my writer’s block is back and kicking my ass. I had been working on my SRT Archives stories (which you can find the original chapters/drafts at my other blog The SRT Archives). I reached a standstill at editing and adding to the first series. I’m hoping after this week (mentally preparing for an interview this Friday with Amazon) I can reboot my writing brain and get back to the series.
Any Pokemon trainers in the southern Illinois area? Anyone catch anything cool? I got a Pikachu and I’m so excited about it.
I did a guest blog this month for a certain awesome blogger. Here is my post for Project H- it’s about my home.
What is a home? Is it that house you grew up in or the town your life story began? Is it the new place you moved to that finally feels like the right spot to wake up and go to sleep in every day and night?
I have struggled my life on figuring out where exactly I belong. My home has been a list of places and honestly, I can’t say an exact location is the perfect home for me.
I grew up in a small city in southwest Oklahoma. Altus, Oklahoma, to be exact. You could Google it and waste a good ten to fifteen minutes looking at all the unimpressive images of it, but save yourself the trouble. There’s not much special about it unless you lived there long enough. It’s the place where you can find my childhood home and part of my story, but it…
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My wife and I got to the bookstore early today. Turns out, Chuck Palahniuk was already there (two hours early). So we beat the line, got me a hardback version of the first Fight Club, and got a few things of mine signed by Chuck. It was nice that he was already there, there was no rush to get everything signed and get my picture with him.
In all, I got the hardback (and combined) version of the Fight Club 2 graphic novels.
Signed and personalized.
I apologize for the crappy quality. My phone’s camera is on its last limbs. I also had my new copy of Fight Club signed, as well as the scratch and sniff FC2 bookmark (which explains the above photo), and my Comic Book Day and SDCC exclusive FC2 comics.
Now, to leave you with one last picture. Better quality this time. This was after the signing when Chuck Palahniuk asked me the most important question of the day- “choke or fight?”
Woke up early today- for me at least. Had to bring my car in for an oil change. I have already walked around the entire electronics department at a window shopper pace and even searched the cheap Blu Ray bin for a copy of Fight Club since the one I own is in a box somewhere in Oklahoma or Texas.
Glad I got here when I did. There’s ton of cars pulling up now.
When I actually wake up, I’ll be a littls more excited. Going to a book signing today with the wife. Her Mother’s Day gift to me is us going to see Chuck Palahniuk and me gettng some of my stuff signed by him. I’m also hoping I win a raffle for a leatherbound rare copy of the original Fight Club book. When he came out to San Diego, I didn’t get one, but I got a signed severed arm, which is pretty badass and creeps out people who come visit us.
I need coffee. Or a Red Bull.
I will most likely be posting a couple for times today, since I’m going to that awesome event.
I haven’t been able to post for a day or two because we’ve been building a horse barn in the back. We’ve been kind of working on in during the week but most of the work has been done yesterday and today. We got the walls up and started on the roof. Tomorrow will be another early wake up and finish the structure of the roof and work on the inside a little. Here’s what it looks like so far.
Trying to get the bulk of it done this weekend because Monday when my wife and I start our diets, we’re probably not going to be about working outside for four+ hours in the heat. Super happy with how much we’ve gotten done. Tried but can’t complain since I’m not working yet, so I’m not a zombie.
Hoping the wife will stay up a little bit tonight so we can watch our new episode of Rizzoli and Isles (last season : ( … maybe Hulu or someone will pick it up). Also hoping I can get aome good sleep tonight. Tossed and turned last night, so getting up this morning was a struggle.
Well, this is a short post. Going to try to do some writing/editing my stories before bed. Have a good night!
My friend started a writing group on Facebook. Since I have always loved her writing, I was super excited to join. We have a daily prompt, but I haven’t posted anything until today. The prompt was Selfies, so I wrote a short one-shot. I decided to share it on here since I haven’t been posting a lot of my writing recently.
Selfies- she loved to take selfies.
When my friend showed me pictures of her, she looked photogenic and active. She loved animals, nights on the town, staying in to watch a good movie, and trying new things.
The selfie obsession was conveniently left out of the details.
When the date started, it seemed harmless. Pulling to the curb outside of her house, I noticed her standing at the front door posing for her phone. Her “x” amount of followers could now see her in her little (and short) black dress pre-blind date. I thought nothing of it, until one picture transformed into a play-by-play of our night.
In her defense, she talked about anything but her need to capture every five minutes of her life. About what- I couldn’t tell you. Each time she would hold her phone up, that artificial camera snap would distract my mind from the conversation.
Snap, blah, blah, blah, snap.
I could only imagine what her captions read.
Hashtag first date, hashtag looking fabulous.
The pictures continued into the restaurant. She even excused herself to the bathroom to- I’m assuming- take another Internet famous self-portrait.
Snap, check reflection in the mirror, snap.
Hashtag reapplying makeup, hashtag need to look sexy.
The evening was ruined once it had begun. The food had no taste, every sip of alcohol did little to overcome my subconscious urge to time the minutes between each click.
Snap, can I get you another glass, snap.
Hashtag getting buzzed, hashtag fancy salad and a glass of wine.
When dinner ends and I take her home, she leans in to snap a pic of her and I. When she invites me in, my stomach turns and I politely decline. I could only imagine how that experience might be.
Snap, kiss me here, touch me there, snap.
The following day, my friend shows me the last image from the night. Selfie girl’s smile clashes with my exasperated scowl.
Hashtag unimpressed, hashtag should have stayed home.
My friend makes it seem like I’m the one with the problem. And maybe I am. In a world filled with smartphone technology and social media, you can only be one of two kinds of people. The kind that like taking selfies.
Or the kind that doesn’t get a second date.
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