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A new direction

Hello my sweets!

As you can see by looking around, I have made some changes to the site. I have taken down my book and some other pages, because, really, sales are down and the book can be found anywhere.

Why the change? Its time to branch off in a new direction. My tags will change, my content will change.

Whats to come? More talk of gaming, more talk of writing (no change there) and some more on the things that fascinate me the most in our world…like serial killers and news items.

Oh, there will still be plenty of talks of my daily hilarity that is called my life, and plenty of talk of the kitties and their adventures in driving me mad.

The book and movie reviews will be back, as I love doing those.

Of course, the occasional rant will find its way into the pages from time to time, because I am small and can only contain so much rage.

You will also find that I have an added website. I took my ‘Clattering Keyboard’ blogger site off google and gave it its own fancy smancy domain. It is listed under my real name. It WILL, at time, have different content. You can find it at www.clatteringkeyboard.com if interested.

Please keep in mind, I am not done with either site. The listing for the Bloodletting game is not quite complete, as I have a lot of content and explanations for the game yet to go.

Now, as for the difference in the site, as I’ve said, this site may have content different than the other and vice versa.

Its funny, and kind of weird, to be in the world as both Zoe Ambler and Beth McMarlin.

I have a friend I met online under the name Zoe, and we now meet face to face every few months for a lunch date and she insists on calling me Zoe rather than my real name. I am simply her ‘Zo Zo’. And I love it.

A note on the kitties. All three are terrors and I think they are plotting something because suddenly all three are getting along really well. Definitely plotting.

So, thats the update for now.

Be sweet to one another, my darlings. ~mwah~

 


Holiday card time…

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So the holiday season is upon us once again. One of my favorite things about the season is receiving mail and cards. I also really dig sending them as well, because I find some truly entertaining cards.

 

As I often do throughout the year, I invite you to email me your address at zoe.ambler5@gmail.com, or send me your contact info via my ‘Contact’ page. My home address is listed there as well, if you want to just jump write in and shoot me a snail mail.

 

I have quite a few people I correspond with now, and more is always welcome. Sometimes you may get several letters back to back, sometimes I am a little slow. However, I answer all letters, and when I send cards, they are usually pretty unique.

 

So please help make this old hags holidays a little brighter and become one of my pen pals. You wont regret it. ~.^

 

zoe.ambler5@gmail.com

 

Zoe Ambler – 2300 Moates Road, Enterprise AL 36330

 

Love you guys to bits!


Tats, Good Friends and Writing…

So, above you can see my two latest tattoos. I call them my zombknee’s. Mind you, they are still in their icky stage, right before the peel. Today, all I can say is ‘itch, itch, itch’ and ‘moisturize, moisturize, moisturize’. They itch so badly. And I had to wear pants today instead of my usual shorts because I had to adult.

 

However, when adulting, someone needs to speak up and remind me that that doesn’t mean I can get away with wearing a white shirt. Yes, said shirt now has a food stain on it. ~facepalms~ What makes it so irritating is that it was my final bite…right before I put my left overs in the to-go boxes. ~cries~

 

Said food stain came from an awesome afternoon with a wonderful friend. I had met her online years ago on the NaNoWriMo website Regional Forums. We didn’t meet face to face until the next year when I volunteered to be a Municipal Liaison. Since then, we have met, had Write-Ins and enjoy nice little sneak away lunches just the two of us.

 

We usually indulge in an Indian food place down in Dothan. I don’t think anyone else in my house enjoys it, so it works for me for getting a little variety. Today I actually tried a different appetizer and entrée. Go me for trying new things!!

 

Today I tried the vegetable fritters with two different chutney sauces, and my entrée was Butter Chicken. I usually have Samosas and Beef Biryani. I was pleasantly surprised with my choice. And my friend really helped me a lot, because decisions are not an easy thing for me when trying new things. She knows what is what, how spicy I should go, and explained what true Indian curry was. It was great. And we had great conversation. Always a good time with her, and hopefully she will be able to get back to her writing for NaNoWriMo. We both have been feeling the lulls in our work.

 

I am undecided on what I am working on for NaNoWriMo this year. When updating my novel page on the website, I placed up a book series I have in my head. Its erotica. Now, however, I am leaning toward a short story compilation of brand new stories. I love doing compilations. My only issue is sometimes I get sidetracked and my theme goes off the rails. I want to do a horror/thriller compilation. I have a ton of good ideas for that in my head, and it may be easier for me to focus on several smaller chunk stories than working on what will become a series of books.

 

Decisions, decisions.

 

Well, that’s all for now, darlings…be sweet!


Shortie Story pt2

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As promised, the second of my little character biographies, given by themselves.

Here we have Addison. It was titled Adrift.

 

Adrift:

Addison sat on the ground, her back resting against the building as she kicked her legs out in front of her, crossing her feet at the ankles. She took a flask from her jacket pocket and gave her companions of the evening a toast.

 

“Well, since I know all about you guys, I guess you all should know a little about me, huh?” She asked. She took another sip and settled herself into her spot in the dimly lit alley to tell her story. A small fire between them all kept the chill at bay.

 

“I had come into this world in 1685. I know, I know. Don’t look a day over 20, do I? Anyway, things were way different than they are now. No interwebs, tweeter or the googles. But, as they say, time brings on a lot of change. Advances.” She smiled, giving a nod and another sip of her flask. She offered it to her companions, but none took her up on her offer. They knew what she was drinking. Wasn’t their ‘style’ she supposed. She shrugged and readjusted the Katana strapped to her back.

 

She continued, glad, in a bit, that none wanted to share in her drink and they didn’t seem like the ‘judgey’ sort. “Yanno, we all have our hardships, and I’ve had enough for several lifetimes over. I started life as a plain old human, just like you guys, and then one night, one chance encounter changed all that.” She looked down at her hands for a moment, rubbing them on her jeans as if smoothing them.

 

“I became a vampire. Don’t laugh; I’m not kidding! Blood sucking, gore lovin’ vampire! I didn’t ever think they existed myself until I became one. I was so lost. No one taught me how to be a vampire. The one who bit me just left. Probably thought he killed me. Anyway…” She took a slight paused for breath and collecting her thoughts. Her thoughts were always muddled. Maybe it was all the drinking. Or maybe that’s just her. Her mind was muddled and broken.

 

“…Anyways…I loved it. I never dealt with the terrible transition of human to monster at all. It was as if I was born to it. And I never lamented taking lives so that I could continue to exist. Everyone was just little walking blood bags to me. Even children.” She flashed a smile, though tried to keep her face schooled in innocence. “My voodoo became more powerful, too. Granted, that got me in a spot of trouble with Baron Samedi, but that’s a story for another time. We’ll just stick with ‘I’m a damn fine Mambo’ for getting out of that one.” Addison said with a wink.

 

“I had come to have lovers that came and went. I never took it hard. Kind of hard to find someone when you’re looking at people wondering what their blood type is.” She snickered, pulling her long dark hair over her shoulder.

 

“I then stumbled over the Realm behind the veil. A world unto its own. So many species of light and dark, some living in harmony, some living in war. I had taken my time in choosing a home. I almost didn’t bother. I had spent 600 years in relative isolation, letting the wars of man entertain me. But then I found out that to get stronger, you needed people to help you along in your path.”

 

She let silence fall for just a few moments, sipping from her flask again as the memories danced behind her eyes. “In the Realm, I had a chance to join a collective. Mr. Brollachan opened his doors to me. Within the coven, I was taught how to bring my strength up higher, and for awhile I got stronger and stronger pretty quickly. I thrived on the challenges…but then… along the way, I had met this Slayer. He was so dreamy. There was an immediate, albeit forbidden connection.” She sparkle left her eyes in her storytelling. A solemnness came over her.

 

“I no longer wanted even the tiny bit of freedom I had left. I wanted to share myself with this man. I asked to leave the coven and permission was granted. Though, I went through even more trials. Events that further shaped me. My Slayer was at my side, though. With the help of an Arch Angel, I underwent a reversal of my vampirism. Terribly painful it was. I was cleansed and made whole again. Human, though immortal. A Slayer in my own right. Me and my Slayer entered into a Holy Union, committing to share our life and love with one another always. I guess I should also mention that the Arch Angel didn’t fix me right. I’m not entirely…human…I don’t think. And he is making me suffer, always. I know its hard to tell, what can I say? I’m a great actress.” Silence befell Addison once again. She looked to her listeners. She didn’t want to depress them utterly. It couldn’t be helped. It was a sad story.

 

She resumed. “And then my Slayer left to who knows where.” She flailed her arms a bit. “He left me all alone with no idea how to be human…how to be ‘normal’ again. I was so lost. Once again adrift in my isolation. It wasn’t even an isolation I was comfortable with because I didn’t know how to be what I am now, alone. That…and my heart was shattered. Never, in all my long years, have I suffered a broken heart. Its horrible and painful and …icky. He’s dead now, by the way. Don’t look at me, I didn’t kill him!” Addison said, a small pout coming to her lips as her brows furrowed.

 

“Rather than my complacent isolation, mine turned into rage. I let it boil inside. Always swallowing it back down when it bubbled up like bile in my throat.” She said, her tone seething, almost a hiss.

 

“I decided I didn’t need to be afloat on my own during that time. I reached out to a well-known Sanctuary leader, and he accepted my request to join his crew. I thought it would help me to be immersed with others again. To mingle not just with my new crewmates, but with others I happened upon within the Realm.” She said, her face blank of expression. Her words, too, felt a little flat on her tongue.

 

“I found myself afloat again. Drifting. Aimless and wondering. I started to embrace that solitude once again. I wasn’t working on myself. None of my goals were being reached. No one really interacted with me at all. I latched hold of another crewmate, a young Lycan woman, but she seems to dislike me a great deal. For me, that’s just sheer entertainment within itself. Oh, and there is an Angel I talk to sometimes. I wouldn’t call us friends though. I really think people just …tolerate me.” She chuckled, letting that sadness drift away, even if for a moment. She sipped her drink, her pale blue eyes scanning the faces of her companions.

 

That sadness seeped its way back in. “I sit now, alone on this island within a vastly populated world. My mind teeters on what to do next. Keep striving the fight the good fight? Be a good people person? Fight the good fight? Or let my isolation consume me once again…become a monster again. The vampiric life wasn’t a bad one. In all honesty, I miss it a lot. It had more freedoms, and the blood and the violence quelled something deeply broken and growling within me.” She silenced herself, looking around.

 

“Do you guys think I’m crazy? I think I am. I think I am …damaged goods. You know, I’m going to die alone. I pretty much guarantee it. Can you see the headlines… ‘Woman dies alone with 72 cats. Cats feast upon her corpse’. That’d be funny. Sad, but funny. I’d be one with all my cats, though, wouldn’t I?” She laughed out loud at her own humor, as dark and depressing as it may have been. She sobered then, for just a moment. “I’m just so alone. Nothing has meaning or purpose. I have no love, no friends. Well, you guys, but, come on…we aren’t that close…”

 

Addison looked to her drinking buddies and decided that they were either bored or just too drunk to care.

 

Or it may have had something to do with that fact that she had sliced all their throats an hour ago.

Hope you enjoyed!


A shortie story pt 1

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The following little character profile was from a short contest on one of my Role Play game sites. We were to have our characters talk about what made them who they are today…their childhood and the like. This first one is Genesis, a werewolf. We were allowed to tell their story in any format, from journal to interview with another personal, to video type diaries. I chose journal format for Genesis.

And away we go!

 

Genesis: All American Girl

Journal Entry 2/2017

 

2017 already. Hard to believe how time seems to fly in happy times, and drag in the dreadful. This is a brand new journal, by the way. I haven’t kept a journal in a few years now. Growing up I kept one religiously.

 

I was reading through some of them earlier, that’s what made me decide to pick it back up again. I don’t want memories to be lost, even the uglier side of life.

 

When looking through my really old journals, I found one that brought back all kinds of depressing memories. Most entries were about my mother. She was a slut. Okay, well, more like a wh0re, because those guys she brought home paid her in some fashion or another. I usually just locked my door and shoved pillows over my head. I have to add that I added locks to my bedroom doors in all the scummy trailers we rented when we moved here, or were kicked out of there. Those men my mom brought home…they leered at me. Perverts. All of them.

 

I kept myself distracted, and away from home, as much as I could. I ran track in secondary school and high school. I was honor roll, which meant I stayed in the library a lot, studying.

 

Sometimes when I would come home, my mother would be waiting. She’d call me names, accuse me of things, tell me how she should have aborted me when she had the chance. I should point out here, that the reason she DIDN’T abort me, is that my father was some kind of royalty in the Lycan community. My mother is pure Lycan as well. She must have figured giving this man a full blood heir, even though I’m a girl, well, she must have thought he would support her, or me. Instead, he told her to kill me, that I was a bastard pup, and never contact him again.

 

All American family, right?

 

I isolated myself a lot growing up. We moved so often, I never felt any point in making friends. I stuck to my studies. In my senior year of high school a Marine Corp recruiter contacted me. I signed right up. The day after graduation, with honors btw, I was out of there. I left my mom a couple hundred dollars that I’d saved up with a note that I was leaving, and never look for me. I was as dead to her as she was to me.

 

I thrived in the Marine Corp. Maybe I had an unfair advantage, being a Lycan and all, but still. I loved it. And they had found their perfect marksman. Problem was, females couldn’t really be on over-watch. I served two tours in Afghanistan, and then came back to the states. I served on the Marksmanship Team and got all kinds of awards.

 

By the time I made E-5 serving as an MP, people were taking notice that I wasn’t really aging. It was odd to me, because my mother looked way older than she was. I guess I should just attribute that to the lifestyle of booze and drugs she led, whereas I was all about discipline, wellness, taking care of myself.

 

I had a group of good friends when I was in the military. I still keep in touch with some. Some even know my secret (that I’m not…human). A group of us will meet up somewhere and have a few drinks, remember the days and nights in the desert, the thrill of live fire and explosions. However, not so many of us remember those as ‘good times’. A lot of people come back broken from war zones.

 

Again, I thrived in it.

 

Anyway, after I left the military, I traveled around. I guess I’m kind of a penny pincher, because I have plenty of money. I was bored though. I tried to think of what I could do as a career. That’s when, by chance, someone from the old military days, asked me if I could take someone out. As in, kill them. They offered me money (okay, A LOT of money), said they didn’t care how I did it, just get it done by a certain day and time and the money would be wired to me.

 

My first contract kill.

 

I took the target out from 5 buildings away. He was sitting at his desk having and drink, I pulled my little trigger and poof…red mist. The guy wobbled in his chair a little before falling face first into the desk. From my angle, well, he had no back of the head left. It gave me the warm fuzzies.

 

So…I started to take more clients like this. I set up overseas accounts for payments and got my name dropped here and there in all the right circles. Mercenaries get a bad wrap, but we do take out some pretty nasty people. And its not all just getting a name and killing people. Sometimes you have to hunt information, do a little tracking, grease the palms of other people. I had to get tech savvy in a hurry and start knowing and getting in good with all the right people.

 

I started to realize one night that while I was using my enhanced senses to pinpoint targets and the like, I wasn’t really working on those aspects of myself. The wolf in me needed more.

 

I was floundering in mediocrity. I couldn’t have that. The wolf must be satisfied.

 

I joined a crew at the urging of a friend and, well, at first things were fine and dandy, but they went downhill fast. Leadership and I didn’t agree, and me being me, blatantly said what was on my mind. I ended up leaving the crew.

 

I needed a pack, so to speak, to help me grow. So I didn’t waste any time in finding exactly what I needed. Azhi. Home. I have never regretted joining this crew.

 

I have friends, we talk. The loveliest part of it all, is I can still indulge in the hunt and make money, money, money. Yes, I’m a greedy cow.

 

Now, I love my home with all my heart. Only one bad occurrence ever happened here, and thats when I tried to kid myself into thinking I could have a love life. I met someone, he joined the crew and we got married. Probably the shortest marriage of all time. No…I’ve actually seen shorter.

 

One day, out of the blue, he packed all my stuff from our boat and placed it on the dock and handed me divorce papers. I was shocked to say the least. I didn’t know how to react. Was he expecting a big display of emotion? He didn’t get it. That’s not my style. I picked up my stuff, tucked the papers into my back pocket and walked away. He left. End of story. He’s still in the Azhi roster, but he’s been gone for years now.

 

I keep my heart closely guarded now. I have a crush on someone, but, well, that’s a pipe-dream I think.

 

The crew is growing and expanding and its exciting. Mind you, we all stick to ourselves, but, I bet at any given moment if I called someone for help, they would be there in a heartbeat, and I would do the same in return.

 

I can live in isolation, and I can integrate into a team just fine. I love both. It truly is the best of both worlds. It sates my desire for privacy, which I hold high, and it also gives me people to chill with, help, laugh with…its nice.

 

I’m a little rough around the edges. I’ve always been a tom-boy. I sometimes speak before thinking, or, rather, speak very bluntly. But hey, I give honesty, that’s got to count for something, right?

 

So, I’ve come a long way from those days of keeping my face planted in a book to avoid people, to having a home and friends. I’ve achieved a lot, too. Not so much in social skills, I still lack those, but my training is picking up again, I feel better about myself, and I know I can call people up from time to time for sh!ts and giggles.

 

Life is good.

 

Hope you enjoyed that! I will be posting up Addisons little bit in a day or two.

 

And for the record, Addisons won 2nd place and Genesis won 3rd. ^.~

 


Long over-due…and kitties!!

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Welcome the baby! This is the kitten I was telling you all about back in December. He was just a tiny bit of fluff, skin and bones. He was feral, we could only surmise that he got separated from his momma and the rest of the colony.

 

He showed up on my best friends doorstep…well…windows. She patiently coaxed him into the garage where she made him a bed and fed him plenty of food and water until I had a chance to drive out there (Alabama to New Mexico) to pick him up.

 

It was love at first hold. This little baby snared my heart, and I like to think he fell completely in love with me, too, as he had previously clawed my poor best friend in the face, twice.

 

So the long drive home, only one peepee accident and he was safe in his new environment. I named him Spencer Lee. He has an uncanny resemblance to Fat Cat. Both being RagDolls. His temperament is super sweet to his new momma cat. (me)

Here’s a quick shot of Jeff playing handsies with Spencer. Jeff was the first to take to him without a lot of fuss.

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Along the way I’ve also fostered in two additional cats. These two have been raised together and are my daughters boyfriends cats. Sid and Siefer. Yes, Final Fantasy nerds unite.

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So now my house is filled with the loving sounds of 6 cats. I love it. Though, when the daughter and her boyfriend move out on their own, I will lose his two cats, and my Quinney, because she has integrated herself into Sid and Siefers little pack, and I’ve hate to separate them.

 

Its okay, I’ll go to the shelter and adopt MOAR cats. ~grins~

 

So, there is the update on the kittehs.

Now on to my back troubles.

I went in and had six injections to the lower left side of my spine and combined that with pool therapy. I was pain-free for a good 2.5 – 3 weeks. Then the pain returned and is holding at a 9/10 on the pain scale. HOWEVER…I also fired my back surgeon. Why, you may ask? For sheer rudeness.

I am a patient woman, come on, look at me, I have six cats. But…please dont ask me to show up at 8am, then not call me back to the exam room until 9:30am, and by 10:30am I STILL have not seen the doc. That’s unprofessional. And this was an appointment only day, no other surgeries or emergencies to come up. I heard him with a patient in the next room, got my hopes in line after the nurse said I was next, then didn’t hear another word.

I walked to the nurses station, smiled, expressed my irritation and kindly asked the nurse to please tell the doctor he was fired. I also stopped the pool therapy.

So, I think from this time on, I will just bear with the pain as I have done with for the last twenty years, letting my regular family practice doc handle my pain management the best she can.

 

Onto my work with the Dothan Library. I had volunteered to give some Creative Writing classes. With the library heads we came up with a course that covers a different topic a month, over the next 6 months.

The first was held just last Saturday, aptly named Creative Writing 101: Plot, Structure and Outlining. It was great. I WAS SO NERVOUS. I expected about 10 people. 9 were in attendance. I gave my apologies for being a bit flustered in the beginning, not being a public speaker and all. This group really made me feel comfortable.

 

So next month will be great. I plan on covering characters, development, scenes and possibly dialogue, if we have time, or that will be carried over to the next class.

 

I will say, by the time the 3 hour class was over, I needed a drink to unwind. My friend Stephanie met me at a local Mexican restaurant where I proceeded to indulge in a half-pitcher of margaritas on the rocks and nachos…lol.

 

So that brings us to now. And for your enjoyment, I am going to throw in some extra picture of Spencer.

 

You can all thank Patricia on Twitter for giving me the virtual kick in the pants last night on updating, FINALLY. Now I have no more excuses for delays other than getting mauled by kittehs.

 

Best sweet, my darlings!

 


November 2016 Day 28

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It’s been a busy morning, and I have worked on my NaNo writing, but I’m not finished yet. However, my brains needed a break from the novel. So I took myself to Hobby Lobby and picked up a few things. Mainly some upholstery fabric for my office chair (I hate the leather feel, so I got a lovely quilted fabric) and some things needed for the project.

 

I have other things going on inside of this brain of mine. More story ideas. Mostly short stories. I’m jot the ideas down and that will give me something to toy with when the mood strikes.

 

 

So on to today’s BlogHer prompt:

Nov. 28: What was your most precious possession when you were a kid?

 

When I was little, I had this large stuffed animal. It was a lamb. I used it as a pillow, and kept it very safe in my room. Of course, her name was Lamb chop. I know, how original. Come on, I was like, four years old. However, I kept that same silly lamb all the way into my early teens until after many fix- ups and stitches the poor lamb needed that it just disintegrated. I have never seen another lamb quite like it. Not for the massive size it was. I don’t even know where my mom had gotten, because when you are four and presented with a lamb that’s as big as you are, you just don’t question it. You love and cuddle it.

 

Now, as an adult, I have…oddities. So many. I can’t pick a favorite. I rotate them out, sometimes buying more when something truly captivating catches my weird eye. Living Dead Dolls, homemade voodoo dolls from New Orleans, voodoo dolls I’ve made myself. Then there are my Walking Dead figures and my Pacific Rim Jaeger’s – Gypsy Danger being my favorite, of course. My skeletal animals. Candles galore. We won’t start on my coffee mug collection.

 

There is one constant in all my oddities that never leaves the edge of my desk however. That would be Edgar Allen Poe. He’s a rather tall figure, and off course, he’s a bobble head. At his feet is his ever-present raven. I give him a poke now and then and he kindly gives me a nod of approval.

 

The eccentricities go on and on…I have nearly a whole room full of boxes of stuff.

 

 

So there we have it!


November 2016 Day 24

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No NaNo word count yet, too many things going on this morning. Cooking, watching TV…drinking. YES, THERE…I ADMIT IT! I am aiming to get a little tipsy by this evening, logging into one of my RP Games, and doing some RP writing. I have taken most of the month away from my characters and their respective significant others, so now they all deserve to be let out of the box and enjoy a day with their loved ones. I know, I’m weird. My characters in my RP worlds are precious to me.

 

So, on to todays BlogHer prompt:

 Nov. 24: Have you ever rage-quit a job?

 

Yes, I have rage quit one job. I would do it again, as well.

 

You see, I used to work as a night auditor for a hotel in the local area. My daughter was only 4 at the time. These people would abuse the fact that I needed money (which subsequently all went into someone to keep my daughter for me).

 

Here is what my typical schedule would look like.

Day 1

11pm – 7am

3pm- 11pm

 

Day 2

7am-3pm

11pm-7am

 

Sometimes, I didn’t even get hours off between shifts. I would work one drastically long shift from 11pm to 3pm. BUT…these people would not give me 40 hours a week, so no overtime, and no benefits. Just me, exhausted. Did I mention I was only making minimum wage as well?

 

So my boiling point came at the holidays. They knew I was a single mom. All other employees were much old; their kids lived half way across the country and had no grant plans for holiday events.

 

Not a single person would volunteer to take my shifts so I could be with my daughter, or even just have a decent break and catch my breath.

 

So, I didn’t exactly rage out. I sent a letter to corporate, and that same morning, I gave a sort of nasty note to management and my fellow employees telling them all to enjoy rushing to cover my shifts because I quit. When management came in, read the note, they panicked, and I smiled and walked out the door, never to go back.

 

I got on with a new job shortly after that left me working with ideal hours. M-F, 8am-5pm.

 

So, only one job really got under my skin. And I rectified that. Do I feel bad? Hell no. That place was toxic for me at that time in my life, and my daughter needed me more.

 

Well, you all have a great holiday weekend! Watch out for the Black Friday Sales or do like me and order all the things online and drink all the alcohol!


November 2016 Day 23

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I have been out of the house all day, hence the late posting and no NaNoWriMo word count. I’ll have to work on that tonight. Today I ran errands everywhere. Even down to the next town, which is about 40-45 minutes away.

 

 

So I’m keeping the blogging to a minimum today. Sorry folks. L

 

 

 

Now to BlogHers prompt for today:

Nov. 23: What’s the weirdest/grossest thing your pet has ever done?

 

 

Jeffrey Jones. I don’t know what makes him do it, but he loves just SHOVING his nose in the girls butts. I’m talking aggressive shoving. AND THEY LET HIM!! They just stand there and are like ‘okay, dude, whatever floats your boat.’

 

 

And Jeffrey is fixed. He has never even sprayed. I don’t think he’s aware that he can!

 

 

He’s just weird.

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November 2016 Day 22

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No NaNo count yet…my creative juices just DO NOT want to flow today. Plus, being in pain is kind of distracting. So, I’ll work on my NaNoWriMo later.

 

 

On to todays BlogHer prompt:

 

Nov. 22: What TV show are you obsessed with? Share 10 reasons it’s better than the other shows.

 

 

Just one? JUST ONE? Nope, not fair. I hate being asked to list just ONE favorite of anything, because I just don’t think that way. So, you’ll get a list of my favorites, and not quite 10 reasons why.

 

 

Here we go:

 

 

  1. The Walking Dead :
  • A – HELLO… end of the world as we know it drama. Dead things to poke with a stick! Danger, drama, in-fighting!
  •               B – Daryl Dixon anyone? Negan? Come on…hawtness.
  • C – Watching zombies age. Seriously, if you have watched since season one; they have become        skinnier and more brittle.
  • D – Carl. Watching him grow from little snot nosed brat to big snot nosed brat who can kick your     ass. Nice one.
  •               E – Plain old people are more of a threat than the dead things.
  •               F – Mysterious lawn mowing. Serious, who is going around cutting everyones lawn?
  •  G – Gasoline. People…gasoline has a shelf life. At this point, with how they have aged Judith, that shelf life has expired.
  • H – Rick Grime and Michonne anyone?
  • I – Michonne and her sword anyone?
  • J – Michonnes sword anyone?

 

 

  1. Vikings :
  • They’re Vikings!
  • Hot Vikings
  • Tyranny
  • Plundering
  • Lovely duels of wit – from Vikings
  • Pillaging
  • Shield Maidens! Kick ass!

 

 

 

  1. Supernatural :
  • Do I even need to list all the awesomeness that is this show?

 

 

  1. Daredevil :
  • Again, too many reasons. Most importantly though: The Punisher.

 

 

 

That about wraps up what I watch on a regular basis. I like American Horror Story, but will admit to being in and out with it. I don’t watch weekly, I just sort of binge when I feel like it. I don’t know how I feel about this season yet. Didn’t care for last or Circus. Coven was okay. The first season was undoubtedly the best.

 

 

So there you have it.

 

 

Be Sweet, my lovelies…


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