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My Two Cents About NaNoWriMo

Yes, yet another post about NaNoWriMo. I’m sure most of you that aren’t participating in this ultimate write ¬†fest are a little sick of hearing about it. ūüôā ¬†But be prepared to hear lots more while the ones that are doing NaNo write about our woes and triumphs for the whole month of November.

For those few who don’t know what NaNoWriMo is let me explain. It is, as stated before, a write fest. Starting November 1 to the end of the month every one who joined will be trying to write 50,ooo words that month! Yes, 50,000 words! Break it down and it’s 1667 words a day. Which for me doesn’t seem quite as scary. What’s in it for the writer you ask? Well, for one we get to write 50,000 words in one month! Also, hopefully we get a book out of it. There will be no editing during this writing process, we just won’t have the time for that. After it is all done, and with a lot of editing we just might get that book. Here’s hoping. Also, if we do the 50,000 words we get a certificate saying we did it! We can post it on our websites or blogs for bragging purposes. Believe me it will be worth bragging about!

Now, I might be naive in a lot of things ¬†about writing, but not about having a great finished book on December 1. This is going to be a really rough draft of the book. I can not state rough enough! There is no way possible it will be ready for someone else to read! What I will have is a 50,o00 word draft that I can edit the hell out of. It’s more then I have now.



This will be my first year of attempting the feat. Am I nervous? Surprisingly no. I’m not. Either I’m naive or stupid! Nah, I just use my power of positive thinking. I picture myself accomplishing it and that helps a lot in keeping the nerves down to a bare minimum. I just hope it stays that way. Although, I’m thinking during the month I will be too damn busy to worry! We shall see.

Weeks ago when I decided to sign myself up for this, I had decided on what story I was going to try to write 50,000 words about. You, my dear readers have gotten a glimpse of this story. It is called “The Key“. After much deep thought, I decided to go with one I had slightly started all ready. This story and the characters grabbed my imagination and ¬†I thought I could go far with them. Is having written basically the first chapter cheating? I don’t think so and I’ll explain why.

Most writers do a whole lot of what I call fore play on what they will be writing. They do research, outlines, character building, things of that sort. They plan things out. I don’t. Again maybe I’m stupid. But I’m a complete ‘pantser’. I write as I go. I make very little outlines. I do have a small notebook by my computer and I put down the characters names, ages, and quirks. Truthfully, the only reason I write these things down is so I will remember them farther on down the line in the book. It’s not for everyone. But it works for me. It’s just how I roll.

I let my characters write the story. It is after all their story! I have tried in the past doing outlines, but I never seem to stick to them and for me it takes the fun out of writing. My characters never fail to surprise me!

I will keep you posted about my progress with maybe snippets of the book during the month of November.

Would that be something you as readers would be interested in? Let me know.

I will try to do postings at least a few times a week. Depends on how tired my fingers get from typing. ha!

I also have other exciting news from NaNo, but will wait a bit more before revealing it. I don’t want to jinx it! Hopefully it will turn out the way I want it to! Wish me luck in my quest, I would keep my fingers crossed but will need them for writing!


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Weekly Writing Challenge ~ I Wish I Were

This weeks writing challenge from the Daily Post is “I Wish I Were”. We are to finish the sentence …..I Wish I were…..

I wish I were a better writer, so that I could say in words all the dreams, thoughts and pictures in my mind. They are beautiful. But I never seem to get the words right. How can I tell you about the bright reds of my dream trees? The sunshine a brilliant yellow that glows with happiness.

If I were a better writer I could tell you about characters in ways that would make you think you were by their sides in each adventure. I could paint my word pictures with the hues of the rainbow, each chapter being another layer of color one upon the other.

My words could convey the heart thumping fears of the unknown. The shivers of suspense that builds in each small word. The colors themselves would not be on the page, but in your mind, playing your imagination like a well tuned violin. Each letter a note  of wonderful music gently strumming your nerve ends in tingling melodies.

I wish I were a better writer so that you my readers could see what I try to write with each sentence, each paragraph, each page  of my thoughts. Not only would the stories grow with light and beauty, or dark with shadows. Each story would show you the tiny piece of my soul that went into the writings.

I Wish I were a better writer of dreams so all of you could see my world of words.

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A Halloween Party ~ A Short Story

Halloween once more. Angela checked out the decorations one more time to make sure it all looked as she wanted. She gave a little dance around the room, her long dress swirling in the air. How she loved Halloween! The colors, the fun! She looked forward to this day every year!

She stopped her twirling in the middle of the room. She glanced over the long table that was set for the feast. It was her tradition to give a feast first, where her guests could eat and share stories and laughter. Then they would have dancing and drinks to cool them off from it all. The table was set perfectly, as always. The candles were lit and flickered merrily away. The food was looking good enough to be in one of those glossy magazines . The smells wafting upwards were tantalizing. Soon her guests would be coming in to sit at the table and eat, drink and laugh or shudder at the stories being told around the long table.

courtesy of Rhinelander Mansion

Angela had been having these Halloween parties for, well forever! It was  by far her favorite holiday. On this day she could be herself and have all her friends over for lots of fun. She was always sorry when it had to end. She wished this day would come more than once a year. She gave herself a little shake, and decided today was not a day to be sad. She would be happy with what she had tonight!

She glanced at the large grandfather clock set against one wall and saw it was one minute to midnight. One minute left before her guests arrived! She gave another twirl around the room and then opened  the double doors of the room so her guests could drift in and seat themselves at the feast table.

The hundreds of candles danced in the slight breeze as the guests began to arrive exactly as the grandfather clock began to chime 12 times. At each dong another guest made their entrance into the great dining hall. Angela greeted each one with a curtsy and a small kiss on the cheek. She loved her guests like family.

They got together every year at Halloween. The guest list rarely changed except to add one or two new guests every now and then. Angela loved to have her guests come and enjoy themselves once a year. She sat at the head of the table and smiled . She picked up a small spoon and rapped it gently on her wine glass. Ting, ting, ting. The room became quiet as each guest turned their heads towards the hostess.

An early 20th century Hallowe'en greeting card
An early 20th century Hallowe’en greeting card (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Welcome everyone! I’m so glad to have each and every one of you here again for my party!” Angela said.

There was a collective of “I’m glad as always to be here” said from the guests around the table.

“I do hope you all have a wonderful time. And please feel free as always to share some of your great stories with us. We never tire of hearing them.” With that, she nodded her head at her guests and smiled.

Angela watched as her guests helped themselves to the feast. Soon she knew from past parties that each guest would take their turn in telling a story and entertaining them all. She looked at each of her guests and smiled to herself. She had to admit, she gave great parties.

Dracula (first edition cover), Bram Stoker's v...
Dracula (first edition cover), Bram Stoker’s vampiric novel, a reference for gaslight fantasy literature. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

First, there was¬†Bram Stoker on her immediate left. She loved the story of Dracula which he wrote. Such visuals, it gave her chills each time she heard it. Then her next guest,¬†Robert Louis Stevenson. Ah, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,¬†a story with a twist. She shuddered with delight. Then on Angela’s other side,¬†¬†H.P. Lovecraft, a gifted storyteller. The Dunwich Horror¬†a true classic. Then down the table she spotted a newer guest,¬†Ira Levin, his story Rosemary’s Baby always sent chills down her spine.

Algernon Blackwood
Algernon Blackwood (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Next to Ira, was the newest member of the guest list,¬†Ray Bradbury a truly gifted writer. His story Something Wicked This Way Comes¬†was a new favorite of hers. Then she glanced at¬†Shirley Jackson, one of the few women guests, but none the less a great writer, her¬†The Haunting of Hill House¬†was a story worth reading.¬†Algernon Blackwood she noticed was telling a great short story to Shirley. He did love his short stories, they were a bit strange, but then her guests enjoyed them and so did she. His collection gathered in ‘The Willows” was a favorite ¬†of many of her guests, also of hers.

Further down the table, she spotted¬†Arthur Conan Doyle, Angela had read all of his mystery novels and short stories. Mr. Doyles’ ,The Hound of the Baskervilles is still one of her favorite books. Another author that Angela loved was talking to¬†Dashiell Hammett, author of ‘The Thin Man” series.¬†Agatha Christie seemed to be enjoying her conversation with Mr. Hammett, Angela thought. Ms. Christie was a dignified woman whom Angela always enjoyed reading. Her story¬†Murder on the Orient Express always pleases.

Another favorite guest was¬†¬†Raymond Chandler, he always was delighted when asked to share snippets of his book¬†Farewell, My Lovely,¬†with other guests. She heard a tinkling laugh from her guest¬†Daphne du Maurier. Such a beautiful woman and very talented also. Her novel ‘Rebecca’ will always be a¬†riveting story.

Angela sighed with happiness. Her annual Halloween party was always the highlight of the year. So much talent in one room. All the guests enjoying each other and sharing bits and pieces of their famous works of literature. This has always been the most favorite day of the year for Angela and her guests.

Next year possibly another guest would be added to the list. Angela would have to wait and see. Soon this night would be over and once again the party would fade, including herself and her guests. But they would rejoin next year for a few short hours when the veil of living and dead grew thin. They would have their party and their conversations. They would laugh and dance once more.





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Hello everyone! Today I’m trying something just a little different. It’s called Friday Fictioneers by¬†Rachel Wisoff-Fields. It’s where you write a 100 word story on a picture prompt. Well, it doesn’t have to be a story, it could also be a poem, or anything you want. Also, no one will yell at you or anything if you go slightly over the 100 words. This will be my first time trying it, but it sounds like great fun and gets the old creative juices flowing. Hope you enjoy!

This is the photo prompt for today.



Another Day

She finished eating her lunch. Drank her iced tea and wondered what tomorrow would be like. Then she just sighed. She knew what tomorrow would be like. It will be like today, yesterday and every other day before that. It never changed. The same every single damn day. She was so tired, so bored with life.

Another day she vowed to herself things would change. SHE would change. She would go out and do something exciting! She promised herself she would! She poured more sugar in her ice tea and stared out the window.

Another day passed her by. Another day gone.


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreign

This weeks photo challenge is Foreign.

Foreign. While foreign (rightly so) often brings up images of things outside of your own nation, it can also apply to things outside of or different from your normal environment, or even something which is out of place in general.

My picture is one I took Tuesday morning after we got over a foot of snow. It was my backyard and the trees were first covered with ice, then snow. It reminded me of a Foreign land or world. Hope you enjoy!

(click on picture to enlarge, it’s even better that way!)


A strange Foreign World of Frost

























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Halloween Urban Legends

I love Halloween, or Hallowe’en , All Hallows Evening. I enjoy the costumes, the imagination that comes into play. It’s just good fun. And who doesn’t like to be scared, right? Well, I don’t particularly like to be scared witless, but some do.

Most scholars believe that All Hallows’ Eve was originally influenced by western European¬†harvest festivals¬†and¬†festivals of the dead¬†with¬†pagan¬†roots, particularly the¬†Celtic¬†Samhain.¬†Others maintain that it originated independently of Samhain.

Typical festive Halloween activities include¬†trick-or-treating¬†(also known as “guising”), attending¬†costume¬†parties, carving¬†pumpkins¬†into¬†jack-o’-lanterns, lighting¬†bonfires,¬†apple bobbing, visiting¬†haunted attractions, playing¬†pranks, telling scary stories, and watching¬†horror films. All fun stuff!

I’m not very good at telling scary stories. So I thought it would be fun to find some Urban legend stories that are supposedly true. This is what I found.

The Myth:
A prop at a carnival was discovered not to be made of the usual combination of papier mache and carni spit, but human skin and bone. All the little kiddies at the haunted house had been poking and giggling at a real, mummified dead body.

The Truth:
Apparently the smell wasn’t just coming from the convict manning the corndog stand. Back in 1976, a camera crew filming an episode of The Six Million Dollar Man began to set up in the haunted house at the Nu-Pike Amusement Park in Long Beach, Calif.

As they were moving aside a “hanging man” prop, they accidentally knocked off its arm and discovered human bones inside. Bionic, this poor sap wasn‚Äôt.

The story gets stranger. The body was actually that of criminal mastermind Elmer McCurdy, who was killed in a shootout after robbing a train in 1911. The princely sum old Elmer got killed for? $46 (and two jugs of whiskey).

McCurdy was embalmed by the local undertaker, and apparently the guy was so darn pleased with his work that he propped up the corpse in the funeral home as evidence of his skills. People were charged 5 cents to see the corpse, which they paid by dropping a nickel in the cadaver’s mouth.

Think it can‚Äôt get any stranger? Oh, you na√Įve fool. After several years of raking in the nickels (how exactly these coins were retrieved after being dropped into the corpse‚Äôs mouth is something probably best left to the imagination) our enterprising undertaker‚Äôs scheme was ruined when McCurdy’s brothers showed up to claim him. Of course, these guys weren‚Äôt his brothers at all, but wily carnival promoters. From that point on, McCurdy‚Äôs mummy went on a morbid mystery tour all around America, popping up at carnivals all over the country before finally coming to rest in Long Beach.

McCurdy is now buried in Oklahoma. Because McCurdy apparently had the most entertaining corpse in history, they prevented anyone else from taking him on tour by dumping concrete on top of the casket.

Read more: The 5 Creepiest Urban Legends (That Happen to be True) |


This is the legend of the haunted “Ghost Tracks” in San Antonio, Texas. The story is that in the early 1930’s or ’40’s, there was a school bus carrying kids, making it’s route and dropping them off after school. When the bus was going uphill over some railroad tracks, it stalled. Suddenly, a train, going too fast, crashed into the bus, killing all of the passengers.

While the ghost tracks is known to be the place to go on Halloween, it’s visited by regular folks on any day of the week. If you park your vehicle fifty yards away from the tracks, place it in neutral and turn off the engine, your vehicle will roll up and over the tracks.

It is said that the spirits of the kids who died on the bus push the cars away from the train tracks so the passengers don’t experience the same fate. Legend has it that if you put powder on the back of your vehicle, you can clearly see small handprints in it, after the vehicle is pushed.

Another creepy thing is that the roads near the railroad tracks are named after the children who died in the accident. The ghost tracks are on Shane Road. There’s also Cindy Sue, Bobbi Allen, Richey Otis, Laura Lee Way, and Nancy Carole.


A teenage girl, popular, rich, and happy, was walking through a store with her mom and saw a beautiful porcelain doll, which would look great with her collection. She demanded that her mother buy it for her. He mother agreed and got it for her.

As soon as the girl returned home, she unpacked the doll and set it on a stand above her bed. She then left her room and went out with her friends. When she got home, it was late and she was tired. She went to her room, put on her pajama’s, and tucked herself into bed.

When she woke up the next morning, she saw a note attached to the lamp beside her bed. It was from her mother, telling her they’d be out of town until next Sunday. She yawned and noticed that her cheek was sore, but she didn’t pay much attention to it. She got dressed and went to school.

This went on for a few days until she woke up and her cheek was extremely sore. She decided she’d check it out in a minute or two, then went about her room to pick out what she would wear. She finally decided and walked over to her full body mirror and noticed a large, ugly lump on her cheek.

Figuring it was a pimple, she squeezed it, and felt something moving. All of the sudden, spiders began pulling themselves out of the lump. She screamed, but since there was no one home in her huge house, nobody heard her. She tore at the spiders but there were millions… and she died of the poison in their bites.

Apparently… there was a nest of spiders in the porcelain doll she’d gotten.


Black Aggie

A Maryland Ghost Story

retold by

S. E. Schlosser

When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren’t careful.

It didn’t take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue – nicknamed Black Aggie – was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue’s eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie’s name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.

People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. “Black Aggie” sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.

One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.

What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue’s arms reached out toward the cowering boy.

With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.

Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.

The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.


In my research of Halloween stuff I thought it would be appropriate to include some costumes and props ¬†that would help make your Halloween night a true scary treat! So I’ve included the pictures through out my post. All pictures are from¬†



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A Few Feel Good Things To Do

Sometimes when I feel down or need a pick me up, I have a list of things I choose from to do for myself or others that make me feel better. We all need a few things to make us feel good again. We all have our moments of sadness or loneliness or just need something that makes us smile again. Here are a few suggestions I put together to help with those feel good moments. Hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

Maybe you can even add to the list! Have any suggestions that works for you and  would work for other people? Add them in the comment section please! If the list grows long enough we can always  have something nearby to help with those moments when we need a pick up!

1. Email a close friend or family member you haven’t spoken to in a while and reconnect with them.

2.¬†In our ever-expanding digital world, everyone enjoys getting some ‚Äėreal‚Äô mail.¬† So take a few minutes and send a paper greeting card directly to a friend or relative by using¬†enGreet¬†or¬†American Greetings. (this is one of my favorite things to do. Just imagine the smile on a friend or relatives face when they receive a ‘real’ card or short letter.)

3. Inspire and spark your creative mind by looking at a rolling slideshow of the highest rated photos on Flickr from the past 7 days. (this one is sure to please!)

4. Add the gentle sound of rain to your environment using and then simply meditate and relax for a few minutes. (I do this when I need a few minutes down time or need to refocus on a story.)

5. Support a good cause for free at or donate a few bucks to a good cause via GoFundMe. A sure fire way to feel good again. How can you not after helping someone for free?

6.¬†Listen to good music, or find a new musical artist to listen to based on music you like at¬†Grooveshark, ¬†Pandora,¬†Spotify,¬†, or¬†Deezer¬†(international). I love music of all kinds. I have some on my ipod that I don’t understand the language it is sung in, but the music ¬†and the voice makes it all worth while and I don’t need to understand the words to make it special.

7. Start reading a classic book online for free at Project Gutenberg, The Online Books Page, Gizmo’s Free Books Online, or the E-books Directory.

8. Create a cool graphical mind map of some of your recent ideas at, Mindomo, or Mindmeister. This is always fun to do and might just solidify some of those scattered thoughts we all have.

9.¬†Spend a few minutes watching the sunset with someone you care about.¬† Nothing more is needed.¬† Just sit still and take in the natural beauty of the sky, and appreciate being able to share it with someone special. Sometimes it’s hard to be with that special someone just at the time the sun is setting, but that’s okay, imagine that special person there with you and I guarantee it will make you feel good. I do it.

10. Keep track of the things you’re grateful for.  You can’t help but feel good when you literally count your blessings.  Start a gratitude journal and express your thanks on a daily basis.

11.¬†Get your body moving and your blood circulating.¬† Jump, shake, twist and spin around.¬† Let yourself feel the joy of moving to your favorite music, or just the sounds in your head.¬† Run, walk, and bike to your heart‚Äôs content. I personally dance around the house a lot. ha! And no, there will be no pictures! ūüėČ

12. Stop to help someone.  In life, you get what you put in.  When you make a positive impact in someone else’s life, you also make a positive impact in your own life.  So the next time you see someone pulled over with a flat tire, or in need of a few minutes of assistance, stop and ask how you can help.


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A Conversation With a Telemarketer

Exciting title right? Yeah, I know. But, this wasn’t just a run of the mill conversation. I had fun with him. Really I did. It happened several years ago and I’m not sure why I remembered it just as I was going to sleep last night. It was strange, I didn’t even get a telemarketing call yesterday. So I have no idea what made me remember it so clearly. Anyhoo, several years ago I had this conversation with a telemarketer.

Let me set it up first, okay. Number one, I have a soft voice. Back when this happened my voice sounded very young on the phone. I used to get teased by my family and friends all the time. I just plain sounded like a little girl. A very young little girl. Used to drive me crazy. Every once in a while it still happens to me. But that day it happened three times! People would call and when I answered they wanted to speak to an ‘adult’. To my Mother or Father.

I was living on my own and it was my phone that they called. The first two times it happened I had to explain to them that I was the adult. Now, the first two callers weren’t telemarketers. They were business people who truly wanted to talk to me. Just my voice sounded so young they had to be convinced I was who I said I was. Which was getting very frustrating by the time the telemarketer called. Which is my excuse for doing what I did. I was frustrated. So, here is how the conversation went.

Ring, Ring


“Hello, this is blablablabla, I would like to talk to the adult in the house.”

“Who do you want to talk to?”

“Is there an adult there I can talk to young lady?”

**This is when that evil little imp jumped on my shoulder and started telling me what to say**

“Mama’s busy.”

“Is your daddy there?”

“Daddy went to work.”

“Can you ask your mother to come to the phone?”

“No, she’ll get mad. She always said that when one of my uncles was there not to bother her.”

“You’re uncle is there? Where are they? Can I talk to one of them?”

“They are in Mama’s bedroom. I’m not suppose to go in there when the door is closed.”

“Your mother and uncle are in the bedroom?”

“uh huh”

*There was a hesitation then. I was trying really hard not to laugh out loud in the phone, or my gig was up!*

“How old are you young lady?”

“I’m five!”

“You’re five? And you’re alone?”

“I’m not alone! Mama and Uncle Charlie is in Mama’s bedroom! I can hear ’em. They is making noises in there. Mama says they play games in there.”

*Another hesitation*

“Do you know how to call your daddy at work?”

“I can’t. Daddy don’t like it.”

“Maybe you should call him. Can you do that?”

“No! He and mama both gets mad if I play with the phone.”

Do you have many uncles?”

“Oh yes! I got lots and lots of uncles. Some even give me presents ¬†or candy! They tell me it’s our little secret and not to tell daddy.”

“Um, do all your uncles go into the bedroom with your Mother?”

“Uh huh, they all like to play games in there. But Mama says it’s grown up games and not for little girls.”

“She leaves you all alone while she plays with your uncles?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay, I got my toys to play with.”

“Can you tell me your address? Where you live?”

“I dunno.”

“Do you know your address?”

“uh huh”

“Tell me your address then. I tell you what, you want another present? Tell me your address and I’ll give you a present.”


“Oh yes, wouldn’t you want a present?”

**Now by this time I am really cracking up. I am having a hard time not laughing in the phone. I’m not sure if this guy wants to report ‘mama’ to the police or come over for a visit!**

“I like presents. Their fun.”

“Well tell me your address and I promise I will get you the best present a little girl could want!”

“Wellllll okay.”

And then I proceeded to give him my ex husbands address. I know, I know. That was really mean of me! I sure in hell wasn’t going to give him mine! Oh my, I laughed on and off all day after that conversation. I often wondered if he reported it to the police or went to visit my ex. Hahaha, guess I will never know. All though I never got a return phone call from that particular firm that he was representing. Hehehe.







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Weekly Photo Challenge ~ Silhouette ~

I’m not a photographer by any stretch of the imagination. But I’m beginning to really enjoy these weekly challenges from WordPress Daily Post. They are a lot of fun and makes me use the old gray matter. Here’s my contribution to this weeks photo challenge, Silhouette. I took this out my back patio door a little while back. I thought it was breathtaking. Mother Nature at one of her finest moments. Hope you enjoy!


from my back patio
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Keeping Up With Time

I love quotes. I love poems. I’m not a poet, as you might realize if you read my one time poem. ūüėČ

Today my mind is a bit fuzzy. I can’t seem to concentrate on one thing for too long. So I thought I would share a few of my favorite quotes or short poems on the topic of “time”. It’s one thing I never seem to have enough of. Or maybe I don’t use it wisely. But for whatever reason time seems to have gotten away from me today. Again.














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The Four Agreements ~ Toltec tradition ~

This post is different from any of my other postings. It even, if you really stretch it, might be a bit controversial. One thing it is NOT is religious. So please don’t even go there. We all have personal beliefs and I deeply respect that.

Part of my ancestry is Native American. Yes, American Indian. The other part is German. But today I am going to touch on my Native American part. (Here in Canada they prefer Canadian Aboriginal)

My parents let us four kids grow up to believe the way we wanted to. They felt we should explore all religions and find our own place. Or not, as my Dad was Atheist. My mom believes her own way as each of us siblings do. I’m really not sure what my siblings believe or even if they ¬†believe in anything. We aren’t close enough to talk about it.

As for me. I’m not religious. I prefer more of my Indian ancestors way of thinking. With a bit of other stuff mixed in. It works for me. Today though I’m going to talk about the Toltec tradition. Some of you may have heard about it through Oprah. Yeah, that Oprah. I’ve heard of it, because I’m always interested in stuff like this. If you don’t have any idea what I’m talking about let me try to explain it. Then I’ll get into “The Four Agreements.”

The Toltecs were an ancient group of scientists and artists that was formed to explore and preserve the practices and spiritual knowledge of the ancient ones. It is not a religion, but a way of life that embraces spirit and honors all the spiritual masters who have taught on the earth. Toltec wisdom arises from the same essential unity of truth as other sacred esoteric traditions that are found all over the world. Basically, it’s just plain old common sense and respect. It is very close to what the American Indian believes. Love your world, love your people, respect both, and don’t expect things to be given to you on a silver platter. ¬†(I added that last part myself)

The Toltec speak of the Mitote of the mind. The Mitote is the symphony of voices that seem to clamor for your attention ‚Äď the preconceived notions, opinions, thoughts, and ideas that constantly whirl in your mind. Beyond that endless noise is a place of peace. There are several books out there that can explain things a lot better than me.

The Toltec Way by Susan Gregg

The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom by Miguel Ruiz

Both are great books to read and great books to study if you want to find inner peace. I highly recommend them. It doesn’t make any difference what religious affiliate you belong to. These books transcend them.

The Four Agreements:

Be impeccable with your word: Always say what you mean. Speak with¬†integrity. Don’t gossip and don’t put yourself down. Speak with love, truth and kindness.

Don’t take anything personally: What someone else does is NOT because of you. They made a choice. What others say and do has nothing to do with you. They are the owners of their own words and deeds and when you accept that, and become immune to others deeds and words you won’t become the victim of needless suffering and hurt.

Don’t make assumptions:¬†Don’t be afraid to ask questions or to say what you really want. Talk to others in a clear and concise manner, it avoids misunderstandings, drama and sadness. This alone can be a life changer.

Always do your best: Your best is always going to change. Sometimes daily. Sometimes several times IN a day. Whether you are sick or well, tired or rested. Whatever the circumstance, do your best for that moment and avoid self-judgement, self-abuse and regret.

I’ve been through a lot in my life. From abuse when I was a child (no, not my parents). To abuse in a marriage. I’ve had my years of regret and self-judgement ¬†till I was so deep into a depression I briefly thought of suicide. I crawled myself out of the deep dark hole never to return again.

When I found the Toltec Tradition it resounded so deeply inside of me that I became a different person. I started to hold my head up high and believe in myself. I’ve had friends ask me how I survived my earlier years. I tell them I survived because that is what I’m good at. Surviving. But I wanted more. I not only wanted to survive I wanted to LIVE.

My life was not easy. But now my heart and my mind are easy. I am who I am. I’ve accepted that and I’ve grown into that. I wish no harm to anyone, especially those in my past. I forgave them long ago. But more importantly I forgave myself.