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Ten Things of Thankful #50 ~~ My List of Thankfuls

Lizzi over at Considerings and her co-hosts for Ten Things of Thankful are celebrating hitting #50 this weekend! Yay! It’s a wonderful idea that Lizzi came up with. By making the list, especially when you’ve had a tough week, makes you more aware of things in your life you are thankful for.

So please, join us and help celebrate being thankful!

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1. I’m thankful for plans coming together. I have some long-range plans, that I’m not ready to reveal yet, but rest assured they are great!  Things are falling into place and I couldn’t be happier. I love it when a plan comes together.

2. I’m thankful for friends. Best friend, long distance friends, online friends. They make me smile and make me feel loved. I hope I do the same for them.

3. I’m thankful for the warm weather! Finally, here in Alberta we are actually having a spring! It’s been warm and sunny and all the trees are leafed out. I was beginning to wonder if it would ever come. But it’s here and I’m grateful.

4. I’m thankful for blogging friends. I ask for favors and they go out of their way to help me. Can’t ask for better than that! So thank you Michael and Martin for doing that blogging process hop for me, you guys are awesome!

5. I want to thank Lizzi over at Considerings for having the concept of Ten Things of Thankful. Sometimes we need a nudge to think of things to be thankful for and you know what? We can always find something to be thankful for and that’s a good thing. So go over to Lizzi’s place and read some of the awesome posts from all the bloggers who are thankful for something! Maybe even contribute yourself. If you can’t find 10 things I bet you can find at least 5.

6. I am thankful that I have lived in a place where I received an education, even though I am a female. I am doubly thankful that I live in a country where even though being female has its set of problems, I don’t have to be afraid just because I AM a  female. Not like in some places in the world, where if you have read the news 2 sisters were raped and hung just because they were females. Now if that isn’t scary, I don’t know what is. Sure, we have ‘rape culture’, and we have our own set of problems. But these women, girls, females have it much, much worse and I wonder about a world that would let this happen and continue to let this happen this day and age.

7. I’m thankful for modern technology. Computers had made this big old world a lot smaller. The internet is not perfect, but it’s pretty darn close. If I want to learn about something, I look it up. If I want to read a certain book, I find it and buy it, or sometimes get it free! I don’t have to waste time or gas by going to the library to try to find it. I can do it all in the comfort of my office chair and home. How great is that?

8. I’m thankful for people who have that artist’s knack of taking photos. I have been looking online for photos to use as writing prompts and have found some wonderful ones that truly speak to me. These people who take those photos have a creative mind and a wonderful ‘eye’ for what makes great photos. I am so grateful. Makes my writing process so much easier when you have excellent photos to work from.

9. I’m thankful for polite people. It’s amazing how many people are out there that would not say ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ if their life depended on it! Then you encounter some that just make you smile, they are pleasant, polite and have a smile for you. I try to be like that. To everyone. You never know when someone is having a terrible day and a nice smile and thank you could make it so much nicer. Remember people, you might be having a tough day, but there is someone out there who is having it much worse. It takes less energy to smile than to frown. Why not make someone’s day today?

10. Last but certainly not least, I”m thankful for people who love me. They don’t want anything from me, they don’t have hidden agendas, they just love me for who I am. They know who they are. I just want to say thank you for loving me. I love you too.



Now go and think of what YOU are thankful for this weekend! I bet you can come up with some awesome things! Have a wonderful weekend everyone!


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Share Your World – 2014 Week 21

Cee has come through again with 4 great questions this week. Come and join us if you like! Thanks Cee for hosting this shindig every week.




If you could make a 15 second speech to the entire world, what would you say?

Smarten up people! Killing each other is NOT the answer to everything. Try talking, loving, complimenting. We are each our own unique person and that’s all right. That’s the way it should be.

If you could take a photograph, paint a picture or write a story of any place in the world, what and where would it be?

Any place I’ve never been before. Which is a lot of places. Every place has its own beauty, from the desert sands to the rainforest. They all have flora and animals unique to them, as well as people. There are places I’ve always wanted to see, like Australia. But really, I don’t think I could choose just one.

If you had to spend one weekend alone in a single store, but could remove nothing, which store would you pick?

Anyone that reads this blog on any kind of regular basis knows two things about me. My love of coffee and my love of books. I have found a place recently that I would love to visit because of their coffee shop, and just down a bit from it is a fantastic book store! I would have a coffee, sit and savor it, while I watch the goings on inside the cafe. Then I would take  a slow saunter just down the street and visit the bookstore. I’m talking about a place in Cape Town, Africa. It’s called  Truth Coffee.

Exposed metal pipes run across the ceiling, while the cool hangout is littered with ornaments including vintage typewriters, Singer sewing machines and old candlestick telephones

The look of what I read is inspired by the Steampunk craze. Which I love.

Taking pride of place center stage is Professor Jones’s Fabulous Coffee Bean Contraption, an enormous retro-futuristic coffee machine which brings to mind the creations of eccentric inventor Heath Robinson

These are quotes that I took off from a review of the place. You can find it here. Then I would walk down to the bookstore called “The Book Lounge”. It’s an independent bookstore with nightly question and answer sessions and free wine. Now that’s my kind of bookstore!





If you were given a boat or yacht today, what would you name it?  (You an always sell the yacht later)

Let’s Go Do This!!



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Things That I Appreciate Now That I’m Old(er)

The other day I had visitors. A couple and their 3-year-old daughter Jazzy (Jasmine). She’s into asking “what’s that?”, about everything! As younger children are she’s very curious and full of energy. My dog Sam loves her as she is always eating something and is more than willing to share! LOL

But after they left, I sat and thought about her innocence and her curiosity. I thought how I envied her those things and wish sometimes I was that innocent for just a little while. Then I thought about getting older and what I appreciate about that process. The things I’ve learned, seen, felt, done.

It made me feel better actually. I’m aging and that’s ok. I’m probably older than most of my readers think I am. That too is ok. I’ve done a lot in my life. I’ve HAD a life. (Not that I‘m done with living yet! Far from it.) Now it’s Jazzy’s turn and I wish her a life full of adventure, love and learning.

Today’s Daily Post weekly writing challenge is called ‘List Lesson’This week, girl in the hat writer Anna Fonté challenges you to write a list that transcends its orderly or numbered format.

So my ‘list’ is going to be all the things I appreciate now that I am old(er).




Things That I Appreciate Now That I’m Old(er)

The beauty of nature in all its forms
The fluffy white clouds in azure blue skies
Gentle rain on the roof, or thunderstorms
Flowers swaying in a breeze, diamonds in the snow

Quiet times, lazy days, a book in my hands
Music to set my foot tapping, daydreaming
Messages from friends, far away or near
Slowing down enough to appreciate just being

That first cup of coffee, a cold drink of water
A long hot shower, no place to hurry to
Memories of childhood, letting go of anger
Wisdom well-earned, not having to eat peas

Silver in my hair, yes, I even appreciate that
Learning to say no, being out of debt
My father’s wisdom bless his soul, saying thank you
Having time to write or to watch a sunset

Accepting myself as I am, it’s ok to be me
Knowing my mistakes past is just that, in the past
Not caring if my house is a bit dusty
Making decisions on my own

Living this long, there were days when I didn’t think I would
Love, companionship, trust, kisses, holding hands
Poems well written, stories well told
People I’ve come to know in other lands

I appreciate being old(er), when you are young you take
living till you are old for granted, when you reach this age
you no longer take it for granted, you just appreciate having
another day, week, month, year to keep getting older yet.





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Abandoned To The Past


Abandoned To The Past



Children’s laughter floats upon the air
Spun sugar smells linger here and there
Swan boat sits in waters eerily still
It’s paint peeling, reeds growing, at a standstill

Ferris wheel, large circle outlined against the sky
Seats swinging, creaking, a bit cock-eye
Once painted bright colors of all hues
Faded now with rust showing through

I stand upon the rotting pier
Bare trees stand sentinel so austere
I close my eyes against the lambast
A silent tear falls, abandoned to the past.



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“Twist” is filthy with meaning: it’s the unexpected, it’s surprising, it’s even an amazing ice cream choice. What does “twist” mean to you?

This week, share a photo of something that says “twist” to you. It might be that perfect ice cream cone, a yummy bit of licorice, or something unexpected that surprised, shocked, or startled you.

This week’s Photo Challenge is to find the twist in things. Here is mine.


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CC and the Fed ~~~ Chapter Two

Hello dear people! Hope your week went well. If it didn’t, sorry, and don’t worry, it’s the weekend!

Below is Chapter two of my new serial story CC and the Fed. Chapter one can be found here. Please read it if you haven’t all ready. Thank you if you have!

Now on with Chapter Two!




News stories, flash in my mind. Yeah, I remember the deal. Dirk O’Flannery, 36, one of those kind of politicians that make my skin prickly. With a cheesy, white tooth smile, flashing brown eyes and dimpled cheeks. I can see a young, naive chick fallin’ for something like that. I also heard ol‘ Dirk was dirty. Well, hell ain’t most politicians?

My mind also flashed a picture seen somewhere. A young woman, probably only about 22 or so, on ol‘ Dirks arm at some fancy dinner. Petite, blonde, with a putrid, adoring smile plastered on her pretty face for the dirty and now dead politician.

“If she didn’t do it, why is she hiding?”

“She’s scared.”


Fed gave me a cold stare. I wasn’t impressed.  I just gave him stare for stare.

“She called me a couple of days ago.”


I knew I was starting to sound like a damn recording that was stuck on one word. That just made me irritated. The man wasn’t giving me much to work with here. He either wanted his cousin found or not. I didn’t care either way. If she did do the dirty politician in, I’d shake her hand and let her walk away. One less in my opinion is a good thing.

“To tell me she didn’t kill O’Flannery.”

“Why not just call her back and tell her to meet you?”

“I tried, she must have gotten rid of her phone as the signal is dead.”

“Not as dumb as she looks.”

Fed sighed, reached in his jacket pocket and pushed something across the table to me. Glancing down I saw a more recent picture of the girl and a small gadget. I picked it up and took a closer look. I’d heard about these things. Never seen one except in the latest issue of Spies R Us magazine. It was no bigger than my pinky fingernail, made to fit inside the ear where no one could see it. It was both a phone and listening device.

From what I had read, it could be programmed from one to 100 numbers. You activated it by voice. It was programmed for one person’s voice only. They could whisper the name of whom to call, the device would pick it up, call the person and voila! You had communication. It was also a recorder. If you activated the recording part of it, it was able to pick up any noise or conversation within a mile. The person could tell it to delete certain noises, like cars, other people talking, anything really till it zoomed on what you wanted to hear. Really handy to have in my business. But expensive and regulated tightly. By the Feds of course.

I put the gadget back down and grabbed the photo. Yeah, that was the face I saw in the news. Still looked young, but perhaps not as naive as she used to be. Sad. That’s how she looked here. It also looked like it was taken by a satellite device. Probably Feds again.

I looked at Fed. He looked back. Neither one wanted to give an inch. Something about him still gave me vibes. Not good ones either.

Shit, I was going to take the case. I hated when I went against my better judgement. I was doing it my way though. And not with some fancy gadget that probably tracked everything I said and did. This is one chick who isn’t naive. Or stupid. Most days anyway.

“Keep your toy.”

“Take it, you can stay in contact with me. It’s all ready programmed for your voice.”

“I got my own toys. I know how to contact you.”

His eyes looked like chipped ice. Slowly he pushed the gadget back toward me. I saw Tiny out of the corner of my eye reach for his bat and start to come around the bar. I waved him back, never taking my eyes off Fed.

I slowly picked the gadget up between two fingers. I didn’t even blink. My hand hovered between him and me. I stood.

Taking one step, I was next to Fed. I dropped the gadget in what was left of his beer.

“You’re not her cousin. Nor her friend. You can’t find her. I can.”

Fed grabbed my wrist. Hard. It was going to leave a damn bruise. I didn’t flinch.

“You work for me or stay out of it.”

“Can’t now. Not working for you either.”

Growling deep, Fed put more pressure on my wrist. Hurt like hell. Not that I was going to show it.

“Leave it be or you’ll get hurt.”

“You obviously can’t find her. Whether she did it or not, she deserves better than you.”

“What makes you think I’m not her cousin?”

“Here I thought you did your research. Obviously not, but I did. She has no boy cousins, only girls. I looked her up before I got here.”

By now my hand was numb. Damn it. I was going to have to ice the sucker down.

“You might think you’re smart. If you were, you’d work for me, not against me.”

I couldn’t help myself, I baited him. Sometimes I don’t know when to keep my lips shut.

“We’ll see who finds her first. I’m betting I will.”

Fed let go of my wrist. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me rub the circulation back in.

“Then I’ll see you in hell.”

I let out of laugh. Did he really say what I heard? That was so melodramatic, I couldn’t even get my anger back. He sounded like a bad old movie. See you in hell? Seriously?

I stepped back. Smiling still, because I knew it would irritate. I shook my head at him.

“You aren’t even Fed, at least not anymore. Even those losers aren’t that stupid. So you must work for someone else. The O’Flannery family?”

Fed’s cold eyes glanced up at me. I smiled.

“Like I said, I do my research.”

Actually, it was just a shot in the dark guess. I was surprised when it hit the bullseye.

He just shrugged. I walked away. Well, this was getting interesting. Didn’t turn out like I thought. I just have to find a girl whose face is plastered all over the news. Every money hungry grubber is going to want to find her. I had to beat them all. Easy. Not.

I shoved the bar door closed after me. Immediately I stepped into the shadows. A habit I developed years ago. Stood me in good stead now. I heard the bullet hit the bricks next to my head. Dammit, Used to be Fed was pissed and gave someone outside his orders.

Now what the hell have I got myself into?

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The Way and Why of My Writing (#mywritingprocess blog tour)

I have had one dream throughout my lifetime that I have held onto. No matter what life threw at me, no matter how tough things got, I held onto this dream.

I will be a writer some day. A writer of tales. A writer of words that people wanted to read and to which they enjoyed.

I held onto that dream and now, finally, I am starting to live it. I have a couple of short stories published at and have two novels and a memoir in the works. And you know what? It feels fabulous to live my dream!

Life has thrown me some awful stuff, but I’m stubborn and I’m a fighter. So no matter how down I got, no matter how hard things became, no matter how hopeless things looked, I fought back. At this stage of my life most women would be watching their kids become adults, they would be settled into a life and sitting back relaxing. Not me!

I don’t have kids and that’s ok. I am finding new adventures to get into, with my writing and with my life. Things are looking better than they have ever looked before. I’m ready! I’m ready to get things done, to do new things and to have new adventures! Let’s do this!! This is my new motto……. Let’s do this!!

I want to thank my good friend tiny over at for inviting me to #mywritingprocess blog tour. Tiny and I have been through NaMoWriMo together last year, her first year doing it and my second. We both managed to accomplish what we wanted to do with cheering each other on! Tiny even managed to publish a book that came out of NaMoWriMo.

“Confessions of a Rescue Dog” is tiny’s book. It’s a fantastic book full of stories of Bumbles adventures. Bumble is tiny’s pet poodle and he is just one cute, articulate dog! Go over to Tiny’s and say hi to her and Bumbles, you won’t regret it!



What am I working on right now?

I have several projects in the works. Including 2 novels and a memoir. Of course I haven’t finished any of them! I’ve also started a new project, a story in a film noir style of writing.
From as much as I’m writing, it looks like it will turn into a serial story. It’s called CC and the Fed and the first chapter is posted on my blog and can be read here.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I’m not sure it does differ. It’s just ‘my voice’ instead of someone elses. My first novel, “The Key”, is an adventure novel, with a touch of fantasy in it. I’m 2/3 done with it. My second novel, “The Letter”, is a mixture of adventure, romance and revenge. My memoir is of course my story of my life. I have a lot more living to do, so who knows when that will get done.

Why do I write what I do?

Because it’s in me and I need to get it out. Really, it’s just that simple and that complicated. I get a story in my head and that just won’t let me be. It builds and builds till I need to write it down just so it will quiet down. This happens a lot, always has. Once I write it down, it grows, the characters grow and take over, I’m just the writing vessel.

How does my writing process work?

I’m not a disciplined writer. I don’t sit down every single day and write. I find that puts too much pressure on me and I just can’t write that way. I write when the feeling is too strong to ignore. Sometimes it only lasts for days, sometimes it can last for months. Then I need a rest. It’s kind of how I blog too. Some days I just have nothing inside to say. I’m a pantser, all the way. I never plan anything out, I just sit and write and am surprised at how often it’s actually something worth reading.


Now on to introducing two gentlemen who will carry the blog tour on next week. First up is Michael from Morpethroad. In his own words…….

I remember I was writing while in high school and then into College years I wrote and was published in a few different journals and anthologies.

I have to admit I have never written to be published, but rather for a specific audience I perceived at the time.

As a result a lot of my work I have written I have put aside once it had served its purpose and moved on to a new project.

I taught for 39 years in a variety of high schools and at each one I wrote for specific students and purposes. In some I wrote musicals, as there was a need for them in those environments. These I wrote in the late 1980’s at a school where the student population responded to my work and we had a production team that responded to my ideas.

When I moved to the last school I worked at there was a need for another type of writing.

As I taught drama in the senior school and as drama was a subject that was new in this school and as it is a practical subject students are required to perform some individual project, one option being performance.

To cater to this option I wrote a lot of performance pieces, some I have on my blog. Many were written for specific students in collaboration with them and that in itself was a great process to be part of.

At one point I did have a collection in book form, sold a few gave most away. I have been pleased over the years to go to a few schools and see my work performed and in ways I was pleased as the students took ownership of the script and adapted it to suit their needs and that was always the purpose of my writing to present a script they could edit for their own requirements.

In later years I re- wrote a play I had written in 1992 for a 2012 audience, a Theatre in Education piece about anorexia. Then in my final teaching year, I did a production on ‘Living with Lady Macbeth’ with a lot of me in it as I added a few characters and changed the script a little to suit the needs of my then students.

I write often in response to a need, in WP that tends to be the prompts that I attempt. Often I find the prompts challenging in themselves and I have learnt to be discriminating in what I do as I often think I am not being true to my own desire to write for me and that has to be balanced with my innate desire to write which I try to do most days.

I have written in collaboration with a few bloggers and that is always an experience one such collaboration is on my blog ‘The Cat People of Kagir.’
Writing for me is always an exploration of an idea, a challenge for me to try something new, often taking me out of my comfort zone and placing me in the world of people I see as far superior writers to me.

I have written a lot of poetry in recent times, I see poetry as a great challenge, how to write a lot in the least number of words possible.

Though I do see myself as more of a storyteller type of poet.

I enjoy the writing process and that includes the editing process. I think that is where my work gets honed down to the precise meaning I intended.

There is an inner excitement in the writing process, the chase to create and express in words an idea that germinates in my mind and is realised in some form on the page.

As my blog title suggests I do write ‘random meaningful words on a page’ which I shape into a meaning that I hope others  connect with too.
If I was to select three pieces that I am proud of it would be these three: – this poem was written originally at the time of my father’s death, a few days before it happened and as I live alone and after spending all day with him watching his decline, I would come home and write about my day. This poem came from one of those nights where I was thinking that it was time for him to go and leave the pain and discomfort he was experiencing behind him. Two days later he died.

This is an example of a collaboration with a student to create a performance piece. We worked on this for a long time, it was constantly revised and reworked until we were both happy with the final product. It helped that the student I worked with was exceptionally talented.

This is a recent piece and is also an example of how I am able to use my female muse as I have discovered I have both a male and female muse.. My female muse does afford me the opportunity to try to write from a feminine perspective and I like that I can.


And now Martin Conterez from Hungry Dog’s Lair;

As much as Martin loves to share his work, he hates coming up with a bio. He reads other bios and feels inadequate compared to the wittiness that others display with ease. Then there’s writing in the third person that makes him feel like he’s just gotten out of the psychiatric ward of a hospital and the only way he can cope with reality is by narrating his own life. Even worse is when he finally manages to cobble something together, he gets brutally honest with how he feels about his writing. He says things like this.

Martin is the vastly underwhelming author of Hungry Dog’s Lair which can be found at He is currently writing a book titled The Other Side of Darkness, which he expects to be the worst selling book of all time, if he can ever get his butt in the chair often enough to actually complete said book. He never thought of himself as a writer until very recently. He wasted his youth in San Diego by getting a B.A. in Mathematics. He then wasted much of his adult life jumping from city to city and landing in the city that reflects failure the most, Washington D.C. It was there that he could be barely proud of the M.S. Management and MBA degrees, he later earned. He now posts unedited chapters of his book for free on his blog.

You can wish you read something else after you read the first several chapters here:
If you think his writing is bad you should look at some of his drawings as he also does a web comic. Here is latest strip:
If that’s not enough word and art vomit for you, this sniveling, whining, childish piece is probably the most difficult thing he’s ever written, and he’s disgustingly proud of it:

If you still aren’t sure of his pretentiousness please visit him on social media so he may remove all doubt.


Thank you gentlemen for helping me out on this blog tour! People go read these blog’s, you’ll like them, I promise! 


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RawrLove via Amazon

Hello People! I’d like you to take a look at all the #rawrLove going on! There is a book out there on Amazon with lots of rara love in it. Go check it out and if you can, buy it! The proceeds go to help rara and Grayson with bail, finding a better lawyer, and anything else they might need! Now go on and get it! It’ll make you feel good and will help some mighty fine people. Thank you so much!

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Share Your World – 2014 Week 20

Once again Cee from Cee’s photography has put together 4 questions to answer so people can have a chance to get to know their fellow bloggers. Thank you Cee!



If you could go back and visit any time period, what time would you travel to and why?

Oh, I’m not sure. I mean there are pluses and minus’ to every era. No toilets is one as Sheena pointed out. That I wouldn’t like. In many eras women were no better than chattel, so not sure I would do well in those. Some eras, women like me were tagged as witches. Look how that turned out! Maybe go way, way back, where women with certain ways about them were looked up to as healers and such. If I could go back and not have the bad and just the good I would go and visit every era in history, just to see what it was really like and not the whitewashed crap the history books feed you.

If you could have three wishes granted for you alone, what would they be?  This is a time for you to dream and have fun.

#1 would be to have my health back. No diabetes. Contrary to popular belief, 99% of diabetics don’t ‘eat’ their way to having diabetes. It’s usually because you have the genetic makeup for it. Which I do. Diabetes runs in my family. I’m part Native American, where it runs rampant. Sure diet has a lot to do with it, but I’ve always been careful how and what I eat. Got it anyway. Now it makes everything more difficult. Losing weight that I gained when first diagnosed and the dr tried to figure out what insulin and pills worked best for me.  Ironic huh? Get diabetes while at a decent weight, gain weight while trying to control diabetes and now having a difficult time losing the weight because of the diabetes. Yeah, fun times.

#2 To have enough to help some friends that I know need help. To be able to do things that I’ve always wanted to do.

#3 To be able to afford to buy and maintain a very large piece of land for a refuge for abused animals of all kinds. This place is somewhere where they could live out their lives worry free and be loved and taken care of.

Wanting something to quench your thirst, what would you drink?

I usually go for water first, coffee next or Coke Zero. But if I’m really thirsty water or iced tea is the way I go.

If you watch TV what are your favorite three television shows?

I very rarely watch TV. If I did I would watch NCIS, Grim, Murdoch Mysteries or a good crime drama.