Thursday, November 19, 2015
Respect
I see this shared around social media rather often, and I wonder, how many actually do?
I was talking to a friend a few weeks ago about a situation I had at work. One of my now ex-coworkers was incredibly rude, disrespectful, and plain mean to me. It was stressing me out so much, I wondered if I'd made the right choice in switching jobs. I was nauseated, cried on my way home, stressed out, and frustrated. You see, I had done nothing to provoke this. And even if I had, that was no way to treat someone.
Finally, I'd had enough. When we were alone, I asked her, "have I done, or not done something to upset you?"
Even confronting her on this level had me so nervous I wanted to puke. But it had to be done.
"No. Everything's fine."She replied without so much as glancing in my direction - a normal behavioral trait from her.
"Well, everything is not fine, and it's extremely obvious. The way you roll your eyes when I talk, and flat out, physically turn your back on me when I join conversations, and your over-all demeanor towards me makes me feel as if I've done something to really piss you off. And as we have to work with each other, I'd like to fix this." I mentally gave myself a huge pat on the back for not attacking her, for using the stupid "I feel" statements, and for staying calm - when I really wanted to tell her what a freaking bitch she was and to grow the f* up.
"Nope. Everything is fine."
I sighed quietly, shook my head, and went back to our strained silence, working and trying to figure out my new job without asking questions I knew wouldn't be answered.
A few hours later, she turns to me. "Remember what you asked me earlier? Well, I've been thinking about it, and you haven't done or not done anything. We simply have a personality conflict that is never going to change."
Not having a clue how to respond to that I simply stated, "well, thanks for telling me."
The rest of the day I fumed. She didn't even know me! How could she hate me on sight? How can people be so rude? As the days went on, I went on vacation, she left for maternity leave, and I thought about it.
My friend that I was telling this to was horrified that I could be truthful and say that while I never wanted to be that girl's friend, and still don't, I do respect her for her honesty - no matter how difficult it was to hear. And she probably said what she said to piss me off, but at least it was some level of honest. Could you, when presented with a challenge to respect those who've hurt and pissed you off with their honesty, truly respect them for it?
Be honest now. ;)
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Summer from Hell
Many of you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, so you already have a general idea that things have not been going well lately. Let me tell you, that is the understatement of the century. This post is almost entirely for me, and is extremely personal. It has almost nothing to do with writing, perhaps it's only so that you can understand why I've been away, and will be for a while - but not forever.
It started in May.
In work life, I finally got out of being a CNA and landed a dream job doing something I've wanted to do for years - work in a cube in surgery. I work behind the scenes and love the low-stress job I have. The only problem, the main girl there HATED me. The tension was so bad, my supervisor and I discussed the possibility of me going somewhere else. Then, as a stroke of luck, the girl who made work-life a living hell decided she wanted to work somewhere else. For the first time I can remember, I like my job.
While dealing with this girl, and before I discovered she would be leaving, my husband and I went to visit my family across the country. It was tight financially for us, but as we hadn't visited in about 9 years, we figured it out and made it work. The hardest part was leaving our 9 cats alone. My mom kept watch over them, visiting them daily and making sure they knew they weren't abandoned. They got treats galore and were spoiled beyond rotten by the time we got home.
It took us a few days to realize Gunther wasn't eating.
It was Memorial Day weekend when we rushed him to kitty ER because he refused any sort of treat, and we could feel each ridge of his spine. We were there for hours, running every sort of test the vet could think of and pushing fluids through him to rehydrate him. He spent the night there and we spent a very restless night thinking of the worst.
I picked him up in the morning and cried as I took him to our vet, where she ran more tests and watched over him for the rest of the day. That day was filled with unbelievable anxiety, but the worst was yet to come. When we picked him up, our vet couldn't find a single thing wrong with him. She gave us some formula to force-feed Gunther about 4 times per day until he started eating on his own. It took us a week of force-feeding, vet visits, antibiotics, and medication before my husband and I snapped on each other.
I broke down, weeping harder than I ever thought possible with the knowledge that Gunther was starving himself to death and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Even after 2 months, I still have tears streaming down my cheeks as I type this. This is by far, the most painful thing I have ever written. But I feel it's important. Not so you'll understand, but to help me heal. Today I write not as an author, but as a woman needing release from a heartbreak I hope none ever have to feel. Today is journaling. But I digress...
I don't know how to seek comfort from others. I can't even bring myself to find comfort in Bry's embrace. I knelt against the bed, sobbing for the impotent frustration at watching my child die. Two days later, he started eating. Life appeared to return to normal and I went to visit my sister.
A week later, Gunther was as wide as he was long. To most, this wouldn't seem strange. But he'd always been slender. Now he was the fattest cat in our house. We brushed it off, thinking it was just taking his body time to re-acclimate to the digestion of food. We thought he was like a kitten again, with his fat belly that would dissipate in a few days and he'd be fine again.
I know my timeline is fuzzy, but this all happened from Memorial Day to my birthday, July 16. Somewhere in the July 20th range, we took Gunther to a kitty specialist, where the vet told us in a cold, unfeeling, matter-of-fact tone, that Gunther had FIP and was dying. There was nothing we could have done to prevent it. And nothing we could do to cure it. A diagnosis of FIP is not made lightly and is always, always fatal. My heart broke.
We had him drain Gunther's stomach of the fluid he'd accumulated from the virus, gave him some shots to ease the pain and keep his appetite up, and went home. I wept, begging and pleading to any god that would listen, to just give me this small miracle. Don't let my baby die.
On July 23, 2015 we said our final farewell to Gunther. A part of me died with him that day. I felt my heart tear, shattering into bits as I held him. It is a pain indescribable. It literally feels as if that flimsy organ in your chest rips apart, leaving the delicate strands barely enough momentum to continue to push blood through your arteries.
That next weekend, when we received his ashes, a close family member crashed a vehicle, and my grandmother died. A week or two later, my brother was beaten up by a gang for trying to help a kid. This past weekend, another family member is struggling to regain - everything - after an accident.
Most people would be upset more about the human tragedies in my life. Those people know nothing about me. I can't have kids. My cats are my children. In every way. They are my everything. I have just lost a child after only having him for 8 years. It is not a thing I would wish upon my greatest enemy. I look at people and their mundane lives, and think, "what the hell is wrong with you?" I need the world to stop. I need to grieve and learn to cope with a torn and shattered heart. But I don't know how.
So that has been my life this year. I'm having trouble coping, and finding the energy to do anything more than work and come home. The other cats are adjusting, but it hasn't been easy on them. Psydon searches for Gunther from time-to-time, wondering where is best buddy is, and Frost mopes in the hall and bedroom, missing his brother-by-birth. We have good days, and things start to look like they'll get better, then life reminds me that I'm not done with the emotional trauma, and something else happens. I'll see him out of the corner of my eye, I'll pour too much ranch in my dip cup, or I'll catch myself calling him for his butter treats, or yelling at him to stop fighting. Each day does get better, but for now, I'm trying to heal and learn to deal with a broken heart.
Thanks for listening and understanding.
~Jean
It started in May.
In work life, I finally got out of being a CNA and landed a dream job doing something I've wanted to do for years - work in a cube in surgery. I work behind the scenes and love the low-stress job I have. The only problem, the main girl there HATED me. The tension was so bad, my supervisor and I discussed the possibility of me going somewhere else. Then, as a stroke of luck, the girl who made work-life a living hell decided she wanted to work somewhere else. For the first time I can remember, I like my job.
While dealing with this girl, and before I discovered she would be leaving, my husband and I went to visit my family across the country. It was tight financially for us, but as we hadn't visited in about 9 years, we figured it out and made it work. The hardest part was leaving our 9 cats alone. My mom kept watch over them, visiting them daily and making sure they knew they weren't abandoned. They got treats galore and were spoiled beyond rotten by the time we got home.
It took us a few days to realize Gunther wasn't eating.
It was Memorial Day weekend when we rushed him to kitty ER because he refused any sort of treat, and we could feel each ridge of his spine. We were there for hours, running every sort of test the vet could think of and pushing fluids through him to rehydrate him. He spent the night there and we spent a very restless night thinking of the worst.
I picked him up in the morning and cried as I took him to our vet, where she ran more tests and watched over him for the rest of the day. That day was filled with unbelievable anxiety, but the worst was yet to come. When we picked him up, our vet couldn't find a single thing wrong with him. She gave us some formula to force-feed Gunther about 4 times per day until he started eating on his own. It took us a week of force-feeding, vet visits, antibiotics, and medication before my husband and I snapped on each other.
I broke down, weeping harder than I ever thought possible with the knowledge that Gunther was starving himself to death and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Even after 2 months, I still have tears streaming down my cheeks as I type this. This is by far, the most painful thing I have ever written. But I feel it's important. Not so you'll understand, but to help me heal. Today I write not as an author, but as a woman needing release from a heartbreak I hope none ever have to feel. Today is journaling. But I digress...
I don't know how to seek comfort from others. I can't even bring myself to find comfort in Bry's embrace. I knelt against the bed, sobbing for the impotent frustration at watching my child die. Two days later, he started eating. Life appeared to return to normal and I went to visit my sister.
A week later, Gunther was as wide as he was long. To most, this wouldn't seem strange. But he'd always been slender. Now he was the fattest cat in our house. We brushed it off, thinking it was just taking his body time to re-acclimate to the digestion of food. We thought he was like a kitten again, with his fat belly that would dissipate in a few days and he'd be fine again.
I know my timeline is fuzzy, but this all happened from Memorial Day to my birthday, July 16. Somewhere in the July 20th range, we took Gunther to a kitty specialist, where the vet told us in a cold, unfeeling, matter-of-fact tone, that Gunther had FIP and was dying. There was nothing we could have done to prevent it. And nothing we could do to cure it. A diagnosis of FIP is not made lightly and is always, always fatal. My heart broke.
We had him drain Gunther's stomach of the fluid he'd accumulated from the virus, gave him some shots to ease the pain and keep his appetite up, and went home. I wept, begging and pleading to any god that would listen, to just give me this small miracle. Don't let my baby die.
On July 23, 2015 we said our final farewell to Gunther. A part of me died with him that day. I felt my heart tear, shattering into bits as I held him. It is a pain indescribable. It literally feels as if that flimsy organ in your chest rips apart, leaving the delicate strands barely enough momentum to continue to push blood through your arteries.
That next weekend, when we received his ashes, a close family member crashed a vehicle, and my grandmother died. A week or two later, my brother was beaten up by a gang for trying to help a kid. This past weekend, another family member is struggling to regain - everything - after an accident.
Most people would be upset more about the human tragedies in my life. Those people know nothing about me. I can't have kids. My cats are my children. In every way. They are my everything. I have just lost a child after only having him for 8 years. It is not a thing I would wish upon my greatest enemy. I look at people and their mundane lives, and think, "what the hell is wrong with you?" I need the world to stop. I need to grieve and learn to cope with a torn and shattered heart. But I don't know how.
So that has been my life this year. I'm having trouble coping, and finding the energy to do anything more than work and come home. The other cats are adjusting, but it hasn't been easy on them. Psydon searches for Gunther from time-to-time, wondering where is best buddy is, and Frost mopes in the hall and bedroom, missing his brother-by-birth. We have good days, and things start to look like they'll get better, then life reminds me that I'm not done with the emotional trauma, and something else happens. I'll see him out of the corner of my eye, I'll pour too much ranch in my dip cup, or I'll catch myself calling him for his butter treats, or yelling at him to stop fighting. Each day does get better, but for now, I'm trying to heal and learn to deal with a broken heart.
Thanks for listening and understanding.
~Jean
Thursday, August 20, 2015
The Alpha's Search
3 Stars |
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Destiny's Wings by D. S. Schmeckpeper
4 Stars |
I really enjoyed this book. It was slow-paced, choosing to focus on depth of characters and their development, rather than on action-packed excitement. That doesn't mean there wasn't action, adventure, or excitement on the journey - quite the opposite. The characters faced incredible struggles, battles with ancients, demons, and dragons, but the focal point of everything wasn't the fighting. Throughout the journey, you are drawn into the characters - into their lives, their emotions, their thoughts in a way a fantasy adventure rarely achieves. The ending happened quickly, as most endings tend to do. I was left both satisfied and annoyed at how things turned out. I am, however, incredibly interested in seeing how Chika's life progresses.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
2 Books by Woelf Dietrich
4 Stars |
This was a well-written, strange book.
Sebastian wakes, bludgeoned and bloody, tied up, on his basement floor. You learn about his history in Ancient book collecting, and his health issues, and then wonder how he can take such a beating without dying. He appears docile and naive and proves to the demon that he's ignorant, up to the point where eh reader wonders how he's going to get himself out of his mess. The ending completely caught me off guard and left me with more questions than answers. Not sure if I actually liked it or not yet, but it's definitely a book that will stay with me for a while. So, kudos to Dietrich.
4 Stars |
Interesting short story that was well-told. It drew me in, even if it wasn't a book I'd normally read. Having never really been bullied like that, I enjoyed learning of the kid's experiences. It's good to be confident and comfortable in your own skin and not let people push you around.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Vampire Shift by Tim O'Rourke
5 Stars |
Thursday, August 6, 2015
The Broken by K. R. Jordan
5 Stars |
The Rustler's Daughter Release Day Celebration!
Congratulations M. E. Franco!
Kindle Edition |
I'm rushing to grab my copy of The Rustler's Daughter right now - so should you!
Not convinced yet? Well, here's a tasty little excerpt:
Hannah took a deep breath and wished she had waited in the store. The heat was already making her uncomfortable after only a few minutes in the sun.
"Well, well, aren't you a pretty thing?" slurred a voice.
The smell of whiskey and sweat was overpowering, and Hannah wrinkled her nose before turning to see who was talking. She hoped the words were not meant for her. No such luck.
The man on her left was dirty and smelled as if he lived in a saloon. He hadn't shaved in days or changed his clothes by the looks of them. He leered at Hannah looking her up and down, making her stomach turn. She hoped Mr. Carter would show up soon.
"Whassa matter girlie? Cat got yer tongue?" He reached out to grab Hannah, but she easily dodged him.
She looked over her shoulder nervously, expecting Mr. Carter to show up any second, but he wasn't there. Hannah decided it would be best if she ran back into the store for her own safety.
Before she could make her move, the man suddenly disappeared from her view and was flying backwards. He landed on his back in the street with a loud thump. His face was replaced by a handsome young man who was smiling broadly.
"Hi!" he said excitedly, tipping his hat. "I'm Lucas Scott. We haven't formally met yet."
Hannah returned his smile with a beauty of her own. She was both relieved and amused by his obvious appreciation of her. He was every bit as handsome as his brothers, but he still had some growing to do.
"Why Mr. Scott, I do believe your timing is impeccable." She giggled nervously, still shaken by the drunken man's advances.
"Hey!" The man yelled from his position in the street.
Lucas turned around. "Sorry Travis. Didn't see you there."
Before the man could respond, Matthew Scott came around her wagon and stepped right in the middle of the man's chest before feigning surprise.
"Travis? What are you doing in the street? I didn't even see you." Matthew winked at Hannah and smiled. "Miss Hannah."
He tipped his hat. She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. Both brothers ignored Travis and started to load Hannah's supplies into her wagon.
Travis got up and fixed his angry gaze on Hannah. "You think that's funny?" he hissed, causing Lucas and Matthew to move in his direction.
"Enough." That one word sent chills down her spine. Even filled with anger, Jackson's voice made her heart race. He was standing right behind her, so close she could feel the heat from his body over the warmth of the sun.
"I believe you owe the lady an apology, Travis." Jackson was trying hard to keep his anger contained. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to tear Travis apart with his bare hands.
Seeing Travis leering and grabbing at Hannah had him seeing red. He was almost glad his brothers had reached the man first. Almost.
Travis looked at the Scott brothers with disgust. Even in his inebriated state, he knew he was outnumbered.
"Fine. I'm sorry," he spat out, bowing awkwardly in Hannah's direction before stumbling off down the street.
Hannah nodded gratefully to Matthew and Lucas who both smiled at her before loading the rest of her supplies.
She turned around to face Jackson. He fought the urge to touch her.
"Thank you. It seems I owe you and your brothers yet again." Jackson noticed the color heating her cheeks. They were standing closer than was proper, but neither made a move to back up.
"Are you okay?" Jackson asked, concern filling his eyes.
Hannah tried to focus. "Yes. I'm okay," she said softly. "I'm glad you showed up when you did though."
"One of us should go with you when you come to town next time." He said it in a way that didn't invite opposition.
"Are you offering to come yourself?" Hannah wasn't used to being so bold, but with Mr. Harding's proposal fresh in her mind, she wanted to know where Jackson stood.
Jackson looked at his brothers who seemed to be just as interested in his answer as Hannah was.
"I'm sure we'll be able to work something out." Jackson dodged the direct question. He knew he had hurt her, but better he let her down now than break her heart later.
And don't forget to check out what else M. E. Franco has to offer. Follow her on Amazon, Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.
"Well, well, aren't you a pretty thing?" slurred a voice.
The smell of whiskey and sweat was overpowering, and Hannah wrinkled her nose before turning to see who was talking. She hoped the words were not meant for her. No such luck.
The man on her left was dirty and smelled as if he lived in a saloon. He hadn't shaved in days or changed his clothes by the looks of them. He leered at Hannah looking her up and down, making her stomach turn. She hoped Mr. Carter would show up soon.
"Whassa matter girlie? Cat got yer tongue?" He reached out to grab Hannah, but she easily dodged him.
She looked over her shoulder nervously, expecting Mr. Carter to show up any second, but he wasn't there. Hannah decided it would be best if she ran back into the store for her own safety.
Before she could make her move, the man suddenly disappeared from her view and was flying backwards. He landed on his back in the street with a loud thump. His face was replaced by a handsome young man who was smiling broadly.
"Hi!" he said excitedly, tipping his hat. "I'm Lucas Scott. We haven't formally met yet."
Hannah returned his smile with a beauty of her own. She was both relieved and amused by his obvious appreciation of her. He was every bit as handsome as his brothers, but he still had some growing to do.
"Why Mr. Scott, I do believe your timing is impeccable." She giggled nervously, still shaken by the drunken man's advances.
"Hey!" The man yelled from his position in the street.
Lucas turned around. "Sorry Travis. Didn't see you there."
Before the man could respond, Matthew Scott came around her wagon and stepped right in the middle of the man's chest before feigning surprise.
"Travis? What are you doing in the street? I didn't even see you." Matthew winked at Hannah and smiled. "Miss Hannah."
He tipped his hat. She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. Both brothers ignored Travis and started to load Hannah's supplies into her wagon.
Travis got up and fixed his angry gaze on Hannah. "You think that's funny?" he hissed, causing Lucas and Matthew to move in his direction.
"Enough." That one word sent chills down her spine. Even filled with anger, Jackson's voice made her heart race. He was standing right behind her, so close she could feel the heat from his body over the warmth of the sun.
***
Seeing Travis leering and grabbing at Hannah had him seeing red. He was almost glad his brothers had reached the man first. Almost.
Travis looked at the Scott brothers with disgust. Even in his inebriated state, he knew he was outnumbered.
"Fine. I'm sorry," he spat out, bowing awkwardly in Hannah's direction before stumbling off down the street.
Hannah nodded gratefully to Matthew and Lucas who both smiled at her before loading the rest of her supplies.
She turned around to face Jackson. He fought the urge to touch her.
"Thank you. It seems I owe you and your brothers yet again." Jackson noticed the color heating her cheeks. They were standing closer than was proper, but neither made a move to back up.
"Are you okay?" Jackson asked, concern filling his eyes.
Hannah tried to focus. "Yes. I'm okay," she said softly. "I'm glad you showed up when you did though."
"One of us should go with you when you come to town next time." He said it in a way that didn't invite opposition.
"Are you offering to come yourself?" Hannah wasn't used to being so bold, but with Mr. Harding's proposal fresh in her mind, she wanted to know where Jackson stood.
Jackson looked at his brothers who seemed to be just as interested in his answer as Hannah was.
"I'm sure we'll be able to work something out." Jackson dodged the direct question. He knew he had hurt her, but better he let her down now than break her heart later.
And don't forget to check out what else M. E. Franco has to offer. Follow her on Amazon, Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
The Rustler's Daughter
One of my favorite authors, M. E. Franco, has recently signed with Booktrope and is re-releasing her books. The Rustler's Daughter will be available 8-6-2015 and she's shared a peek of her amazing cover!
When Hannah Miller’s mother dies unexpectedly, she is forced to go live with her father, who she thought was dead. Hannah has high hopes that her father will be happy to finally meet her, but Roy Miller quickly puts Hannah in her place. She is a burden, just another mouth to feed, and an ugly reminder of the wife who left him.
Her father's act of desperation puts Hannah at the mercy of his enemies, the neighboring Scott family. Despite the bad blood between their families, Hannah is immediately attracted to Jackson Scott, but he has his own secrets and feels Hannah would be better off with someone else. When someone else does offer Hannah a way out of her predicament, will Jackson be able put aside his past and fight for the woman he loves?
Her father's act of desperation puts Hannah at the mercy of his enemies, the neighboring Scott family. Despite the bad blood between their families, Hannah is immediately attracted to Jackson Scott, but he has his own secrets and feels Hannah would be better off with someone else. When someone else does offer Hannah a way out of her predicament, will Jackson be able put aside his past and fight for the woman he loves?
Pot Luck Reviews
5 Stars |
This was a very fun story. I liked the historical love story/triangle and how it mixed with and added suspense to the current time love story. The deviousness, cunning and manipulation of the two older women was fun to witness. The chemistry between Matt and Bec was adorable. I greatly enjoyed my little escape into Cape Seduction and may try to find out if that's a real movie or not. It sounded like it would be a cute, fun movie. There was one oopsie with a name, but not a big deal at all. I'd totally recommend this to someone who likes the 1940s - 50s era and romance.
5 Stars |
Captivating. I'm not even sure how to classify this book. Apocalyptic - yes; SyFy - yes; Exciting - yes; Fast-packed-adventure - yes. It's an incredible twist on the end times without really being biblical or preachy. The times bible verses or passages were mentioned, I never felt as if I were being lectured - more like the villagers were discovering some lost history and figuring how to deal with it. It kinda reminded me of "The Time Machine" without actually having anything to do with that story. I highly recommend this book.
4 Stars |
Fun, exciting, albiet mildly confusing futuristic spycraft. I'd have liked to have seen Mina and/or Miko's names be different as it was ridiculously confusing in the beginning, and during parts where they were doing a ton of stuff together. The story itself was highly enjoyable and fun though. It was exciting and leaves you wanting more - excited for the next adventure.
4 Stars |
This was a fun book. The more I think of it after reading, I find things that I'm meh about, but the romance was fun between Ammy and Rob was sweet and at times super hot. As long as you remember it's a work of fiction, and don't look too closely at the financials and the freedoms people have with their uncanny survivalist tendencies - it's a great read. I love the setting and was greatly surprised they didn't run into more predators on the island or in the water. You definitely smile and root for the two lovers and hope that they end up happy and together in the end. I too, never wanted them to leave that island.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Sexy Witches by Charity Parkerson
4 Stars |
This was a very cute collection of romance stories. I think I would have felt kinda jipped had they been sold alone, but as a collection, they were great. My favorite story involved Giddeon. I giggled and sighed and just really enjoyed that particular story more than the others. I felt as if each story were similar in the sex and foreplay, with just the bit of storyline differing slightly. Some parts felt rushed, leaving the reader going, "huh?" for a moment, but they were easily passed by as unimportant. If you're looking for a sexy bit of fun, you've found a great book.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Secrets of Midnight by Miriam Minger
5 Stars |
Totally tearing up right now. This is such a great book filled with suspense and so much love. It's just a flat-out good gushy romance that has you craving more. Donovan. Sigh. What a man. I hope the next book has at least a bit of them in it - if only to find out about his daughter. This was very well written and just an excellent read. I will be getting more from this author. <3
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Of Shadow and Stone by Michelle Muto
3 Stars |
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Protecting his Witch by Zoe Forward
5 Stars |
Saturday, July 18, 2015
The Dragon's Call Trilogy by A.D. Trosper
5 Stars |
5 Stars |
4 Stars |
5 Stars |
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Birthday Sale!
It's my birthday - you get the gift! Zombie War is available in #ebook for a limited time. Grab your copy today!
Decode and 318 by Autumn Kalquist
5 Stars |
5 Stars |
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Stone Guardian, Stone Embrace, Cage King, & The Rooftop by Danielle Monsch
5 Stars |
5 Stars |
5 Stars |
4 Stars |
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Dark & Stormy and Taken by Felicia Starr
3 Stars |
4 Stars |
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Confessions of a Small Town Librarian by A. McEwan
Thursday, July 2, 2015
The Athol Trilogy by Miranda Stork
5 Stars |
4 Stars |
4 Stars |
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
DreamHunter by Maya Tyler
2 Stars |
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Survivors of the Dead by Tony Baker
4 Stars |
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Hellhound by Rue Volley
4 Stars |
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Midnight Never Ends by Thomas Amo
5 Stars |
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Here be Dragons by Hannah Steenbeck
5 Stars |
Thursday, June 4, 2015
What you wish for
I like to follow the moons. First, I think the moon is an absolutely, breathtakingly, beautiful orb. And secondly, it's fun to see what each full moon means. For example - June is the Wishing Moon. During the night of the full moon (which was on the 2nd) you are supposed to go out and state your intention (wish) with the moon's rays lighting the sky. It is said that with the power of June's Wishing Moon, and your vocalizing your deepest wish, it is more likely to come true.
So, I was outside on the second, stating my wish to the heavens and my neighbors. Before the words even left my throat, I felt the stirrings of a panic attack. My palms were clammy, my chest tight, my heart thundering. It was then that I finally understood the phrase "sometimes what your fear the most, is the very thing that will set you free." What I fear the most, also happens to be my heart's greatest desire. And in that moment, I doubted. Before I uttered a single word, I let fear wiggle it's way in to show me everything that could go wrong with that wish. And then the words were uttered and a profound sense of freedom engulfed me.
"I wish..."
Be careful what you wish for, for it just might come true.
"I hope..."
"I believe..."
"I will...."
So, I was outside on the second, stating my wish to the heavens and my neighbors. Before the words even left my throat, I felt the stirrings of a panic attack. My palms were clammy, my chest tight, my heart thundering. It was then that I finally understood the phrase "sometimes what your fear the most, is the very thing that will set you free." What I fear the most, also happens to be my heart's greatest desire. And in that moment, I doubted. Before I uttered a single word, I let fear wiggle it's way in to show me everything that could go wrong with that wish. And then the words were uttered and a profound sense of freedom engulfed me.
"I wish..."
Be careful what you wish for, for it just might come true.
"I hope..."
"I believe..."
"I will...."
Sabrina's Vampire by A. K. Michaels
2 Stars |
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Number 75 by Ashley Fointaine
5 Stars |
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Bari-i-i-ins and what to do now
Been turned into a zombie and not sure how to prepare your new addiction?
Tired of raw, uncooked, unflavored brains?
Try:
Deep Fried Brains
Ingredients
1. 1 head of garlic, skin on
2. Black peppercorns wrapped in cheesecloth
3. 1 bay leaf
4. Bundle of fresh herbs
5. 1lb brains
6. Almond flour
7. 2 eggs
8. 1/2 cup almond milk
9. 1quart olive oil for deep-frying
Instructions
·
Prepare 3 bowls with the flour, the egg whisked with milk,
and the breadcrumbs.
·
Bring a 2quart pot of water to simmer and add in the
garlic, peppercorns, and herbs. Simmer for 15 minutes. Gently lower the brains
into the pot and simmer for another 6 minutes.
·
Remove the brains with a slotted spoon and let cool. When
the brains are cold and firm, separate the lobes into 2-inch chunks.
·
Heat the oil to 350ºF. Roll each brain segment in flour,
then coat in the egg mix, then coat it in the breadcrumbs. Deep-fry the brain
until they are golden brown and crispy, about 3 minutes.
·
Drain and serve immediately with your favorite dipping
sauce. I prefer teriyaki.
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