Monthly Archives: July 2013

15 Day Book Blogger Challenge: Day 11

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For most contributors to this challenge initiated by GoodBooksandGoodWine.com have completed all 15 days, I am still chugging forward!
As you can see I am not great at posting every single day on this challenge but we are winding down and todays challenge is to show off 5 of my best blog posts!

1st up would be: February 12th, 2013 – The Opposite of a Bucket list. 

– When a Facebook friend commented about something she or her husband would “never” do, it got me thinking. What are somethings I would never want to do? This is how this post came about.

2nd would have to be: August 6th 2012 – The Ghost of the Woman She Was.

– I wrote this just a little over a month before my mother passed away from cancer. I had been her caretaker and I could see the cancer progressing and getting worse. I knew she wouldn’t be here much longer and I wrote this to try to release some of the pain I felt.

3rd would be my only recipe so far and by far the yummiest (I know that is not a real word): November 6th 2012 – It’s Soup Time

– My yummy chicken soup. Pretty self explanatory!

4th I would pick: June 10th 2013 – A Photo Journey of the Sleeping Child

 – Simply because it is a bunch of pictures of my sweet adorable angel sleeping! I mean come on, what is cuter than that?

5th and finally: July 1st 2013 – They are Watching Me

– This is one of the pieces of flash fiction I have on the blog. It was fun to write and might just find its way to the opening of a future book.

There you have it, some of my favorite blog posts.
Just a few more days with the challenge as we wind down!

Courtesy of goodbooksandgoodwine.com

Courtesy of goodbooksandgoodwine.com

15 Day Book Blogger Challenge: Day 9 & 10

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Continuing on the Book Blogger Challenge from Good Books and Good Wine I give you:

Day 9: Why do you blog about books?

Actually I don’t, at least not yet. I blog about writing and life in general but I haven’t blogged about books yet. – With the exception of this challenge of course!

Day 10: How do you choose what books to read?

This is a science in randomness. If I am reading a series I will likely try to find the next one in the series. With the exception of very long ones like J.D. Robb “Born In” books where I will have to break up the writing with something new.

Otherwise I go to the shelf and look at the hundreds of books I have and decide if I want to laugh, solve a mystery, read paranormal, or be thrown into the thriller. However I feel at that moment will determine what I pick to read from the shelf.

Only five more days left in this challenge. It has been fun and opened my eyes to a lot of new people and ideas!

Courtesy of goodbooksandgoodwine.com

Courtesy of goodbooksandgoodwine.com

First Movie Experience and Monsters University Win!

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Having a toddler is like having an energizer bunny that never slows down.
The saying “I wish I had some of her energy” is a common theme around here. She keeps going and going.  

So, when the opportunity arose for us to go to her first “movie theater experience” I was a little scared to say the least.
How do you get an active three-year-old to sit still for an hour and forty-four minutes?
Well, it’s pretty simple apparently. Take her to see Monsters University.

Monsters University Mike and Sulley - Courtesy of Disney Pixar

Monsters University Mike and Sulley – Courtesy of Disney Pixar

In Monsters University we get to see Mike and Sulley when they first met and how an unlikely match turned them into lifelong friends. Destined to be what he believed was the best scarer ever Mike went off to MU to study at the scare school. With it being such an important job, not every monster had the chance to be a scarer and early on in the movie Mike was kicked out of the program. Determined he gathers a team of unlikely monsters and joins in the Monster Games to prove he is a viable scarer.  

Pixar is one of my favorite children’s animation creators and Monsters University is a cute film.

Nevertheless, ignore my review all together and take the word from a three year old who sat down in her first movie theater experience and you will get a five-star review.

I asked her today if she liked the movie we saw yesterday and she said. “Yeah, I wanna go see another Monsters University.” So apparently, she would see the movie again if given the chance!

15 Day Book Blogger Challenge: Day 8

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Continuing with the challenge from Good Books and Good Wine…I give you #8

Quick! Write 15 things that appeal to you on Blogs.

  1. Humor – Life is rough sometimes and finding a good blog that makes me laugh always brightens my day.
  2. Pictures – I like to read but I am visual too. So, I love when bloggers include pictures with their posts. I always try to do that myself but sometimes it just doesn’t make sense.
  3. Recipes – I love good recipe blog. Feeding the family is a full-time requirement it is nice to have new ideas.
  4. Humor – umm, I like to laugh!
  5. Quiet – I hate clicking a button on a site and some kind of sound or video starting right away. I like songs and videos in a blog, but let me push the start button. Don’t start it automatically.
  6. Personal stuff – I enjoy finding out about the blogger themselves. How is life for them, the good, bad and ugly. It makes the tips and information they share more real.
  7. Writing Tips – I love to write and I am always looking for ways to improve my skill, be more creative, and get published. So, I love blogs that give me ideas and help here.
  8. Upbeat – Don’t get me wrong, I know we all have bad days and have to vent and write about those. Crap happens and you have to blog about it. I get it. I do it. But there are some blogs out there that are ONLY depressing, woe is me, life sucks blogs. I don’t like those!
  9. Colors – I need a blog that colors are easy to read and pleasing to my eyes. I don’t like going to a blog with bold hard colors that hurt my eyes.
  10. Personality – Much like humor and personal stuff, personality really helps me to understand you as a blogger, writer, reader, mom, whatever you are. Infusing personality is a sure-fire way to keep me as a follower.

Okay well that was much harder than expected so you 10 out 15 – okay I know I said humor twice. Sue me!

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To see more of my posts… Check out:

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Catchup Day 5-6-7

15 Day Book Blogger Challenge: Catch up

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Well, I have slacked off a bit! Life gets in the way of blogging sometimes…..

So, I decided to do a bit of a catch up. Day 5, 6 & 7 all together in one post. Aren’t you happy?

Day 5: Recommend a tear jerker.

I can’t. I don’t recommend tear jerkers at all. I avoid them at all costs. I used to read Danielle Steel but there was too much crying involved. The last book I read that made me cry was probably ten years ago. I am not sure if it was a Mitch Album or a Nicolas Sparks book, but what I do now is that I was sobbing like a baby and at that moment decided absolutely, without a doubt, not another tear jerker for me ever!

Day 6: Describe how you shop for books.

If I am reading a series, I shop for books by getting the next one in the series. But usually I just load up on books at yard-sales. I also will wade through pages on my Kindle to find books as well. As I have said earlier in the challenge I am a bit of a book hoarder and have tons and tons, I mean literally tons of books.

A small sample of my collection

A small sample of my collection

Day 7: Talk about your blogging quirks.

I don’t know that I have any quirks, except for maybe not blogging enough. Sometimes I can get my blog on every day and other times it will be a week or two between blogs. So yeah, I guess my biggest quirk is inconsistency.

Okay all caught up! Have a great rest of the weekend guys!

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15 Day Book Blogger Challenge: Day 4

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Day 4: What was the last book you flung across the room.

I didn’t actually fling it across the room, it was much worse than that.

I almost hate to write this because this author has so many books and so many followers. But the worst book I ever read was in 2004. I sat outside the hospital as my nephew was being born and continued to read this story. I was so mad at the writing and the bad story-line that I was tempted to not finish. But I am not that kind of reader. If I start something and make it past page 20, I am going to finish it.

I finished this book and when I was done I literally took the book and ripped the pages apart.

Thinking back some of the aggression might have been because my baby brother was about to have his 4th child and Tony and I, no matter how hard we tried, had none.

Nonetheless, this book got on my nerves so badly that it was ripped into shreds so that no one else would have to suffer through reading that copy at least.

Okay, I guess I must tell you the name of the book and author. It was The Cove by Catherine Coulter and I have never read another one of her books.

You can join in the fun at Goodbooksandgoodwine.com

You can see my previous posts here:

Day 1: Make 15 Book Related Confessions.
Day 2: What’s your Bedtime Reading Ritual?
Day 3: Who are your Blogging BFF’s?

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Book Blogger Challenge: Day 3

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To continue on with the Book Blogger Challenge: Day 3

 Day 3: Who are your blogging BFFS?

I guess I don’t really have any. I am pretty new to the whole blogging scene myself so I don’t have any real blogging BFF’s.

Also, I don’t believe ANY of my RLF (Real Life Friends) blog.
There are so many people I know that have a lot to say but they seem to only do so with Facebook comments and posts.

I apparently need to make a better effort to find some blogging BFF’S. Maybe I am being anti-social? Hmmm, something to consider.

Also, to clarify, I found this challenge through Glitter and Kerosene, however the original challenge started with goodbooksandgoodwine.com.

Thanks to Glitter and Kerosene and Goodbooksandgoodwine.com

15 Day Book Blogger Challenge: Day 2

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Here we go with Day two of the challenge. The Question for today is:
What’s your Bedtime Reading Ritual?

Reading for me at night always begins around 9:15 with something such as: Green Eggs and Ham, I Love You Stinky Face, or Winnie the Pooh’s Adventures. Yes, you guessed it, the first thing I read each night is a story to my daughter. She is three and can almost recite word for word a few of her books. I love that she likes me to read to her. I am trying to build in her a desire for words much like I have.

After she is tucked away, the next bit of reading I do usually is on blogs or a writer’s site that I belong to. When I am done with computer time I normally take my Kindle or whatever paperback book I am currently reading and snuggle up in the bed and read until I can’t hold my eyes open for one more second.

So that is my bedtime ritual, what is yours?

15 Day Book Blogger Challenge: Day 1

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Okay so one of the bloggers I follow Glitter and Kerosene is doing this thing called a 15 Day Book Blogger Challenge and I thought it sounded fun so I am going to jump in and play as well!

Day 1: Make 15 book related confessions.

  1. I am a book hoarder. I have tons of books on my bookshelves, I have paperbacks stacked three rows deep on the shelves. If I could buy every book ever written I probably would.
  2. I have always secretly wanted to own a bookstore coffee house. I know they are going out of style these days with the ebook world but still it is my two favorite things in the world (besides my family of course) coffee & books.
  3. I read 3 books at a time normally, well not at the exact same time. But I usually am reading a fiction book, a non-fiction book, and an ebook of some sort on my Kindle.
  4. If a writer writes a series I will not, absolutely not, start anywhere except the beginning of the series.
  5. The only thing I ever stole in my life was a book. I was in the 5th grade and I stole Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein off my teachers desk. The next day she gave this heartfelt plea for her book and told the thief they wouldn’t be in trouble if they just returned it to her desk that afternoon. I did, and never stole anything again. Well, except my husbands heart. 🙂
  6. The cover of the book is going to decide if I read it or not in most cases. Especially if it by someone I haven’t ever read before. So you better put just as much thought into the cover as the story itself.
  7. My maiden name is Tennyson but I haven’t found any relation to Alfred Lord Tennyson.
  8. I think my parents destined me to be a writer when they named me Shelly Tennyson — I mean come on percy bysshe shelley & Alfred Lord Tennyson
  9. I don’t like poetry. Oh god, don’t throw tomatoes at me – I just really don’t like it, even though I have pages and pages of the stuff that I wrote as a teenager.
  10. I had a poem published (I know, sue me) in the National Library of Poetry book many years ago.
  11. My dad used to pay me money to read the encyclopedia. I would read and then he would question me and when I passed I got cash. I wish making money was that easy now as an adult.
  12. I absolutely love Janet Evanovich and the Stephanie Plum series. My absolute favorite books!
  13. I have a finished Novel that I am working on Editing now, I hope to have it published one day.
  14. I have about 4 other stories swirling around in my head that I want to get written on paper. Wait… do we write on paper anymore?
  15. And Finally, A handful of my other favorite authors are J.D. Robb, Iris Johansen, Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Harlan Coben, & Sandra Brown.

Thanks to Glitter and Kerosene

They Are Watching Me

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Each week Chuck Wendig of Terribleminds has a Flash Fiction Challenge:
This week it is

Down The TVTropes Rabbit Hole….

The goal is to choose a trope from a website called tvtropes.com and write a 1000 word flash fiction piece on that trope.
For mine the random generator picked Conspiracy Theorist……

So with that in mind here is my 922 word piece.

They are watching me.

They are watching me. They sit in their little houses on stilts and pretend to be looking at the great ocean that pounds its way to shore or watching the so-called sunset over the blue waters. But I know the truth. They are watching me.  

It started a long time ago. But it reached a new level a little over a year ago when I walked in to that small side-of-the-road gas station and along with a 6-pack of Budweiser bought a one-dollar lottery ticket. Imagine my surprise when I sat in my hotel room that night on the worn out green quilted sheets and watched in horror as they called my numbers.

Shit. I won the lottery. Now what am I supposed to do?

I had been running for a long time. So long I almost forgot why, but there was a reason. I just had to shake the cobwebs from my head to remember it. When I left, way back then, my wife had told me I was crazy. “There is no need to run.” She said. But I knew the truth and running was the only way to stay ahead of them.

And now, just my damn luck, the ticket I half-assed buy is the winner. Seriously what was I supposed to do now?

Part of me saw it as a sign. I was meant to have this ticket. But another part of me, the one I listened to, knew it was just another trap to try to get me. I mean what are the odds that I would win the lottery. It is not possible. It was them. They did this, to get me to come out of hiding.

My wife would have said, “How were they to know you were going to buy a ticket? Or if they knew you would be there to buy the ticket, why didn’t they just get you then?” But that would have been too easy. They wanted me to believe that something good and something amazing had happened to me.

I knew better. I was no more a winner of the lottery than I was the son of a hornet. Well, my dad was a ornery old man, but he wasn’t a hornet.

I left the “so-called” winning lottery ticket on the dresser and left that shabby hotel room in southern Georgia that night. I drove about seven hours and landed on the beach in St. Petersburg Florida. I wouldn’t make the mistake of buying a lottery ticket here in Florida. There is no way I would give them that satisfaction again.

I bet they were scurrying now. Trying to figure why I hadn’t come to cash in my winning ticket. Well the joke would be on them when the Mexican maid from the motel turned up instead of me.

But somehow they had found me again on the beach. Most days I sit alone on the dock with a fishing pole in my hand. Not really fishing, but watching my surroundings and keeping a look-out. Yesterday a family, mom, dad, and small boy child came down the pier.

“Mommy look that man is fishing,” the small one said as he trotted over to my side. “Hi.”

I eyed him, “Hi, kid.” I didn’t trust him. He had their eyes. He wasn’t a kid anymore than I was a lottery winner. But I had to pretend that I believed their con.

“You catch anything?” the small one asked.

“Not today.”

The woman stepped closer and took her son’s hand. “Honey, leave that nice man alone and let him fish.”

“But mommy,” he whined.

She took hold of him and pulled him away from me. The small one had his head turned around and stared at me as she pulled him away.

He knew. Now I would have to leave the beach too. I loved the beach. But maybe the mountains were the place to be. It would be more secluded and they couldn’t infiltrate as easily.

I had a kid, a daughter. She would probably be close to, let me think, wow I guess she would be eleven by now. I didn’t trust her either. My wife and I had to use In-Vitro. I couldn’t be positive of what had occurred behind closed doors. I suspected that they tried to infiltrate me there, with a plant within my own family.  When she was born I looked in her eyes and I knew. I just knew. That is when I ran. If they could get that close then I wasn’t safe anywhere.

I would keep running until I could run no more. Until my legs gave out or my heart, I had a heart problem, as a kid they told me I may need a pacemaker when I was an adult. I knew better. There was no way they were getting their tracking device aka pacemaker inside of me.

I gathered my belongings in the small backpack, got into the old pinto, and headed down the highway north. Next stop, the foothills of the first mountains I could find. I checked my rearview mirror. There was a cop two car lengths back. That was not what worried me. It was the motorcycle that hovered behind me, with his strategically placed helmet hiding his features so I couldn’t see his eyes. He wasn’t fooling me.

I would lose him at the next rest stop. I rubbed the small knife that I carried in my pocket. He wouldn’t be a problem for long.