Wordless Wednesday – A Week in the Mitten

Time for another picture version of Wednesday Words. *sings* “Picture Pages, Picture Pages, lots of fun with crayons and with pencils!”  Someone please tell me you remember that song and show… I loved that show!  Anywho… Here’s a photo (or two) a day from the past week. 


I don’t own this mug but I need it. I found out recently that someone believes I’m not a “real” social worker because I don’t have a master’s degree. *extreme eye roll*



Snuggled with my fur niece who’d been home alone for too long. 



Biweekly nail appt!  


Woke up to her staring at me like this. Silly, Monkey! She turned two last Monday!


This one will sit and protect the yard all day if we let her. 



I had an actual three day weekend with no home visits, no paperwork, and no client crisis.  There was knitting on the never ending Hue Shift Afghan. 



Showing off how gigantic and fluffy she is now that she’s 2 years and 1 week old. :)



 Mid afternoon nap thanks to a client cancellation. 

Have a great week! 

Bronwyn | Jess | Kris | Jessica | Gwen 

Wednesday Words: Difficult Words


This week we’re supposed to be talking about the most difficult thing we’ve ever written.  Because I almost always have a song in my head that relates to what I’m talking about, I’ve been singing this song every time I think about typing this post. LOL

I suppose the most difficult thing I ever wrote was a short story that I wrote for a creative writing course that I took for fun between degrees.  I can’t remember what the prompt was, but I wound up writing a true story even though it was supposed to be fiction.  I wrote about my experience the night that someone in my family attempted suicide and II made it into a first person story.  The subject was difficult, of course, but more so was putting words to all of the feelings I had that night and following day.  Then of course there was the worry that the story wouldn’t be “good enough” for the class.  I remember getting the paper back from the teacher, who was kind of an asshole and didn’t understand the creative part of creative writing.  He didn’t particularly like the piece, but of course he didn’t know that what he read had actually happened. I was just happy to have finally written it out for myself and shared it with the class even though people didn’t know it was true.

Another thing that I wrote that was difficult was my coming out letter to my family.  I’m naturally shy and so telling my family anything was difficult.  I also didn’t want to be like,”Gather round, everyone, let me tell you a story!”  So I wrote a letter, printed it out and mailed a copy to my mom, dad, brother, sister in law, and my sister in law’s mom.  :p  Not only did I come out as bisexual, but I also told them for the first time about my dysthymia and that I was taking medication for it.  I don’t know why I was so damn scared, because they all took it really well, but I was terrified that at least one of them was going to be a jerk about it.  Well… someone was a jerk, but not to my face.  Honestly, I think I was most worried that my being bi would seem like a let down to my mom or dad because there was the possibility that I wouldn’t have a traditional marriage/relationship which I assumed they always hoped I would have.  But now that we’re seeing marriage equality slowly but surely sweeping the nation, I’m not so worried about that anymore. :)

Now, let’s see what the girls all had to say about this topic. :)

JessJessica | Kris | Gwen | Bronwyn

Lie Revealed!

Yes, I’m late. But for the record I didn’t know the other girls were posting their reveals on Friday so there! LOL 

Anywho to recap, last Wednesday we played Three Truths and a Lie.  My statements were these…

  • I’m biracial; mixed with black and white plus a smidge of Native American.
  • Despite being claustrophobic, I once had to dress up in a Paddington Bear costume (like one you’d wear in a theme park) as part of a job.
  • When my parents got married, interracial marriage was still illegal in some states.
  • I have a brother who is 19 years younger than me.

So actually, they’re all true. But one has a loophole. :)  

I am biracial, I am claustrophobic and had to endure a very long 20-30 minutes is a big hot sweaty Paddington costume, and I do have a baby brother who was born when I was 19. (He’s now the same age I was when he was born!) So that leaves my parents marriage. 

Technically, interracial marriage became legal in all States in 1964 and my parents were married in 1969. BUT, even though it was legal, it took until the year 2000 for one ass backward state to officially take their law off the books. It was unenforcable but technically it was still there.  

Tricky, huh? :) 

Now go see if you were right about the other lies. :) 

Bronwyn | Jess | Jessica | Kris | Gwen 

Wednesday Words: Three Truths and a Lie


This week we’re supposed to play the game, Three Truths and a Lie.  Let’s just say that I really suck at this.  LOL  Every time I’ve had to do this as a getting to know you sort of activity at work or school I’ve failed miserably.  Probably because I’m generally such an open book that it’s hard to think of things that people don’t already know about me.  But maybe in print I’ll be able to lie better?  LOL  I’m going to keep mine short but sweet because its already after midnight and I have a home visit at the time that this post will be published. Yikes!  So read through my bullets below and then let me know which one you think is the lie. *wiggles eyebrows*

  • I’m biracial; mixed with black and white plus a smidge of Native American.
  • Despite being claustrophobic, I once had to dress up in a Paddington Bear costume (like one you’d wear in a theme park) as part of a job.
  • When my parents got married, interracial marriage was still illegal in some states.
  • I have a brother who is 19 years younger than me.

I still feel like I sucked at this.  LOL  It’s taken me entirely too long to pick these four things.  Anyway… let me know what you think!  Then check out the girls to see what lies they’re telling!  I’m not sure how or when I’m supposed to reveal my lie, but I suppose I’ll figure it out eventually! :)

Bronwyn | Jess | Jessica | KrisGwen 

Wednesday Words: Fave Beauty Stuff

This week is another My Favorite Things version of Wednesday Words and our topic is beauty supplies.

To be perfectly honest, I’m not that picky when it comes to beauty supplies. I have my favorites but I’m not one of those girls who can’t possibly use something else in a pinch. I also love a bargain so I’m all about cheap makeup as long as it looks good. :)  I went through Clinique and Mary Kay stages (I even sold Mary Kay… Gag) but now I have a hodgepodge of stuff. :)  So here are my favorites that I use pretty much daily.

 L’Oreal True Match foundation. Sometimes I have to mix two colors but it’s still cheaper than buying Clinique. :)


I wear this eye shadow every day. I’m afraid to go back to the store and find out it’s discontinued because it’s THE perfect color. It’s not as glittery as it looks. I love it.
Revlon Colorstay OverTime lip shit. I’ve been using this for years. I hate having to reapply lipstick all day so this stuff works well. And I love the lip gloss side for touch ups.

Deva Curl! Their Low Poo shampoo and One Condition conditioner is all I use to wash my hair. I love it and it loves my curls. Their styling products are good too but I never found my perfect hair cocktail with their products. I’ve been using these for about a year and a half now.

Curls Rock Amplifier. Okay so THIS stuff I’ve been using for probably close to ten years. It’s amazing. If you have curly hair and have never tried it, go now. :) I’ve tried other products but I always go back to my Curl’s Rock.
Baby lotion in General is a favorite of mine. I really love the sleepy time lavender stuff too… *swoon* But I really dig this creamy baby oil. Cocoa Butter lotion makes me happy, but this stuff is cool. :) 

I have a love hate relationship with gel nail color. I’ve been trying to go natural for about half a year and have been getting biweekly gel manicures. But my nails are absolute shit and I struggle to make a two week mani last over a week. The Cuccio Veneer up top is a better product and tends to wear longer but the Opi gelcolor has so many fun colors.  My nail girl rocks though and does lots of fun stuff. 


Check out my Instagram for more pix… Link over there –>

That’s all I’ve got! I use eyeliner but I’m not picky about it and couldn’t even tell you what brand I’ve been using. LOL 

Do you have a must have product? Share in the comments and then check out what things made the lists of the other girls!

Bronwyn | Jenny | Jess | Jessica | Kris | Paige | Kayleigh | Gwen

Flash Fiction – The Door

I admit, I cheated a little bit on this. I totally forgot about the prompt and then wondered if I had anything pre-written that I could tweak to make it work. :). I was on vacation last week and managed to start writing something new for the first time in forever. (Damn it, now I’m singing that song from Frozen… LOL)  anywho, I ended up adding a little to it and working the photo prompt into it. I also figure if I share this, then I’ll be more likely to keep working on it. Hold me to it! I actually have another scene written, but it’ll wait. Here we go!

The Door

All of the women in my family have a gift.  We’re not psychic in the way that you’d see in a movie or on tv.  We don’t read tarot cards or tell people their futures by reading their palms or talking to mediums.  For us, it all happens in dreams.

Sometimes it’s about someone we know, other times it’s a total stranger.  For each of us, our talent is different. My mother, for instance, can make herself dream about a specific situation to have a question answered, whereas my visions are totally random. The thing about our dreams though, is they always come true.

I can remember growing up and listening to friends talk about their crazy dreams and I would wish that I could be like them.  That mine could be mini movies each night that didn’t have any meaning other than maybe I’d read too many scary books or ate too much spicy food before bed.  But that’s just not how it works work for the Jensen Women.  What we see in our sleep predicts what will happen… good, bad, and ugly.  If there’s nothing to predict, we don’t dream. At least not the normal way.

The first dream I ever had that came true was a simple one.  I dreamt that I was getting a puppy for my birthday and then two days later that exact little ball of happiness was placed in my lap.  Unfortunately not all of the visions ended up being so happy and full of puppy kisses.

Generally our visions come true within a couple of days.  But since I turned thirteen I’ve had the same reoccurring dream over and over again that has yet to come true.  Even the family elders have no experience with a vision like mine that doesn’t come into fruition right away.  For me, it’s been ten years of the same dream.  In other words, I’m the family freak.
My dream is always the same.  All of my visions start with me standing outside of an an old house with a blue door. It’s worn down and looks like something you’d see in a horror movie.  Abandoned.  There’s no grass, just dirt and old dried out rose bushes with branches and thorns that seem to want to snag my clothes.  I’m so used to it though, the scene doesn’t bother me anymore. I just know that when I step through that dirty blue door with the old fashioned mail slot in it, whatever I see will come true.  I walk up to it, take a breath to ready myself and then push it open.

It starts in the middle like someone just pushed the play button on a movie that had been paused.  There’s chaos everywhere like a bomb has gone off or something horrible.  I’m looking around and trying to figure out what’s going on but all I see is people running, crying, screaming… A sob gets stuck in my throat and I realize that I have tears streaming down my face.  I start to lift my hand to wipe my cheeks when I realize that my hands are already busy.  Beneath them is a waded up shirt and I’m holding it to a bleeding wound on a man who is laying on the ground.

Another sob comes as I look down at the man and he struggles to talk.  I shake my head, “Stop it… Don’t talk.  You’re going to be okay.”

His blue eyes stare into my brown ones and he smiles around a grimace of pain.  I don’t know who he is, but I know that the smile he gives me isn’t his truest one.  Somehow I know he’s faking it for me.  His hand moves and covers mine.  I flinch at how cold his skin feels and the words blood loss rush through my head.

I shake my head again, “You’re going to be okay.  Just try not to move.”  I look up and survey what’s going on around us.  Smoke is clearing finally and I can tell where we are.  We’re right outside of the emergency room of Riley Children’s Medical Hospital.  There’s an unnatural hole in the building.  It must have been an explosion.  I look down at the man again whose hand hasn’t left mine.  I realize then that the shirt I’m holding to his wound is a hospital scrub.  “We’re at the hospital…” I say mostly to myself.  “We’re at the hospital… you’re going to be fine.  I just have to find…”  I look around again for someone, anyone, to help.

I start making some sense of things around me.  I’m able to tell who some of the hospital staff are by their scrubs.  Some, like the man I’m with, are hurt too.  Other people are rushing around trying to help those who were clearly in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Some in horribly small bodies.  I see people whose names I should know but I can’t remember anyone’s name.

“We need help!” I finally yell over the complete disorder swirling around us.  “Please!”

A woman, possibly a nurse, who I feel like I should know, pauses momentarily and looks in our direction.  She’s covered in blood but I can tell it’s not hers simply because she’s moving so fast.  She looks from me to the man next to me and a look of defeat and sadness washes over her face.  She mumbles something about the supplies in her hands and before racing away she promises to come back.

I’m still crying, sobbing really, and when I look down to the man he looks like he’s lost a ton of color.  The scrub shirt I’m holding to him has become further saturated with blood.  “You’re going to be…”

He speaks with a trembling voice that I somehow know isn’t his usual tone, “I just want to say thank you.”

“For what?  I don’t understand.  I don’t know what’s going on!”  I’m totally losing it.  I have no idea why we’re at the hospital, why there’s a huge crater in the building, and who this man is that I clearly care for but whose name I can’t recall.  “What happened?”

The chilled skin of his hand brings me back and although I’m still freaking out, I’m focused on him again.  His gorgeous blue eyes that I bet are much prettier in a different setting never leave my face.  “It’s okay, Jensen.”  He knows my last name.  Hearing him call me that instead of my first name feels right for some reason.  I just wish I could remember his.  “You hit your head pretty hard, everything will come back to you in a little bit.  You probably have a concussion.”

It’s then I realize that I do, in fact, have a raging headache.  I don’t care about that though because his hand is getting colder and his skin paler.  I can start to feel his blood seeping through the fabric of the shirt in my hands.  Dread fills my body as I think to myself, He’s going to die.  I frantically search the scene with my eyes trying to find the nurse who ran off.  “Where is she?  She said she’d be back.  I…”  He makes a god awful groaning noise as pain rushes through his body.  I keep my hands pressed to the wound. “What do I do?  I need you to tell me what to do to help you.”

His lips move but I can’t hear him over the disaster all around us.  I lean down so that my face is close to his, “Tell me again…”

He reaches up and his cold hand cups my face.  He pulls me closer and speaks against my cheek, “Thanks for loving me.”

I look into his eyes one more time before they close and his hand drops away from my face.

Then I wake up.



Like? Hate? Let me know in the comments then check out what everyone else came up with this time around.

Kris | Bronwyn | Jess | Paige | Jessica | KayleighGwen

Wednesday Words: To Know or Not?

  “Write what you know.” 

If you’re a writer you’ve heard that over and over again in books, blogs, and articles on writing. Hell, even if you’re not a writer you’ve probably heard it.  The question remains though, is it good advice?

I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve thought that I should write a book about something I’ve experienced.  My clinical depression, dropping out and then returning to high school, being bisexual, my absolutely insane job, being biracial… There should be tons of stuff just waiting for me to write. One of my favorite books I’ve ever written was about a biracial, bisexual chick who was studying child psychology. I loved writing about her but I don’t feel like it was necessarily because we had shared interests and life experiences… I just really liked her as a character.  My lead females are always a part of me in one way or another.  They may live in a different state, do a different job, and have different lives but there are bits and pieces of me in there. So in that respect I would say that yes, writing what you know can be helpful.

With that said though, I also have to say that writing what you don’t know can be awesome too. My other favorite book I’ve written is about a photographer on a concert tour. That is by all means something I’ve never done.  But it was super fun to write and make things up as I went along. That character actually shares my first name so it’s easy to get lost in it and I’ve always thought that being a tour photographer would be the coolest job… But yeah, I made it all up. :) I also tend to write in first person so no matter what my character is named, I become her when I’m writing.

So to write what you know or not? Honestly, I say a little bit of both. Almost everything I’ve tried to write that relies heavily on what I know fizzles and I get stuck on. But if I throw bits and pieces of real stuff in with the made up stuff, I think, at least for me, it works better. I mean, come on, I write a lot of love stories but haven’t had a boyfriend or girlfriend for so many years that I don’t want to type the number. LOL So yeah, I make all that shit up cause I’m definitely not living it!  I almost feel like sometimes writing what I know is too hard. I also worry that if for example I write a character based on real life asshattery and it gets published then the person will know I wrote about him/her and hate me for it. LOL Don’t you remember that post on anxiety and overthinking things?  Plus, if we write what we know then we can’t have fun things like vampires, warewolves, fairys, and other magical beings, right? Not that I’ve ever written those things, but you know what I mean. :) 

Clear as mud, right? :) That’s just how I roll! 

Let’s see what my girls all think on the subject, shall we?

Kris | Jess | Bronwyn | Paige | Jessica | Kayleigh | Gwen

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