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Promptly Penned: Choices

One of the new features of the Wednesday posts this year will be what we’re calling “Promptly Penned.”  Basically, we get a prompt of some sort and then have to write something inspired by it. 🙂  Here’s our first prompt of the year:

Some choices are easy, like fudge ripple or
butter pecan, some choices aren’t. Can you guess which one this was?

Promptly Penned

 “Oh my god, can you please just make a decision?!” my brother said with a groan and dramatically dropped his head to the table. “It’s not that hard…” he then added in a muffled voice against the Formica surface.

I looked down at the choices before me and sighed.  “Yes it is.  It’s really hard and the more you bug me about it the longer it’s going to take. Why don’t you help me, loser?”

“I tried to help you, dweeb!” He lifted his head to look at me and rested his cheek on his hand as if it was seriously stressing him out to hold up his own head.  “You swatted down everything I said.”

I nodded without looking at him, “Because they were all stupid suggestions.”

He laughed, “I thought they were good.”

I tried not to smile but failed, “Going up to the old guy in the brown hoodie over there, calling him Obi Wan, and telling him that he’s my only hope won’t exactly help me decide. Nor would offering the girl behind the counter a lap dance.”

“No, but it would be funny.”

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration, “Not helping…”

“Dude,” he said and took the photos to look at them.  “You like all of them, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So no matter what, you’ll be happy.”

“But what if I decide later that I didn’t really like the one I chose?”

“Listen.  We’ve been sitting here for over an hour.  You’ve got to choose.  The dude is starting to look at us like we’re crazy.”

I smiled and stage-whispered, “We are crazy.”

“If you don’t pick out something in the next three minutes I’m calling Mom and I’m telling her what you’re about to do.”

I watched as he took out his cell phone and set its timer for three minutes.  The added stress of a time limit didn’t help me at all.  In fact, it seemed to suck away what little decision making abilities I had.  I fake glared at my brother, “You wouldn’t tell Mom.  Because if you did, you’d risk turning her wrath on yourself.”

He shrugged and motioned to the timer that was now reading 2:10.  “Two-oh-nine, two-oh-eight, two-oh-seven… time’s ticking away, Dweeber.”

“You’re such a pain in my ass…” I sighed and took the photos back.  I’d looked at them so many times I’d lost count.  He was right, I really did like all of the choices laying on the table in front of me.  That was part of my problem, of course.  I’d looked at them all so much that I was starting to see flaws in everything that I’d originally loved about each of them.  Kind of like when you write a word over and over it starts to look like it’s spelled wrong even though you know it’s right.

“One-thirty…”

“How did you decide when you did it?”

“I opened up a book, pointed and said, ‘That’s what I want.'”

“You liar…”

He chuckled and nodded, “True, but I knew what I wanted before I got here and I only showed up with one option so I wouldn’t sit here like this fretting over what to pick.”  He glanced at his phone, “One minute…”

I was starting to feel nauseated. Contrary to my brother’s belief, this was a big deal and a big decision.  I ruled one photo out and put it in my bag with all of the other discarded choices.  The two left had ironically been my first two choices.  I took this as meaning that I was destined to choose one of them for sure.  Or something like that.

“Forty-five, forty-four…”

I shot him a look and resumed my choice making.  I considered doing eenie-meenie-miney-mo but I knew that with only two choices that it wouldn’t work.  Every little girl knew that when you were down to two, all you had to do to catch the tiger by the toe was to start the rhyme on the choice you didn’t want.  I tapped my fingers on the bottoms of the pictures.  It wasn’t like I was choosing which flavor of ice cream to get or something simple.  This was way bigger than that.

“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen…”  I grabbed his phone and turned the timer off then stuck the phone into my bra where I knew he wouldn’t chase it.  Sister cooties and all that.  Just before he was able to get a whine out I pushed a picture across the table to him then put the other one in my bag.  “This is it?” he asked with a smile.

I nodded, “Go give it to him right now before I change my mind, or throw up.”

He stood up with the picture and paused, “Please don’t puke.  Seriously.  If you puke they’ll never let me come back.”

“If you don’t go right now I’ll make myself puke on purpose like I did when we were seven and I didn’t want to be at Misty Robinson’s birthday party but mom made us go.”

“I’m going!” he practically yelled and then literally jogged across the room with my fate in his hand.

I chuckled at his retreat and tried doing some deep breathing to fight off the nerves.  My knees were bouncing up and down under the table like I had to seriously pee, but I knew it was all nerves.  He may have been my twin, but we were so incredibly different at times it was funny.  I over-analyzed absolutely everything while he could make a decision, big or small, in a heartbeat and be totally okay with it.  To be honest, I loved that about him, even envied it at times.  He may have whined and set timers and given me ultimatums to get me to make a choice, but I knew it was all out of love.  There was no way he’d let me make a bad decision.

He returned to our table with a huge grin, “He’s getting ready. You should probably pee.”

“I don’t have to pee.”

“Then stop with the pee pee dance or you’re going to make me have to go.”

I couldn’t help but giggle and then tried really hard to stop my legs from trembling.  “Tell me I made the right decision.”

“You did.”

I looked him in the eyes, “Swear you’re not lying just to shut me up.”

He reached across the table and grabbed my hand, “I promise.”

Despite being a twin, he wasn’t a touchy feely kind of guy.  He blamed our eight and a half months in the womb together as his reason for not liking to cuddle.  To him, that was all of the snuggling he needed.  The fact that he was holding my hand on his own was enough to let me know that he was being one hundred percent honest.  I squeezed his hand and smiled, “Okay…”

“I’m gunna need you to take my phone out of your boobs so I can take pictures.”

I giggled and gave him his phone back.  “If I cry and you post it to Instagram you will regret it.”

“Oh come on… you know me better than that.  I wouldn’t post that to Instagram.”  The guy called my name and motioned for us to make our way over.  I stood up wrapped my arm around my brother’s waist.  He gave me a one armed hug and smiled, “You’ve got this…”

I nodded, totally not sure of myself, “Yeah.”

“Afterward we can go get ice cream, and I’ll make all of the decisions for you.”

I giggled, “Deal.”

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That’s all you get! 🙂  The State of Union address has started so I’ve gotta run. 🙂

Don’t forget to check out what the rest of the girls came up with for the prompt!

Bronwyn | Kris | Jessica | Jess | Paige | Leigh


2015 Year in Review

Ahh… 2015 in review.  Hmm… Yeah, I can’t barely remember what I wore to work yesterday, but let’s see what I can come up with as a review of the past year.  LOL  I would love to do a month to month recap but let’s be serious… that’s not going to happen.  I change planners like a crazy woman (although I’ve had my current planner since July! Go me!) so I don’t even know where a planner from last January is, let alone which one I was using at the time. 🙂  So, let’s just do some bullets, shall we?

In 2015…

  • I turned 39. It wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be.  I’m not thinking much about the big 40 for this year yet though. 🙂
  • I moved back to civilization and away from flying rodent bastards. A year later I can say that my panic attacks are not nightly anymore but they still creep up pretty regularly.  I’m still afraid to watch the new Dracula movie despite my boyfriend being in it because of how many bats are in the film. It’s on my DVR but I’m scared that watching it will lead me into PTSD flashbacks.
  • I left the job of doom. 😀
  • I celebrated the passing of marriage equality while in a city called Gay, MI with my writer friends!
  • I still didn’t finish my Hue Shift Afghan nor the sweater I started knitting in 2014.
  • I still didn’t learn to crochet.
  • I reached my heaviest weight ever. Ugh.
  • I got a new iPhone after having hand me downs for years!
  • I went to see New Kids on the Block, Nelly and TLC in concert and it was amazing.
  • I contemplated booking the Backstreet Boys European Cruise but sadly had to back out because I hadn’t yet gotten my new job and wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep the commitment.
  • I read 21 books.
  • I did not get as much writing done as I would’ve liked, but I did start the still untitled Jensen story and I’m kind of loving it.
  • I successfully recruited Doodlebutt as a Four Seasons and Jersey Boys fan. We saw the play (with Drew Seeley!!!) too. 🙂
  • I didn’t travel enough. In fact, I don’t know if I even left the state in 2015. 😦
  • I went to too many funerals.
  • I sucked at meeting blog deadlines.
  • I was introduced to the world of infant mental health and I’m really interested in learning more and possibly getting endorsed in it.
  • I finally went to Painting with a Twist (three times!) and loved it!
  • I watched a whole lot of Disney Junior.
  • I began reading and fell in love with the Outlander series. Currently I’m on book three. 😀
  • I finally got back to the Detroit Zoo after not having been there in over thirty years.

In 2016:

  • I realized after writing this whole post that it was supposed to be a list of the best things in 2015, not a recap of all things.  LOL

That’s all I can think of for now.  Not too bad, eh?

Here’s to a great year!  Happy New Year!

Bronwyn | Kris | Jessica | Leigh | Jess | Gwen | Paige


Wednesday Words – What’s in a name?

Hidey ho, Ranger Joe! 🙂

This week we’re supposed to be writing about how we choose our character’s names and what some of our favorites are.  To be honest though, I’m really pretty lame with names.  I name my characters names that I like. If I don’t like a name or know someone who drives me nuts with that name, I don’t use it. Sometimes if I know I want a name to have a particular meaning I’ll do a reverse search, but most of the time it’s like, “Ooh I love the name Nick…” 

When I was naming Miklos in my Jensen fic I knew for some reason that I wanted him to be Greek, so I searched for Greek names and then looked at their meanings. It turns out that Miklos is actually Hungarian so it shouldn’t have shown up in my Greek search… But here’s a funny one, Miklos is a Hungarian version of the Greek name for name Nicholas. LOL so I inadvertently named him Nick anyway. 

As for favorite character names? Other than Nick? Hehe… Yeah I don’t know. I had a character named Cate, I enjoyed that one because it wasn’t Kate and I have a non-traditional spelling to my name too.  I use names from TV, movies, music, books, restaraunt waitstaff… Basically if I like it, I use it. The hospital in my Jensen fic is named Riley Children’s hospital because of a friend who has that last name, and because after giving Elle the last name Jensen I kept thinking of the character Riley Jensen.  Faith, in my story Double Exposure was named after Faith Hill because I was listening to her when I introduced the character and needed a name. LOL Bobby, the big cuddly black father figure in Shades of Grey was named after an adorable skinny white kid named Bobby who waited on me at Bob Evans the day I wrote the prologue. 🙂  Uncle Phil, in the same story… Totally a Fresh Prince reference.  LOL There really is no method to my madness. I sometimes read the credits of movies and look for cool names too. 

Could this post be more lame? LOL sorry. I agreed to do this week’s topic before realizing how dorky my answer would be. Bet hey, I blogged! LOL

Let’s see how the other girls name their characters, shall we?

Jessica | Bronwyn | Jess


“And I thank you…”

Well hello there!

I know, I know, it’s been a while since I’ve blogged. I was just too busy and kept missing the blogging deadlines. 🙂 But one of the reasons I’ve been so busy is something that I’m super thankful for, so I wanted to make sure that I got my blogging done on time this week since that’s what we’re sharing this week!

If you’ve been reading my blog for any part of the past seven years you’ll know that I had a pretty rough job in social work. My job required me to be on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, year round to my clients. I used my personal cell phone, personal car, and was expected to be ready and available at all times in case a client had an emergency. Although I learned a lot from the job, it was all kinds of awful. The job itself was set up to benefit the clients with the least bit of support for the workers. We were often put into dangerous situations with little to no backup, asked to perform miracles without the appropriate training, and put our own needs and the needs of our families on hold for clients.

But guess what?

I got a new job!!

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As I’m writing this, I’m in my third week at a new job that is frankly a whole new world.

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Before, I was working for a religious non-profit. For the most part, the religious stuff didn’t get in the way, but there were certainly some things that I wasn’t “allowed” to do because of the agency’s beliefs. And well, it was never real comfortable working for a religious agency who at any time could legally fire me based on my sexual preferences. Now, I work for a school district so there isn’t any religious stuff hanging over my head.  It’s still legal to fire me for sexual preferences but I worry about it a little less now.

Before, I was on call 24/7, now I work 8:30 – 4:30 most days, don’t work weekends, don’t work holidays, and am not expected to answer my phone in non-traditional hours. Before, the focus was always on Utilization (aka how many families we could serve each month and keep our numbers up), now the focus is quality of service. Numbers are still important here, but so are the workers.

At my old job, eight case workers shared four desks, had no storage place in the office for things, and our office was the size of a medium bathroom. Here, I have my own desk, my own bookshelf, my own filing cabinet, and four workers share an old elementary school classroom. (We even have the little in-room bathroom, but we don’t use it. LOL)

I’ve had so much training in the past few weeks, that I feel like I’m back in college again (which I love… I loooove training and learning new things). I’m also learning how much my old job just didn’t do. This job will pay $100 a year for professional memberships and contribute $400 per year to education outside of required training. This job has something called Reflective Supervision which is an opportunity for us to talk about the job with a licensed counselor once a month. In my old job, when I was pretty sure I was suffering from Secondary Traumatic Stress and Compassion Fatigue I was told to “take a long weekend to refresh.” If we talked about professional development in my old job, it was pretty much up to us to figure out how we’d get that training and if it didn’t have to do specifically with the job or wasn’t already offered by the State, there was no chance the agency was going to put any money into it. Now, I’m learning about Infant Mental Health which is fascinating, and about how I could get an endorsement in it too!

I honestly can’t explain how different this job is and how much stress has been lifted from my shoulders. Granted, I don’t have any clients yet and won’t for a while because I can’t get into my first big training until January, but just the environment alone is amazingly different. I already feel like I’m part of the team, I feel valued, and I feel like I’m in the right place. Oh and well there’s the pay… The money I was making while being expected to basically have my job be my main focus in life was ridiculous. I’m getting paid so much more a year to still help families, still do home visiting, but not be on call, not work nights, weekends, and holidays, and have actual structure and guidance to what I’m doing. The mileage reimbursement over the past seven years ranged from 28 cents per mile to 41 cents per mile depending on gas prices. Here, we go by the federal rate which is currently 57 cents per mile.

I’m still getting used to things, obviously. My body hasn’t had to work a normal work schedule in a long time, and it’s fighting me for sure. My tendonitis is like “Let’s flare up every single tendon right now! That’ll be awesome! Woo!”

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I’m learning to walk away from my phone when I’m not working. I literally used to have to take my phone with me throughout the house at all times because I had a certain amount of time in which to respond to clients. If I were at a movie, I had to put my screen on super dark and turn off the sound so that if I got a call or text I could still check it without disturbing anyone. Last Thursday I went to see the last Hunger Games movie and put my phone on Airplane Mode. It was amazing! Oh and there’s this super cool thing called Google Voice! OMG… I now have a separate phone number that I can give to clients that will ring on my cell phone. 

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So yeah, I’m pretty damn thankful right now. J Thankful for this job, and this new opportunity to do what I love to do (help children and families) without it totally sucking my soul away day by day. I’m thankful for the friends and family members who didn’t give up on me like so, so, so many others did. Those who didn’t assume that because I had one awful job in social work that I just needed to quit social work all together. Those who didn’t condemn me when I was totally burnt out and wasn’t able to just “put on a happy face” and think my way into happiness.

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Thankful for the opportunity to get back to what I feel the real me is. I wasn’t myself when I was in my other job. I knew it, and hated it, but there was also really not much I could do about it. A lot of people didn’t, and still don’t, understand how a job could reach in and take over my life. I got a lot of “if you hate it so much, just leave” comments. I don’t know about you, but I have bills to pay. I also didn’t necessarily want to just give up on my field of study, although I was very close to doing so. But now, I don’t have to. 🙂

I’m sure that once I get into the actual job and have a bunch of families to see every week I’ll be overwhelmed and it’ll take some getting used to. But I’m so thankful to be in a new environment! Plus my age group with this job is 0 – 5 but most of our clients are 0 – 3. Babies!!

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So yeah, lots to be thankful for this Turkey Day in addition to all of the regular stuff like my awesome family, friends, and blog readers!

Have a wonderful holiday, if you celebrate, and if you don’t celebrate, just have a great day!! 🙂

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 Don’t forget to check out what the other girls are thankful for this year. 🙂

Bronwyn | Kris | Jess | Jessica | Leigh | Paige | Gwen


A to Z Recipies?

This week for the Wednesday Words blogs we’re supposed to be doing an A to Z list of recipes that we want to try.  When Bronwyn told myself and Leigh about this week’s topic we both laughed and laughed.  I have no idea what brand of crack was being smoked when this topic was thought up, but it must have been some good shit.  LOL

I rarely have time to cook let alone look for recipes to try.  I’m sure there are several over on my Pinterest board that I could fit into a list somehow, but let’s face it… I’m not going to do that.  🙂  I love you all, but no, just no. :p

So how about I just share my top three favorite recipes for the rare times that I do get to cook and call it good, eh?

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Chicken Teriyaki Kabobs – I made these on our last writers retreat and have made it several other times since then.  It’s a super easy sauce/marinade to make.  I want to try it with beef but haven’t had the chance yet.

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Pumpkin Muffins – I know I’ve shared this one before.  They’re amazing.  Two ingredients!  Just a cake mix and a can of pumpkin.  So yummy.

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Zesty Beef & Rice Skillet – I love this one.  It only takes one skillet and it’s less than $10 to make. Super easy and super yummy. I usually use hamburger in it because it’s cheaper but I’m thinking about using chicken next time.

That’s about it.  LOL  Let’s see what the other girls have cooked up.  Get it? Cooked up?  LOL

Bronwyn | Kris | Jess | Leigh | Jessica | Paige | Gwen


You might be a…

Greetings, readers!

This week we’re pretending to be Jeff Foxworthy and making up our own “You might be a ___ if…” lists.  I thought about a handful of different topics to do; Crafter, Knitter, Aunt, Sister, Biracial, etc.  But to be honest, I’m typing this while I’m supposed to be working a on report for work so all I can think of is work. 🙂  Therefore I give you…

You Might Be a Social Worker if…

  • You say things like, “So what I hear you saying is…”
  • You often wish you had a social worker of your own to do the things for you that you do for your clients.
  • You think it’s fun to watch episodes of Hoarders and Intervention.
  • You enjoy reading psychological evaluations.
  • You regularly use words like “intervention,” “substantiation,” “central registry,” and “assessment.”
  • When you enter a room, you have to sit somewhere that you can view all entrances and exits.swvoice
  • Your “flexible schedule” means that you have no life and have to drop everything to deal with client needs.
  • You’re considered a “moblie worker” which means you don’t get a desk and have to work wherever you can find room for your laptop.
  • You often dream of quitting and going to work at Target.
  • When people hear what your job is they say things like, “I couldn’t do what you do.”
  • When you see a former client in public and can’t remember their name you hope they don’t see you.
  • You get excited to go to training because it means you don’t have to do home visits.
  • You’ve called the police on your clients.
  • You can pick up the smell of weed like a hunting dog.
  • You know what the “dirty house” smell is.
  • You dream about your cases.sw
  • The only time you’re up to date on paperwork is when you’re about to go on vacation.
  • The sound of your phone ringing/text message/email alert fills you with dread because it could mean a work crisis.
  • You have no savings, no retirement (because the agency froze it after you were hired), and live paycheck to paycheck.
  • You could use assistance as much as your clients do but you “make too much money.”
  • You eat meals in your car between home visits.
  • You’ve been in homes that could’ve easily been on Hoarders.
  • You’re basically a counselor, teacher, daycare worker, maid, driver, advocate, and personal assistant all rolled into one job that pays less than all of those titles.
  • You get annoyed when other people talk about how hard their jobs are and how broke they are when they’re making double what you make and don’t have to deal with anything close to what you deal with each day.
  • You get home but you’re still not done working and your family doesn’t understand why you can’t just spend time with them.lol
  • You choose family over paperwork even though you know it’ll just put you further behind.
  • You get excited for cases with babies because they can’t talk back to you and generally enjoy a good snuggle.
  • When a client asks you if you have children you want to say, “If you had cancer, would you only take advice from a doctor who’d had cancer themselves?”kitty
  • You know what Compassion Fatigue is and you’ve had it for a long time.
  • You regularly search for a new job.
  • It totally makes your day when a client who you totally didn’t think liked you says something nice.
  • You see the statement, “I didn’t go into social work for the pay” and follow it up in your head with,”But I expected to be able to pay my bills.”IMG_2002
  • You can make just about anything strength based if you have to.  She’s not a liar, she’s a creative thinker!
  • You’ve been told that you’re not a “real” social worker unless you have a MSW.
  • You have stories that would make people laugh, cry, and be totally grossed out.
  • You often find yourself feeling like crap and then realize that you haven’t eaten all day because you’ve been so busy dealing with other peoples lives.
  • Family members and other professionals look down on you for being a social worker but you’re the first person they call in a crisis.
  • You know that despite how absolutely insane your job is, you’ve planted a lot of seeds and hope that you’ve made at least a little bit of a difference in your client’s lives.

And let’s see what the other ladies have come up with this week. 🙂

Bronwyn | Kris | Gwen


Writing Rules?

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Good morning, readers!

This week we’re talking about the rules of writing and how we break those rules. I know we’ve talked about this before and well, you know I’m not a fan of writing rules. Frankly, I think most of The Rules that writers talk about are bullshit.

Several years ago when I first hooked up with this lovely group of ladies, for example, one of the big rules being thrown around was that you simply COULD NOT write in first person and expect to be published/successful. You had to be a prestablished well known bigwig from the who’s who list of authors to simply be allowed to write in first person or split POV.  I can’t tell you how many times published authors told me that. And yet, here we are in 2015 and most, if not all, of the girls in this Wednesday Blogger group who are published have released first person books and had great success with them. I tried SO hard to switch from writing in first to writing in third because I was SUPPOSED to, and although I got a little better at it, I just don’t love it. Writing in third person was a chore instead of fun. I have to write what feels good.  The third person novella I began a few years ago sits stalled while I was able to add ten chapters in a week to the first person one that I started a few months ago.

Another rule I’ve heard as nauseum is that in order to be a writer you have to write every day and if you truly want to write you’ll find the time. Although I agree with that to a degree, anyone who has been saying that doesn’t have my job and my chronic illnesses. Some times no matter how scheduled out my day is I just can’t write. Whether it’s because my day is so full of work crap, my body won’t let me do anything extra, or just because I have other things to do… I can’t always work writing in. I write in my head every day. I think of plots and scenes and dialogue all the time, but sitting down and getting it out doesn’t always work. I used to write every day, and I loved it. My ideas flowed easier and it was great. So I get why people say you should write every day but again, there has to be some grey area in there.

That’s all I can think of. LOL I feel like we just blogged about this and am having major déjà vu.  To be honest, writing has barely been on my radar since the retreat because work exploded all over the place. I wrote contacts into a time sheet for four and a half hours today and I spent an hour and a half writing a termination report, does that count? 😜

Let’s see what everyone else has to say about The Rules. Well, not everyone else… Several of the girls are on book deadlines this week so they couldn’t play along. :). Happy Writing, ladies!

BronwynGwen | Jessica


Wednesday Words : My Perfect Weekend

This weekend is my birthday!! So that’s pretty perfect. 🙂 I love birthdays.  I decided to just share pictures of previously perfect weekends because I’m too tired to write anything and WordPress is being a jerk.

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Bronwyn | Jessica | Gwen


Wednesday Words : Smile :)

Greetings and salutations!

This week we’re talking about things that have made us smile in the past week.  Shouldn’t be too hard, right? 🙂

Well first of all, this is next to me right now and it’s pretty darn cute.

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Then there’s this…

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Jaja is AMAZING andI’m so so happy that she made it this season on So You Think You Can Dance! She is going to blow people away!  I’ve always hated that when they talk about female hip hop dancers on the show they mention Comfort who I just don’t feel is all that good.  But Jaja is totally worthy of being known as one of the best SYTYCD females. I looove her!  No, really, watch her!!

What else?

Snuggling with my Doodlebutt.

Playing with Doodlebutt and listening to him giggle.

Finally seeing a Teen Beach Movie 2. 🙂

Finding new bathing suit pieces that I don’t feel like a total cow in.

Finishing my neon watermelon worsted weight socks.

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Starting a new pair of worsted weight socks out of the yarn I bought in the UP.

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Fun 4th of July nails.

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Super cute babies to love on in both of my cases at work.

Shark Week!

Eh… That’s all I can think of. LOL 🙂

Tell me something good about your past week and then check out what the other ladies have to say!

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


Wednesday Words- Relax

This week we’re supposed to talk about what we do to relax when we’re stressed. I find it hilarious that we already posted about how we combat stress and it was about this same time last year.  This makes me laugh because we’re less than two weeks away from our Writers Retreat where several of us go escape for a week to write, laugh, craft, read, and just have fun.  This week we’ve all been whining about how slow time is going and how it’s not next weekend yet. 🙂  So clearly, one of the ways we fight stress is road trips to the UP! 

Soon!

Honestly, last year’s post is way better than anything I could write tonight, so I’m just going to link you so you can read that. Click heeeeeere! Things are ridiculously stressful right now and frankly, I’m not doing any of the things to combat it that I should be doing. I’m just trying to hang in there and not lose it in the next 10 days so that I can have a week of writerly fun.  The case I have at work is uber high risk and no one seems to care but me, so I’m just doing what I can to get through. Then as soon as I’m back, the job search resumes. 

I DID escape into a great book though! The amazing Lara Zielin has begun writing romance under her pen name Kim Amos.  Because she loves me, she sent me an Advanced Reader Copy of the second book in her series and I just have the epilogue left to read. It’s soooo good! The first book was awesome too. So go buy book 1, then as soon as book 2 comes out in July, get that too! 

Click the book cover to read the blurb. 🙂 

      

That’s all folks! 

Check out what the other ladies are doing to combat stress. 

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


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