As if I didn’t already have enough on my plate, I decided to sign up for the 2013 Ultimate Blog Challenge. I do stuff like this because it keeps me writing, keeps me reading other blogs and I meet a few cool peeps along the way.
I’m not sure if I am going to have a theme this year. I usually do the A – Z Challenge, and that always has a theme for me. This time, who knows.
I do know that I plan on having tons of fun, honing my writing skills and stumbling upon lots of cool blogs via the hashtag #blogboost on Twitter and the group on Facebook.
“18 Things” by Jamie Ayres releases on January 24, 2013! Check out her blog here to get the latest on that and the “18 Things” blog hop. If you decide to do the “18 Things” challenge, you can link up here to post your site!
So without further ado, here are the 18 things that compose my bucket list:
Publish a novel.
Pay down all my debt (not fun, but still…)
Travel to Germany.
Ride a motorcycle down to Deal’s Gap.
Ride “The Dragon” at Deal’s Gap.
Build a hot rod.
Drive across the country!
Go mountain climbing.
Run a marathon.
Visit the Bill Wilson House in Vermont.
Own my own business.
Eat breakfast at every single diner in Pennsylvania in a year!
Get a Bugs Bunny tattoo!
Hike the (entire) Appalachian Trail.
See a Green Bay Packers game at Lambeau Field.
Meet Nikki Sixx and share our experience, strength and hope over coffee.
Not an eye-popping list of things to do before I die, but it is a start. The thing is, I can do all these things in time because I am clean and sober with a new lease on life. A couple I know got married at the Bill Wilson house in Vermont last summer. I did not go to the wedding, but I saw pictures (my good friend Heather went) and it looks like the most amazing place!
I would really like to consolidate some of my buckets… like drive across the country and meet Shinedown in San Fransisco or something. How cool would that be?
Be sure to link up and share your list! Lists are fun… especially when they are filled with adventure.
So my chicky pal GingerSnaap posted this awesome collaboration of questions on her blog and after cleaning up the coffee that squirted out of my nose due to insane laughter, I decided to give it a shot! And you can too! There is no need to tag anyone. Just have some unpressured fun. 😀
1. Do you like animals, or more specifically, do you like Dogs? Why or why not?
I love animals, and bugs, and spiders and snakes…. dogs are great, but I am a little leery of them having been bitten numerous times.
2. Toilet paper over or under?
It used to be over, until my cat figured out how to single-pawedly get the TP shredded and onto the floor. Now it is under. Take that CAT!
3. Favorite quote?
“Hate is baggage, life’s too short to be pissed off all the time.” ~ American History X
4. Favorite sport to watch?
Football & hockey… yes, violence is fun!
5. How do you separate your laundry before washing?
Um…. I don’t.
6. What would be the perfect date nite out for you?
A great dinner, a nice drive and awesome coffee. No movie!
7. Is there anything you find unforgivable?
Yep. But not as much as I used to… goes with that whole “hate is baggage” thing.
8. Favorite vacation destination?
If it has trees, birds and log cabins… I’m there. Oh. And a babbling brook.
9. Name one thing you would change in an instant about your life, if you could.
I would change my insatiable need to procrastinate!!!!!! UGH!
10. What do people misunderstand about you the most?
11. Name up to 5 people you would meet right now, if you could.
Hmm… Edgar Allen Poe and…. Shinedown and…. Matthew McConaughey and…. Alexander the Great.
12. How/where did you meet your spouse/significant other/partner?
At an AA meeting of course! 😉
13. Have any Pet Peeves?
People who are late and any kind of lip, mouth, eating smacking noise… *shudders*
I still kiss stuff up to God!
15. Your biggest weakness?
Many…. I’m too damn nice!
16. Complete the following sentence: I would like to have a menage a trois with……
Matthew McConaughey and any other hot guy. I’m not that picky.
17. Who or what is in the trunk of your car?
The cover for my car (which I never use) and some dead leaves.
18. Have you ever had a recurring dream? What was it?
I don’t remember my dreams really.. so it is possible.
19. What is your best personal characteristic ?
I am a frootious loopius and I laugh at myself. Openly.
20. What do you think about before falling asleep?
Hmm… what I want my life to be like and murder… Thanks Investigation Discovery!
1. Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy down the next seven lines as they are – no cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors.
These seven lines are from my NaNoWriMo project “Bound and Broken.” Hope you enjoy!
Jack made it to the side of his car and gently pulled up on the door handle. Just as he did, a horn blew in the distance and Jack swung the door open. He pushed Celeste gently into the car and crawled in behind her.
They laid there in the car waiting for the next loud noise so that the car could start. Jack whispered in Celeste’s ear.
“Listen to me, Celeste. We have to do this right. We cannot let this cop see us. I am not going to fucking jail. Do you understand me? I am not!” And with that he grabbed Celeste’s thigh.
Now who do I tag… who is it gonna be….
And hey.. if anyone else wants to play along, consider your self to be of the “chosen ones” and get on in it!! I love reading people’s work. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!
I could smell it. Its perverse odor invaded my nostrils as I sat on the overstuffed, taupe chair that reminded me of over-creamed coffee.
“Bastards,” I mumbled. The fabric color on the chair was no accident. Of this, I was sure. I pretended to ignore the odor. My brow beaded with sweat as I ogled the gurgling contraption on the counter in the corner. I eyeballed the powdered creamer and the foam cups. Maybe it would not hurt if I had one cup.
“No,” I said aloud.
A woman with too much eye make-up on snapped her head up to glare at me. “Excuse me?” she asked in an annoyed tone as she shifted in her dark brown chair.
Goto hell, bitch. And take your laughable eye shadow with you, I thought.
“Sorry, I was talking to myself,” I answered.
“Oh,” she cracked her gum. “Why are you here?” She kept staring at me.
“Not much of a talker, huh? I get it. I never was either, but Dr. Pantomime said I need to be more expressive,” she said and motioned to her face.
“I don’t think that’s what he meant, but okay,” I flubbed as the coffee became pungent. Why would they put fucking coffee in here? Did they not know why I was here? Did they not get the fucking memo?
“Excuse me, miss?” I said to the receptionist behind the desk. She looked up and slid the glass back.
“Is there caffeine in that coffee?” I asked.
“I don’t know, sir. You’ll have to figure it out for yourself.”
The powered creamer fell silently into the six-ounce abyss of coffee that swirled in the foam cup. I had a fifty-fifty shot. If it was decaf, I was okay. If not, the clown woman and glass woman would have a free ticket to hell.
“Ready?” I shouted. The man who just entered the waiting room looked confused. I chugged the coffee as it caressed my throat, burning on the way down. My head raced. My heart palpitated.
I smiled as the beads of sweat dripped into my eyes. “You’re all screwed.”
I was over at Sonia G Medeiros’ blog this morning and had a great time reading about her quirky idiosyncrasies. She talks to inanimate objects too! Susie Lindau has some crazy things going on as well. Go check her out!
This prompted me to come out of the closet and share my quirk-o-quirkies. I mean, we all have our little things about us. Some people can only drink their morning coffee after tapping the spoon on the side of the cup three times. While others praise that same cup of coffee to keep us from feeling vexed. When I say praise, I’m talking full-fledged bowing/chanting action.
Yep. Been there.
So … let the kookiness begin.
I often sing answers to questions. My boyfriend asks, “Darlene, are we going food shopping?” and I answer in a melodic, “Yes, Andy we are going foooood shopping todaaaaay!” Melodic might be a stretch.
My cat LB has cuteness tactics and he has numbered them from 1 – 785. He is serious about his tactics. And let’s me know what cuteness tactic he is using at any given moment.
I will absolutely cut a person off in mid sentence or break eye contact if I hear music coming from somewhere. After I pinpoint where and what the song is, my attention will refocus.
I cannot stand raw onions. I find them gross in every way. Makes sense that the raw onion is an antagonist in my next story.
I talk to all animals. Yes. I say good morning to birds, wink at squirrels and what’s up to any horses at the park or standing in a field.
I have an acute sense of smell. People have asked if I am part dog, I have no comment. Nothing can be proven. Nothing!
I could add to this list, but I want to hear from you. 😀 What are some weird/crazy/quirky things you got going on? And be sure to hop over to Sonia’s blog and Susie’s blog to read their lists.
My co-worker’s father died last week. He was a total whipper snapper. I never saw the man until I went to his service this morning. However, I did talk on the phone with him a lot. His features were as I had imagined. There were lots of pictures of him and his family on boards and in frames placed on various mantles about the room at the parlor.
The funeral service was more a celebration of life. George, his son (my co-worker) had “Harry-isms” printed on the back of his mass card. I thought that was awesome.
Some of the quotes were:
Animals are people, too.
Ah, the hell with it.
Sure the coffee’s fresh, I made it yesterday.
There were a few others, but these were my favorites. Every time he called the office he always had a joke, or would pretend he could see me through the phone.
So when I went back outside the funeral parlor, imagine my surprise when I saw this place across the street.
I laughed out loud! Thankfully, none of Harry’s other family was outside when I laughed, but I did tell George and he thought it was hysterical. I mean, I really thought only in the movies would I ever see a Spy Shop (aptly named SPY SHOP) across the street from a funeral home. George no doubt got his sense of humor from his father. The both of them had seen the humor and irony in almost everything.
As for the spy shop… I told my boyfriend and my daughter we are totally going there this weekend. A real live spy shop! I wonder what kind of spies they sell? 😉
My ROW80 this week! I have one goal:
Write my ass off for Nano…
I am doing well so far! Happy writing. And try to find a spy shop near you! Could make for an interesting story. 😀