It’s ROW80 Time!

It’s ROW Time!  Yeah, This week I basically set up my goals for the upcoming April.  I signed up for Script Frenzy which is totally freaking nuts because I have never in my life written a screen play.  I have to do it this way, however.  I lack some sort of internal motivation at times and I need a fire lit under me a lot. Slacker Syndrome? Well, I do come from a vehemently long line of slackers.  I know vehement and slacker don’t really intertwine, per say, but my family had a lot of “I will eventually” in it.  I am determined to break this mold.

I am being hard on myself.  I have broken this mold and will continue to crawl out of its nasty shell and make a name for myself.  This past week I read a lot of blogs and commented on them.  I also started listening to podcasts on my iPod.  I love music, but I feel like I need to listen to more “cultured” stuff.  So I listen to music when I am in my car except on my way to work.

a) I am learning stuff

b) it distracts me from the idiots in surrounding cars.

A good one is “This American Life.”  There are fascinating stories of life in America that people may not otherwise realize.  Check it out.  Good stuff.

On to the goals:

  • read/comment blogs –  I toned it down a little, but manage about 10-15 a day.
  • manuscript – I continue to edit and revise.  I am up to page 74.  My goal is to finish before 3/31.
  • Script Frenzy – get an idea and outline going for this new challenge coming in April.
  • A-Z April Challenge – Blog a topic from A-Z in April.  Need to get some posts scheduled for this.
  • The Walking Dead – Move my weekly posts to Monday for next season.

So I continue to push myself which is good. I kind of faltered on the fitness goal, but have been to the gym at least 3x this week.  Still, need to get going on that. Next Wednesday is the end of the Round! I don’t check in on Wednesday’s so this post is a fond farewell and see you next round!

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Friday Flash Fiction – Vampeeble… The Priceless Weeble

“Stupid, stupid,” I said as I stood on the curb in rain-soaked clothes. I had to get to the Weeble Extravaganza before that mean old bitty Rachie did.  I couldn’t let her get the best Weeble of all!  I know she wanted to get that special vampire Weeble that we both had our hearts on.  No way!  That Vampeeble is mine!  There is a tale that goes with the Vampeeble.  Whoever possesses the rare Weeble, has unlimited power and wealth.  Apparently, I can make anyone do anything if I possess Vampeeble!

Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down!

I was finally going to beat Rachie at her own silly game.  Ever since we were little girls she always one upped me.  When I got my special blue dress with the two rows of ruffles on it for the sixth grade dance, she got a blue dress with four ruffles.  When I started dating Ricky, she told him lies about me and then dated him! When I got my first car, a little 1972 yellow Beetle Bug, she got a 1974 Beetle Bug, also yellow but with a big daisy painted on the trunk.

Well, my yellow Beetle died just yesterday and her Beetle is still very much alive.  At this moment, I am on the corner of her street waiting for her to come out her door. As soon as she does I am going to chat her up then hit her over the head and steal her Beetle! I know it sounds crazy, but the Vampeeble is very important to me.

“Hey, Renee,” a voice said from behind me. It was Rachie!  What? I had to look natural.

I turned and waved, “Hey, Rachie, what’s up?” Man, the rain is really coming down now.

“I didn’t see you at the Weeble Extravaganza last week.  It’s too bad, you know?  They had two Vampeebles.  Two! I could hardly stand it.  They were only fifty dollars each.  I got them both and -” she was pulling something out of her pocket.

Did she say, last week? “You greedy wench!” I screamed.  I saw the bus coming out of the corner of my eye.  I planned it perfectly.  I watched her smile beam on her face as she pulled two Vampeebles out of her pocket. She held them out, taunting me with her dumb smile.

I pushed her in front of the bus as it careened down the street. WHACK! The bus smacked her right off her feet and the Weebles flew into the air.  I had to get the Weebles!  I stretched my arms out as far as they would go.  As if by fate, the Weebles landed right in my hands! Oh happy joy.

I turned to run down the street, and was met with a second bus.  I forgot about the second bus! “Stupid, stupid,” I shouted as the Weebles dropped out of my hand and down the sewage drain in the street.

There we lay, two gals in the middle of the street.  We were Vampeeble-less and I had a broken leg.  I flipped over and began to crawl toward the sewer.  Tears streamed my face as pain shot up my body.  I had to have the Vampeebles.

The Walking Dead Chow Down – Shane Is Gone… Now What?

RIP Shane - You were our favorite loose cannon

Welcome to another edition of The Walking Dead Chow Down.  If you watched Sunday night you saw Shane killed by Carl and Rick.  And why not?  Shane was a… zombie?!  Who saw that coming?

The Walking Dead Community (that be us!) are in slight shock.  I find it interesting that two main characters were killed off the show so close together.  While Shane was the loose cannon of the group with his conspiracy theories and begging Lori to run away with him, he was also the one who kept a sense of reality in the group.

Toward the end of his reign of psychopathy, he just got weird.  Right?  I mean, especially the last episode when he was smacking himself… what was that all about?

Here is the one thing that is annoying the hell out of me… how everybody was so damn giving with Daryl’s gun!  Carl stole the gun (last episode) and failed to shoot the zombie with it (the same zombie that had Dale for a mid day snack).

Remember Shane gave Rick Daryl’s gun as he told him about what Carl said about the walker. And Rick tells Shane to keep the gun!  What? It isn’t your gun to give away man!  How many of you were screaming at the television like me?  Turns out, it behooved the group for Carl to have the gun in the end.

All in all, some of the thought process in the show brings me to my knees and leaves me beating my head on the floor.  Anyone else feel that way? It is good writing.  We need to be frustrated and emotionally invested in the show or we would turn it off.

Anyway – I felt like this episode was an “Amends Episode” of sorts.  There was all sorts of apologizing going on before the carnage of zombies and death.  It is so ironic how a small group of people are trying so desperately to live amidst so much death.

I am also trying to figure out why certain characters are getting killed off and not Lori. UGH!  Her trouble making antics are annoying… although, it will be interesting now since Shane is gone.  She will no longer be able to go back and forth between Shane and Rick.

Sunday is the last episode!  What is in the shadows? The future?  Will anyone die in the last episode?

Also, there is a good chance I will be moving my Walking Dead segment to Mondays.  Mondays get the most hits on The Walking Dead posts, but there are few comments.  Looks like I’ll be staying up late on Sunday nights next season!

Talk About It Tuesday – Sexist Laundry Instructions and Stalkers

It’s Tuesday!  That means getting the nitty-gritty on all the fruitious loopious people in the world.  Last week we chatted about Black Madams and Tobacco.  Yep. If you’re looking to get your butt pumped up to give it that “b-donk-a-donk” look, the Philly Butt Pumping Madam is locked up.  Sorry!

Today we’re talking about potentially offensive laundry instructions inside men’s trousers. Not sure what town this is in but an editor for Daily Media found the tag inside her boyfriend’s pants.  Below the actual wash instructions, the tag reads, “Or give it to your woman, it’s her job.”  Check the article out.  What do you think? See, I have this thing about people telling me what to do, so after reading that tag I would not have washed them.  Oh, who am I kidding, I don’t read laundry instructions!

In Washington State, a woman planned her wedding with the man of her dreams! The only problem is he didn’t know! Yep.  A 64-year-old woman had her dress and ring picked out for her big day.  Only, the husband to be didn’t find out until a court employee called him about his wedding.  The guy also received a phone call from a jewelry store.  Now, I know all is far in love and ice cream, but you got to give a guy a clue, right?

In Maryland, a 3-year-old girl was essentially abandoned at a Chuck E. Cheese’s because everybody in the party thought someone else had the kid! The kid was not discovered missing until local media aired a picture of the girl.  I read the comments after the article on this one. Some people seem to think it was an honest mistake.  Still, I have been at places with large groups of family and my children.  I am not leaving until I know specifically who has my kid. Do you have kids? Nieces or nephews?  What’s your stance on kids being left behind?

In Boynton Beach, FL a woman was attacked while trying to get her mail.   It is so important to make sure your car is parked before you try to exit said vehicle.   If not, there is a possibility of the car attacking you without any provocation.  Put it in park!  It is kind of like that movie with Jan Michael Vincent where the car totally attacks people (it was possessed by Indians or something) or Christine!  Ok, maybe not… I am reaching.

Hey, if you have a crazy story you’d like to share or see here on Talk About It Tuesday, drop me a line.  Thanks for joining me for crazy antics in the news… see you next Tuesday! 😀

And ROWing Right Along… ROW80 Update

Ah, good old ROW80… I have been keeping up on some goals while others found a piece of driftwood and floated out of my reach. I am loving all the blogs I have been reading.  I am not one hundred percent sure if my blog reading/commenting is a problem or not.  I really think I just love to read other blogs and comment on them. Is that so wrong? Is it?! I didn’t think so.

I reprinted my manuscript with half the edits I made.  It was a difficult decision, but the other manuscript (print version) was so befuddled that I had a difficult time concentrating on it.  So out of disgust and confusion I would stare at until I became cross-eyed and then throw it on the floor.  Yeah, not going to become a big time author that way.  So I started from my personal version of scratch.

In new news, I restarted my Parenting Blog.  I had this idea last year that with the homecoming of my sixteen year old daughter (after being estranged for five years), I would keep a log of how things went and do a daily journal of sorts. Well, things did not go according to plan (do they ever?) and I let it hop on that piece of driftwood.

The other day after getting into it with my teenage dream I was very frustrated and decided to hash it out on my Parent Life blog.  If you are interested or know someone who might be, you can find it by clicking The Parent Life. Like I said, it is kind of new and I only have one follower on the blog.  Maybe some other mommies or want to be mommies might want to swing by.  Or, if you are looking for a deterrent on parenting, it could behoove you as well. 😉

Revamped ROW80 goals are as follows:

  • Read/comment blogs – I am doing at least ten a day.  Not too shabby.
  • Triberr – was going strong for a while.  I stop by at least once a day.
  • Facebook – I am on there way too much (damn that Words With Friends!).
  • Twitter – I do a lot of my tweets through Triberr, so I am not on there as much as before.  Aim for once a day.
  • Health/wellness – I am officially back to the gym! Squee!!  I am digging it and already have visions of me being bikini model ready by June.
  • MANUSCRIPT – Will dedicate thirty minutes or ten pages a day editing (which ever comes first).

So that is it for now.  How are your goals coming along?  Looking forward to seeing everyone’s progress.. 🙂 Check out fellow ROWer progress or link your own here!

Happy ROWing!

Flash Fiction Friday – Coming to Get You

Today I walked down the street, making it a point to look each stranger I passed directly in his or her eyeball.  Most people cannot look at me long because they know I am the Truth Seeker.  I seek the truth in random passersby and after making my determination of their worthiness, I pass along the information to my boss.

Now, my boss is an interesting character in that he seems to let the good suffer incredibly long while the bad seem to suffer hardly at all.

This is where I come into the picture.  I am the one who gets things done here in this (what some would call God Forsaken) world. I am the one that takes the best of the best from this Earth and I put them in a place where evil will no longer come to them.

See, my boss has it all sorted out for all the beings on this planet and he has made me his right-hand person through all of it.

Oh, here comes one now.  I am staring into her ice blue eyeball as she approaches me.  She pretends she does not see me, but I know she does.  I am the Truth Seeker!

Ok, she passed me with a scowl.  Almost everyone that passes me scowls at me when they see me leering into their eyeballs like some creepy pirate. I laugh just loud enough to confuse them when I get looks like that.

Alright, I got her profile.

She is a grump, insecure and poor at time management.  However, she is an inherently good person that has had a rough life, so I will just have to make something happen in her life that impacts her and gets her thinking on a more “constructive” level if you catch my drift.

Ooh, here comes a good one.  This guy in his BMW just cursed out some poor old lady! He’ll never catch on, but still, I like to toy with the self-righteous.  You would be surprised how many people do not catch on to these little obstructions I put into their path.  People seem to think in terms of the self too often and when something profound in their life takes place, they say things like “shit happens” or “it is what it is.”

Uh, no. Nothing just happens, people!  Gosh, it annoys me so much that these humans think it is all about them and that all the things that happen in their life is on an “it is what it is” basis!

Oh, I am sorry.  I forgot to introduce myself!  Most people call me Karma, some call me Fate, others don’t give me a name.  I am always watching and I will get you when you least expect it. You can call me whatever you like, you’ll know me when you meet me.

The Walking Dead Chow Down – This Group Is Broken

Zombies!
Image courtesy of amctv.com

“This Group’s Broken” – Daryl

Last week the survivors got in a scuffle with some outsiders and now hold a young man (Randall) captive in the barn.  They chain him like a nineteenth century slave ready for the slaughter.  What do you do with a stranger?  He could be dangerous.  Stranger Danger.  Who is trustworthy? No one.  The kid pleas for his freedom.  However, the Rule of Law applies since no law formally exists.  How’s that for a Catch 22?

Daryl has quickly become the brawn, the common sense and the enforcer of the group.  He is the pillar, whether or not anyone else in the group knows.  He has no problem beating someone’s ass, if and when they deserve it.   He thinks in practical steps, and while he has the least amount of heart, he has it when it counts. One thing I have noticed in this group of survivors is no one wants to do what is necessary.

Dale winds up with intestines hanging out after he storms out of the house courtesy of a neighborhood zombie.  Everyone runs out of the house and then (this part floored me) they stand around Dale (guts hanging out – still breathing) arguing over who should put him out of his misery.  Really?

Who shoots Dale?  Daryl.  There just comes a time when the self is not an option.  “Sorry brother,” he says and fires a bullet into Dale’s skull.

Have you ever been in the position of putting your beliefs aside for another’s well-being?

Carl winds up in the barn with the prisoner and that is when we see the metamorphosis in Carl.  There are many metamorphoses in this show.  However, Carl’s is paramount.  Carl is a child.  Everything he knew twisted into a living hell.  He cared for little Sophia, the only other child in the group, but the living dead consumed her innocence.

Carl is turning into a psychopath. He watched Daryl beat the prisoner’s ass in the barn, he showed no emotion when talking about Sophia (his only friend in this whole ordeal) to an adult.  His mother seems slightly aware, but in great denial.

Carl discovers a zombie stuck in the swamps and chucks rocks at it while it stares (no blinks) back.  Can you say Psychopathic Child Alert?  I am not surprised.  I believe this is an overwhelmingly realistic account of an apocalyptic youth.

The zombie that attacked Dale, ironically, is the zombie that Carl taunted.  How will this new knowledge affect Carl?

Who will become the moral fiber of the group? 

There is so much arguing and mistrust in the group it is hard to say who will become the backbone and restore some order to the group.  Lori has Rick wrapped so tight and I cannot figure out why.  I get that Carl is their son, but he listens to everything she says!  Lori is a trouble maker.

By the way:  I watched The Talking Dead after posting this segment… Apparently, we are all on the same page!  It is the hot spot before, during and immediately following the show!  If you haven’t checked it out, give it a look-see just once!

Thanks for checking out another segment of The Walking Dead Chow Down.  Feel free to answer the questions and post your opinions. 😀