Hey readers!

Some exciting news!

I finished the last two chapters of the newest book tonight.

All that is left is I have a half page of notes of various items that I want to plug and chug with. (This part will probably be a bit time consuming)

Then after that - dreaded proofreading starts.

Before long it will be time to make the cover!!

Can't wait!!

Stay safe out there, and as always, I appreciate ya!

Hey readers,

Stayed up last night to watch Child's Play. Which is one of two movies that scared the crap out of me as a kid. SYFY was having a Chucky Marathon apparently all day and by the time I got home and realized that they were on the Cult of Chucky.

My husband pointed out the fact that the actress playing Nica (Fiona Dourif) is somehow related to Brad Dourif (who played / was the voice if Chucky) because he recognized the last name going from the ending credits in Cult of Chucky to the opening credits in the original Child's Play. 

Looking at her she really resembled him - like his daughter maybe even. Low and behold upon further investigation through Google...YEP! It's his daughter! What a change of events! Years later his daughter would play opposite him in a movie that scared the wits out of people! Now that is cool!

But that's not why I think I had a sort of nightmare last night. I'm not really sure where it came from. My family was at our house although it felt like we were at our old place and there were aspects of where we were that are pieces of other places too if that makes sense. 

We were in the middle of an apocalypse. Neighbors who never spoke before had joined forces to help each other fight off these monsters that had come to Earth. They could move incredibly fast and were super strong. 

In some ways the look of them resembled Predator without the dreads or the face mask. Theses creatures were really skinny and tall and their faces were sunk in and looked like the skin could barely stretch to cover the bones in their face.

My father had the one garage door open. People were rushing in and out of it - grabbing firearms and shooting any that came into the yard from the woods. Eventually we ran out of bullets for the guns they were using. Then we ran out of extra guns that were just loaded and ready to go. 

Before long all we had to fight them was screwdrivers and chisels. The normal things you would find in a garage. 

I started handing those objects out to anyone around since my gun had also run out of ammo. Walking outside the garage I saw that the pile of gun that were empty had disappeared. I guess some had decided to take them even though they were empty smart idea. 

As I looked around I didn't see my father anywhere and started to fear for the worst. I began frantically calling out his name. A man standing nearby told me that my father had taken off during one of the shootouts. He knew a place where he could get a couple things they needed.

He didn't even say goodbye. What if that was the last time I ever saw him?

​But I know why he didn't say goodbye - because he knew if he would have I would've wanted to go with him to help out. He wanted me to stay home and protect my mother.

A group of us huddled in the back of the open garage door trying to come up with a plan of attack and where we should station ourselves for the time being - especially with these weapons.  We needed to surprise our attackers and make sure we were successful.

Before long beams were shooting down from the clouds and the monsters were landing on the driveway - getting ready to charge at us in the garage. One of the men had made a bomb and catapulted it outside the garage door before they got too close in range. 

BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Clouds of dust and dirt filled the air until we saw nothing and then came gun fire shots. I watched helplessly as the people around me were mercilessly shot and killed. Blood spewed in the air like a broken fire hydrant and it was all I could to run for the door that would me to the inside of the house and try my best to prepare my mother and I for what would end up coming to meet us and be our doom.

​I did not bother to lock the door since it was a thin wooden door and they would just break it down anyway. Instead I bolted up the stairs to my mother and informed her on what was happening.

"We have to find a place to hide!" I remember frantically telling her. And then I heard the worst thing ever.

I heard the growling-clicking noise that the Predator makes and I knew there was one already inside the house. 

When I turned to look over my shoulder I could see the shadow of it on the floor and wall of the living coming from the direction of what would have been the front window (which they must have blown out)

My mother and I ran into the closest door and shut it almost completely. We moved the one side of the futon couch out so that it was now diagonal in the room. The only things I had left in my bag of so-called weapons were children's colored pencils. All the tips were mostly dull but four of them. 

I gave me mother one and I took three - hoping I could get to it first and then we could figure out better weapons later - if we lived through this that is.

We decided to use the element of surprise approach which I insisted not to - but it might be the only thing that would work - so my mother sat down on the couch and began to talk loudly while I crouched down behind the couch waiting for the monster to enter. 

Once it did I jumped out from my spot and spider monkey-ed on top of its body - repeatedly stabbing it in the head with the three colored pencils that I had banded together as one until it was dead.

Mother and I immediately began looking for better weapons throughout the house. We got lucky this time. Next time we might not be so lucky.

We looked for hidden guns - knives - ammo - anything sharp to use as a blade. I thought of breaking a mirror but mother said we would get seven years bad luck. And this point we already had bad luck so I didn't see the reason why not to. But before that happened we heard a noise coming from downstairs. A noise of light footsteps climbing the stairs.

It was father. He was carrying a laundry basket? In the middle of an apocalypse? BUT in his defense it was filled with handguns, ammo, and enough holster space for each of us to carry to guns on us a piece. He told us how everyone that was outside and that had lived (which wasn't very many) he fully equipped them with the same before coming inside to find us.

Then...I woke up...before seeing the ending.

Did we make it out alive? Did we leave the sanctuary of our broken home? Did more monsters come? Did we hide? Did we stay? Did we got back outside? Did we stay inside? Did we run out of ammo? Did the war ever stop?

So many questions linger in my mind as to what happened next. Questions I may never get answers to. It's up to us to come up with our own conclusion of what we think happened next and how it all ended. Hopefully it was a good ending. But with war there's death - and where death is involved it's never a happy ending. 

Stay safe out there && as always, I appreciate ya!

Did she just use two words in a row?

YUP! LOL!

Hey everyone - just wanted to drop by and let you know that a new page has been added to the website at this late hour. 

If you hover over the Books menu at the top - beneath Unforeseen you will now see a page called New Arrivals!

Oooooo- what's that?!

Ehh...pretty much just that - I added a status updated on the new book as well as Unforeseen's Sequel.

Now do take into account the percentage for the novel being released in December is taking into account everything needed to finish it not to just finish writing it. 

I only have about a chapter left to do before wrapping it up (which is great)

However...

Once that part is said and done it will still need proof read a thousand times - editing - the cover needs created as well as the photos need to be taken - which I am pretty sure I know what I am doing with that. I had one cover made up already but I don't like it as much as I once did so another idea came to my head and I am going to try and run with that one. But it all takes time and extra time when you're doing it all on your own (which I don't mind at all) definitely up for the challenge :)

I would encourage you to check out the page it's nothing fancy - just another way of keeping ya in the loop!

Also be aware that the latest newsletter is out - if you would like to get this month's edition please sign up to receive it thanks!!

Andddddd I just posted new photos on the Photo Hobby page - feel free to enjoy them :)

Stay safe out there && as always, I appreciate ya!

Hey readers,

Today I passed a new car. You know one of the luxury expensive ones.

My first thought was that it was all grille and no car. It barely had a hood. 

It was too much. There was just too much going on. To the point where it wasn't even attractive or appealing to the eye because you were drawn to one part of it and that was all.

It's days like this when the weather looks like it does and fall is quickly approaching - when the leaves are starting to lightly fall on the ground - on days like this I wish I was a racecar driver as funny as it sounds.

I always speed up going through the leaves on the ground just to see them be blasted and kicked up in the air in my review by my car.

In other news...

I had my dentist appointment today and I met the nicest lady. Her name was Tina. She was so helpful and pleasant. She made me laugh the whole time and was cracking jokes. 

That is what I wish we could always encounter - more like Tina. Pleasant, professional, personable, and hilarious. 

It not only makes the visit fly by but it makes them actually enjoyable.

She was great and even though she'll probably never see this - I really appreciated my whole experience because she made it better.

Stay safe out there as always, I appreciate ya!

My dearest readers, 

My blood runs cold hearing some of the things I have heard from yesterday and into today - from the cop cam to the video of you being slapped around...oh Gabby. No one should have to endure something like that. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that happened to you </3

My heart goes out to Gabby's family whether the remains of the body found turns out to be her or not. They are struggling and suffering waiting for the news. Hoping for good news. Just give us good news.

Obviously we don't all know Gabby but we feel like we do.

We are searching for her. We are talking about her. Spreading the word and opening the eyes.

If only she would come home safe and sound or if she would be found safe and sound.

There is so much sadness in this story still being uncovered. 

Watching the cops body cam back from early August I believe. I want to say the 12th but don't quote me on that - seeing a girl who loved a boy but was filled with sadness. She was torn. She was scared. She was upset, so upset. She needed help. She needed more than separation. She needed more than comfort. 

Oh Gabby - if only someone in the world had a superpower where they could have known you were in trouble and known where you were and was able to stop whatever it was that happened to you.

If only there were someone out there that could help more people like that. 

But a gift like that might drive someone mad. Hearing all the cries for help in their head all at once and not knowing where to turn to first. Who to get to first.

I pray that it isn't you Gabby. 

And if it is...I pray that you didn't suffer.

#bringGabbyhome

#GabbyPetito

Stay safe out there and as always, I appreciate ya!

Hey readers,

This is the time of the year that I wait for - fall.

I love the fall. I love decorating for it. I love the colors of it - the smells of it. 

I just think it's such a beautiful time of the year!

And the other bonus is the fact that we get to enjoy a more "decorational - continuational" part of the year.

Fall turns to Halloween - Halloween into Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving into Christmas!

I don't know about you guys but for the past couple months I've been ready for Christmas music.

Maybe it was the whole Christmas in July fever hitting...

Funny though how we wait for the music to come but once the stations start playing it (before Thanksgiving) by the time Christmas gets here we are so tired of it that we can't wait until the music is over.

Or at least that has been my husband and I's experience the last few years. 

If only the stations would hold off until after Thanksgiving - where we truly only had a month to enjoy it maybe then we would appreciate it more since it would be such an overkill. 

Nevertheless - I am ready for it!

I started seeing commercials for the Trans-Siberian Orchestra and I want to go so bad even though my husband has told me no one more than occasion LOL!

One day we will go though...

And also see The Nutcracker in person anddddd The Phantom of the Opera 

It's kind of on my bucket list to see these things at least one time!! :(

Have a fun Friday night!

Stay safe out there && as always, I appreciate ya!

Hey readers,

Were you ever doing something that reminded you of a scene from a movie and you found yourself instantly replaying it inside in your head?

Same here!

It happened to me today in fact while driving home...

I was following a large truck that happened to be a tree hauling service which was filled to the top with large pieces of tree (uncovered)

And at that moment as I stared at it in disbelief Final Destination 2 came to my mind where the girl in the suburban has a premonition of a horrifically fatal wreck on the highway involving several victims

As I was watching the trees pile over the bed of the truck I thought to myself...huh...what if one would come flying out and come plummeting through the windshield?

Of course in this situation there's not a lot you can do unless you are driving the six feet back or whatever it was when we took our driving test - car lengths away

But even still in that mere second your reflex would be to slam on the brakes and by then that is all you had time to do.

Sure you could try to swerve to miss it but your instincts wouldn't remind you to check your side mirror before doing so.

So yeah...this was the scene that played out in front of me today and this was the thought that was running rapidly through my brain - until we thankfully switched lanes and passed the truck.

Try and stay dry in this rain we are going to get - I already hear the firehalls sirens racing past our house to help mostly the victims of a car accident. I hope everyone's okay!! :(

Please be careful driving!

Stay safe out there && as always, I appreciate ya! 

Good evening readers,

I hear that Shanksville has the most wonderful memorial.

It is a structure standing 93 feet in the air hanging 40 chimes resembling each of the victims from Flight 93’s plane crash.

But these are not ordinary chimes that you would find hanging in the outsides of your house – they are extremely large that take a certain amount of wind to move them.

When they do sing in the wind, they give off the most amazing music.

I need to go up there and visit soon – I must confess I haven’t been up there since the incident occurred.
Back when it was an empty field that they had roped off and off in the far away distance you could see yellow caution tape.

In the middle of the road was a spot that had been marked with gravel and standing in the middle of it was a large structure where people hung pictures and notes – on the ground lay teddy bears and flowers.

It sounds like a good road trip.

In other news…
​
Did you ever find a strange sort of satisfaction in doing a household clean up job – whether it be vacuuming, swiffering, dusting or washing dishes?

Well, mine comes in the form of doing laundry.

Yes, you read that correctly HAHA! Don’t tell my husband 😉

I don’t know why but it’s a small accomplish knowing that all the clothes are washed and put away even though soon the pile will begin to accumulate once more.

Also

We are three chapters into Unforeseen’s sequel! Who is excited?! I already have the name picked out and the cover art 😊 oooo – soooooo saucccccyyyyyy!

The beginning may have your head spinning 😊 these new ideas came while I was trying to wrap up the novel I was working on and then got sidetracked so I dedicated a day or so to focus on the sequel and that was about it for the weekend work.

Remember when you hit a rock – take some time away – spend so time with friends and loved ones – with your family – then come back and pick it up – I found that for me it’s not the best to try to be a trooper and pound through it – instead some of my best ideas have come when I have taken a step or two back to reset my mind. (Please note: this has been based off of my experience.)

Later on, this week I should have those new photos up on the photo hobby page that I talked about earlier in the week.

As well as I want to get September’s newsletter wrapped up and distributed this week as well.

It seems “a laundry list of tasks” comes in more forms than just clothes.

Side note: I really want to plant a sunflower or two at our house maybe next year...my mom's friend sent her pictures of what her sunflowers looked like and they were literally lovely! I would love to pull into my driveway and see that honestly. They just make me smile - they are so bright and happy. 

Have a great week everyone! Try to take it easy going into this Monday – we got 5 long days ahead of us!

Stay safe out there && as always, I appreciate ya!

Today marks the 20th anniversary of 9/11

It's hard to believe it has been 20 years - and although so much time has passed no one has forgotten the events that occurred on that horrific day. 

Many of us can close our eyes and picture where we were that day - what we were doing - who we were with all before our worlds began to shatter.

This day will always be etched into our minds for so many reasons.

It was more than the twin towers falling, it was more than disaster striking New York and Shanksville.

People were robbed from us - taken and to never be returned. Our people were deliberately separated from us permanently. It was not of their own accord the things that endured. They weren't allowed the chance to finish their breakfast, or their day, or their hour, or their minute because someone else decided it was their right to take that from them! From us!

We lost mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, friends. We lost our people.  

It was a terrible, terrible tragedy. Just absolutely horrific.

I can't even imagine being in their shoes. But God Bless them they were so brave when it was all happening. All the people in the twin towers, all the people in the airliners - flight 11 and flight 175, all the people in flight 77, all the people in flight 93, all the people in the streets below, all the hospital and ambulance staff, all the fire fighters and police officers. 

They are heroes - almost 3,000 heroes that live on in spirit here with us everyday.

I can still picture it - the slow motion of my body dropping to the floor as I watched one of the commercial airliners hit one of the twin towers from the television. At home you feel like you're a safe distant away but your not because you are so impacted by it. Your heart is shattering right there with everyone. You're watching in horror and disbelief but you're partially living it too. Suddenly you can't breathe, you're scared and shaking.      

Suddenly I am in a loss for words crying all over again as I continue to watch the television today. 

RIP our family && friends - we will continue to keep you safe - rest knowingly that you and your memory will live on in our hearts forever and we will keep you alive with us.

With love && sadness <3

Rest in peace 9/11 heroes

Let’s begin with my latest fist fight –

At first, I just thought it was works vending machines that I get tangled up with but now I am convinced that vending machines and I just do not get along.
The other day I was at an entirely different located – with completely different vending machines and guess what happened?
I had to fist fight it for my cookies!
Okay, okay – not literally BUT I did have to shake the crap out of it just to get it to lose the grip on the cookies that I fair and square paid for that got caught in the circular ring. Something different needs figured out.
I know for a fact I am not the only one fist fighting these machines on an “anytime basis.”

Moving on –

I wanted to talk about skin healing for a brief moment.
The other day I cut finger on the top of my hand pretty good by a piece of metal.
Of course, the nice slice formed a good bit of blood which dried after some time of air hitting it.
But isn’t it amazing how quickly your skin heals though? Have you ever thought of that?
It scabs up and before you know it the scab is falling off revealing a fresh new layer of skin underneath? It’s pretty incredible if you think about it.
Almost like our superhero power LOL!

Finally, I want to end this blog by giving a shout out…

Thank you, medical teams! You are great! From start to finish! I very much appreciate you all! I appreciate your kindness, your patience, your jokes, your laughter, your care, your knowledge, your ability to go above and beyond. From deep down in my heart – thank you for all you do!

Stay safe out there && as always, I appreciate ya!