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I leave this week with six words. A simple explanation of a passage I read yet I remember not the address. 

He did He does He will



I know I’m absent, but not really. The tweets should be on the sidebar. I have no excuse save I have no excuse. Lol

I am gathering items and I really need to take a Saturday to shuffle items and archive intelligently. 

Which I will. So to all who still read my ramblings…

Thank you!


This month’s blog chain for Absolute Write is on the subject “Muses”. Sadly this month was busy for most of the past participants and so myself and BBBurke have tackled this subject.


Just a small preface: I am going to be honest. But I am not going to use names as I don’t know if the two people who this is about will read this. I am not famous and we do not move in the same circles. And I am afraid what contact I do have I will lose. At times I feel as if I have reached a stalker status, but I don’t think I have. Funny that , huh?

Is it possible to be inspired and intimidated by someone at the same time?

I am simply writing about my muse. Oddly enough I found him on Instagram, and his influence fanned out from there. I had written a few stories, gotten maybe two out. Self-publishing you know and left it at that. But I have a few more published since then. And writer’s block was horrible over the winter and as contact became less.

I started following the growly bear. For he is one, well definitely growly at times, and furred. We all find one of those in our lives, I think. Followed onto Twitch and Youtube. Found Twitter on my own and by then three months later already had my own author’s Facebook page up and running. I think I became a little infatuated with my muse. No longer to an extent as I would consider him a friend. The decade in age no longer a factor. But I am actually working with my lack of discipline to get on with my dreams. To finish writing, to get in shape.

Because of him I have actually touched, found and typed up some of Three, though that story scares me. So many of my stories scare me. Why do I write that which eventually touches and exposes my soul, scaring me from finishing the story?

But through him I found my answer to Frank. It is a picture I have save on my phone of someone in a position I find beautiful and strong. Not him. A picture found of someone newer. Though the subject felt it was a defeatist picture. There is something I find beautiful in the pose. And so I found Matthew for my Frank. How he got there is to be told. But that picture and the man behind it (yes few conversations through Instagram I have an insight into my character) I now hold dear because a picture tells a thousand words. And I intend on writing as many thousands as I can.

Watching my muse achieve things in life, I am a little intimidated. But I have hope I can keep putting one foot in front of the other. I do not know if I will ever have the guts to say “hi” if I ever saw them in person. I would like to think I could, but I am plagued by my own insecurities. If they were to say “hi” first? Well I may just faint. No, I don’t think I would, but I am so socially awkward and forget how boundaries go.

Does this meet the definition of a muse? I don’t know. Do I feel inspired to be better at what I do? Well, yes. Do I have more ideas than I can write down, see myself in a different way, want to improve on what I have? Yes to all three.

So to my muse(s),

Thank you


Curtains Among US

An Adventure in Curtains-

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Believe me it’s a ride!

So the front room in the house I am living in needs curtains. One large window had flowery curtains that were really out dated. A few decades old. The other had… Nothing. The shimmery see-through curtains that had once upon a time hung there, had fallen down. Flimsy curtain rod plus cat plus kids equals no curtains.

Now the room is a peach(?) color. Well it’s not white.  With a green accent wall. I didn’t choose the colors I just rent.

So out of the three choices I have in front of me I choose a rust colored one. It had gold on it, my thinking is it will match the clock I have. (I love the clock, it tells times in three time zones)

So I ordered the panels. Now note, I didn’t conference with anyone on my choice out of the options nor did I read the fine print. << Important part of the story.

So a week later our curtains come in. They are not a set of three pieces. It is the panels sewn to the valance. Not what I was wanting. And, to top it all off? The color was not a good color. It in no way matched anything. So, I return them to the store. That was the easy part.

While I am off returning bad curtains to the store, more options are being made for me to choose from when I get home.

Okay, choice made. And I ask for opinions before I order the panels and the valances. Once again I do not read the fine print. << De je vu?

Okay, two weeks later they come!!!! Yeah they match, they are gorgeous. There is not enough of them. Boo. I could have sworn the picture and description online said that there were two panels per package. No. One panel per package. One valance per package. So, I have enough to cover one window. Fine print people, fine print.

Now in ordering these curtains, I thought that they might have been see through? I wasn’t sure but, yes upon opening them. They are see through. So we need to get an under panel.

Okay. Now here’s the thing the buying the curtains is to help keep the heat in the house. The windows in this room are very large and very cold. And we needed to do this before winter, before it got too cold.

Ever notice I say “okay” and “so” a lot?

The curtains and valances had arrived that Saturday morning around 9:00 am. We started to dismantle the current curtains and realized new hardware was needed. The curtains I had just purchased would not work with what had been used to hang the old curtains.

And off to the store I go. I am lucky that I find enough panels of a solid color to cover both windows and I quickly find the hardware. And the shopping trip would not have taken as long as it did but I stopped to comment on an Instagram picture that had been posted. I felt the need to get my words out and reply to the reply, because well I feel this person is important.

Yeah home again!! I did good. The solid panels match the multi-colored panels at the house and the hardware matches and and and

Okay, now the fun part. Taking down the old hardware. That took a little bit of time because we have a regular screwdriver and the screws in the old hardware were put in with an electric screwdriver and painted over. The old curtain rods are the ones with the draw string where you pull on the looped-string to open and close the curtains.

Feed the kids.

Back to screwing in the new curtain rods. Three of them on each window. Okay.

4:00 pm

I think we ordered out for dinner. A little too tired to cook. Hey hanging curtains is hard work.

By I think 9:00 pm that night I think we have one and a half windows done. I say half because I had to order panels and valances for the other window. We could have not done the second window, but it made since to me to put the hardware up on both windows as I would more than not likely be home when the new set of curtains came in.

Two more weeks go by the curtains come in and I come home to the window being done.

Yeah!! Finally, after one more trip to the store to return the extra valances we are done.

The moral of the story? Read the fine print.

Until next time-

Cyber hugs & kisses.

Share Your World – week 51

I am participating in one last Share Your World for 2014. I am hopeful that these will continue next year. Here’s my answer to the four questions for this week.

Would you prefer snowy winters, or not, and why? 

NO no snow. I have a problem with snow. It is cold. While I do not mind the rain, as it can be just as wet I don’t like the snow. It prevents me from sending the kid out into the air, I feel trapped in the house as I do not like to drive in it. Now mind, I can drive in the snow. I often have, even traversing the roads carefully with black ice.(not fun) Granted, snow is pretty to look at until someone runs tracks through it and then it is just muddy. IF, we could have snow on the grass and not touch the roads with the roads remaining ice free, then a snowy winter could be fun. Then again, if I had someone to snuggle in front of a fire with on snowy days, I might be inclined to change my mind.

So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house?

Umbrella? I am currently looking at the ceiling trying to remember the last time I saw my umbrella. I live in the northwest. There is no umbrella. Hoodies and dashing for cover, but alas no umbrella.

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Do you prefer your food separated or mixed together?

Unless it is supposed to be mixed together (spaghetti, stir fry) separate please. I still to this day try to make sure the food does not touch. Granted sometimes this is not possible with the choices and amounts of food available to be had, but I do try. AND, if they must touch, then they must be eaten in such a way that eventually everything is spread out on the plate and not touching.

What is set as the background on your computer?

I actually had to go look. Normally I have one of the many solar systems as a background but today it is the sad blue one that comes with the computer. Wonder why I changed it?

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am glad Christmas is over. I am thankful that it wasn’t as big of a fuster-cluck that can happen in a family as unique as mine. The kids in the family for the most part got what they wanted and almost all are thankful. Some are still feeling greedy, but I have hopes that this will pass.

As for the week coming up? While not looking forward, my son’s birthday is coming up. (it means I am a lot older than I care to admit or even face) I am looking forward to the new year, new plans, new thoughts, continued blogs projects and fun to be had. That and as soon as this weekend is over, school starts. Yeah!!

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