Saturday, May 17, 2014

I'm finally posting a story!!!!!!!!!

Things have been crazy. The school year is almost over and I am finally in the home stretch. So much stress with planning all of the end of year activities coming up, and the hubby is leaving tomorrow for a conference this coming week. Tack on the fact that this northern Michigan weather just doesn't want to cooperate... and I'm so ready for summer it isn't funny! I woke up to just shy of a 1/2inch of snow on the ground yesterday for crying out loud. I mean seriously... it's the middle May and it snowed almost all day. Ridiculousness. I'm ready for warmer weather, capris and flip-flops, sitting on my secluded little section of Lake Michigan beach, searching for Petoskey Stones, and picnics with the hubby.

It's time.

It's time for the stress to be done for a bit.

It's time for lazy summer days and resting up for next year's craziness!

But-- anyways-- as I was digging through my computer the other day looking for a document that seemed to be hiding from me-- I happened upon a story I wrote. I had totally forgotten about it. I wrote it back in like 2009, when I was just starting off writing erotic stories. It was just a one-off... a snippet of time that popped into my head and I needed to put on paper. I wrote it in 1st person, which I had never done and haven't done since. I had wanted to try something new.

I read it. Twice. And after a lot of deliberation, I shared said-story with an author friend. After reading her response to it, I decided I finally need to just bite the bullet and post it. It'll be like tearing off a band-aid. If I just do it, then it's done and over with and I can maybe start up writing again over the summer. I've really missed it.

So-- without further ado-- I give you my first ever completed story.


You and Me

I'm standing in the kitchen, lost in my own little world.  My hands are wet and soapy, my hips are swaying gently to the music.  I don't feel you walking up behind me until it's too late.  I'm startled as your hands come down on either side of my body and your chest presses against my back, effectively pinning me between the counter and your incredibly warm body.

Lifting one hand, you gently brush the hair away from my neck.  You lean in and I can feel your hot breath dancing across my skin.  Lips, soft and hot, press into that sweet spot where my neck and shoulder meet.  My head falls forward slightly and a whispered sigh leaves my lips.  You gently bit down, and then soothe with your tongue and lips.  My body presses back against yours, a fire slowly building in my belly.

Your arm snakes around my body, gently running between by breasts and coming to stop at my neck.  You lean in close.  Your mouth just a breath away from my ear.  “Mmmm”, you whisper deep and low, “you have no idea how sexy you are right now”. 

I shiver, both from your words and the hot breath against my ear.  At my reaction, you slowly grind into me... letting me feel just how hard I make you.

You turn my head and claim my mouth with yours.  Your kiss is hard and hot.  I whimper against your lips as you pull away.  Before I know what’s happening I'm spinning around to face you and your lips are once again pressed against mine.  I can feel your fingers digging into my hips as you press yourself against me, forcing my back to arch against the counter.

Without breaking contact, you walk me backwards towards the bedroom.  I stop when my knees hit the edge of the bed.  You tear your lips away from mine.  Your eyes are intense, burning with passion for me... and something inside me clenches.  You step back and with a growl you order me to strip.  The authority in your voice brooks no objection.  I lower my eyes, suddenly shy under your gaze.  You cup my face affectionately and repeat your previous request.  I'm shaking as my fingers move to the hem of my shirt, not only from my nerves but also from the thrill I feel at being under your control.

I cross my arms and grab the hem of my shirt.  I slowly pull it up, revealing little bits of skin at a time.  The fabric catches on my breasts, and I wiggle slightly to pull it over.  I turn around slowly as the shirt comes over my head.  I drop it unceremoniously to the floor and look at you over my shoulder.  My hips sway gently to the music still drifting through the apartment.  I hook both thumbs under the elastic of my shorts.  I gently pull one side down, then the other... shimmying my hips as they fall in a puddle on the floor.  You watch me intently, leaning against the door jam.  I'm now standing in my bra and panties... but not for long.  With my back still turned towards you, I unhook each clasp.  The straps fall down my arms and I turn back around.  My hands hold the cups in place only momentarily before I let that too slip to the ground. 

You push off of the door jam, and I can see that my little strip tease as been effective.  You reach me before I can slip my panties off, to join the rest of my clothes.  Your hands come to my hips and your thumbs brush my hipbones.  You know exactly how to drive me crazy.  My body is roughly pulled against yours and you grind yourself into my pelvis.  Your lips find mine in a hot frenzy.  I grab for the bottom of your shirt and you pull away just long enough for me to pull it over your head.  Your lips are back on mine the instant your shirt is dispatched.  My hands wander over your chest, shoulders, and back.  I can feel your muscles moving under your hot skin.  I dig my nails into your back as your mouth trails to my jaw and down my neck to that sweet spot where my pulse is thumping hard beneath my skin.  You suck and nibble on that spot and I moan in pleasure.

When your teeth sink slightly into my shoulder I shudder.  Goosebumps spread over my skin.  You want to make me beg.  You know exactly how to turn my body to mush... you know it won't be long before I succumb to your ministrations and beg you to fuck me.  This torture is such a turn on.  I want nothing more than for you to sink into me… thrust hard and deep... but you’re not ready for that yet.  You pull away, and push me gently back onto the bed.

I feel your hot breath against my inner thigh just seconds before your lips plant a warm kiss to my skin.    Your tongue travels in little swirl patterns as you in closer to where I really want you.  Your fingers trace the waistline of my panties and I lift my hips so you can tug them off.  Once they have landed on the floor with the rest of my clothing you blow gently on my most heated area.  I shiver.  I look down to see a wicked little grin on your face.  Anticipation is the greatest aphrodisiac.  My fingers thread into your hair and pull you towards my wet heat.  Your tongue slowly licks my clit and my hips buck in response.  I try to pull you harder against me, but you withdraw.

Standing, your eyes lock onto mine.  I can see fire burning in them, and I know mine are showing the same.  Without looking away, you slowly unbuckle your belt and undo the top button.  The sound of each following button causes me to break eye contact.  You're so incredibly sexy standing there shirtless, with your jeans undone. I can see a glimpse of your dark blue boxer briefs and the bulge they barely restrain. Slowly you slide them over your hips, until you are standing before me as naked as I am.

Your knee comes between my legs as you climb over me.  You claim my lips in a fierce kiss as you press your body down onto mine.  My body is thrumming with sensations.  Your thigh presses against my pussy and I grind into you, trying to relieve the ache that has been building since you came up behind me in the kitchen.  You drag your lips and tongue over my jaw, down my throat, to my collar bone and then on to my breasts.  Pulling one nipple into your mouth, my back arches up as you suck and nip at it until it's a hard bud.  You let it fall from your mouth and then blew gently across the wet skin causing me to bit my lip in an attempt to suppress a moan.  My other nipple gets the same treatment, and by now I am writhing on the bed beneath you.

I run my hands over your heated skin.  Over your chest and down your stomach towards that part of you I want to squeeze and caress.  You stop me.  Grabbing both of my wrists you pin them over my head in one hand.  Your other runs down my side and comes to rest on my hip.  You hold me down as you come between my legs and line your rock hard cock against my wet opening.  I try to rock my hips up to take you inside me.  But you just shake your head and press me back into the bed.  You lean down and whisper against my ear, “tell me what you want”. 

I can barely find my voice, the ache is so strong.  You refuse to enter me until I say it. Instead you just rub the blunt head along my slit.  Again, I whimper and try to rock my hips.  You force me into the bed even harder, I know I'll have the marks to prove it. 

“I said, tell me what you want”.  When your cock bumps my clit I cry out.  I've lost the battle.  I can no longer deny my need. 

“Please baby, I need you inside me... please, fuck me”.

Before the words finished leaving my mouth you thrust forward and sink inside of me to the hilt.  I rock my hips, feeling the fullness of finally having you inside me.  Your lips find mine as you set a slow and steady pace.  Withdrawing almost completely before slowing sinking back in.  My hips rise to meet your thrusts and soon I feel you groan into my mouth, “Fuck, you feel good”.

The pace you set is agonizingly slow.  I can tell you're enjoying the fact that you're driving me crazy.  I start to plead for more.  I want it hard, and fast, and long, and deep.  I need it all.  Now.  You respond with more force.  The same agonizingly slow pace, but with a punctuated inward thrust.  With each powerful thrust you bottom out inside me and I can feel you touching that sweet spot deep inside.   My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I bite back a sob.

You stop moving.  Your arms relax and you shift your weight, bringing your body almost completely down on top of me.  Your hands circled under my back and down to cup my ass.  Your chest is pressed fully into mine and our bodies are connected in every way.  You lift me up and grind into me.  My breath is coming out in pants against your neck.  I rock my hips up as I clutch your back and shoulders.  I gasp as you hit that special spot so deep inside me.

At that sound, you begin pumping into me hard and fast.  I wrap my legs around your hips, pulling you harder into me.  I moan as the base of your cock rubs my clit every time you push inside me.  I can feel the tingle start, as I get closer to falling.  You thrust inside me as deep as you can get then stop.  I hear a strangled moan escape your lips as you grind into me.  Over and over again, until I can barely stand it any more.

Then, you're moving inside me again.  A rhythmic push and pull that hits all the right spots.  Soon, I'm writhing against you.  Your thrusts become harder, less controlled.  It's all too much... the feel, the touch, and the taste of you push me over.  You slam your lips to mine and I cum.  Hard.  My hips buck up against yours and my pussy spasms around you.

Your mouth trails back down to that spot where my neck meets my shoulder.  You bite down as you finally give into the pleasure.  I can feel your cock swell and twitch as you empty yourself deep inside me.  You collapse into me, over me.  Our breathing is ragged and I can feel your heart thundering against my chest.  You kiss your way back up to my lips. Gently you suck my bottom lip and nip at it. 

I moan softly against you as you slowly pull out and roll to your back.  You pull me against your body, spooning behind me.  My head rests on your arm as you gently stroke my skin.  You bring your other hand under my chin and tilt my head back.  Smiling, you kiss me deeply.  My head falls back to your arm with a contented sigh.  There are no need for words, your love for me evident in the caressing strokes and warm, lazy kisses we share as we drift off.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Putting on a happy face...

Life gets crazy and stressful and it's hard to put on a brave and happy face. Right now, I'm on such an emotional roller-coaster I just don't even know which way is up. I'm not one for self-centered rambling---- but I need to talk.  I'm not looking for attention. Or words of wisdom. Or even one single comment. I just need to put this out there and get it off my chest. And right now... I have no one that I can be completely honest and open that with other you my cyber-friends. And it just feels right.

Sometimes I feel like I'm expected to feel a certain way. Like people hear about what's going on in my life and they feel excited or happy and so I'm expected to feel that way. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure somewhere deep down I do feel happy. But when people call me or email me or ask me about how things are going... and I don't act as happy or excited as they think I should... they start thinking something's wrong.  So then, I have to try to pretend to feel the way everyone thinks I should... just because I don't feel like talking about how I really feel. Or maybe I don't really know how I feel.

Maybe a little background would help...

I was working 2 jobs. I loved both of my jobs. One was retail and the other was as an aid at the elementary school (working one-on-one with a child). I went into school every morning at 7:30, left at 3:00 and went straight to my other job where I worked until 9pm. It was what I had to do to help make ends meet. I love my retail peeps. And as hard as my school job was... I was the only person in the school that could make that child comply and actually help learn. We had a special bond. (And I miss them all dearly... which doesn't help.)

Over the summer, I interviewed for a real teaching job at the school where I was working. I didn't get it. I then interviewed for 2 other jobs in 2 other districts. I didn't get those either. So, school started up and I went back to working both jobs. I was feeling defeated... I mean... I am in debt 50,000 dollars for a degree I can't even use. Makes you feel like you aren't good enough... when that's not really the case. The market is just so saturated.

Then, one day while I was eating lunch, I got a phone call. It was from a school district I hadn't even applied to. I had been recommended to them by one of the places I wasn't hired at over the summer. He said he wanted to interview me. What a switch. I accepted, of course. But the school is almost an hour from where we live. So I debated. But I knew that if I didn't at least interview... everyone would be angry with me. And maybe I'd be angry with myself at some later point. Maybe.

I interviewed and got the job. I should be ecstatic. Except that deep down I really was hoping I wouldn't get it. And that's something I haven't admitted to anyone. Because what a shitty way to feel. I mean... so many people out there want what I was able to get. Why didn't I want it? It's a long drive. It's a preschool program that is state funded by a grant. I've worked in this type of program before and I don't really like it. Plus, because it's a M-Th program, I don't make a full teacher salary (even though I work in my room on Friday doing paperwork). I make 89% of the starting teacher pay. Even though our program has so many mandates and regulations that I actually work more... and harder... than I did when I taught kindergarten. The room was completely bare, and there was too much work to get done in the 3 days before we started. And even though I'm really good at working with preschool-aged children, I don't really enjoy it like I used to. And there's so much more but I won't bother you with those.

I took the job. Of course. I was expected to take it. And I know I should be grateful that I have a teaching job... in a district... and that I'm making CLOSE to a normal salary. And damn it... I should be excited. Except I'm not excited. Fuck. That's not how I'm supposed to feel.

I walk into my room. Yes... I finally have my own room. And I feel dread. Not only is it completely empty. But no one has ordered any of my furniture... or toys... or manipulatives. How the hell am I supposed to entertain 16 4-year-olds with no materials?!?! So I spend 4 days in my room with my wonderful hubby helping me. And by the end I thought I'd feel happy. And more excited. And proud of myself that I finally got a job. But I'll be damned... I didn't. But my husband. Being the amazing man he is. He's telling me how proud of me he is-- how happy he is for me to have my own room again-- how thankful he is that we won't be struggling anymore. And now I feel guilty. Guilty that I don't feel the way he wants me to. The way everyone wants me to.  And I'm so tired of putting on a happy face. It's exhausting.

The end of my first day with kids. I get phone calls. They go something like this...

Caller- "So, how was your first day?"
Me- "It was ok. Busy and stressful... but it was ok."
C- "What's wrong? You don't sound happy? Do you think you made a mistake?
M- "No. I'm fine. Just tired and stressed" (as any new teacher would be... so stop bothering me!)
C- "Well... it'll get better. You're amazing with little kids, and I know you'll do a great job. You love this age!"
M- (Totally putting on a happy voice and trying to sound sincere) "Yup. I'm sure things will get better and I'm so happy to be back in preschool."

And on the inside I just feel like crap that I have to pretend and that I don't feel the way I should. And all I want to do is get off the phone. And not answer it again until I'm out of this mood. If that's what it is.

It's like this... for days. Today we had professional development. And I'm even more stressed than I was last night. I don't know how I'll ever get through some of the things I need to get done. Especially as I'm waiting for orders to be made and arrive... and for my aid to be hired... and so many other things that are not in my control. I can't do most of my work until someone else does theirs. Fuck me... I hate relying on other people to do their work so that I can finally get to mine! Since I'M the one being observed... and it's MY room that isn't stocked properly. It's all on me... except I have to wait for other people to order the stuff I asked for. And I have to wait on those orders to arrive before I can work for hours and hours putting stuff where it needs to be. Finally.

After my meetings were over today... I stopped and walked the beach. Living near Lake Michigan really has it's advantages. I walked back and forth, feet in the water, for almost an hour. Trying to get a handle on my feelings and trying to sort things out. It calmed me down... and did help me to get centered and focused. A little. But I'll take it.

I am so very lucky and thankful that I was hired (the feeling is there... it's just hidden beneath the bullshit right now). There is always the option to move to a different grade next year or when an opening arises. And that's an opportunity I didn't have available before. I am so grateful that I have such a wonderful support system and a husband who is so helpful and amazing. Driving 45-50 minutes to work is nothing compared to what some people have to drive. The other preschool teacher is very helpful and has provided me with everything she could to get me off and running this week... including sharing lesson plans and her daily schedule. My family is terrific... not many mothers would drive an hour to come and sew you curtains on a Saturday night with only 1 day notice. Nor would they PAY the $50 for the fabric because they knew you had already spent hundreds of dollars on other stuff... and then stay up until midnight to get them done because you were going to finish setting up the room the next morning.

My lack of excitement stems a lot from the chaos I'm in right now. I am in limbo with so many important things... and that creates a sense of panic. I don't want anyone to know I'm scared and worried though. That would just cause them to worry. Then I'd feel guilty and the cycle would just keep right on going. Another blogger wrote a post today that absolutely hits the nail on the head. No one wants to be vulnerable. And sometimes we just have to power through and pretend that we're ok. Eventually... we will be. It'll take some time. And a lot of sleepless nights full of anxiety. And hard work. But it'll happen.

I still don't feel the way everyone expects me to feel. I still have to put on a happy face and pretend to be excited. I still have to hide the fact that I'm scared shitless and worried and full of anxiety. I have to hide that there are things about my job that I absolutely despise... mainly about the program I'm in. But I can't change that. All I can do is find a way to get through it.

I can do this. And I will do this.

And I will kick-ass while at school and I'll show everyone what a great teacher I am. And when I'm at home, by myself, I can let the worry and dread out for a little while.

And things will get ordered. And a permanent aid will be hired. And, before you know it... things will actually be really good. And everything will be okay again.

I just have to keep it together long enough for the good stuff to get here.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013


Holy shit, it feels like forever since I've posted! I have been crazy busy with work, as Gweall told everyone when he posted the last chapter of Survivors. There have been a few cool things going on here that I thought I'd share...

1. Forever ago, I created a Tumblr account (
I follow RobCub32 and NightTempest as of right now, but am really interested to see who else is over there.

And, as I love photography... I am hoping to start utilizing the site more than I have been!! If you haven't already... check it out :) I've already posted a few pics... and trust me, those-- as well as the others I have in queue-- are definitely worth seeing!! *evil grins*

2. Gweall and I have been back at it! Survivors is finished, we are working on completing The Divide 2... and we have a few new ideas we've been throwing around as well. Needless to say... it's been too long and we're anxious to get back to work!!!

3. I've been stalking all my favorite authors *smirks*... but have had almost ZERO time to actually comment on stories and whatnot. Well... that dry spell is over! I'll be catching up on all that over the next week or so-- because as a writer and editor I know how important feedback is to an author.


Monday, January 21, 2013

Some good and some not-so-good news

Hello, all!

Just a quick update as to what has been going on.  I'm sure many of you saw Gweall's post... and since you know I'm his editor, I figured a little explanation was in order.

~The good news...

I know I have been MIA for a few months.  I haven't posted anything on my blog, and I haven't commented on others like I usually do.  I do have some ideas and thoughts that will be coming out this year--- one of them being that I have recently read a book, and plan on posting my thoughts on it.  It should be up in a day or so :) 

~Now-- onto the not-so-good news...

As Gweall mentioned in his post, we've encountered a few bumps in the road.  He had 2 surgeries the other day and I was in a pretty serious car accident.

I was on my way home from work Friday night when it happened.  We've been getting snow off and on for the past several days, so the roads weren't super great... but they weren't terrible either.  There was a car turning in front of me and their speed had been erratic.  Rather than risk sliding into them, I took the little right-pass lane they have at the intersection.  I caught the slush and it sent my ass-end into a hella crazy spin.  I hit the lip of snow (from all the plowing) on the edge of the road and flipped.  My seatbelt came off mid-flip and I ended up just holding onto the steering wheel for dear life.  I rolled at least 1 time, and ended up coming to a rest on the passenger side in the middle of the snowmobile trail.

A few awesome guys stopped to help me, of which I'm very grateful for.  One of them held the driver's side door open so I could climb out and the others helped me jump down.  I was lucky that I wasn't more injured.  I have a large bruise on my right thigh (from hitting the under-side of the steering wheel), a bruise on my shoulder and hip (from the seatbelt... before it came loose), I bumped my face (around my left eye), and also bumped my head on the roof.  All in all... I am incredibly lucky.  I was the only car involved, the airbags didn't deploy, I didn't injure anyone on the snowmobile trail, I was able to walk away, I have no broken bones, and not a single drop of blood was shed.  The vehicle, however, was not so lucky (it's totaled... or so I'm 99.9% positive it will be).

I'm ok... mostly.  I have a hard time walking, the knot/bruise on my thigh hurts like a bitch.  My joints are fairly achy and I've got a few bruised spots that have popped up over the last day or so.  But, I know how lucky I am that those were the only injuries I sustained.

This was the first and only accident I've ever been in.  I guess when I do something, I do it in grand fashion!!

I'm thankful it all turned out the way it did.  After seeing pics of the car in the daylight... I shouldn't have been able to walk away like I did.

And as my husband told me (to help lighten my mood, because I was pretty pissed that I fucked up the one good vehicle we had)... "Geez babe, if you wanted a new car all you had to do was ask!" 

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Interview with Gweall

Hey, all! I am happy to say that Gweall and I have finished the interviews :)  Hope you all enjoy this little glimpse into who we are and what happens when we work together!
Don't forget to visit Gweall's Blog to see my interview responses!! 
What is the weirdest thing we have ever talked about when we SHOULD be writing/editing a story? (Because my version of weird and your version of weird are two totally different things)
~ Ugh, I have a terrible memory so this is a hard question. We (and by we I mean I) get distracted WAY too much. There was that time I ended up just reading about serial killers and fucked up parents for three or four hours. But all together I think most of the time we get distracted by ourselves. How many times have we ended up talking about how sexy one of our characters is? Good god, it was so hard to write Of Mice and Men, because we just kept drooling over Carey and Ethan.

Which one of your stories is your favorite?  Why?
~ Probably Free at Last. I can connect to it a lot and it has my favorite character in it (Nikolai) The only thing I wished I had changed about it was Anna. I hate kids so it was super hard to fit that character anywhere without it seeming forced. My cute-detector for children is also broken, so I have no clue if I was writing her as cute or over the top. But besides that,, Richard from beauty and the beast made that story one of my favorites as well ;) It's all about the characters and how I get along with them (I know that sounds crazy, but work with me here)

If you could make one wish, what would it be?
~To have more wishes.

What inspired you to write your first m/m erotic story?
~I'm not really sure. I guess I identify as bisexual but m/m relationships always seemed to mean more to me than hetero ones, or even f/f. I can't really explain why, they just seem like there's more love in them, and hotter sex ;)

Do you plan on trying to get any of your stories published?
~Nope. I love my readers, and I would love to have more. I would especially love to make money off of this, but I don't like what getting published has done to other authors in the past. I'm I write my stories to help people through tough times in their life, I don't need to get paid to do that so why bother? I would probably gain a lot more readers and lose a few, and from experience I know that I wouldn't be able to keep up on my free work and published work, and out of the two I will always pick the former.

Why did you choose me as your editor? (And don't just say 'lack of options', lol)
~Honestly though, there was a lack of options. I did get four or five emails, yours happened to be the first. I also remembered your name for several, several, SEVERAL Comments. You're critisism was always helpful and you seemed to follow me like around like a pet dog (I like dogs.) and I knew that you wouldn't get bored and leave. The fact that I didn't have to look for you, but that you came to me (a very big difference, since all my editors in the past I've gone to them.) was a big part of it, I knew that this was something you wanted to do, not just something to do in your free time because I asked you. Boy what a good choice I made there, too ;)

What do you enjoy doing when you're not writing?
~Nothing. Honestly. I really don't have any free time. I work, I come home, I write, I sleep (three or four hours if I'm super lucky) I try to squeeze some food into my mouth and I get back to work.

If I came to dinner, what would you feed me?
~Southwestern beef tenderloin, with a killer mustard jalepeno sauce. Sauted trio of brussle sprouts, grape tomatos, and pearl onion. All underneath a to-die-for rice pilaf.

What has been the greatest compliment you've ever been given by a reader?  The toughest criticism?
~Toughest criticism was probably on Survivors Ch.01 on Literotica. Someone said it was and I quote "The movie should get at least some acknowledgement for the premise without the gay twist and exchanging a viral outbreak for drugs" Basically "This was exactly like that one movie I saw this one time, except all of these differences." -.-Genius. It probably wasn't even the toughest, but I think it peeved me the most since the commentor was a complete Douchecanoe. The REAL "toughest" one was on the same story, it was like four paragraphs long so here's just a snippet "I'm assuming Gavin and Pike are going to have a sexual relationship, but there's no hint that they're attracted to each other--not even a single sentence about their impression of each other or what either of them looks like. It's riddled with typos ('they're' instead of 'their,' missing words, etc.) and it's not well thought-through." I blame the typo thing on Kitten, she edits herself so I didn't send it to Gbc (who I'm pretty sure was edting for me at the time.)

What are your favorite television shows?
~Doctor Who, Doctor Who, Doctor who, Doctor Who, Doctor Who, and Doctor Who. I love the Doctor, he's disgustingly beautiful. Now before I get into a rant, I also watch My little pony (don't judge me >:O) Bones, Glee (though this season is starting to blow ass, breaking up Kurt and Blaine? Duh hell?!) Switched at Birth, and every other terrible TV show you can think of. I know I have bad taste in Television, leave me alone.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

7 Things About Naughty...

Jeez... when I decided to accept this challenge, I didn't expected it to be so difficult to think of seven interesting things.  I know I'm not dull, but damn this is hard!  Hope the ones I came up with qualify as 'interesting'!!

1. I am a football fanatic!  I watch every single game I can.  And, if for some ungodly reason I can't see the game, I have NFL Mobile on my phone so I don't miss a second of what's going!!!  My favorite team is Pittsburgh.

2. Fall is my favorite season.  I don't like heat-- at all.  I prefer the temp to be between 55-65.  Fall contains everything I love-- cool weather, crisp air, cider mills, color change, pumpkins, hayrides, bonfires, football, hoodies, blue jeans... and Halloween.  Which is, by far, my favorite of all the holidays.

3. This next one is a deep-dark secret... but I'm gonna let it out.  I love the show Pretty Little Liars on ABC Family.  Don't judge me.  I know it's silly-- but there's something about it that is so damn addicting.

4. I am married to my high school sweetheart.  We met our sophomore year and have been together ever since.  He is the only man I've ever loved, and the only one I've ever been with.  This year, we celebrated our 9-year wedding anniversary (and our 14 year cumulative anniversary).  These days, that's a pretty impressive feat.

5. I live next to a cemetery.  You can't really see it from inside the house, unless you look really hard (through the small tree line that separates us).  Most people, when I tell them, get kinda creeped out.  I love it though.  They are the quietest neighbors we've ever had!!!  I figure all's well until the zombie apocalypse hits, lol!

6. I've decided to go back to school to get my Masters in Education.  I haven't been able to find a teaching job yet (we just moved back to Michigan, from Tennessee, a few months ago).  The job market in Michigan sucks-- and it gets worse the father north you go since it's more sparsely populated.  I'm hoping that by working towards my masters, I will be more desirable and that it will increase my odds of getting one of the few jobs that come available.

7. I collect rocks.  Whenever I go somewhere awesome, I collect a rock from that place.  Mostly, it's been from bodies of water, tourist locations, or really historically-significant places.  Examples of places I have rocks from: the Atlantic Ocean, Cumberland River, Ohio River, Valley of Fire (in Nevada), Smokey Mountain National Park, inside Mammoth Cave (in Kentucky), Tulum (in Mexico), and all of the Great Lakes (from various landmarks on each one).  Some of those rocks were not supposed to be taken, but somehow I ended up with one (shhh, don't tell).

Since I don't have many followers yet, I'm not going to do the required 'tagging' that the other authors did.  However, I am gonna go with what NightTempest did-- and just ask that you comment on this post if you decide to accept the challenge (that way I can visit and read what you wrote).

Friday, September 28, 2012

Upcoming Interview...

Good morning!  All I can say is TGIF!  It's been a crazy-long week, and I'm so happy it's almost over :)  I have just a few quick announcements before I head out the door...

-- For those of you who follow Gweall, you will be happy to hear that we will be interviewing each other sometime in the next few days!  I have been G's editor for a while now, and some of the shit that we go through to write a story has to be shared!!!!  Trust me, you'll love it!

-- I will be adding pages to my blog this weekend.  One of those will be all about the crazy shenanigans that G and I get up to while we collaborate and work!  You'd be surprised at some of the crazy tangents we get on and some of the comments that come out of our mouths :p

-- This weekend I will also post some pictures I've found or taken, so keep an eye out for that :)

Alright, ya'll.  I'm outta here!!  Don't forget to follow my blog so you know the minute I post something new!!!